Anal sex with Carrie and double penetration

Paul is slowly waking up. He is very surprised by the fact that he is stone hard. One reason for his fabulous morning wood is because his huge cock head is pressed up against Carrie outstanding buttocks. He is already partly in between her muscular ass cheeks with his big throbbing dick. Her derrière is fabulous and it feels so good to have his massive dick against her juicy ass. He is also touching a lot of her other body parts and Carries body is absolutely immaculate.

Another reason for his arousal could be the fact that his brain has been dreaming about sex all night long. He had a unique experience last night. Mostly fucking Carrie but also fucking Laura. At the end of the night he fucked Carrie again and again and again. They just couldn’t get enough of each other. Orgasms isn't everything but Carrie come thirteen times last night. She was extremely satisfied and exhausted when they eventually went to bed.

Considering how much Paul fucked last night it is very surprising that he feels so horny. Does he think that Carrie is interested in morning sex? Yes!. Easy answer. Then how about just fucking her from behind immediately. Great idea.

Paul tries to figure out how he should continue. He has done this both with Agneta and Mikayla before just started to fuck them the moment they woke up. In both cases he warmed them up in their sleep. Carrie is a more sexually charged slut and Paul wants to really surprise her. How about also using the huge replica dildo?

For both Carrie and Laura he has with him one more gift for each of them. A huge dildo. A replica of his fully erect dick. Custom made at a porn store. He put his huge cock in a mold and made a perfect replica. Paul has been hiding them but since he is leaving Laura and Carrie this morning he better use it now. Laura is asleep in an adjacent room at the Strand Palace hotel in London. Laura was very exhausted after the anal sex.

When Paul realizes that he hasn’t fucked Carrie in her juicy ass yet the decision is suddenly easy. Fuck Carrie in her asshole while driving the huge dildo into her pussy. But he would really like to fuck her pussy one more time before he leaves. He also should warm her up before fucking her in the ass. So that leads to one great plan. Time to get started. He is really excited.

Paul leaves the bed. He is really slow and very quiet. He fetches one of the two huge dildos from his bag. He lubricates the huge dildo. Back in bed he hides the dildo under his pillow. The lubricant stays on the bed. He might need that later before he penetrates Carrie’s asshole.

He gets back into position next to Carrie and slowly and gently slides his huge cock up against her juicy ass. Paul gets so aroused just thinking about his great plan. Let’s hope it works. If it works it will be fantastic. Paul then moves his hands around Carrie’s fit and gorgeous body. His plan is to get her up on all fours while he penetrates her from behind. It is fair to say that both of them agree that doggy-style suits them best.

His arms and hands has gripped her fit outstanding body. In one quick motion he suddenly drags Carrie up on all fours. She is starting to wake up. Immediately when she is up on all fours and subconsciously arches her body he penetrates her. He is forceful and his huge cock head creates chaos and pleasure at the same time.

The world filters back in slowly through a haze of deep satisfied sleep. Carrie feels the warmth of Paul’s body shifting beside her.The big mattress dipping as he moves. A familiar delicious pressure presses against her backside. The hard insistent promise of Paul’s huge cock. Even half-asleep Carrie’s body responds. A lazy welcoming heat stirring deep within. Carrie knows what’s coming. She expect the gentle nudge the slow teasing entry. But Paul doesn’t tease.

In one swift decisive motion Paul’s strong hands are on Carrie and are dragging her up. Her muscles protests a little. They are sore and tired but they obey. Before Carrie’s mind can fully catch up she is on her knees. Her hands sinking into the sheets and her back arching instinctively presenting herself to Paul. And then Paul is there. No warning no slow stretch. Just the sudden brutal and glorious invasion of Paul’s huge cock head pushing into Carrie’s tight pussy.

A sharp guttural grunt escapes Carrie’s lips as she is breached. Her blue eyes fly open blurry with sleep staring at the rumpled sheets. The stretch is immense and shocking. It is a burning exquisite ache that steals her breath. Carrie is not ready. She is not loose not warmed up. She is tight and sleepy and Paul is splitting her open.

“God… “ Carrie gasps her voice is rough and strained. “So soon… and so deep…”

Carrie braces herself. Her fingers are clawing into the mattress. Her whole body trembles and is struggling to accommodate Paul’s size. It is the sheer relentless width of Paul’s huge dick. Carrie loves it. Carrie loves the brutal claim. She loves the way Paul takes her without even asking. But it’s a fight. It is a struggle. A delicious overwhelming fight. Carrie feels every inch as Paul push deeper. Her inner muscles are clenching wildly around Paul’s huge cock trying to adapt.

“You’re… not playing fair this morning Paul.” Carrie grunts and talks. Her head is dropping between her shoulders as Paul sink further in. “I’m still half asleep, and you’re already trying to break me. I love it. I love how you just take what you want.”

Paul is extremely satisfied with Carrie’s marvelous response. He guessed correctly. This is exactly what she wants. Great way to start the day. He is not gentle with Carrie. He feels how her body protests against the invasion but her mind wins. She wants this and she is getting it. Slowly he is getting deeper. Deeper and deeper into the delicious pussy. She is getting wet in a hurry. Suddenly he gets balls deep. In to the hilt. In all the way to his thick shaft.

