Page 15 of Sweet Clementine

“Oh God! I’m so full! It burns! It burns!” I cry, wiggling around on Holden to find the perfect angle. I brace my palms on the ground, leaning back, my hair dragging over Holden’s face, as Rhett starts sawing his hips back and forth.

“I feel Banks,” he says down to me, his veiny length sliding against Banks.

“I feel you both,” Banks grits out, his grasp on control clearly fadin’ with the way his voice wobbles. “Fuck, this is nice and tight, feels so goddamn good,” he groans, not even needing to move since Holden and Rhett are moving their hips together, pumping their cocks in and out of me in unison, their heads always staying inside me.

“How you holdin’ up?” Holden asks, his voice wrappin’ my shoulders, shaky like he’s ready to let that water hose loose inside me.

“It burns but… I feel so good, so happy, so high,” I admit, my cheeks burnin’ with pleasure, my belly full with the intrusion of three large cocks inside me. “I can’t believe all three of you fit.”

A week ago, I was a virgin, and now look what I can do! “Daddies,” I moan, “thank you, thank you for making me a woman, and making me feel so good,” I say, writhin’ in Holden's lap as those three cocks start to poke and prod me in all the right places.

Rhett takes a bite of my neck, Holden’s hands come to my hips, and Banks reaches around Rhett to grab one of my breasts, tweakin’ my nipple. They’re inside, their hands are on me, they’re takin’ care of me… it’s everything I want, and so much more.

“Daddies, yes, yes,” I moan, lickin’ my lips as my mind grows fuzzy, pleasure and pain bringing me to the point of no return. Groping me, fucking me, my Daddies keep pleasin’ me, groaning and keening about how good I feel, how good they feel, and mostly? What a damn good girl I am.

And that’s what has my pussy milkin’ all three of them at once as I cum–that sweet, delicious praise.

“Good girl takin’ all your Daddies at once.”

“Look at you Clem, provin’ to your Daddies what a damn good girl you are.”

“There you go, Clem, being a good girl lettin’ your Daddies fuck you this way.”

And then the most wonderful thing happens.

All three of my Daddies cum at once. Holden slaps my ass and his cock stills, pulsin’ inside me, his cum spearing through my hips in white hot streaks.

“Holden, you bad boy,” Banks growls, “I feel that cum slithering up my cock.” Then his cock is tremblin’ inside me, jets of heat filling me in fast, hard shots.

“Yes, Daddies, fill me up, please!” I cry, pressing my palms to my belly to feel how full they’re makin’ me. Their cum floodin’ my insides feels good but… “Daddy Rhett,” I beg, knowin’ full well he knows what I want.

His powerful thighs must be burnin’ in that crouch, but my Daddies are dedicated to makin’ their good girl feel mighty fine. He stops pumping his hips and shouts, “goddamnit!” as he rockets off a load deep inside me, adding to the heat in my belly.

“Rhett done flooded your insides,” Banks comments, and from behind me, Holden adds, “there you go, old boy, empty that sac all over us in our good girl, just like that.”

After my Daddies have emptied themselves inside me, and my pussy has drained them of every ounce of pleasure, Rhett slides out first, a steady stream of cum leaking from me when he does. I reach down, collecting it, suckin’ it off my fingers because I hate wastin’ anything my Daddies give me.

“Clem, you dirty thing,” Rhett says before hooking his hands under my arms, and lifting me off my other Daddies. Banks stands, and Holden gets off the floor, and then I’m over Rhett’s shoulder as they carry me to bed. Laying me down, Holden stuffs a pillow under my bum and cozies up next to me, suckin’ on my neck as he whispers to me how good I did.

Rhett lies sideways, puttin’ his head on my belly, whispering, “hold us in, Clementine, and make us a baby.”

Banks lies on my other side, fixin’ his lips on my nipple like I could feed him! I can’t but I don’t mind him suckin’. In fact, it feels pretty nice having them all around me after that.

“We did it,” I whisper, my eyes growin’ heavy with happiness.

“We did it,” they repeat, and wouldn't you know it? We fall asleep just like that, me and my Daddies.

ChapterThirteen

“Ever gone skiing, Clem?” Banks asks as I sink down on his cock, dawn’s light barely drippin’ over us through the open window.

I shake my head. “No, sir.” My eyes close as his thick cock spears me full, his balls ticklin’ my ass, the curly hair on his groin teasin’ my clit.

“Let your Daddies teach you how to ski,” Rhett says from one side of Banks, wakin’ up with a tired yawn. On the other side, Holden yawns himself awake too, and at once, they take my hands from Banks’ chest and fill them with their hard cocks.

They’re so hard in the morning when they wake up–it’s my favorite time to empty them.

“Pump, like you’re pumping skiing poles, Clem,” Banks says, lifting his hips so the head of cock presses into my spongy pleasure spot, making me howl in need.

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