by Jade West
I’d only had one small glass of prosecco, but I could feel the warmth of the alcohol in my throat as I ached to take these two delicious guys.
Carl’s eyes were on mine as he wrapped his fingers behind Rick’s neck and tugged him in for an open-mouthed kiss. Rick’s hands were on Carl’s shirt buttons in a flash, making a flurry of setting them free and running his fingers down firm toned flesh.
I watched, wondering if they’d go right ahead and put on a show while I hung back and watched, but they had other plans and weren’t afraid to share them.
Two hands reached out for mine and pulled me in close. Two mouths met mine and kissed me hard.
It was hot. Messy. Beautifully wet and delicious in every way it could be delicious.
“Sweaty girl,” Carl grunted as he pulled my stable hoodie up and over my head.
“I should shower,” I protested, but two fierce sets of fingers were already teasing my tits and tweaking my nipples nice and hard.
Rick’s tongue was in my ear in a heartbeat, squirming deep enough to make me groan as Carl hitched me up on his thigh and ground tight against my fluttering clit.
“Horny girl,” Risk hissed, and I nodded. I really was a horny girl.
“Please give me both at once,” I whimpered, already fucked beyond all reason by these two hot bodies I’d promised my life to. “I really am greedy, I need both.”
“I’m sure we can deliver since you’ve been such a good girl this year,” Carl told me, and his voice was dripping with filth.
It was Rick who tore my jodhpurs open and slipped them down my legs. My knickers underneath were white and lacy, and lasted all of two breaths before Carl ripped them apart.
My bra was pinged and tossed, my hair wrapped in tight fists and used to guide me to my knees before the two veiny Christmas presents I’d been promised.
I didn’t need telling to open wide, and I didn’t need warning that they were going to use my mouth like a dirty little ragdoll as they strained and stretched me wide to take them both. I slavered dirtily, making filthy noises I’d come to know made their dicks twitch even harder, loving how they thrust their hips and struggled for more.
“We don’t have long,” I mumbled around their two big cocks. “She won’t stay asleep, not for long, not on Christmas Eve.”
“Fuck,” Rick grunted. “I was dreaming of an all-nighter.” But he was joking. I saw it twinkle in his eyes.
“That’s what babysitters and hotels are for,” Carl said. “Soon. When she’s just a little bit older.”
I wasn’t so sure Carl would be so keen to leave our baby girl behind when it came to it, but I liked the sentiment.
I was ready when Carl lifted me to my feet, knowing full well what was coming. We’d been here many times before, Carl in Rick’s hand and Rick in Carl’s as they walked me backwards to the huge plush leather sofa ready to take two in one.
I hoped my pussy was ready for this. One flick of my clit by my needy fingers was enough to assure me I was ready for anything they had to give.
It was Carl who dropped to the leather and coaxed me down on top of him. His thumb that rolled my clit as Rick crushed my tits with his eager fingers.
I was impaled on Carl’s dick in a heartbeat, grunting and groaning as he bottomed out, eyes tight shut as my body adjusted.
“You really want us to fill you up all over again?” he growled. “You’re sure you’re ready for another little baby so close to the last?”
“We all are,” I told him with a smile. “We’re all so ready for this.”
I cried out as Rick’s fingers pushed in alongside Carl’s cock. It was a glorious stretch. One that saw me grunting and grinding and desperate to come for the both of them before the baby monitor killed our three-way fuck fest.
“Fill her up, Rick,” Carl grunted, and I felt the weight of Rick on my back as he pushed me forward and pinned me tight to Carl’s ridged chest.
I gritted my teeth, waiting for the moment, waiting to feel the crazy burn of two cocks stretching me raw.
But it didn’t come.
I watched Carl’s eyes widen as Rick’s weight disappeared.
“Fuck, Rick,” he prompted. “I’m not gonna last for fucking ever, you’d better get in that tight cunt alongside me if we’re gonna fill her up as one.”
I didn’t need to see Rick over my shoulder to know that he’d shaken his head.
“Just you today, Carl,” he said, and his voice was raspy. “Fuck that tight little cunt and tell me how good she feels.”
“What the fuck?” Carl grunted but kept on slamming up inside me. “Rick, what the fucking hell are you talking about?”
And I knew.
I knew what Rick was doing.
Understood his glazed expression as he’d watched Carl with our little girl.
The one that looked so much like Rick, even though her two daddies loved her just the same.
“This is your turn,” Rick continued. “Please, Carl, fuck her fucking good.”
“This is insane,” Carl rasped. “If this is about Amelia, then I don’t care who she fucking looks like Rick. I couldn’t give two fucking shits.”
I could feel the smile on Rick’s face as he sighed behind my back. “I know.”
Silence. Just the pounding of flesh against flesh as Carl continued thrusting and I continued bouncing.
“I mean it,” Rick said. “Please, just this time. Please, just fill Katie up, all for me.”
I wondered if maybe I should be saying something, joining in on this crazy discussion, but I kept my mouth shut and enjoyed Carl’s dick inside me as I stared out of the window at the falling snow. It was beautiful. Magical.
Just like Amelia, and Rick, and Carl. Just like our unconventional life.
I got it. The Rick thing.
It was beyond words. Beyond reason.
All about loving Carl.
Loving us. All three of us.
The snow was falling harder still when Carl came deep inside me.
He did it with Rick at his side, the three of us a tangle of limbs and mouths and Christmas wishes as the lights on the tree played their cute little song in the background and the presents glittered underneath.
He did it at exactly the right spot on my ovulation cycle to have me pregnant by the time Amelia opened her presents on Christmas morning with both her daddies smiling brightly at her side.
I guess you could say Santa was smiling down on all of us that year.
About Jade
Jade has increasingly little to say about herself as time goes on, other than the fact she is an author, but she’s plenty happy with that. Living in imaginary realities and having a legitimate excuse for it is really all she’s ever wanted.
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She lives in the Welsh countryside with a couple of hounds and a guy who’s able to cope with her inherent weirdness.
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