Carrie lets out a choked guttural cry as Paul buries himself completely. The sudden shocking fullness stealing the air from her lungs. Carrie’s fit body arches. Her back is bowing sharply as she struggle to accept every last thick inch of Paul. The stretch is almost unbearable a deep burning ache that makes her toes curl into the sheets.

“Fuck… that’s it… all of you Paul. Carrie gasps her voice is trembling with a mix of pain and pure unadulterated lust. Carrie pushes back against Paul. It is a tiny grinding motion that makes us them groan. “ I can feel you in my soul this morning. You’re so deep… you’re rearranging me. Fantastic start Paul. This is exactly what I need.”

Carrie’s pussy is slick now. The wetness a swift eager response to Paul’s brutal claim. Carrie looks back at him over her shoulder. Her blonde hair a messy curtain around her beautiful face. Her blue eyes are dark and glazed with powerful need.

“Now move. Don’t be gentle. I want to feel every bit of this wake-up call. Fuck me like you own the morning. You certainly owned the night.”

Finally Paul can start fucking Carrie for real. He leans forward and starts fucking her very hard. He gets very deep with each hard thrust and he loves her tight wonderful pussy. He sets a furious pace. Carrie responds in her usual fantastic manner. Paul leans even more forward and grabs her huge bouncing breasts. He starts kneading them as he continues to fuck Carrie hard.

Paul’s hands on Carrie’s huge breasts are kneading and squeezing as his pounds into her is the final, perfect piece. The sharp pleasure and pain of his grip mixes with the deep driving rhythm of Paul’s hips. Carrie’s big knockers bounce with each hard thrust and she can feel her nipples scraping against Paul’s palms hard and sensitive. Carrie cries out a raw unfiltered sound of ecstasy. Her gorgeous body is moving in a frantic sloppy rhythm to meet Paul’s rhythm. She tells Paul.

“Yes! Just like that!. Yes Paul.” Carrie pants her voice is breaking with each impact. “Own me. Use me. Make me your morning fuck toy. I love it when you're possessive like this. God what a great way to start the day.”

Carrie pushes back against Paul harder. She is meeting his furious pace with a **** hunger of her own. The bed creaks beneath them. It is a steady rhythmic protest to the **** of their joining. Carrie’s mind is blank. It is wiped clean by the sheer overwhelming sensation of being taken so completely so early. This isn't making love. This is a claiming. Carrie is surrendering to it with everything she has.

“Don't stop!” Carrie gasps. Her fingers are twisting in the sheets. “I want to feel you come inside me again. I want to start the day filled with you.” She continues to talk.

Paul answers Carrie immediately. He reveals his first surprise.

“Carrie sweetie you underestimate me again. You will most likely come several times before I come. I have a big surprise for you next. This is actually your warming up. This is just the prelude. As soon as you come I will then fuck you in your sweet asshole. In all the ecstasy last night I forgot to fuck your sweet ass. That much be rectified next.”

A low wicked laugh escapes Carrie even as Paul continue to drive into her. His words send a thrill straight through her core. She speaks to him with a lyrical tone.

“You think I underestimate you?” Carrie pants her hips are still rocking against Paul’s. “Maybe I do. But that’s because you Paul keep raising the bar. And now you’re telling me this is just a warm-up? That you’re going to take my tight ass next?”

Carrie look back at Paul again. Her blue eyes gleaming with a mix of challenge and sheer greedy excitement. She continues.

“Then fuck me harder Paul. Make me come. I want to be so wet so ready and so **** for you that I can’t think. I want that first orgasm to be so good that it makes me beg for the rest. Don’t just promise me my ass” Carrie teases Paul. Her voice is dropping to a husky whisper.” Make me earn it.”

Carrie clenches her inner muscles around Paul’s huge dick with a slow deliberate squeeze. The Carrie pushes back with renewed vigor urging Paul to go deeper and faster. The idea of what’s next, the promise of Paul’s huge cock in a place that is even tighter and even more forbidden, is already making Carrie’s pulse race. But she wants this part first. Carrie wants to be thoroughly wrecked by Paul’s ‘prelude’ before he moves on to the main event.

Paul starts laughing a bit. Carrie is remarkable. She is one of one. Of course he starts fucking her harder. She begged for that. He starts pounding her delicious pussy. Over and over again he abuses her wet tight cunt. If she wants to come quickly that is perfect because then he can claim her sweet ass sooner. The mini buzzer is turned on. Carrie hears the sound and then she feels it up against her swollen clit.

The sound is faint at first. It is low hum beneath the wet slap of their bodies. Then Carrie feels it. It is a sudden insistent vibration pressed right against her swollen sensitive clit. Carrie’s entire body jolts. It is a sharp electric shock of pleasure shooting straight up her spine. A choked startled crying tears from her throat. She moans and talks. She sounds extremely happy.

“Oh, fuck! What is.” Carrie gasps her mind is reeling. The vibration is relentlessly buzzing in perfect torturous counterpoint to Paul’s very deep pounding thrusts. The dual sensation is overwhelming. It is pushing Carrie towards the edge with terrifying speed. She loves the fast start and everything about this fuck. Something primitive and forceful about the start has made Carrie extremely aroused this morning. She is in heat.

