Page 176 of Saints and Sinners

“Good fucking girl...” I smirk, “Now, reach down and rub that pretty little clit for us.”

She bites her bottom lip as her hand disappears beneath her, “Uh...” she breathes.

The little sounds coming from her as she plays with herself while getting fucked is almost my undoing. Ever so slowly, I run my hand down her back, my fingers running through the crack of her ass. Jett slows down so I can insert two fingers into her warmth beside him.

“Oh God...”

“There is no God here, Little Saint...only your Lords,” I begin fucking her with my fingers, keeping the tempo with the thrusts of Jett's cock.

“Uh...oh fuck... I'm coming... don't stop!” My Little Saint sings, and just as her body begins to tremble, I plunge a finger into her tight little ass hole.

Jett spits down her ass crack, adding lube for me, so I can insert a second finger, “That's it, baby...take us both.”

When her body stops shuddering from her climax, we pull out of her and yank her to her feet, “T-That was...” she stutters, but I stop her from talking.

“We aren't done with you yet, Saint,” her eyes widen when she sees my wicked grin.

Jett lifts her and impales her onto his cock once more while I come behind her and line the head of my cock to her cute little pucker. She's whimpering, but not because she doesn't want it. Saint is a fucking butt slut, loving how we fuck her deep and feeling it as we empty ourselves into her.

Too bad Oakley isn't here so we could fill all her holes. Two of them will have to suffice. Before I enter her, a thought comes to me, and I bend over to pick up her leggings. I then wrap them around her neck, taking half her air supply as I enter her. She's going to scream this time, and I think it's best to keep the noise down just a bit.

I moan as I sink into her tightness, and I have to stop to take a few breaths before I start fucking her. With Jett inside her cunt, her ass is even tighter. I nip her ear lobe until I taste a hint of metallic, then I suck.

“Fuck, baby... you're so tight. No worries, though. We are about to stretch the living shit out of this cunt and ass.” I pull out slowly before slamming into her, making her cry out.

“Damn, Fynn,” Jett says, “I don't think I will last very long.”

“Keep it in until our pretty little slut comes all over your cock again,” I tell my friend.

Reaching around to her front, my hand dips between my Little Saint and Jett, and I rub her clit vigorously. I pull out little moans and whimpers from her, and when Jett pulls her ass cheeks further apart, allowing me to go deeper, the sound that comes from deep within her is music to my ears.

“Fuck Fynn...Jett. Faster...I need you to fuck me faster!” It comes out whispered with the leggings still tight around her neck.

“Don't fucking tell us how to fuck you, Saint. You take what we give you,” I slam into her repeatedly, knowing her ass will be sore for days, but I'm looking forward to seeing her walk a bit wonky.

“Come for us, Lovely,” Jett tells her, “My cock is waiting for your floodgates to open...”

No sooner does Jett have the words out his mouth, our girl is coming, and she's coming hard. It almost feels like she's pissing on us, and I grin. I love it when my Little Saint squirts.

“Oh damn, hold on,” Jett says through clenched teeth, his nostrils flaring in and out as he tries breathing while shooting his load deep inside her.

I'm the last to release myself, and as I spray the inside of her ass, it drips back out. I can't stop. My cock has a mind of its own as it gets milked of every last drop.

I'm the first to reluctantly pull away and instantly feel the loss. Cum seeps down her thighs from both mine and Jett's releases, putting the biggest smile on my face. Before she can move, I shove my hand between her legs and scoop the cum that Jett left behind and shove my fingers into her mouth.

“I'd let you taste mine, but even I'm not that fucking sick and depraved...” I don't need to tell her to suck because our girl knows better. “You will pull your leggings back on as your cunt and ass drip with our seed,” I pin her to the tree that Jett was bracing himself against, “Then later, Oakley will fuck our cunt, adding his cum.”

“O-Okay,” she stammers, still in a daze.

It takes us anotherfifteen minutes to return, mainly because Saint's legs are like Jell-O, and we take it slow. Yeah, we're proud fuckers at the moment; no apologies for pleasing our girl the way we did.

The cabin comes into view, and Oakley is stumbling out the door. My brows furrow, and the next thing I notice is that our fathers are gone. I'm not liking the uncertain feeling that is starting to creep in.

I scoop my Little Saint into my arms and quicken my pace, “What the fuck is happening?” I ask as soon as we are close enough.

“I'm going to fucking kill them!” Oakley growls, holding his head.

“Who?” Jett asks.

---