Izzy the DP toy

She could feel every ridge and vein of him buried inside a place that had never been meant for it. Her mouth hung open, but she wasn't breathing. He pulled back an inch, dragging his cock against raw nerves, and slammed home again. Izzy screamed. "Please," she heard herself say. The word tumbled out before she could turn it into something less pathetic. "Please, please, please!"

"Please what?" Paul yanked her head back at an angle that made her neck strain. "Use your words, slut."

The cocaine in her blood turned the cock in her ass into burning star. Fuck, it felt good. Why did it have to feel good? She squirmed beneath him, and the movement made him shift inside her, and she moaned like an animal. "Harder," she gasped. "Fucking, harder, please, I need, I need you to wreck me..." Paul laughed. "Please," Izzy said again, and she wasn't even sure who she was begging anymore. Paul or Ward or Mina or God or the fucking phone in Mina's hand. "Please fuck me harder, I'll be good, I'll be so good, just, please,"

Paul obliged. If it weren't for Mina's hands, she would've tumbled over, but she was upright, her ass and available. Izzy sobbed in gratitude. The pain was receding, or maybe she was just learning to live inside it. Every thrust sent sparks up her spine, down her thighs, straight to the aching, empty space between her legs that was soaking and **** and completely untouched. Why couldn't getting fucked like a normal person feel this way? She could feel herself dripping down onto Ward's legs.

"You're taking it so well," Mina breathed. Her thumbs pressed into the dimples above Izzy's ass and spread her wider for Paul.

Izzy wanted to deny it. She wanted to tell Mina that she wasn't pathetic, that this was all her fault. Paul chose that moment to angle his hips, and the head of his cock made her vision go white. "Yes," she heard herself scream. "Yes, right there, fuck me right there, don't stop, don't you fucking stoppppp..."

"Jesus Christ," Paul muttered. His balls slapped against her wet cunt. Everyone could hear it. "You like that? You like getting your ass fucked?"

"I love it," Izzy sobbed. The words came from somewhere deep in her chest, somewhere she hadn't known existed before tonight. "I love it, I love it, I love it..."

"Say it again!"

"I love getting assfucked—" Another thrust cut her off. "--I love it, I'm a whore, I'm your whore, just please,"

Paul's hand came down hard on her ass cheek. The slap echoed. She was crying openly now, tears cutting tracks through the dried cum on her cheeks, and she didn't care. She didn't care about anything except the cock in her ass and the promise of more.

"Ward," Mina said.

Ward moved. Izzy had almost forgotten he was there. His hands found their alongside Mina's. She felt the head of his cock press against her lips, and she gasped. She was so wet that he slid in an inch without moving. Her pussy had been empty for so long, aching and neglected, and even that small intrusion made her whole body shudder.

"Oh fuck," she breathed.

"Fuck," Paul groaned. "You're so full. I can feel how he's dicking you."

"That's disgusting," Mina said cheerfully. She'd released Izzy's hips and was circling around to get a better angle with her phone. "That's so disgusting. Izzy, if you could see your face. You look like you're dying."

Izzy couldn't see anything. Her eyes had rolled back in her head, and the only thing anchoring her to reality was the twin points of pressure in her body. Everything rearranged to accommodate them. They found the meanest pattern. Paul would thrust into her ass, and then Ward would thrust into her cunt, and the alternation meant that she was never empty.