“You bastard.” Carrie grunts. Then a wild delirious laugh is mixed with her moans. “You brought a toy to our morning fuck? That's cheating. That's brilliant cheating.”

Carrie’s hips start to stutter. She is losing her rhythm as the pleasure builds to a fever pitch. The vibration on her sensitive clit combined with the deep full feeling of Paul’s huge dick stretching her open is apparently too much this soon. Carrie can't hold back. Her orgasm isn't approaching. It is crashing over her in a sudden violent wave that makes her vision white out.

“I'm coming! I am coming PAUL. “ Carrie screams. Her fit body is locking up then it is convulsing violently around Paul’s huge cock. It's a sharp intense climax ripped from Carrie by Paul’s merciless pace and that clever buzzing surprise. A fabulous morning orgasm. Carrie definitely comes very quickly. It is a wonderful orgasm and it is a powerful one. Carrie shudders through it. Her wet pussy milking Paul in frantic pulses as she collapse forward onto her elbows. She is panting and trembling.

After a some seconds rests Carrie manages to lift her head. She is looking back at Paul with a dazed wrecked smile. “Okay. “ Her sexy voice is hoarse and breathless. “Warm-up complete. I'm officially ****. Now, about that promise...”

Paul gives Carrie a few more hard thrusts as to remind her of his size. Then he withdraws. He starts to lubricate his huge hard cock. He lubes Carrie’s asshole. He applies a lot of lubricant. He tells her and asks Carrie.

“So Carrie since you are the pro of anal sex. How much more lubricants do you need and do I need to be gentle?” It is almost presented as a dare.

Carrie watches Paul slick up his huge cock. Her breathing still coming in ragged gasps from the aftershocks of her climax. The sight of Paul lubed and ready aimed at her ass sends a fresh wave of heat through Carrie. Carrie shifts her hips and starts presenting herself even more deliberately.

“A pro?” Carrie speaks but her voice is still a little shaky but it is gaining that familiar flirty edge. “ I like that title Paul. But being a professional means knowing my limits and my needs. I know how huge you are.”

Carrie reach back. Her fingers are brushing against Paul’s as he is applying the lube to her sweet asshole. Carrie takes a generous amount onto her own fingers and is adding to what Paul has already given her. She is working it in with a slow circular motion. Carrie knows how tight she is especially after last night's marathon. She continues to talk and apply more lubricant.

“I need enough so it feels like a challenge and not a punishment.” Carrie explains as she is looking at Paul over her shoulder with a daring smile. “And gentle? No. Not gentle. Slow, at first. Let me feel every inch as you open me up. But once you're in…” Carrie pauses her blue eyes darkening. “Once you're in, I want you to fuck my ass like you own it. Just like you did my pussy. I want to feel you claim that part of me too Paul.

Carrie finishes with the lube. Her body is already trembling with anticipation. “That's enough. Now Paul take your time getting in. But don't hold back once you're there. I want to remember this. Again what a wonderful way to start the day. Great work Paul.”

Paul puts his huge cock head up against Carrie’s asshole. It looks so tiny. To tiny. Not like Laura’s that was a gaping hole from the but plug. He puts his hands on her hips and lower back and then he presses in just a bit. He is gentle as she wanted.

Carrie feels the cool slick pressure of Paul’s huge cock head against her asshole. A tiny tight ring of muscle that feels impossibly small compared to the thick crown pressing against it. Carrie breathing hitches and she consciously **** herself to relax. She starts pushing back against Paul just a fraction. The initial resistance is intense. It is burning stretching sensation that makes her knuckles turn white where she is gripping the white bed sheets. She struggles with his size but she is calm and eager.

“Okay… just like that Paul.” Carrie murmurs her voice is tight but encouraging.” Slow and steady. Let me feel you.”

Paul presses forward and the world narrows to this single profound point of connection. Carrie feels the muscle yield not with a pop but with a gradual burning surrender. An inch or so of Paul disappears inside her and she gasps a sharp intake of breath that’s equal parts pain and awe. It’s so much tighter than in her pussy. It is a searing intimate fullness that’s completely different.

“God, you’re so big Paul.” Carrie whispers her forehead dropping to the mattress. “I can feel every ridge, every vein… it’s like you’re branding me from the inside.”

Paul continues with a patience that feels both tender and torturous. Another inch sinks in and Carrie moans long and low. Her whole body is trembling. The stretch is exquisite. It is a deep internal ache that’s already sparking tendrils of forbidden pleasure. Paul is about halfway now. It is a significant breathtaking invasion and he stops. Paul is letting Carrie adjust to the staggering fullness. She continues to talk.

“Don’t… don’t move yet Paul. Carrie grunts her voice is shaky. “Just… let me get used to the idea that you’re here. That this is happening. My ass is swallowing half your cock and it’s the most **** intimate thing I’ve ever felt. Especially after last night.”

Carrie looks back at Paul. Her blue eyes glistening. Her flirty confidence is still there but it’s softened by raw unfiltered sensation. “You’re taking your time with me.” Carrie observes a tender smile touching her thin lips. “ A gentleman even when he’s claiming my sweet ass. I like it. Now… let me see if I can take a little more.”

