Claiming Kara:Fate Harbor 3(44)

"God, Kara, I could spend hours just staring at your ass as you walk in a  pair of jeans. But having it naked in front of me, where I can touch  it … I'm going to explode. I need to fuck you from behind. I need to see  this glorious thing shake and shimmer. Can I do that? Can I take you,  while you suck Ben down?"

He liked her new, big ass? Sometimes she did, too, but she wasn't sure.  Sometimes, she hated it. She knew it swayed while she walked. She was up  two sizes. She didn't mind the breasts increasing, but now she had  hips, stomach, and butt. She hadn't been sure. But these men seemed to  like the changes in her body and that made all the difference in the  world. It made her feel like she could fly. She wiggled her ass at Quinn  and he clutched her butt and groaned. The next thing she knew, one hand  was gone as he was guiding the thick head of his engorged penis into  her swollen cunt.         

     



 

"Baby, you're so damn tight. Relax for me." Both men began to stroke  her, Quinn on her ass, Ben at her throat, their caresses perfectly in  synch. She didn't know how many minutes went by, or seconds or hours,  but eventually she took each man deeper into her body.

Again, they were perfectly timed with one another as they both pulled  out, leaving her bereft. She didn't want them to leave her, as if they  knew they had moved just a little bit forward into her re-opening heart.  Finally, unable to wait, she shoved back onto Quinn, forcing him deep  inside her body, just where she needed him.

"Kara! Be careful." His voice came out in that rasp that sent her pulse  rocketing. He pulled out and she pushed back. They continued that dance  as she held Ben prisoner, using her mouth to lave and suckle, watching  him watch her. She was on a quest to make both men lose their minds as  they had so recently done to her. Just as she thought she had won the  battle, Ben pulled inexorably back from her, gently pushing at her  shoulders. Just as surely, Quinn was leaving her as well, and she  couldn't stop her look of hurt and bewilderment as she looked up at Ben.

"No, Kachawli." He reached down and cupped her face, drawing her up into  his arms for a tender kiss. She wrapped her arms around his waist. She  let herself get lost in the beauty of the moment, again finding the  closeness. Then she felt Quinn at her back, reaching around and  caressing her breasts. She sighed into Ben's mouth, reassured that she  wasn't being abandoned. Ben finally drew back.

"Can we try something new?" Ben's eyes were a deep, slumberous brown,  and it made her sex clench in response. She knew what she wanted, and  had wanted for a long time but had been too shy to ask for. While the  idea of anal sex made her nervous, it also aroused her.

"Anything, Ben," she whispered, and like musicians who had played  together for years, Ben's hands slid down her body and gripped the  cheeks of her ass, parting them as Quinn reached down to her slit and  brought up some of her slick cream to her anus and anointed her tight  opening, circling and circling until he could finally breach her with  the tip of his finger. She looked up into Ben's eyes, saw his smile, and  relaxed further, knowing that she was pleasing these two men.

Suddenly, Quinn was gone and she heard a drawer opening, and then he was back.

"Kara, this is going to be a little cold, okay, sweetheart?" She nodded,  still staring into Ben's eyes. She waited and eventually she felt  Quinn's fingers touching her, but there was nothing cold. She shouldn't  have been surprised. Of course, he had warmed the lubrication in his  hands before applying it on her.

"You're so pretty," Quinn said as Ben bent down and nuzzled her neck, and she giggled.

"Jesus, Quinn, how can you be looking at my asshole and saying I'm pretty?"

"You are, sweetheart." And then she felt him pressing against the muscle  and it was more than one finger this time. "Let me in, can you do that?  Press back out toward me," he said as pushed harder. She did as he said  and felt a distinct pop as he breached her entrance. She gasped, and  Ben kissed the side of her neck.

"You're doing so well, Kachawli. Tell us how it feels." She didn't know  if she could, it seemed like so much, but not nearly enough. She moved  against Quinn, forcing him deeper inside her. She heard the raspy  chuckle.

"She likes it, Ben, our girl likes it." Then she felt his fingers begin  to part, stretching her tissues, giving her more, and she groaned.

