10. Carina
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Carina
T his was the best idea ever. Best. Idea. Ever!
“Wait, we need rings,” Jacques said as the cab driver sped down the street.
The lights were making me dizzy, but they were so pretty. I stuck my head out the window and watched them fly by.
“I know a place,” the driver said.
“Take us there,” Trav ordered.
I giggled. I loved love. I loved weddings. I wanted to be a bride again. Oh, wait, I was going to be. Yay!
I fell out of the door when I opened it, but Jacques was there to catch me. My knee hurt.
The shop in front of us was a little dingy. Maroon walls—go, Queensland!—and bars over the windows. But when we walked in, it was nice and quiet, and there were so many pretty rings.
“Oooh,” I cooed, looking at all the glittery stones.
“We’re getting married,” Trav said, and I giggled again.
I was so excited. I couldn’t wait. Was I pretty enough? I needed a veil and flowers.
“I need your biggest diamond,” Jacques said, holding his arms out wide.
There was a pop, and I spun around. I looooved champagne. Was there champagne? “Yes, please,” I said, wiggling my fingers so they’d hurry up. The nice man gave me a glass, and the bubbles went up my nose. I giggled again and watched as the room swayed around me. Were we on a boat?
My glass was empty again, and I frowned. “Who drank my drink?”
“My dear, you can have the whole bottle,” the nice man said.
“Can I have another one too?” I asked.
“Sure.” He gave the unopened bottle to Trav.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “You have to share.”
“I’m good at sharing,” he said, wiggling his brows.
I giggled again and tipped the bottle back to take another swig. I liked how the bubbles went up my nose.
Jacques took my hand, and the man slid a ring on it. “I have one that will be a perfect fit.”
“No, I’m getting married to Jacques, not you,” I said and took my hand back, but there was a lot of jingling.
“Oh no, my dear,” the nice man said and took back my hand. He slid it off me and patted my wrist. “That was just to check your size. You’re still getting married to Jacques.”
“Okay.”
Jacques carried out a little box, but he wouldn’t let me look. I wanted to see it. But I would soon. I was getting married! I skipped out to the cab and crashed into its side. I couldn’t stop giggling. Everything was so funny.
I sat on Trav’s lap while we drove to the chapel. He was so hard, and I was wet. I wanted him to fuck me.
“Mmm, me too.” Jacques moaned. “I want to watch you fuck.”
“Love your tits,” Trav said, and my pussy tightened.
I wanted him to play with them. He pressed his face against my chest, but it wasn’t enough. I pushed them up, and he started licking them. Everything went hazy, and I gasped. I was horny. I wanted sex. Were we going home?
Oh wait, we were doing something else. I couldn’t remember what. Wait, we were getting married—that was it!
“Yes,” Jackie cheered and kissed me. I liked his tongue. It made me all squiggly inside. I loved tonight. We were having the best fun.
Elvis met us at the entrance.
“You’re not dead? I thought you were dead.” I touched his face, and he really was real.
“No, li’l darlin’, I’m not dead. Let’s get you married. Who’s the lucky groom?”
“Wait, I need flowers. And the see-through thingy. The one on your head.” I nodded. They were essential. I wanted them.
“A veil?” he asked, and the ground shifted.
My head wouldn’t stay still. I giggled. This was funny.
“Let’s get you a veil and flowers,” Elvis said.
We drank more champagne, and before I knew it, we were kissing and I was wearing an entire diamond mine on my finger. The ring was huuuge! I loved it. I loved them. Jacques and Trav had made everything so special. We took selfies and laughed and kissed until Elvis told us there was another beautiful bride waiting to get married. I loved weddings. I loved love. Oh, I loved sex too. I wanted some of that now.
There was a limousine—an actual stretch limousine—waiting for us when we walked out. Jacques held my hand, and Trav opened the door for us. I flopped down onto the seat and looked around. It was cool inside—there was champagne in a bucket!—and the black leather seats were super comfortable. I could lie down and…. Could we have sex in here?