Paul applies more lubricants on his huge cock and on Carrie. He starts pushing again. It feels like the worst is over for Carrie. She is very relaxed and another inch or so enters her ass. He looks at her and she nods yes so Paul continues. She is extremely tight but she fights on. Paul starts pushing again.

More thick hard dick enters her tight asshole and she fights on. He is almost fully in now. Suddenly they both hear a popping sound. He is fully in suddenly. Paul stops and checks with Carrie.

The sudden final pop as Paul slides completely inside is a sound Carrie feels more than hears. It is a deep internal release that makes her whole body shudder. The fullness is staggering and overwhelming. Paul is buried in her sweet ass to the hilt. And for the moment Carrie can’t breathe or can’t think. Carrie just feels Paul’s thick and hard and claiming a part of Carrie that’s never been taken so completely.

Carrie lets out a long shaky exhale. Her whole body is trembling with the effort of holding him. Her knuckles are white on the sheets but Carrie doesn’t pull away. She pushes back. It is a tiny deliberate movement accepting the full searing stretch.

“Yes… Yes Paul.” Carrie gasps her voice is thin and strained. “I’m okay. I’m… full. So full. Don’t move yet. Just let me… feel this.”

Carrie look back at Paul. Her blue eyes wide and dark. Her expression is a mixture of pain and profound surrender. “You’re all the way in. My ass is yours now. And I love it. I love how it hurts. I love how it feels like you’re remaking me. This will be fantastic for me. Hope you enjoy the pleasure of fucking my tight ass now Paul. “

After a few seconds the initial shock subsides. It is replaced by a deep aching warmth. Carrie takes another breath. Much deeper this time and give Paul a slow daring nod. “Okay. Now… show me what you can do with it. Fuck my ass, Paul. Make me forget my name. Fourteen going for sixteen actually. That is your goal Paul. Make me come twice. After that I will probably be yours forever. At least for the rest of the day.”

Paul starts fucking Carrie in her tight tasty ass. It instantly feels so very good. He checks with her and she has a huge grin on her beautiful face. Now the ordeal is over. She can enjoy the huge cock in her ass. Now she wants Paul to go faster. She wants to be claimed again. He start fucking her hard in her ass. She moans and grunts. Now the intensity picks up. Paul is stone hard and finally he is fucking Carrie in her delicious ass. This is just outstanding. Carrie’s sweet ass is just perfect.

The first slow deliberate pull back is almost as shocking as the entry. Then Paul pushes forward again filling Carrie up completely. A sharp guttural moan escapes her. The pain is still there a bright burning edge but it's already being swallowed by a deeper darker stronger pleasure. Carrie is looking back at Paul. Her grin is widening into something wild and unhinged. She tells him.

“That's it… Paul. Carrie pants her voice is rough. “No more gentle. I can take it. Give me everything. I need everything you got.”

Paul picks up the pace. Now the sensation transforms. The sharp burn melts into a deep rhythmic ache that sparks something primal in Carrie’s core. Each hard thrust feels like a claiming. It is a brutal intimate possession that leaves her breathless. Carrie’s moans turn into raw unfiltered grunts of strong pleasure. Her body is moving to meet Paul’s hard thrusts with a **** sloppy hunger.

“Harder!” Carrie cries out. Her fingers are twisting in the sheets. “Fuck my ass like you mean it! I want to feel you in my bones!”

The intensity is overwhelming. It is a different kind of ecstasy than her in her pussy. A tighter more illicit more ****. And Carrie loves it. Carrie loves the way Paul owns this part of her. She loves the way Paul makes her feel so completely utterly used.

When Carrie screams harder Paul obviously obeys her wonderful request. He starts pounding her ass so much harder. He is giving it to Carrie super hard. He loves the way his crotch and thighs slams into her muscular ass. The contact is hard and fantastic. He is also fucking with the outer parts of her ass. Tremendous derrière. So outstanding to constantly hit against her smooth ass skin.

The impact of Paul’s hips against Carrie’s muscular ass is a brutal rhythmic slap that echoes in the room. Each collision sends a jolt through her entire body. It is delicious shockwave of pleasure and pain. Her firm derrière is taking a hard beating. Carrie can feel the heat of the contact, the sheer **** of Paul’s claim. Carrie pushes back against Paul. She is meeting each punishing thrust with a **** grind. Her muscles are clenching around Paul’s huge dick in a tight welcoming vise.

“Yes! Just like that Paul!” Carrie gasps her voice is breaking with the **** of Paul’s movements. “You feel so good… so deep. You’re owning my ass completely. I can’t get enough. I need more. Love your massive cock. “

Carrie reaches back with one hand. Her fingers splaying across Paul’s hip urging him on. Her other hand braces against the headboard and her knuckles are white. The pleasure is building again. It is tight coiling spring in her core. It is feed by the relentless deep friction and the primal satisfaction of being taken so thoroughly.

“Don’t stop… Paul. I’m getting close again” Carrie grunts her words are coming in ragged bursts. “I want to come with you buried deep in my ass. I want to feel you make me lose control from the inside out.”

Spurred on by Carrie’s wonderful comments Paul gives her a few really nasty hard thrusts. He is driving on relentlessly hard. He then leans forward and starts dominating her completely. He again grabs Carrie’s huge bouncing knockers and start kneading the round globes. He squeezes them and he manhandles her round boobs.

