Chapter 38
Voice deep with pure desire
IVY
Alistair and I lie splayed out, messy and wrecked. I’m completely spent, but Matt isn’t finished with me yet. He pulls me up onto my hands and knees. I half-laugh out of exhaustion and the disbelief that he wants to keep going, but I find myself wanting to see what else could possibly happen.
On my knees, I lower to my elbows, making sure my slick pussy is right in Matt’s face.
It’s an invitation for him to take whatever he wants from me.
I find myself wanting him to take everything.
I’m just so wide open and ready for anything.
Alistair, with glazed eyes, watches my nipples graze the sheets below me.
Matt’s cock is already there when I settle into position and I’m so open and wet he slides in easily despite the thickness of him.
He doesn't wait. He grips my hips hard and starts driving into me, and the slap of him against me is loud in the room.
I drop my head between my elbows and take it, my knees spread wide on the bed, taking every stroke of him.
Alistair moves, and I wonder if he will stop Matt, but instead he joins him. Matt keeps fucking me while Alistair’s hands find my ass.
Both hands spreading me open, and both men grunt. And I know, I know what is coming, and my stomach drops and my heart slams and I grip the sheets. I’m not sure I can do it.
“Look at me,” Alistair says, gentle voice deep with pure desire.
I turn my head. He’s behind me, watching my face, nothing else.
“We stop the moment you say.”
I swallow hard and nod. My mouth is dry. I'm so nervous but I want it so badly.
Matt slows his rhythm to allow Alistair to lick and suck me all over my rim. My whole body is on fire and I feel like I'll die from the pleasure. When his tongue finds my hole and presses in, I almost come.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, it's so goddamn good, it's so good, FUCK!
He keeps going for a while and I feel like my clit is going to ignite. My skull, spine and pelvis are so full of erotic energy that I feel I’m going to explode.
Fuck!
“Alistair,” I whimper. “Alistair. It's so fucking good. It's so fucking good I'm gonna die.”
Sarah’s there, stroking me, oozing with lust and potent femininity. “Yes, beautiful. Yes, yes, yes. You're being such a good girl. Such a beautiful fucking pussy. You take it so well, don’t you?”
I nod. Yes. Yes, I’m a good girl. I can take it.
Alistair’s tongue and fingertips slowly open me up, my tight rim resisting despite the ripples of ecstasy pulsing through my pelvis. But slowly the muscle begins to relax enough for him to push in just a slippery fingertip.
Sarah, still mouthing filthy things, kneels beside us with a small bottle. She clicks it open and I feel the lube spill on me, and then Alistair’s thumb begins working it in slow circles, pressing gently at the center.
I hiss in pleasure and fear.
His thumb presses in further. My body clamps immediately, instinctive, resisting, and he holds still, not pushing, just there, letting me feel the pressure without forcing it.
Matt, kneeling next to Alistair, has slowed to a deep grinding roll, his hands on my hips keeping me steady, and the sensation of Matt's cock moving slow inside my hot wetness while Alistair's thumb is pressing into my ass is almost too much to bear.
Alistair withdraws, then presses in a little further. Withdraws. Further. Each time my body opens a little more, adjusts a little more, and what was resistance begins to shift, slowly, strangely, into something different that sends heat racing up my spine.
I want more. I push back against his hand.
“More,” I rasp. Raw. Not a request.
He adds a second fingertip. More lube that warms immediately from the heat of me, and his two fingers plunge halfway in and I yell into the sheets.
Sarah’s muttering how well I’m doing and Matt's cock is still moving inside me, slow and thick and deep. Alistair's fingers are working my ass open, and Sarah slides her head under my chest, sucking my nipple and strumming my clit, stopping her sucking and gentle biting only to whisper dirty nonsense to me. “I knew you were a beautiful whore the second I laid eyes on you. I knew this is exactly what you wanted from us. Does it feel good to have us all wrapped around you? Like fucking royalty. You’re a fucking queen, you know that? You’re mesmerizing. We’d do anything for you, anything you ask.
” She tugs hard at my nipple with her teeth and I cry out.
She laughs and strums harder. “I want you to come again, Ivy. Again and again. I want you to come in my mouth. I’m going to make you fucking come all over me.
You and your beautiful fucking soaking wet pussy.
I want it all over me. If I had a cock I’d fuck you so fucking hard.
I’d get so deep you’d fall in love with me.
