Page 45 of Crushing Clover

“Fuck, man. Not so hard.” Lucky grimaced, and I realized I was probably drawing blood with my nails. “And take your hand off her mouth. She needs to breathe.”

Saint grumbled, but slowed and let go of my mouth.

“Sorry,” I choked out.

“You’re not the one being a jerk, baby.”

Saint slowed even more, and for one glorious moment I thought maybe he was finished, but no such luck. Instead, he pulled partway out and angled my hips differently. I didn’t like it, but he didn’t let me get away. “Come on Luckface. I think she can take us both now.”

I shook my head. “Please, Lucky, don’t.”

“I’m desperate to be inside you gorgeous,” he said half apologetically. “You tell me our safeword, and I’ll stop, but unless I hear it, I’m not that nice of a person.” His quick smile was too charming to resist.

“Just don’t put me in the hospital, okay?”

“We’ll be careful,” he said almost as much over my shoulder to Saint, as to me.

I’d expected a few moments’ reprieve while they sorted themselves out, but the two of them cooperated like an experienced tactical unit, maneuvering me until Lucky could ease into my pussy, which was still wet and wanting from all of the attention Saint had given it earlier.

Dammit. Why couldn’t this be awkward and a turn-off for them?

Having them both inside me at once wasn’t any more pleasant than it had been with Saint and Rush, but Lucky managed to convince my body to accept his added demands, one measured thrust at a time.

Damn them both. He inched all the way in, until there was nowhere left to go.

Like the previous time, the stretch of my body around both their girths made me lightheaded and panicky, but Rush was there to comfort me.

“There you go,” he murmured. “You lived through this last time, and you will again.” I stared at his phone in bewildered amazement, feeling like I had performed a magic trick. “Such a good girl.”

I didn’t feel like a good girl. I felt like a freshly stuffed turkey about to be shoved in the oven for Thanksgiving. He abandoned me then, walking all the way around, probably to get better camera angles.

“Jesus,” Lucky murmured.

“It’s so fucking good,” Saint said, as though agreeing with him.

Slowly, both began to work together, one pulling out, only for the other to push in.

They alternated, like well-timed pistons, as I stayed very still between them, hoping it would end soon.

As I was gasping for breath, amazed again at how smoothly they did this, they suddenly stopped caring about keeping in rhythm.

I cried out every time they synced up and stuffed me simultaneously—so deep, so full.

My swollen clit was mashed against Lucky, but I ignored it at first, too afraid to move in case it ended up with me being even more painfully skewered.

Lucky was moaning in my ear, the sound so hot and wanton that I shivered.

“Is that starting to feel good, baby girl?” Rush asked for the camera.

I shook my head violently, almost headbutting Lucky. “It’s too much.”

And yet being used like this, squeezed between them, filled with two cocks, was absolutely wild.

“Focus on how good it is,” Lucky urged. “Fuck, the way you’re squeezing my dick is so fucking hot, and I love how he feels sliding against my cock from the other side.”

I whimpered, feeling like they were jacking themselves off with my body—using my holes for their gratification rather than trying to share an experience with me.

Fuck, I wanted to complain, but it was turning me on, watching Lucky’s deliriously horny expression as Saint rocked in and out of me.

He was trying hard to control his breathing, and watching him struggle not to come was so fucking hot.

“Hold back, Luck. You can do it,” Rush urged.

My pussy quivered through a small, spontaneous orgasm.

“Fuck…fuck.” He arched beneath me, gasping, and deep inside me his cock gave a frantic jerk.

Saint hissed in a breath, then stilled. “Fuck, I can feel you coming.” He groaned, then pounded into me a few more, terrible times, making me sob in protest. When his strokes slowed and lost rhythm, he panted against the back of my neck.

“So fucking amazing. I wish I didn’t hate you so fucking much. ”

When he pulled out, it was too fast, even though I wanted him out. I thought he was trying to get away from me, but then Rush groaned.

“Ugh. There’s something about seeing cum squeezing out of her little abused asshole that makes me so fucking hard.”

“Zoom in.”

“Oh, I’m zoomed in.”

I frowned down at Lucky, who was smiling back up at me with a lazy, self-satisfied grin.