Paul’s strong hands on Carrie’s huge breasts are squeezing and kneading as he dominate her from behind. It is the final piece of perfect brutal ownership. Carrie cries out a raw unfiltered sound of surrender as Paul pounds her extremely hard. Paul’s hips are slamming against Carrie’s strong ass with a **** that feels both punishing and exquisitely right.

“You're in control of everything Paul.” Carrie is grunting. Her whole body is arching under his hands. “My ass, my breasts… my pleasure. I'm just here for you to use. And I love it. I love being your toy.”

The combination of sensations starting with the deep relentless thrusts and the rough handling of her huge breasts and finally the sheer vulnerability of the position pushes Carrie closer to the edge. Her climax is building. A tight hot coil in her core. It is fed by Paul’s complete domination of her.

“I'm going to come…” Carrie continues to grunt and moan. Her voice is trembling. “I'm going to come for you while you're fucking my tight ass. Make me Paul. Push me over. I want to feel you win.”

Paul loves the fact that Carrie is coming. He isn’t thrilled about the way she thinks Paul is winning. He is not winning. He tries to say something that makes her change her perspective. He tells her.

“Carrie we are winning together. I don’t think I have ever experienced a night and morning like this before. So come for me Carrie. I promise you that the next climax is not your last one.”

Paul’s words growled against Carrie’s ear as Paul owns her so completely sends a different kind of thrill through Carrie. It is softer and warmer but no less intense. It undoes her. The tight coil in her core snaps.

“We're… winning together.” Carrie echos her sexy voice is breaking into a choked sob as the orgasm tears through her. It’s a deep shuddering violent release. It is different from the sharp peaks before. The massive orgasm rolls from her core all the way out to her fingertips. The powerful orgasm overwhelms Carrie. She can’t believe how strong it is. In wave after wave it hits her so damn hard.

Her entire body is convulsing around Paul’s huge invading cock. Her sweet ass is clenching and milking Paul in frantic involuntary pulses. Carrie is collapse forward. Her forehead pressed to the mattress. She is riding the waves as Paul continue to move inside her drawing out every last shudder.

When Carrie can finally breathe again she is trembling and utterly spent and filled with a strange glowing contentment. Carrie look back at Paul. Her vision is blurred with a soft dazed smile on her thin beautiful lips.

“You’re right.” Carrie whisper. Her voice is hoarse and very tender. “We are. And that’s even better.”

Carrie reaches a shaky hand back to touch Paul’s thigh. It is feeble affectionate pat. “And you promised the next one isn’t my last? You’re going to have to work for it, handsome. I’m a little… thoroughly used. But for you… I’ll always find a little more.”

Paul goes back to fucking Carrie hard but not so brutally hard any more. She needs time to get back into the groove. He can feel that she is slowly getting back to normal. Her sexual hunger is enormous and she will soon be fine and aroused again. He whispers to her while he continues to fuck her ass.

“Now Carrie comes my final and biggest surprise. I bet that it will be fantastic for you. As soon as you are back to normal I will bring you even more pleasure.”

Carrie lets out a soft breathy laugh at Paul’s promise. Her body is still humming with the aftershocks. But Paul is right. Carrie can already feel the hunger stirring again. It is that insatiable part of her waking back up despite the delicious soreness.

“Your final surprise?” Carrie whispers. But now suddenly she is pushing back against Paul. First with a slow testing grind. The friction is still intense but it’s turning sweet again molten. She tries to push back even more and now she is almost back to normal. After a few more hard thrusts Paul can feel that Carrie is ready and she appears to be aroused again. It is soon time for the final surprise. She continues to talk.

“You’ve already fucked me in every way I can think of before breakfast. I’m intrigued.”

Carrie looks back over her shoulder. Her flirty smile is definitely returning though it’s softer now touched with genuine curiosity. “But you know me. I’m always ready for more. So tell me, handsome what could possibly be left? Or do you want me to guess?”

Paul starts fucking Carrie harder. He doesn’t say anything. He loves her response. She eagerly meets his hard thrusts now with her usual perfection. He tells Carrie.

“Carrie now you are ready for the big surprise. Please look forward for a while and let me prepare the surprise. “ Paul continues to fuck her hard. He keeps going. However he leans up and takes away his hands from her huge boobs.

Carrie gives a playful curious look forward as Paul instructs. Her body is still moving with Paul’s. The loss of his hands on her huge breasts is noted and unfortunate. But the deep rhythmic thrusts continue to keep Carrie anchored in deep pleasure.

“Alright, I'm looking forward. Carrie teases her voice is a little breathless. “But I'm not sure I can concentrate with you still moving like that inside me. You're very distracting. Your huge cock certainly knows what I need.”

Carrie braces her hands on the mattress. She is arching her back slightly. She is letting Paul take complete control. Her mind seems to racing with possibilities. What could Paul’s ‘big surprise' be? Another toy? A new position? The anticipation mixes with the ongoing pleasure, creating a delicious, dizzying cocktail.

“Just promise me it's something that involves you. Carrie murmurs. A soft very romantic hint in her tone despite the filthy context. “All your surprises so far have been my favorite kind.”

