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  I keep on my knickers but nothing else, and the shirt comes halfway down my thighs, so that’s no big deal.

  I gather up my dirty clothes and the others from my room, embarrassed at how small the pile is.

  “Is that it?” Jack asks and I nod.

  “Like I said, can’t wear them all at once.”

  “Next week’s wages are being spent on you,” he tells me and I get tickles right through me. Next week’s.

  Surely not. Surely he won’t pay me every week?

  At least I’ll be able to give Eli back that fiver and he can fuck off and leave me alone for good.

  I follow Jack downstairs and he opens the washing machine for me. I throw the clothes inside without bothering to separate them, but he pulls out the whites and leaves them in their own pile. I squeeze my thighs together at the sight of my dirty knickers in his hands, and I’m damp already without jeans on. I can feel it.

  He shows me the controls and I make a mental note of them. It’s really not as hard as the settings make it look.

  “Thanks,” I say and he grins.

  “My clothes suit you.”

  I roll my eyes. “Don’t think I’ll be going outside like this somehow.”

  “No,” he says. “You fucking won’t.” He points back through to the living room. “Movie night. No getting out of it.”

  I mock groan as I head on back through, and Michael startles as I enter, as though he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t.

  I wonder if he’s been thinking about last night, just like I was. I wonder if it makes him feel guilty.

  Or horny.

  I hope it makes him feel horny.

  I slump back down between them and pick up the remote control. All the films look much of a muchness to me. Action, thriller, horror, yada yada.

  And that’s when I see some dirty thriller thing with Keanu Reeves in it. I read the synopsis and put on the trailer, and it looks really dirty.

  “This one,” I say. “I want to watch this one.”

  I’m suddenly glad I dicked about for so long choosing, because it’s getting dark outside and Jack has to put the little lamp on. He gets us a fresh beer before we settle down and heats up the popcorn in the microwave, even though I don’t like popcorn anyway.

  I like it in the low light between them both. I like the way they move closer to me as the film starts up. Michael’s arm rests casually along the back of the cushions and Jack’s hand is on his knee next to my thigh. I pull my knee up onto the sofa and he moves his hand from his to mine.

  It gives me flutters.

  The beer isn’t strong but it’s going to my head. Jack’s t-shirt is only flimsy and the heat of the guys makes me burn.

  I rest my head on Michael’s shoulder as the film starts, raising my knee even further to press against Jack’s thigh.

  And it’s good.

  The film is really fucking good.

  The girls in it are filthy as they convince poor Keanu to have an affair with them. They’re all over him in the shower and the sight of all three bodies together makes me blush in the darkness.

  I try to keep my cool, but I can’t. My clit is tingling between my legs and it makes me squirm. I have to clench my hands into fists and ball them at my sides not to touch myself, because I want to so bad.

  Michael keeps clearing his throat in a way that’s definitely got to be nerves, and his legs are still crossed tight.

  Jack’s fingers tickle my knee. Round and round in little circles which only makes my clit flutter worse.

  And then the film gets all kinds of fucked up.

  The girls turn wild and crazy and I feel wild and crazy with them. They kidnap Keanu in his own house and tear it apart in front of him.

  And then one of them puts on his daughter’s school uniform.

  I hold my breath as she rides him and calls him Daddy. Because I can’t. I just can’t stand it.

  Of all the things Michael and Jack know I’ve done wrong, they don’t know the half of it. They don’t know how I’ve tried to tempt every fake daddy I’ve ever had. They’ve no idea of all the times at Bill’s I left my bedroom door open and played with myself when I knew it was only him in the house. Not because I wanted him, but because I wanted him to want me.

  They don’t know how horny I felt when I knew he was watching, even though I never saw him.

  They’ve no idea how fucked up I am, not really. And it scares me that they might not want to.

  But then I see it. Jack shifts next to me and I’m sure there’s a swell in his jeans. I feel Michael’s breath quicken, and as fucked up as it is, I know they’re as horny as I am.

