Page 92 of The Naughty List

Bliss.

I don’t know who starts laughing first, giggling in the headiness, but we’re all at it in seconds, revelling in the comedown. I wail out curses amidst the laughter as Eric pulls out of me, and Jack groans as I rise from his dick. I grip my pussy like I’m torn into pieces, afraid to look, but it’s time to face the music…

I check my hand, and there is a bit of blood mixed with cum, yeah, but nothing catastrophic. Eric takes my hand for a look himself, then runs his fingers between my legs, checking for more.

“Fair play,” he says. “You handled that well.”

“Thank you.” I glow at the bizarre compliment, so bright my eyes must be twinkling. “Hopefully my pussy is as up for the stretch as my ass was.”

“We’ll soon find out,” Eric says, helping me from the bed before pulling Jack up along with us. “Let’s shower off first, and get ready to get your cunt screaming.”

I limp to the bathroom between them, one of my arms linked through each of theirs.

The shower is huge enough to dwarf all three of us under the cascade. Our hands wander happily, all of us soaping each other clean and sharing kisses between a stupid singsong of jingle bells that has me in stitches. Filth and fun. What a perfect combination. Something I’m coming to live by.

We share some red wine in the aftermath – screw mineral water – all of us wrapped in luxurious hotel towels as the London lights glow in the twilight outside. I don’t want to know how much time we have left. I wish it was all night straight.

The guys are still sipping their wine when I put my glass down on the side and drop to my knees between them, pulling their towels down and free. They are hard in seconds, and I take them in my mouth one by one, sharing their cocks like the dirtiest little fairy I can be. Their wines don’t last long before they take control, using my mouth like I’m a doll, back and forth before trying to ram in, both together. Good luck, but I do my best, cheeks bulging.

“Time to test that cunt before we have another explosion,” Eric says, leaning down to take me under the arms.

He hauls me up and lifts me from my feet, delivering me to Jack and his hard cock, ready and waiting. My legs wrap around Jack’s waist, his dick is straight into my sore cunt, where it should be. It feels so right. He leans back against the wall, and I use the support for extra leverage as I bounce up and down. I’m heavy into the groove when I feel Eric step up close behind me. His fingers trail down my ass crack before they align with Jack’s cock.

“Do it,” I say, and Eric does. He uses my own momentum to push two fingers inside my pussy along with Jack’s dick, and it’s sore as fuck, but yet again, I’m past caring. I’m going to take both of their cocks inside me, whatever it takes.

“Is she ready?” Jack gasps, his head tipped back against the wall.

“Not yet.”

I grit my teeth, hissing like a cat as he spreads his fingers alongside Jack’s dick to loosen me up. He’s going to tear me. I can feel it. He adds another finger and keeps on going, and so do I. I keep on bouncing, focused on nothing but keeping my rhythm as I ride his boyfriend.

“Ok,” Eric says, finally. “Let’s do it. She’s as ready as she’ll ever be.”

I’m tingling with nervous excitement as Jack carries me to the bed. He drops down so I’m straddling him, kissing me deep before he wraps me in his arms, taking me with him as he falls flat on his back. Here we go again… but this time it’s not going to be my ass Eric is forcing his way into…

I don’t know how he’s going to do it, or manage it, but I don’t care. I hear a squelch of lube, and I feel the cold wetness smeared right the way between my legs, coating Jack’s dick as I ride him.

“Up and off for a minute,” Eric says, and I hitch myself up so Jack’s cock slides free. More squelches of lube, and my heart is pounding.

Eric positions himself above me, tight and parallel to Jack on the bed – another hot flesh sandwich of the three of us. Only Eric is lower this time. Heavier on my back.

“Now, slowly. SLOWLY,” he tells me.

I feel how the guys are gripping their cocks together as one, and I get it. I’m going to impale myself on two at once. One huge pole of cock.

Slowly doesn’t cut it. I’m barely able to move as I feel the two massive cockheads ready for my pussy. It’s a mountain. A fucking monster.

“Come on, you can do it,” Jack says. “Be a good little Christmas fairy.”

The humour in his voice doesn’t take away the flare in my stomach.

I am going to bebetterthan a good little Christmas fairy. I’m going to be a five-star one, right at the top of the fucking tree.

I ease down onto the massive pole of man meat, determined to breach the hole, because once that’s done… once they’re in… they can fuck me. They can take control.

“Good girl, that’s it,” Eric says, and I grin with relief through the pain as my pussy lets them in.

Everything else is a gritted-teeth blur as the guys take over. Inching as one turns to thrusting as a pair, to thrusting in alternates – slam on slam on slam as they grunt and urge me on. I don’t care about the pain, or the pressure. I couldn’t give a shit whether I’m tearing, I just take their gorgeous cocks like the happiest girl on earth. It’s a sloppy, stretched, slather of flesh as the lube squelches, and their balls bounce against me, cocks swollen deep… and then somewhere… deep… at some point, their huge double pole hits the right spot.