Now it is finally time. Paul tries to sneak the huge dildo out from under the pillow. It is already lubed and prepared. He puts his left hand on Carrie’s hip and then slowly puts the huge dildo’s cock head in between her swollen pussy lips. Carrie feels the huge cock but Paul doesn’t even let her think about the implications before he starts pushing the huge dildo into Carrie’s wet pussy.

Carrie feels the cool slick pressure against her pussy lips. And a jolt of pure electric excitement shoots through her. A second cock? Now? Carrie’s mind races but before she can even process it Paul is pushing it in. The stretch is immediate and immense. It is a familiar breathtaking fullness that joins the deep ache in her ass. A low, guttural moan tears from her throat.

“Oh, fuck… Paul double stuffed.¨ Carrie grunts as her body is trembling as Paul works the thick intrusion deeper. It feels incredible. The overwhelming sensation of being completely filled claimed in both holes. But then… a strange sense of recognition dawns. The shape, the curve, the exact ridge of the head.

Carrie’s eyes widen. She is staring blankly at the headboard as Paul pushes the huge dildo deeper. It feels… exactly like Paul. Not just any big toy. Like him.

“Wait… “ Carrie is breathing out. Her voice is a mix of awe and disbelief. “Paul… is this… did you…?”

Carrie can't even finish the sentence. The idea is too wild. It is too intimate. Paul had a replica made of his own huge cock? For Carrie? The flirty teasing part of Carrie wants to make a joke but all that comes out is a soft stunned whisper.

“It feels just like you Paul.” Carrie pushes back against both invasions. Her body is accepting the dual identical fullness with a shuddering sigh.” You had a mold made? Carrie lets out a shaky incredulous laugh. “You romantic filthy bastard. You’re fucking me with yourself. That’s… that’s the hottest most possessive thing anyone has ever done for me.”

Tears prick at the corners of Carrie’s eyes. A confusing mix of overwhelming physical sensation and profound giddy affection. Carrie is being split open by Paul and by a perfect copy of him. The symbolism isn’t lost on her.

“Now move them both Paul.” Carrie is begging Paul. Her sexy voice is thick with emotion and lust. “Fuck me with both of you. I want to feel owned twice.”

Paul starts moving the perfect replica in and out of her wet pussy. But it is difficult because he is also fucking her. Carrie immediately understands the situation. She indicates to Paul that she will get up on all fours. He lets her while he continues to fuck her sweet ass. She manages to get up on all fours.

Now Carrie can reach the dildo and she takes over control of the replica. Paul can then lean forward and he grabs her huge boobs again. He whispers to her.

“Yes sweetie the dildo is an exact replica of my huge dick. Molded especially for you. Well Laura will also get one. I know how much you love double penetration and I am a selfish man. Only a replica of me can double stuff you Carrie.”

Carrie shift up onto her hands and knees. The movement making both cocks inside of her shift in a way that steals her breath. Carrie’s hand reaches back. She is finding the base of the dildo and she wraps her fingers around it. The silicone is cool but the shape is so familiar so perfectly Paul. Carrie starts to move the dildo. She is sliding it in and out of her pussy in a counter rhythm to Paul’s thrusts in her ass. The feeling is indescribable. It feels completely and overwhelmingly full.

“Only a replica of you Paul. Carrie pants her voice is shaking with the effort and the emotion. “Because you’re the only one possessive enough to want to share me with yourself. God, it’s perfect.”

Paul’s hands find Carrie’s huge breasts again and starts squeezing and kneading them. Carrie cries out. Her head dropping between her shoulders. The dual sensation the dual ownership is pushing her toward another peak faster than she thought possible.

“You’re fucking me… and I’m fucking me with you.” Carrie grunts her rhythm with the dildo is becoming more frantic. “It’s so twisted and so romantic. I love it. I love you for it. Such a wonderful idea and great preparation Paul.”

Carrie look back at Paul. Her beautiful blue eyes glazed and wet with a wild adoring smile on her face. “Now come for me. Fill my ass while I make myself come with your copy. Let’s finish this together.” Paul’s reply is a bit harsh and comes quickly.

“Oh no Carrie you must come twice. I can feel you are already close now when you are being double penetrated. Come for me Carrie. “

Paul starts pounding Carrie again. He desperately needs her to come twice. Surely the replica together with him should do the trick. He is not showing any mercy when he is pounding her delicious ass over and over again.

The feeling of being stretched and filled in both holes is so intense it borders on surreal. Carrie can feel every thick inch of Paul the real Paul buried deep in her ass. It is hot hard claim that radiates a deep satisfying ache with every hard thrust. And in Carrie’s tight pussy is the perfect silicone copy of him cool and smooth but shaped exactly the same. It moves in and out with her own guiding hand.

The dual fullness is overwhelming. It is a constant breathtaking pressure that makes Carrie feel completely and utterly possessed. Carrie can hear the wet slick sounds of both entries. It is filthy symphony undercut by her ragged panting and the sharp slap of Paul’s hips against her ass.

“You want me to come twice?” Carrie gasps her voice is trembling as she works the dildo in a slow deep rhythm matching Paul’s pace. “You’re an ambitious man. But… god, with this? With you in my ass and this… this version of you in my pussy?”

Carrie can feel it. She can feel the pleasure building. But it’s different this time. It’s not a sharp peak waiting to happen. It’s a slow deep burn like a furnace being stoked from both ends.

