Carrie

 

It’s warm in the middle, wedged tight between two hot bodies in Jack’s bed. I love it here.

I try not to remember it’s Sunday night and they’ll be back at work again in the morning.

Jack’s hand is on my stomach, Michael’s is in mine. One of my legs hooks Jack’s, the other hooks his.

I should be exhausted but I’m not. I should be ready for sleep after an afternoon trekking through fields, my pussy sore from taking Michael again earlier.

But I’m not.

I want them both again and I want them now. I can’t get enough of them.

I can’t get enough of them loving me. Wanting me. Taking care of me.

I can’t get enough of the way I know they’ll pull me back in line whenever I get too much, either.

Rough. That’s what I want.

Rough and strong and dirty.

My two dirty daddies.

I must manage an hour or two of trying to sleep before it gets too much. Jack’s rolled onto his side, facing me, his breath even against my cheek.

Michael is still on his back, rigid as he stares up at the ceiling.

I know he’s awake. I know he’s still churning with all of this.

His hand is still in mine until I pull free and run my fingers up his arm.

I don’t speak, not with my mouth anyway. It’s my hand that glides across his body, feeling every ridge of him, as though I’m trying to prove to myself he’s really here.

The months I spent thinking about him come flooding back. Nights of playing with my pussy until I couldn’t take any more. Months of imagining him naked under his suit.

And now he’s here.

This weekend he’s really here and he’s really mine.

His breath quickens as I stroke my hand down his belly. His muscles are tight and lean, tightening further as my hand moves lower.

Jack was right, I’m a dirty girl. My clit is already thrumming for more, my nipples sensitive, even against the soft cotton bedding.

I can’t stop squirming, and it’s a relief to find Michael hard when I reach him. He rolls onto his side without a sound, and his mouth finds mine in the darkness.

Slow kisses. Soft kisses. Wet kisses.

My hand moving slowly up and down the length of him.

His breath in my mouth, his tongue lapping at mine. His finger teasing my nipple so softly I think I’ll explode.

“Love me,” I whisper.

“I do,” he breathes and mine hitches.

He dips his mouth to my neck and his lips feel so nice there. His tongue finds my ear and drives me insane. I’m panting and I can’t stop, squeezing his dick as he rocks his hips.

“Jack,” he whispers, “we have to wake Jack.”

And he’s right. We do.

It’s how we are. All three of us together.

I wake him in the best way I know how. My hand gripped around his cock as I find his mouth with mine. Mike’s still kissing my ear, his thumb still teasing my nipple as I squirm for him.

I’m desperate. Needy in a way I’ve never been needy before. Warm in bed between two men I love.

Jack hardens in my hand, his breath shallow as he moves his hips in rhythm. He doesn’t say a word as he kisses me back, just pushes his tongue inside my mouth and hitches my leg further over his.

It’s gentle. Torturous. Everything a tease as two dicks shunt slowly in my grip.

Two sets of fingers slip down between my legs. Fingers brushing over each other as two men play with my clit. Two fingers push inside me and I don’t know who they belong to, but I don’t care. Another two line up against them and I moan that I want it. In and out, first two and then a different two, and then both. Four fingers stretching me. Two men inside me at once. Two men kissing my neck at once.

Two mouths on my tits.

Two dicks thrusting.

One mouth on mine, then another. Over and over. Open-mouthed kisses that set me on fire. A thumb on my clit that drives me insane.

I want this every night. I want the three of us in a bed from now until the end of time.

It’s Jack that rolls me to face Michael and guides my leg up and over. It’s Jack that urges us on as four fingers make way for one hard cock.

He slides his hand down between us, fingering my clit as Michael pushes his dick inside me. His hand is wedged tight, fingertips pressed right on target.

Slow thrusts, all the way in and all the way out again. And then Jack, hitching up tight behind me with his big dick pressed against my ass.

I want to tell him I like it. I want to tell him I’ve done things. Dirty things. Things I know I like already.

I want to tell him to do them to me, but I don’t know how to say it.

I’m going to come already, fucked so slowly by Michael as Jack circles my clit. Only Michael stops before it gets that far. He pulls out and urges me to back up on to Jack.

Jack takes his place without hesitation.

A few deep thrusts and he passes me back.

Michael, Jack, Michael, Jack.

The distance between us closes. My body is pressed tight between two. They fall into a rhythm, taking turns on my pussy as I wriggle and moan in the middle and it’s fucking heaven. It’s Jack who pushes his fingers into my mouth when Mike’s inside me. It’s Jack who whispers in my ear to make them nice and wet for him.

I’m a good spitter. I show him so. And it’s just as well I am, because it’s my spit he uses to lube up his finger as he squirms it against my asshole.