I’d fuck you so hard and fast in your perfect tight pink pussy and then after you come I’d fuck you so gently in your ass.
I’d put my tongue all the way up your ass and then I’d fuck you right there. I’d be so slow and gentle.”
I was crazy with sensation and craving, so I was only half-listening, but her words lessened my fear of this first time, made it feel so fucking hot instead of scary or taboo.
Her dirty talk made this new thing feel less dirty.
Her husband’s cock moved slowly, patiently, in and out of me, stroking my G-spot with its welcome girth.
Alistair’s two fingers travel all the way into my ass, in past his knuckles, and I gasp and then groan with pleasure.
It’s such a weird, beautiful sensation, and so fucking good.
How can this be taboo? I lose track of what he’s doing then, all I can feel is his fingers and tongue and slippery in and out, opening me further.
The bliss and stretch of it is overwhelming but at the same time I crave more. I want it all. I want everything.
“You’re ready,” Alistair growls.
Sarah groans loudly beneath me. “Fuck, Ivy, did you hear that? You little slut. You’re ready. You’re so fucking open. I knew you’d be able to take it. I want to fuck you so badly but instead I’ll just watch the men do it. I’ll lick their cum off you when they’re finished. I’ll drink you dry.”
She re-positions herself so that she can see Alistair and Matt’s cocks, but doesn’t take her fingers off my clit.
Alistair takes his fingers out slowly and i feel like I’ve lost everything.
I hear him working more lube over himself, hear the wet sound of it, and then he adds more to my relaxed rim.
His and Matt’s hands are back on my hips.
Matt doesn’t take his cock out of me, I distractedly wonder how they’re both going to fit.
Surely they won’t. Then I feel Alistair’s glorious cock right there, the blunt slippery heat of him pressing against me, trying to push past my sphincter, and despite my intense hunger for him, my whole body tightens in anticipation.
“Breathe, beautiful,” he says. “I’m going to take good care of you.”
I know he will. I tell my body to let go, but I’m still nervous. Sarah increases her speed, and I can feel my next orgasm build fast.
I breathe.
“You’re such a good girl,” says Matt, opening my butt cheeks for Alistair. “Fucking you feels so amazing. Now open up nice and wide.”
I almost come. I’m fluttering around his cock. I don’t want to come yet, I want to wait for Alistair to be inside me, but I don’t know if I can hold off. The head of Alistair’s cock against my rim, opening it, only just penetrating it drives me fucking wild.
“Oh fuck,” I cry. It’s too good. “Oh FUCK. FUCK!!”
“Don’t you dare come, you little whore,” says Sarah. “It’s not time. You need to wait. You need to be patient.”
“But it’s so fucking good,” I cry, muscles fluttering.
“Wait,” orders Sarah. “I want to see Alistair’s cock plow into your ass. I want to see both cocks at once fucking you good and then you can come all over them.”
I breathe, trying to hold my orgasm at bay.
It’s almost impossible, feeling his slick cock so close, he’s almost in.
All he needs to do is push through the last bit of resistance.
I need him to do it, I’ll die if he doesn’t.
But he’s holding back. He’s scared of hurting me, of going too far. I need to ask him.
“Please, Alistair,” I half-beg, half-sob. “Please fuck me. I want it so badly.”
Alistair gives a loud groan and pushes in.
I see stars. I think I might black out.
I don’t recognize the sound I make.
The stretch and depth is immense, so much wider than his fingers, so much more satisfying, and my body burns with it.
He moves so slowly, so carefully, one hand gripping my hip and one hand flat on my spine, and he stops each time I tense, waits, pushes forward again as I breathe, stops, waits, pushes, until I am shaking and gasping and broken and he is only halfway in.
“You're doing so well,” Sarah says beside me, her hand stroking my hair back from my face. “I think you can take more. I think you can take all of it.”
I nod. I can take all of it. I breathe and push back and feel him go deeper.
More.
Deeper.
And then he is fully inside me.
Fu-u-u-u-u-uckkkkkkk.
Both of them. Matt's cock filling my cunt from the right, Alistair's cock filling my arse from the left, and I am on my hands and knees with every part of me taken and the fullness is so total, so absolute, that my mind empties completely.
Everything out of this moment, this sensation, disappears.
There is only the stretch and the weight and the heat and the pressure from both directions simultaneously and my body which has become something I have never inhabited before.
“Okay?” Alistair asks. His voice is strained. He’s desperate for me to be okay.
I push back against him. “More,” I say.