Carrie pushes back against Paul. She is taking him even deeper. And simultaneously she slides the dildo in all the way until the base is flush against her. The sensation is staggering. It is a perfect mirrored fullness that leaves no part of her untouched. A low, guttural moan escapes Carrie.

“It feels… like I’m being remade for you Paul.” Carrie is breathing out. Her thoughts are hazy with lust and a strange profound tenderness. “Like you’ve designed the perfect way to wreck me, and it’s just… you. More of you. Everywhere.”

Carrie picks up the pace with the dildo. Her strokes are becoming shorter faster and more frantic. The friction against her swollen sensitive walls combines with the deep, rhythmic pounding in her juicy ass and the slow burn suddenly ignites into a wildfire. Carrie breath hitches. Her movements becoming less controlled much more ****.

“Oh, fuck… it’s happening, Paul.” Carrie screams out loudly. Her body is beginning to tremble violently.” It’s not just one spot… it’s everywhere. You’re everywhere. I’m coming… I’m coming for you now!”

The orgasm doesn't crest it just detonates. A violent convulsive wave of pleasure erupts from Carrie’s core and is radiating out through every limb. It is seizing her muscles and tearing a raw shattered scream from her throat. “PAUL AND PAUL” Carrie screams extremely loud. Her orgasm is violent and massive.

Carrie’s pussy clenches wildly around the silicone copy of Paul. While her ass spasms milking Paul’s real huge cock in frantic pulsing rhythms. Carrie collapses forward onto her elbows. The dildo slipping from her grasp as she is utterly wrecked by the **** of it. She is shaking and sobbing through the longest most intense climax of the morning.

Paul slows down a bit. Carrie is completely exhausted. But surprisingly soon she is getting frustrated by Paul’s lack of real thrusts. Her sexual willpower is enormous. She still wants more. Paul can feel and see how she gets up on all fours again and reaches for the huge dildo. She showed it back inside and she doesn’t need to tell Paul anything else.

Paul starts claiming Carrie like never before. He pounds her ass devilishly hard. Once again Carrie starts moaning. She desperately needs one more orgasm. Paul is close now. He is stone hard and ready.

The slow gentle pace is maddening. The moment the overwhelming waves of Carrie’s climax subside and starts leaving her trembling and spent a different kind of need takes over. It is deep primal hunger that refuses to be ignored. Carrie pushes herself back up onto her hands and knees. Her movements shaky but determined. Carrie’s fingers finds the cool silicone base of the dildo still slick and waiting. Without a word she guides it back to her entrance and pushes it inside in one smooth claiming motion. Carrie is sighing as the familiar perfect fullness returns.

Carrie looks back at Paul over her shoulder. Her expression is raw. Her beautiful blue eyes dark with renewed lust. Carrie doesn’t need to tell Paul what she wants. Her body is begging for it. Carrie pushes back against Paul. It is a clear demanding invitation.

“Don't you dare be gentle now Paul.” Carrie pants her voice is hoarse but fierce. “You promised me another one. And I'm holding you to it. Fuck me like you mean it. I want to feel you come inside me while I'm coming around you. Both of you.”

Carrie starts moving the dildo again. She is setting a frantic greedy pace for herself . Her eyes locked on Paul’s daring him to match it.

Paul leans forward and now he intends to show Carrie his full strength. He pins her down into the mattress and dominates her totally. Squeezes and kneads her huge knockers. He pounds her over and over again devilishly hard. Finally he feels the end is near. What a fabulous morning fuck. Incredible how much he loves fucking Carrie. The chemistry between them is amazing. This is an amazing moment together with Carrie.

The sudden shift with Paul’s weight pinning her down, his hands claiming her big breasts again, it’s the final surrender. Carrie can’t move. She can’t control anything except the frantic rhythm of her own hand with the huge dildo. Carrie is utterly Paul’s. A sexy toy being used to the absolute limit. And Carrie loves it.

Paul pound into Carrie each thrust a brutal perfect punctuation to her own **** movements. The pleasure is a crescendo now. It is a screaming peak that she is racing towards. Carrie can feel Paul swelling inside her. His huge cock hardening even further, and she knows Paul is close. Finally he is close.

“Come with me Paul. Carrie grunts her dark voice is breaking. “Fill my ass. Let me feel you win. Let us win together.”

Carrie’s own climax is a hair trigger now. It is only held back by the sheer **** of will. Carrie wants it to happen with Paul’s . She wants them to break together.

Paul can’t control himself. He fucks Carrie unbelievably hard in her delicious ass. He is overwhelmed by the enormous pleasure. Carrie is a fabulous slut and her ass is sweet and just perfectly constructed for his huge big dick.

Suddenly his huge cock head opens up. His huge dick starts shooting out semen. In wave after wave he pumps out seed. He spray paints Carrie’s ass with his sperm. Over and over again he pumps out sperm. He floods her ass with his sperm. He over floods the ass with his huge load. His release never ends.

The sound of Paul’s hips slamming against Carrie’s muscular ass is a brutal. It is a wet rhythm that fills the room. It is underscored by her own ragged gasps and the slick slide of the dildo Carrie is still working inside herself. Carrie can feel the tension coiling in Paul’s body. In the way Paul’s hard thrusts become sharper and more ****. Then Carrie feels it. The sudden impossible swell deep inside of her ass. A telltale pulse that makes her breath catch. A low guttural groan tears from Paul’s throat and then Paul’s huge dick just erupts.