  Maybe we’re all more fucked up than we’d like to be. Maybe we make each other more fucked up than any of us would like to be.

  I don’t want them to notice as I slip my hand between my legs. I hope maybe I can rub myself so slowly they won’t even see me, but when I start I can’t stop. I hitch my foot right up onto the sofa between Jack’s spread legs and bury my face in Michael’s neck, and my fingers slip inside my knickers.

  I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. And neither of them try to stop me.

  Jack moves first. He takes my ankle in his hand and presses my raised foot to his crotch. I feel him there, big and hard. I rub him with my heel and I hear him grunt under his breath, and Michael turns his face slightly in my direction, his breathing as shallow and desperate as mine.

  I know he can see me now, they both can. They both know my hand is down my knickers. I can hear the wet noises I’m making and so can they.

  I close my eyes when I realise they’re staring at each other over my head. I don’t want to imagine the thoughts passing between them as they register what a dirty girl I really am.

  My voice is a breath when it comes out, so quiet it sounds like I’m begging. Maybe I am.

  “Touch me…”

  And they do.

  Oh my God, they really do.

  Chapter Twenty

  Michael

  Oh fuck, the noises she’s making. Her breath on my neck in little gasps, her fingers frantic inside her knickers. I can hear how wet she is. I can feel how desperate she is.

  And I’m desperate too.

  One look at Jack and I realise we both are. His eyes meet mine and stay there, waiting, and I know he’s pinning this all on me.

  My call.

  My filthy fucking call.

  My dick is throbbing like a sonofabitch, and that filthy scene on screen is everything that should turn me off but doesn’t. Far fucking from it.

  “Touch me…” she whispers, and it’s enough to break me.

  I give Jack the tiniest nod and he drops his eyes. His hand slides from her knee to her thigh and she spreads her legs for him, hitching one right across my lap as his fingers slide over her wet knickers. He moves his fingers over hers until she pulls hers away, and then his hand dips inside the lacy elastic and rubs her there.

  She moans into my neck. Right into my fucking neck.

  I part my thighs and her leg drops perfectly to press her calf against the bulge in my pants. She lifts her face just a fraction, just enough that I feel her breath on my lips.

  Her eyes open into mine and they’re hazy and hooded. Horny. So fucking horny.

  “Touch me, Michael…” she whispers, and I take one last steadying breath before I’m all in with this craziness.

  My fingers land on her shoulder and trail down her arm. I’m slow as I make my way across, my palm flat against her stomach before I inch my way up. Her nipples are pretty little bullets poking through Jack’s old t-shirt. I brush one with my thumb and she moans for me.

  She arches her back as I take her tit in my hand and squeeze. She offers them up for more as I roll her nipple under my thumb, moaning as she lifts her t-shirt. I tug it up and over her head, her hair swishing as I pull the shirt free and toss it to the floor.

  Our beautiful Carrie bares me her beautiful naked tits, and they’re perfect, just li
ke she is. Sweet little pink buds against pale skin. A birthmark just underneath her right nipple. She smiles as I run my hand from one to the other, closes her eyes as I roll her soft little tits around my palm. I grip those hard little nubs between my fingers, and she groans.

  “Kiss me…” she breathes. “Please, Michael. Kiss me.”

  Her lips are soft and sweet and open. I press my mouth to hers and her tongue reaches out for mine. I take her hair and hold her tight, kissing her with the pent-up frustration of every time I’ve wanted to kiss her but couldn’t. I suck her bottom lip, and she twists her fingers in my hair as she murmurs for more, urging me down to her perky little tits.

  And then she reaches for Jack. I hover with my open mouth just a breath from her beautiful nipple, staring up as Jack’s open mouth crashes into hers.

  Their kiss is wet and frantic. Their grunts make my balls tighten.

  I fix my mouth over that pretty pale tit and I suck. I suck with my eyes closed, soaking in everything.

  And then a firm hand lands on my wrist. His fingers are wet. Wet with her.