Relax, he says, but I’m already there. I’m already desperate.

“Fuck,” I breathe. “Please…”

“You really are our dirty little girl, Carrie,” he whispers.

His finger pushes in and I groan. I moan like a dirty bitch, like I’ve always moaned when something goes in there. I can’t help it.

It’s tight with Mike’s cock filling my pussy. It’s so tight I suck in my breath as he pushes in another finger.

Mike groans too, and I know he can feel it.

He pulls out and Jack thrusts to take his position, but I squirm.

“Not there…” I hiss, and he stops. I wriggle to illustrate and he takes a breath.

“It’ll hurt,” he says. “Your ass is tighter than your tight little cunt.”

“I don’t care,” I tell him.

He moves away from me and rustles at the side of the bed. I press into Mike while he’s gone, rubbing my pussy against his leg as he holds me tight.

There’s a squelch as Jack comes back to me, a cold wetness between my ass cheeks. I hear him lube up his dick and I rub against Mike all the harder.

Three fingers in my ass and I grunt. “Still want it?” Jack rasps in my ear.

And all the gentleness has gone now. “Yes,” I hiss. “Fuck me.”

I love how dirty I feel with his fingers in my ass. I love how raw it feels. I love how it hurts before it gets better.

“You want to be stretched by two big fucking dicks?” Jack growls and it’s too much. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? That’s why you want two? You’re a greedy little girl who wants two dirty daddies all to herself.”

I’m a whimpering wreck as I tell them I want it. I’m a wriggling mess as I beg them both to give it to me.

“Put your fingers in her cunt,” Jack barks, and Mike grunts as he does. Two at first, and it’s tight, so fucking tight. Then three.

I curse under my breath, teeth gritted as both men work their fingers deep.

“You’re too fucking tight for two,” Jack says. “Not tonight, but we’ll fucking get there, I promise.” He pauses. “Take a deep breath like a good girl,” he tells me and I do.

I hiss it out as he pulls his fingers from my asshole, and gulp it back in as he drives his cock in there instead.

I’m tense, wired as Mike stills his fingers in my pussy.

“Take it,” Jack breathes. “Take it for Daddy like a good girl.”

I’m glad he says it. I’m glad he likes it too.

And I do take it for Daddy Jack. Oh, fuck I do.

“Fuck me, Daddy Jack!” I beg. “Fucking fuck me!”

And he does.

He fucks my ass so hard I see stars behind my eyes.

“Keep those fingers in that horny little snatch,” he barks to Mike, “make her take it.”

“Fuck,” Mike grunts, and I feel his cock throbbing against my belly.

“You’re gonna come inside her after me,” he growls. “It’s your turn for sloppy fucking seconds tonight.”

Mike fucks my pussy with his fingers as Jack pounds my ass, and I love it. I fucking love it.

Mike kisses me harder than I’ve ever been kissed and I fucking love that too.

“Dirty girl,” Jack breathes into my ear. “Look what you’re doing to us. Look what you’re doing to poor Mike. I should put you over my fucking knee for being such a filthy little bitch.”

I gasp in air as Mike breaks the kiss, and I don’t know myself. I don’t know the little slut between these two men, but I like her.

“I’m gonna make you do everything,” I hiss. “I’m gonna make you do filthy fucking things to me, and filthy fucking things for me. I’m gonna make you do it all.”

“Promises,” Jack says.

And they are promises.

“Come in my fucking ass, Daddy Jack!”

“My fucking pleasure,” he replies, and slams me hard, once, twice, three times before he’s grunting in my ear.

And I’m coming too, coming around Mike’s fingers as he wriggles them inside me.

I’m still going as Jack pulls out and rolls me right over onto another man’s cock.

He rubs his wet dick against my clit as Michael shunts his whole fucking length in my dripping asshole.

I’m stretched. Used raw between two men, and I’ve never felt so wanted as I do right now.

It’s in the desperation of their touch, their rasping breath, the way they can’t get enough of the fucking crazy. My fucking crazy.

I’ve dreamed of one dirty daddy for as long as I can remember, and now I have two.

Michael surprises me when he lifts me up and onto him. I gasp as he wraps his arm around my neck and fucks me hard from underneath. I bounce on top of him, speared by his long hard fucking dick, powerless to fight it, even if I wanted to.

I like it that way. I like being their powerless little girl.

“Fuck, yes,” Jack says and climbs right up after both of us.

I flinch as he turns on the lamp and spreads my legs wide open so he can watch Michael’s dick pound the fuck out of me.

“We’re gonna fuck you two at once,” he says. “But not today. Soon, but not today.”

And then he sucks my desperate clit until Michael’s cum fills my ass after his. I don’t even need to ask him this time.