Of course they were done, and I was desperate to come. Fucking jerks.

“Here.” One of them wiped away some of the cum dripping from my ass. I moved to get off of Lucky, but he held me down. His cock was still stiff inside me.

“You still hard, Luck?” Rush demanded.

“When am I not?”

“Good. Hold her still.”

“What?” I yelped. “No, Rush, I’m too sore!”

“I’ll be careful, and they’ve got you all lubed up for me.”

“Please, sir!”

“Don’t you want to come?”

Fuck. Fuck him, and his fucking insight.

“Yes, sir.”

“Then be a good girl, and we’ll make sure you get what you need.” He took Saint’s place behind me, and I grimaced down at Lucky.

“Whyyy?” I complained.

“Because it feels fucking amazing.”

“Maybe for you.”

I braced myself for Rush to push into my ass, but the thick head of his cock slid lower. Did the man need glasses?

“That’s not my ass,” I said, trying to be helpful.

“See? She really is starting to enjoy anal,” Saint said with a chuckle. “She’s about to draw you a map.”

“I want her pussy,” Rush replied. “You still recording?”

“You’ll have to wait for me to pull out,” Lucky said, shifting me higher.

Thank fuck, Rush wasn’t planning to fuck my ass. It felt like someone had set off a firecracker in there.

“I think she can take us both.” Rush lined his cock up with Lucky’s and tried to nudge into my pussy, too.

“No! That’s not even possible.” I tried to struggle away, but they held me still. I felt faint.

“Fuck, it’s hard to get a good shot of this,” Saint warned.

Rush angled his body differently, but I couldn’t tell if it was to get into my pussy, or to give the camera a better angle.

“You’re too big!” I complained. “You’re both too big, and I don’t have a kink for whatever you’re thinking of doing!”

“Do you think we care, princess?” Lucky was grinning slyly. His hands were like iron on my thighs while Rush was trying to force his cock into the too-small space along with him. The two of them shifted, jockeying for room in my pussy and a better position.

“This looks easier in porn.”

“You should stop,” I begged, then yelped loudly as Rush managed to force his cock head in.

“I’m going to need a fucking splint after this,” Rush murmured. “She’s going to break my dick.”

“Why don’t you take turns!”

“You’re in,” Lucky encouraged. “Fuck, I love how you feel sliding up against me.”

Lucky pulled out partway, and I could feel cum squeezing out past his dick, which Rush immediately took advantage of. Slowly, Rush managed to work his way inside me too, and when they were both as deep as they could manage, one of them groaned. Shock made my head swim. It had actually worked.

It felt like they’d shoved a couple cans of spray paint up there.

“Let me see,” Saint insisted. He pushed Rush upright, and I wondered vaguely if the priority was his eyes, or the phone camera. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

Rush carefully started to move, and Lucky tilted his head back and swallowed.

“You going to make it?” Saint asked.

“No!” I whimpered, not caring that he probably wasn’t talking to me.

“No,” Lucky agreed. “But I’ll die happy. Fuck. We’re squeezed together so tight—”

Was this what birth felt like? Because wow, was I not interested in doing it for fun.

“She’s not loving this,” Saint said, coming around to zoom in on my expression.

Rush was moving though, and neither of the dicks inside me seemed to care what I or my pussy thought.

“Come on, Clover. I want to feel you come on our cocks,” Lucky murmured.

“I don’t think I can,” I said scowling. Impatiently, I wiped a hand across my eyes, trying to stem the flow of tears. It felt like I might split in half if I didn’t concentrate on keeping my body in one piece.

Lucky let go of my thighs and slid his hands up to my breasts.

“I bet your clit is hard and throbbing for me right now,” he said, his voice like gravel.

“Fuck, your nipples are so tight.” He cupped my breasts and pinched hard enough to send a wave of pleasure straight through to my pussy.

My breath caught, and he gave me one of his lopsided smiles.

“That’s right. Let yourself enjoy this.” His rolling fingers tightened, squeezing my nipples harder.

I expected him to let go again, but he mauled them, hurting me on purpose.

My eyes fell shut as my brain tried to sort out which pain was worse, but a tortured moan escaped me.