  He guides mine where his have been and I rub that wet little slit as he smears his fingers all around her other nipple. And then he’s sucking too.

  His face is next to mine, his mouth fixed over that pretty tit as we both suck and nip and slurp on her. Her fingers in my hair hold me tight, him too, shoulders back as she asks for it harder.

  I suck harder.

  I circle my thumb around the nub of her clit until she rocks her hips and wish I could see her there. I’m desperate to see her there.

  Harder, please harder… she moans again and I pin her nipple between my teeth, my cheeks hollow as I give her what she wants.

  Jack tugs her knickers down over her hips and I help him, wriggling them down over her ass until she squirms her way out of them. We hitch her up between us, breaking away from her tits in perfect synchrony to stare at each other. His lips are puffy, mine must be too.

  I move to take a look at that pretty little pussy; swollen pink and glistening, tightening as she rocks her hips.

  Jack and I must get the thought at the same time, because no sooner has the question crossed my mind than he voices it.

  “Carrie, are you a…” he begins, then takes a breath. “Have you done this before?”

  She nods. She’s done it before.

  Maybe I shouldn’t be surprised, but I am.

  I wonder who she’s been with. I wonder who the lucky guy was that took her first.

  It matters not. He’ll never take her again.

  Carrie positions herself evenly between us, slipping her hands down over the bulges in our pants and palming us both.

  “Clit or cunt?” Jack grunts at me, and I’m sure I should be bothered by this, but weirdly I’m not.

  “Clit,” I say and he spreads her glistening lips wide with his fingers. I wet my thumb before I press it to that dark little bud and she shudders.

  I stare down in fascination as he hooks two fingers and pushes them inside. Pushes them deep and she takes them with a sweet little moan.

  “Tight,” he growls. “You’re so fucking tight.”

  I want to feel it too, and he knows it. He smiles as he pulls out and I push mine straight in after him and she moans all over again. She is fucking tight. Perfectly fucking tight.

  Her foot thrashes as I stretch her with a third finger.

  “Give me cock,” she hisses. “I want it…”

  It’s Jack who takes hold of her and twists her in my direction. It’s him who drops her backwards until her head is in his lap, his wet fingers grasping at her tits in a heartbeat.

  “You saw her first,” he growls, and I did. I did fucking see her first.

  Her eyes meet mine. “Fuck me, Michael…”

  I loosen my tie and tug it off. She helps me unbutton my shirt and drop it to the floor, rubbing my dick through my trousers as fumble with my belt.

  I take them down and my boxers with them, far beyond giving a shit about Jack’s eyes all over me.

  “Big.” Carrie smiles like a filthy little pixie as she wraps her fingers around my shaft. “I want it inside me.”

  So do I.

  But not until I’ve tasted that pretty little cunt. I have to shunt down to bury my face between her thighs, licking in her long slow sweeps until I’ve tasted all of her. I dip my tongue inside and she’s gloriously fucking slippery in there. Slippery but fucking tight. She bucks against my face.

  “Suck my clit…” she whimpers. “Make me come…”

  I suck that hard little bud until she squirms. Until she moans for me. Until I feel her feet grappling against my back.

  I suck her clit as Jack tugs his t-shirt over his head. He pulls his zip down and frees his big meaty dick from his jeans, trailing precum across Carrie’s cheek until she opens that filthy little mouth of hers wide for him. He pushes inside her cheek, and the noises, oh the fucking noises.

  She comes against my face, her moans stifled by his dick as her body shudders.

  It’s violent and wet and fucking beautiful.

  She’s still shuddering as I lift her legs up and slam my way inside her. Her pussy takes me all the way, but it’s tight, milking me like a fucking glove with every fucking thrust.

  I’m losing myself.

  Losing every scrap of resistance to this crazy fucking setup.

  I’m staring at the girl I love slavering over my best friend’s dick and I like it. I fucking like it.

  I want to watch him fuck her.

  I want to watch him fill her up right after me.

  I want to be the one in her mouth as her pretty little cunt struggles to take him.

