Along for the Ride

Before she had a chance to say any more, Cal pushed her up against the tree, nudged her legs apart, bent his knees, and thrust his cock up into her wet slit, heading straight for home. She gripped his shoulders when he filled her to the hilt, his cock bruising up against her most sensitive parts; then he began to move in her, sending spasms of ecstasy jolting through her body. She grasped at him, lifting one leg to lock his hips against her, her knickers dangling around the ankle of her other leg. He moved quickly, with deep, hard thrusts, his body physically lifting her as he rutted her up against the tree.

“Fuck.” He grunted and suddenly spurted inside her. He had barely slowed his movement and Jason was there, ready to take her from him. Georgie felt a rush of departure, and then was filled again. Jason was inside her.

She was blossoming into orgasm.

Two cocks. She was having two cocks, one after the other. She moaned and wriggled, gaining purchase against the tree. Jason swore under his breath when her movement wedged his cock deep, pausing a moment, and then rode her even harder. Her pelvis was awash with heat, the rigid erection like a magnetic force-field that staved her responses.

“You look so bloody hot when you come,” Jason whispered against her throat.

Her core was pounding, waves of relief washing over her.

“Don’t come. Hold up,” Cal instructed, his hands on Jason’s shoulders.

Jason swore again, louder. “What?”

Cal was standing at her side, rubbing his cock, which was already hard again, ready for more. Cal’s eyes were flashing.

Jason pulled out, holding his aching balls tight, pressing against the base of his cock to hold himself back from coming. Cal moved closer, offering his cock to her. Georgie slid down onto the ground and turned her face into it. His cock was still slick and was oozing, a drop of come weeping out onto the swollen dark-red crown.

“Yes, yes, give me two cocks. I want both your cocks. I want you to fill me up,” she blurted out, hurling the deviant desire up to them like a hand grenade.

“Sweet Jesus.” Jason looked down at her kneeling between them on the rough ground, all desperate and wanting. He pressed harder still, stemming himself, holding back the flow. Georgie cried out, grabbing at Cal’s cock, thrusting him into her mouth, suckling hard. She found her rhythm, swallowing a good length of him and an intake of breath on each of his thrusts. She wanted this so badly, wanted to be filled and used, to be taken every way, so full of cock that every ounce of her was drenched.

She sensed the men were having some sort of exchange over her prone body, and then Cal’s cock was suddenly removed from her mouth, nudging her back toward Jason. But Jason began to move away. When she gathered her senses, she saw that he was lying down on his back on the mossy grass, waving her over. “Come on, babe; sit on my cock.”

“Go on,” Cal urged when she looked at him.

She crawled over on her hands and knees to Jason’s outstretched body. A breath of fern and dense earth caught her attention, and then it was gone on the breeze and there was only the three of them, out in the wild, fucking like animals and oblivious to the world around them.

“That’s it,” Cal whispered from behind, leaning over her, his hands immediately sliding over her body where she knelt, to tease her dangling breasts, tweaking each puckered nipple. Then he stroked down her back to her gaping, wet slit. Georgie moaned and leaned forward over Jason’s prone body. She felt feverish, weak and agitated all at the same time. Cal rubbed his hand hard over her exposed pussy, brusquely sliding over her clit and pushing her inner lips wide with two fingers, examining her. His fingers were slippery with juices, and he spread it all over her, one finger smoothing over her anus, circling it and gently easing it open. Georgie braced herself and hung her head. Yes, she wanted to feel him there, pushing inside her secret passage. She pushed back onto his finger, tentatively.

“Good girl,” Cal whispered, and then the finger was gone and he had dropped down behind her, squatting up against her back. He grabbed her wriggling hips and held her still. Jason lay beneath them, watching, waiting, his breath bated, his eyes glazed with lust. Georgie fixed her gaze on his, but she was very aware of what was going on at her backside.

Cal returned to his focal point; he circled and eased his finger into her anus, slowly opening her up, wetting her with her juice as he went. He penetrated her with the length of his finger, edging it in, bit by bit. She flinched involuntarily, her body trying to force out the strange intrusion. He overcame her resistance, continuing his assault, firmly delving his slick digit inside her, pushing into her secret hole. Wild waves of sensation skittered over her whole body, her sphincter twitching against his finger, grasping at the hard intrusion. She clenched in response to the prodd

ing of that persistent finger. A rush of humiliation at being so exposed, so weak and vulnerable, overcame Georgie, inexorably entwined with the deep pleasure of the foreign intrusion. She opened her eyes and saw that Jason was watching, his hand slowly moving on his cock, his eyes glistening with anticipation.

“Do you still want our help?” Cal’s voice was cool, controlled.

Georgie groaned, her body ricocheting with a riot of opposing signals. She was unable to form words.

“Can you take it, both of us?”

She moved her hips on his hand.

“Yes?” he murmured, and she nodded her head, her hair trailing over her face as she swayed, intoxicated with it, overwhelmed with shame. Shame that flooded her sex when she was forced to concede that she did want it.

“Jason.” Cal urged.

Jason leaned into her, pulling her closer to him in response to Cal’s signal.

She whimpered, but the two men guided her, and she found herself lowering down onto Jason’s waiting erection. His thumb pads were holding open her plump, wet sex lips, massaging the sensitive flesh as he thrust the glowering red head of his cock inside her sex. She moaned with pleasure, instinctively bending over toward his mouth to kiss him. Jason’s hands locked around her back, his arms holding her down on him, squashing her breasts against his chest. His mouth covered hers. Georgie whimpered, moving against the hard cock that had been offered to her.

Then she felt Cal’s hands on her hips, then on her buttocks, opening up her cleft and rubbing it again where he had stimulated and probed it with his finger. She realized what was coming, and wondered if it was going to be too much for her to bear. Yet she longed to find out. She was already full with Jason’s cock, but focused on the prospect of more and stimulated beyond belief. It was sheer lust that was forcing her through her feelings of vulnerability and apprehension.

Georgie slowed her thrusts, slowed to nothing, when she felt the head of his cock jabbing against her. She felt her sphincter muscle clutch suddenly and then give up its resistance when he pulled her buttocks further apart. She was open, exposed completely, and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.

The second cock began to ease its way inside her, probing into her secret passage. Slowly, inexorably forcing itself in and pushing her open. A wild tingling sensation burst up through her pelvis and spine. She had a rush of sudden panic, but it was quickly replaced with ripples of heat and intolerable bouts of solid stimulation roaring up inside her from where Cal pushed his cock home, hard and determined. She was full, completely full and more. She squeezed her upper body close against Jason’s chest, her hands clutching around his head, her mouth still leeching to his in between gasped breaths. The two great, pounding erections stretched her body to its capacity and beyond. She was pushed to the limits to accommodate the second intrusion. It felt thoroughly debauched but oddly right and true, as if being used and penetrated by them both like that out here in the wilds was what her body craved in that moment -- complete fullness. She was possessed and controlled by the bulk of male flesh probing at her most secret inner flesh. She was impaled on the two pulsing cocks, separated only by a sheath of skin so delicate that each frisson of movement sent shock waves through her whole body, leaving it shuddering and weak.