Rush’s cock popped out, and he swore. “Lucky, don’t make this more difficult than it needs to be.”

“A good cowboy doesn’t blame his horse.”

“I’m not a fucking horse!” I gasped.

Rush jammed his dick back into my pussy, and I grunted in discomfort.

“Are you going to milk their cocks with that pretty pussy?” Saint got in my face with the phone.

“I can’t!”

“Quit being stubborn.” Saint smacked my face, but it was more of a vague threat than a punishment. I was shocked—insulted. My pussy fluttered at the mean look in his eye.

Rush pushed two fingers into my mouth and hooked them behind my teeth, like he was using my face for leverage, and Saint took that opportunity to spit in my mouth. It mostly dribbled out, sliding down Rush’s fingers.

“Do you like being a toy, Clover?” Saint demanded. “Such a smart, beautiful girl, but who cares when our fuckdoll has holes this tight?”

Lucky used his grip on my breasts to hold me still while he started to fuck me from below, his movements grinding against my clit. Rush’s thrusts were getting rougher, and I clung to Lucky, whimpering and writhing, rubbing my clit against him more deliberately.

“Look at that—she’s into it now.” Saint’s disembodied voice came to me from behind Rush somewhere. He was probably filming where we were joined together. Would they really watch the video later? I imagined them doing just that—stroking themselves, or maybe each other. Or using my mouth?

My body sang like a crystal glass when someone ran a damp finger around the rim—quivering, high pitched, like I might shatter into sharp, lethal shards.

Rush tugged on my mouth, and I sucked his fingers.

He swore, picking up the pace, thrusting into me hard.

I was so full—it had been terrifying at first, but now it felt different.

The thought of their cocks sliding together inside me was impossibly sexy.

My clit was smashed against Lucky, and his gasps of pleasure made me whimper.

“Fuck,” Lucky said, his voice a sexy rasp. “Fuck, she’s going to come.”

I tried to shake my head, despite Rush’s fingers still being in my mouth. I was lying. My orgasm trembled, paused impatiently at the edge. Trapped between their thrusting bodies, bare skin against bare skin, delicious pressure on my clit—it was an impossible, torturous combination.

“That’s right, babygirl. Take what you want.”

I parted my lips and squeezed my eyes shut as I tipped over the edge.

Clenched around the two of them, my pussy’s grip was unforgiving.

When the first spasm gave way to the next, and then the next, it felt like a fucking exorcism.

Sounds came out of me that I’d never made before, deep and greedy.

The pain and indignity of being so full, so used, so at their mercy—my body took all of it and twisted it into a lurid, nasty ecstasy.

Lucky broke first, following my orgasm like a dog chasing a truck, determined not to get left behind.

Rush tried to hold out, but soon, he froze, swearing, his rhythm completely lost as he emptied into me, adding to their hot mess.

We all slowed. Stopped.

Inside me was a buzz that left me brainless and drifting. As I lay, sweating between two sweaty, muscled men, dripping cum, Saint crouched next to us, demanding my attention. The phone was still in his hand, but I wasn’t sure whether it was still recording.

He peeled one of my curls from my sweaty face and tucked it back. “Wow—you’re such a fucking mess.” His lips curled in a derisive smile. “And you still look miserable. Don’t you like being our little fuck puppet?”

I couldn’t get my brain to work. Instead, I caught hold of his derision and internalized it. Panic and self-loathing tried to proliferate inside me.

Had I liked it? What kind of person would like this?

Was I going to be nothing but a set of holes for the rest of my life?

The ugliness inside me spread, staining everything it touched.

“Take it easy on her,” Rush admonished. “We put her through a lot, and she took it all for us. She’s a good girl.” He stroked my face with a careful tenderness that made my eyes tear.

Saint arched a brow. He stood and turned away, gathering things for us to clean up with. We’d all needed showers before the sex had started, and now this entire space felt like a biohazard.

Lucky kissed my cheek and temple, helplessly trapped under both me and Rush. “You okay, gorgeous?”

I nodded, blinking back fresh tears. It felt like the core of my body was shaking and that I might come apart as soon as Rush took away the heavy shield of his body.

Unfortunately, I was right, but Rush and Lucky were there to pick up the pieces.