The heat is instantaneous and shocking. A violent flood of liquid fire painting Carrie’s deepest most intimate channel. Wave after wave pulses into her in a seemingly endless torrent that makes her eyes roll back. Carrie can feel it hot and claiming. It is filling a space she didn’t know could be filled. The sensation triggers her own undoing.

With a shattered cry Carrie’s strong body convulses around both invasions. Another massive orgasm for Carrie. Her whole universe suddenly collapses. Her ass clenching and milking Paul’s spurting cock. Carrie’s pussy spasming wildly around the silicone replica. The two orgasms crash together. A blinding white-hot fusion of pleasure so intense it borders on pain. Carrie collapses completely under Paul’s weight. Her hand is falling away from the huge dildo. Carrie’s body shaking through the long shuddering aftershocks. It continues to shake and twitch for a very long time as she continues to feel the fabulous aftershocks.

For a long moment there is only the sound of their ragged breathing and the feel of Paul’s heat slowly pooling inside of Carrie. She is utterly wrecked. She is completely claimed and more satisfied than she thought possible. Slowly very slowly Carrie turns her head. Her cheek is pressed to the damp sheets and she looks at Paul. Carrie’s vision is blurry but her smile is soft awed, and utterly genuine.

“You… you really know how to make a statement.” Carrie whisper. Her voice is hoarse and tender. “ I can feel you everywhere Paul. It’s never been like that. Not even close.”

Carrie winces slightly as Paul finally and slowly withdraw from her ass a hot sticky trickle following. Carrie doesn’t move. She is letting the overwhelming sensations settle. She reaches a trembling hand back to find Paul’s lacing their fingers together on the small of her back.

“So Paul.” Carrie murmurs and a playful exhausted spark is returning to her eyes. “A mold of your huge cock. That’s a hell of a souvenir. Do I get to keep it? Or do I have to earn visitation rights?”

Paul starts laughing. He continues to laugh as he answers Carrie. “Carrie you have earned the dildo. Take it home and use it. Hopefully when I visit you in Manchester we can use it again.”

Carrie lets out a soft breathless laugh. She is squeezing Paul’s hand weakly. “Manchester huh? You're planning visits me ? That's dangerously close to a promise, handsome. I like it.” Carrie talks and she continues to talk.

Carrie slowly and gingerly pushes herself up. She is rolling onto her side to face Paul. The dildo slips out of her pussy and she reaches for it. She is holding the slick perfect replica with a kind of reverence. “This is mine now? I'll treasure it. Use it. And yes, when you visit... we'll definitely use it again. But maybe next time I get to be on top. I want to see your face when I fuck myself with you.”

Carrie leans in and to kiss Paul. A slow deep kiss that tastes of sweat and satisfaction. “Now I believe you promised me one more orgasm. But I think I need a little recovery time first. And a shower. A very long very lazy shower with you Paul.”

Paul is a little bit confused. Did he actually promise more orgasms.

“Carrie I think you misunderstood me. I am totally spent. But Carrie you got thirteen orgasms last night and four more now. That makes seventeen. Surely that should be enough for now. You know that I have to leave now. I will see you and Laura tonight again. I can’t guarantee a repeat but I will certainly try and I will enjoy every single moment of fucking you and Laura again.”

Carrie lets the huge dildo drop onto the sheets as Paul’s words sink in. Seventeen. A dizzying impossible number. My body feels like a testament to that count. Every muscle is sore every nerve humming utterly and completely spent in the best way possible.

“Seventeen Paul.” Carrie murmurs. A slow incredulous smile spreading across her beautiful face. “You’re keeping a tally? That’s… that’s almost romantic. And filthy. My favorite combination. I guess I am satisfied for now. At least until tonight.”

The mention of Paul leaving brings a pang of real disappointment. It is a sharp and sudden amidst the afterglow. Carrie reaches out tracing a finger along Paul’s jaw.

“You have to leave now? Carrie asks. Her voice is softening and losing its teasing edge. “But you’ll be back tonight. With Laura of course. That’s a promise I’ll hold you to.”

Carrie sits up slowly. The small movements are making her aware of every ache and the sticky warmth between her thighs. Carrie looks at Paul her expression turning playful again but with a hint of genuine longing. She tells Paul.

“Don’t worry about guaranteeing a repeat. Just show up. I’ll be ready. And I’ll make sure Laura is too. We’ll wear something special. Something that makes it very very hard for you to keep your hands off us.”

Carrie stands up. She is a little wobbly and she stretches. She is letting Paul see the full glorious aftermath of their morning. Carrie walks toward the bathroom. She stops and is pausing at the door. She continues to talk.

“That shower I mentioned… it’s still an offer. A quick one. To wash you off before you go. No expectations. Just… water. And me.”

Paul has no other option than to follow Carrie to the bathroom. He needs a shower before he leaves. He doesn’t need anything else. But he is almost afraid that he will get something more from Carrie. The super slut seems to be insatiable. Paul actually hesitates before he eventually decides to follow Carrie to the bathroom.