"Ahhh, that's-" She didn't know what it was, but she so needed more of  it. She needed, wanted, more of Quinn, more of Ben. She started to pant.  Then Quinn reached down with his other hand and speared fingers into  her cunt, and she was filled in both orifices. He started to push in and  out, curling and spreading his fingers, in and out, in and out, curling  and spreading, heating her blood until she screamed out in ecstasy.

The next thing she knew, she was lying on the bed, and Quinn was gone.  Ben was braced over her, kissing her, whispering how beautiful she was  when she came. She felt the bed dip and Quinn was back in the room, his  engorged cock covered with a condom. His face was so solemn. Ben toyed  with one of her long strands of hair, a crooked smile on his face that  made her smile in return.

"Please, tell me that I get to have both of you. I've dreamed of that."  Ben's smile deepened, and she was unable to resist caressing his  dimples. She looked over at Quinn, who still looked far too serious.

"Sweetheart, let's not rush into anything. That's a big step, and I  don't think you're ready for that." Kara couldn't believe the man and  opened her mouth ready to rip him a new one, when he threw back his head  and started laughing.         

     



 

"Shit, I did it again, didn't I? I'm telling you what you should want  and do," he said in between chuckles. She turned her head to Ben, who  had started to laugh, as well. She felt such a sense of relief that she  breathed out a sigh of relief. She turned back and looked at Quinn, who  had such a tender look on his face she melted, all frustration and anger  gone. "But please, sweetheart, promise me you'll let us take this slow  and easy, and you'll tell us if anything hurts just the slightest little  bit. Okay?" How could she deny this man?

"I promise, Quinn, but I want this, and sometimes just making love with  you and Ben hurts just a little before it morphs into the sweetest  pleasure. So let's not plan to stop if there is a little bite. I want to  try everything, I just know I'm going to love this." God, she couldn't  even take a full breath just thinking about being surrounded and filled  by both of these men. She had wanted to ask for it the last time she had  been in Alaska, but she'd been waiting for them. It didn't seem like  something a girl should initiate, but now that it was on the menu, she'd  be damned if it was going to be taken away!

"Okay, sweetheart, you're going to get what you want, but you're going  to get it how Ben and I see fit." Kara thought she had been aroused by  everything that had gone on before, but that raspy command shot through  her like an arrow. Ben rolled, and suddenly she was on top of him, and  Quinn was behind her, quickly moving her legs on either side of Ben's.  Ben spread his legs wider, forcing hers wider, and he looked down at her  sex, enraptured.

"Kara, you're so red and glistening and swollen." He swiped fingers  through her splayed lips, and then sucked them into his mouth. "You  taste so good. Come see." He grasped her by the nape of the neck and  brought her down for a torrid openmouthed kiss, their tongues tangling,  and she tasted the wonderful spice that was Ben, but her own essence, as  well. The combination was heady, it seemed to fizzle through her  system, and that was when she felt Quinn gliding through the crease of  her ass and once again adding more lubricant to the star of her anus,  pushing it deep inside. Then he left and she heard him use the towel he  had brought to wipe up.

Quinn then reached around and cupped her breasts, lightly stroking her  nipples with his thumbs as he pulled her away from Ben. She considered  protesting, but his hands felt too good. Ben looked at her and reached  over to the left, picking up a foiled packet. He quickly sheathed  himself and lifted the broad head of his penis to the slick entrance of  her vagina. He arched upward, while she slowly dropped down so that they  came together like pieces of a puzzle. Finally they were fully joined.

Never once had Quinn stopped touching her breasts, his palms lightly  squeezing, his thumbs circling, now with a stronger stroke that was  maddening. "I can see you, sweetheart, you're so wide open." Kara could  feel it. With Ben's legs parted so wide, and her legs on the outside,  she knew that her ass was splayed wide for Quinn to see everything. It  was too much, too embarrassing, and she clenched. In a flash, his hands  left her breasts, and she felt a resounding smack on her ass. "You will  not hide what belongs to Ben and me."