“I want in that luscious ass,” Jackie growled, then spread my legs open and kneeled between them. “Can Travis fuck your sweet pussy?”
“Yes,” I panted, tugging my dress up to my butt. I needed that right now.
“Wait, darlin’. I want you spread out so I can taste every fine inch of you.”
I whimpered and tried to press my legs together, but Jacques was there. “Touch me,” I begged, and he did. He pushed my panties aside with his strong fingers, then ran them from my clit to my butt, spreading my juices around. I wanted to come so bad.
The pop of the champagne cork startled me, and I giggled. It turned into a moan when Jacques slid his fingers inside my pussy. I gripped him with my walls, not wanting to let him go. But I wanted more too. I wanted to try a threesome.
Trav tilted my head back and poured champagne down my throat. It spilled everywhere when I swallowed, but Jacques leaned forward and lapped it up, licking along my boobs. I wanted him to suck on them.
“We will, darlin’.”
I stumbled out of the limo when we got to the fancy-schmancy hotel we were staying at and followed Jacques and Trav through the lobby. My feet weren’t working properly, and the floor was really uneven. I leaned up against the wall and took off my shoes, giggling when Jacques tried to take them, but Trav was quicker.
“You’re carrying our girl over the door thing,” Trav slurred, snapping his fingers. He was speaking slowly.
It was funny. I giggled again, and we made it to the lifts and up to the room.
Trav opened the door and Jacques picked me up like I weighed nothing. How was he so strong? I’d never been picked up before. I threw my arms around his neck and stretched my legs out. I wanted him to spin me around. But he didn’t. I pouted.
But then he laid me on the bed and unbuttoned his shirt. I licked my lips and spread my legs. He was hella sexy.
“Strip for me, boys,” I cried out and giggled. I almost sounded like Shania Twain! “We need music.” I nodded, all serious. It was important. It needed to be done right. I got the buttons on my phone to work and asked it to play “Hot Stuff.” That was the perfect stripper song.
I watched as Trav and Jacques laughed and took each other’s clothes off. That was so hot. They danced and shook their asses, both of them getting harder and harder the whole time. I wanted to touch them too. They were so sexy. They had muscles on their muscles. Trav was tanned and so big. His legs were as thick as mine, but they were rock solid where mine wobbled. Jacques was smaller but still huge. Their cocks were freaking perfect too—so long and thick and all mine. Yes, girl. Yes! I was finally going to get laid by a man with a really big dick. Two , actually.
I giggled and tugged up my dress, but it kept getting caught underneath me. I flopped around on the bed while inching it up. When I finally got it off, Jacques and Trav had stopped moving. They were staring at me.
Heat flushed over me, and I froze. Did they think I was too fat like David had?
“That body, Jesus Christ,” Jacques breathed and lunged forward. “You’re beautiful.”
Before I even had a chance to react, he was between my legs, his fingers curled under the lacy fabric of my panties. “I’ll buy you as many new sets as you want,” he assured me as he tugged them apart and the material tore open.
I shivered, and my pussy throbbed. That was so hot.
He grasped my bra straps and tugged them down my arms, exposing my breasts. My nipples instantly hardened under the cool wash of the air-conditioning, and I cried out. Travis was there within a second, laving my nipples with his hot tongue.
I held Jacques to my pussy, and he licked and nibbled me, then sucked until I was riding his face. Everything was hazy and warm, and my body was tingling, but I was achy too. I needed their dicks inside me.
Jacques licked me, and I cried out again. He slid his fingers inside my pussy, and I gasped. Trav spun around, putting his dick near my face, and then he kissed a line over my belly. When he and Jacques started licking me together, I moaned, my hips punching up to get closer to them. One of them drizzled something cold down my pussy to my ass, and it set me on fire. Then they slid their fingers inside me, fucking both my holes. I was so full, and it was so strange having something up my ass, but I loved it. I wanted more of it.
