“Fuck,” he rasped into her mouth. “I’ve missed you. Why am I so weak?”
And Katy just murmured against his lips, gasping as he stroked her kitty through the panties, making her mewl and gasp in his arms.
“You’re not weak,” she whispered hoarsely, “you just love me, that’s all.”
And fuck, but the fire leapt at her words, becoming a burning inferno. Because it was true. We loved her, and couldn’t resist the beautiful girl. And although I’ve been better behaved, I missed Katy just as much. It was like time had slowed to a stop, come to a standstill without her. So to have the girl now, willing and wet in our trailer once more was like three green lights flashing, a great big Go.
And I was on her in an instant, her back pressed to my chest as I ran my hands over her ass, squeezing those sweet cheeks, the orbs fleshy and bouncy.
“Baby girl,” I rasped hoarsely into her ear. “Do something for us.”
The girl just twisted sinuously in our arms, that curvy body rubbing against Jason in front and me in the back, my cock weeping as her ass caressed it, punching against the front of my pants to find its mate, where it belonged.
“What, Brent?” she murmured throatily, already starting to reach for our cocks. “Anything, I promise.”
And that’s all I needed to hear.
“Honey,” I rasped again. “We need you to beg. These last two weeks have been so fucking awful, get on your knees and beg us to fuck you.”
Her eyes flew open again, twisting around to meet mine. The sweet pools of caramel were so luscious, so wide that I could have melted boneless into them. But I can be a nasty mofo too.
“Get on your knees,” I growled throatily, eyes burning. “Do it.”
And the girl gasped then.
“I- I’m not sure,” she stuttered. “I mean, of course I’ll beg you, I want you so much, but … my knees?”
And both Jason and I nodded, our nostrils flaring, big bodies heaving.
“Absolutely,” he grunted. “Do it.”
And slowly, oh so slowly, she dropped to her knees, her curvy form quivering, looking at us wide-eyed.
“Like this?” she whispered, barely audible.
“Exactly like that,” I nodded.
But Jason was a dirty fuck and cocked his head, looking at her.
“No, it’s better if she’s naked,” he ground out. “Take off your dress and start over.”
And Katy colored then, the flush spreading beautifully over her cleavage, but her hands obeyed. Slowly, oh so slowly, she began undoing the buttons on her floral outfit, the fabric falling away, and oh god, but the female creaminess made my dick jut out like the prow of a ship.
“Fuck,” I rasped, gazing at those mountainous white breasts, “you didn’t wear a bra.”
And she nodded slightly, flushing even pinker.
“I thought of you guys so often that my nips got raw rubbing against the fabric,” she whispered. “So I stopped wearing one, it was easier.”
And after all the buttons were undone, the thin cotton fabric fell away leaving her in nothing but a tiny pair of pink panties.
“These too?” she whispered, breasts heaving up and down with excitement as she fingered the elastic, looking between me and Jason.
I grunted, nodding.
“All of it. Off,” I said harshly, brooking no argument. And oh fuck, but she’d gotten bigger in her two weeks away and there was so much hefty flesh, the expanse of white so delectable, so delicious, that my cock wept as I stroked it. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Jason had pulled himself out and was palming his fuckpole too, grunting slightly as his fist moved up and down, the tip leaking.
And finally, finally, our little girl was nude before us, pink kitty bare, kneeling on the floor.
“Spread your legs,” I commanded. “Show us your clit.”
The little girl inhaled quickly again but knew better than to question our orders. She inched her knees apart until that pink slit was clearly visible and reached one soft hand between her thighs, pulling apart her labia, those fleshy lips opening like a curtain, showing us her achy, stiff clit.
“Like this?” she whispered. “Is this what you wanted to see?”
And my pole leaked cum like a faucet now, there was literally a pool of the good stuff on the floor under my dick, seeing that huge, throbbing clit, almost as big as my thumb.
“That’s it,” I growled, eyes glued to her snatch. “Now beg.”
And Katy inhaled once slowly, eyes flickering, dropping for a second to take in our ten inch rods, ready to fuck, massive, dominating, before licking those pink lips wetly and pulling her labia apart even more, baring that hot channel.
“Please,” she breathed, her words like the sweetest song to my ears. “Please, Brent and Jason, come fuck me, please, I love you.”
And the siren’s call was all we had to hear. Because she was giving herself up, declaring that she was ours, and there was no better feeling in the world. I was a warrior, the victor standing on the mountain looking down, my troops having subdued the opponent. Except in this case, there had been no opponent except for Katy’s doubts, her insecurities, and they had been defeated thoroughly, routed for another day. And so we descended, Jason and I, onto our sweet girl, loving her, kissing her, stroking all over, the female the spoils of our conquest.