Page 114 of Theirs for the Holidays

So I give them what they want.

I take the bigger of the two toys, a light blue dildo that looks fairly realistic, and I start teasing myself with it. I rub it along my pussy, letting it slip and slide through the wetness that’s still there.

It feels good, and I arch into it, closing my eyes.

“Keep your eyes on us,” Lennox instructs, making me look at them again. “We want to see all of you.”

“How does it feel?” Rhett asks. “Is it as good as the real thing?”

I have to shake my head at that. Ever since I started hooking up with them, it’s been harder and harder to find the same kind of satisfaction with toys.

With them watching, there’s an extra layer to the experience though. My pussy is practically humming with the need to be full, and I start working the tip into myself.

It slides in easily given how wet I am, but I draw it in and out a little, fucking myself shallowly. My mouth drops open, moans and whimpers spilling into the air.

The guys are breathing raggedly now, all of them fisting their cocks as they watch. Their gazes are nearly physical with the weight of them, pinning me down and making me feel caught in the best way.

I finally give in and slide the dildo all the way inside, groaning and arching as it bottoms out. This one is veiny, with realistic ridges in it, and I can feel each and every one as my pussy grips it tight. I have to breathe through it for a while, trying not to come apart just from this.

I’m only halfway down, after all.

“Fuck, you look good like that,” Sawyer rasps. “Stuffed full. It’d be better if it was one of us, but I like this look for you.”

“Keep going,” Lennox urges. “We want to see you even fuller.”

The second toy has a vibrating function, and I turn it on low, rubbing it against my clit to work myself up a bit more. The vibrations rumble through me, and I gasp in pleasure, hips bucking even more.

The toy stays put, reminding me that it can fill me up but not fuck me, and it’s good but not as good as it could be.

I bite my lip and smear more of my wetness along the second toy, getting it slicker so it can push into me easier. Then I take a breath and lift my hips, so I can start working this toy into my ass.

It’s much slower going, and I have to take breaks to breathe and let myself adjust.

“Shit,” Lennox hisses.

Sawyer and Rhett watch with nearly identical expressions of heat and desire. “You look so fucking good,” Sawyer says. “Youcan take it, baby. I know you can. Just imagine it’s one of us sliding into that tight hole and giving you what you want.”

I choke on a moan, pressing more of the toy into myself. “I want it,” I whimper. “I want to feel so full.”

“Show us how bad you want it,” Rhett says. “Show us how well you can take it for us.”

His words spur me on, and I keep working it in until it slides home.

I’m panting by the time it’s in, and there are tears in my eyes, more from being overstimulated than anything else.

“Good girl,” Lennox says. “You’re so fucking amazing.”

Sawyer is just staring at the places where the toys are stuffed inside me. “And fucking hot. Look at you.”

“So this is what you do when we’re not here,” Rhett teases. “You stuff your pretty little holes and wish it was us.”

I gasp, mewling my pleasure at being so full. All of them look like they’re hanging on by a thread, their control and composure ready to snap.

Lennox leans in a bit closer, his fingers spasming around his cock. “Touch your clit,” he tells me. “Make yourself come while you’re full to the brim.”

My hand trembles as I obey, rubbing my clit with slow circles. I’m so turned on now that it doesn’t even take much. Every time my pussy clenches, the toys are there, firm and unyielding, and the feeling of that combined with the guys watching and praising me has me coming apart in a matter of minutes.

I writhe on the carpet, bucking and humping at the air, clenching around the toys as wave after wave of pleasure rocks over me.