  She gurgles and Jack groans.

  My balls slap against her ass as I pound the fuck out of the gorgeous little brat underneath me.

  And then I come.

  I come hard.

  So hard I see white behind my eyes.

  I come without even thinking about protection. I come with no fucking scrap of sensibility left inside me.

  I’m still twitching inside her when Jack tells me it’s his fucking turn.

  Carrie

  I’m grinning wide as they swap positions. My face already twisting to suck Michael’s salty dick into my mouth. I can taste his cum. He’s still throbbing as he rubs his cock against my tongue.

  My eyes are all on Jack. Broader than Michael’s toned leanness. His dick maybe a fraction shorter, but thicker. Thick enough that I know he’ll hurt, even now I’ve opened up for Michael.

  Michael hurt too. It was the best hurt in the world. I’m glad Jack’s going to make me feel it all over again.

  I feel him spread me and look inside, and I feel so fucking dirty, still squelchy with Michael’s cum in me.

  I can’t believe he came in me, but I like it.

  I want more.

  I want Jack’s in there too.

  “You came inside her,” Jack says as I open wider for Michael’s dick.

  “I’m hardly fucking thinking straight,” Michael says and Jack smiles.

  “Wasn’t a fucking dig. You can have sloppy seconds next time, but what’s good for the fucking goose.” He thumps his big dark cock against my clit and I squirm.

  And then he pushes inside.

  Michael stuffs his dick in my mouth as I try to cry out. I gurgle-snort spit and cum, dribbling down my cheek as Jack bottoms out in me.

  It aches a perfect ache right the way inside. I feel the ache in my belly and I want more.

  I want hard.

  I grind myself against him, scissoring him with my thighs and urging him on.

  “We’ve got a dirty little girl here,” Jack growls. His eyes are dark. Dark and fierce. He looks on screen to where the credits are rolling, movie be fucked. “You liked how she called him Daddy, didn’t you? That’s what made you touch yourself, isn’t it?”

  I feel my cheeks burning even as I splutter on Michael’s dick.

  “I thought you were just
being a smart-mouthed bitch when you called us Daddy, but you like it, don’t you?”

  My heart is racing, hammering in my chest at being discovered.

  Michael’s dick throbs in my mouth and he swears under his breath, and I know for all his trying to be sensible and sane and professional, he’s as fucked up as the rest of us.

  “Fuck,” Jack groans. “Your tight little cunt is going to be the fucking death of the both of us.”

  I don’t recognise the Michael that takes hold of my neck and tips my head back until I retch on his dick, but I love him.

  I don’t recognise the Michael that tells Jack to fuck me harder.

  I don’t think Jack does either.

  “Fuck her,” Michael grunts again. “She wants it. She’s wants all of this. Just fucking give it to her, Jack.”

  And I do want all of this.

  I want all of them.

  Jack’s thrusts are brutal but they hit just the right spot. I’m gagging around Michael’s dick, pulling at my own nipples when Jack’s voice sounds out filthy and low, just as it did in the hallway when he told me I had no idea what he wanted to do to a brat like me.

  “Call him Daddy,” Jack growls, and I choke in surprise. “Call him Daddy fucking Michael and tell him how deep you want him down your pretty little throat.”

  Michael pulls out, but not all the way. The head of him is still in my mouth as he lifts my dirty, wet face up enough that I can look at them both.

  “Do it,” Jack says, and brushes his thumb over my clit as he pounds me. “It’ll sound even fucking dirtier with his dick in your mouth.”

  My senses are on fire, my stomach in knots as my clit goes fucking crazy.

  They’re right inside me, not just in my body but in my mind, too.

  And we’re right on the edge. Right on the edge of toppling over forever, once I say it I’ll never go back, I’ll never be able to go back.

  “Daddy,” I gurgle with Michael’s swollen dick between my lips.

  “That’s it,” Jack says as my body betrays my secrets. My toes curl, my whole body trembling as I lose control. “Again,” Jack growls, and I’m done. All in for everything.