Leaning forward, I licked Trav’s dick. He shifted closer so I could take more of him, and I did. I loved sucking on his dick. It was perfect.
I moaned around his cock, the tingling starting inside me. I hadn’t had an orgasm in so long, and I wanted it bad. I rode their faces, pushing my pussy and ass onto their fingers, and shouted out when whoever it was inside my ass added another finger.
“I’m coming,” I cried, and a moment later, it hit me like a tsunami. Ecstasy washed over me, and my guys moaned as my pussy clamped down on their fingers. They milked every second of it out of me until I was tingly all over.
They did it again and again, using their fingers and mouths on me, taking turns and doing it together, until I was quivering and sweaty. My arms and legs were like jelly, but they rolled me over onto my hands and knees, and Trav kneeled in front of me.
“Suck me,” he begged, and I did.
The moment I had my mouth around him, Jacques slid his dick into my pussy and his fingers into my ass. They pumped into me, using my body to finally get off. I moaned and licked as far down Trav’s thick shaft as I could. When he stiffened inside me even more, I knew he was close. I wanted Jacques to come too.
Barely a second later, the hot wash of cum coated my pussy and I cried out. Trav held my cheeks and pushed his cock into my throat, pumping his load into me too. Jacques flicked my clit, and I cried out again, choking on Trav’s dick. Aftershocks wracked me as tears ran down my cheeks. They kept moving, dragging out my orgasm until I was floating on a cloud. That had, without a doubt, been the best sex of my life. Who knew two incredibly sexy and giving men were better than one mediocre one?
They collapsed next to me, but instead of rolling over and going to sleep, they were kissing me. They touched and teased me until the fire lit inside me again. I needed more. They took turns fucking me in every different position until their cocks were angry red and I’d lost count of how many orgasms I’d had.
Breathless, Trav rolled onto his back and patted his lap. “Sit on my dick, darlin’. Want that sweet little pussy wrapped around me.”
I did, and when he pushed into me, all nice and slow, I cried out. He was so long and thick. I arched my back, and my breasts swayed in front of him. He buried his face in them and licked and sucked while he slammed up into me.
I gripped the bedsheets, holding on for dear life as he hit my G-spot over and over again.
“That’s it, beautiful. Come again, and I’ll slide into your sexy ass,” Jacques murmured from behind me, his front plastered to my back. I could feel his hard dick pressing against my hole.
“Please,” I begged and tried to push back. But he held me fast.
I cried out when he added more cold lube and moaned when Jacques pressed his fingers inside me again. I was so stretched tight around him that I couldn’t breathe. But then Trav slid his hand between us and pressed his thumb down on my clit. I screamed as a fireworks extravaganza erupted in my veins. My pussy throbbed, but my ass was suddenly empty. I sobbed, my arms giving out as I pushed my ass up, trying to get Jacques to fill me up again.
“I’m here, beautiful,” he choked out and slid partway in.
I moaned at the fullness and rocked back, trying to take more of him.
Then they were moving. When one pulled out, the other pushed in, and I surrendered to them. They fucked me long and slow, then hard and fast, changing up their rhythm every time I seemed to get used to it. My orgasm hit me like a freight train, tossing me end over end until I was dizzy. My entire body tingled from head to toe. My pussy clenched in time with my racing heart.
Trav stiffened and choked out a cry. With each pulse of his dick, heat erupted inside me, and I floated higher. My ass was stretched so tight. Jacques pumped inside me once more and shouted out, his cock throbbing as he painted my ass with his seed.
Breathless, Jacques collapsed to the side, and his dick slid out of me. I landed on my side, Trav’s face buried in my tits, his cock slipping free of my pussy. As I drifted off, I smiled. Everything was perfect. So, so perfect. The sex was even better than that. Best. Decision. Ever.