Zofi slipped off the bed while Sam bent over and started making out with me. She wrapped my head in her arms and crammed her tongue down my throat, absorbing every ounce of my attention. So it was a bit of a surprise when she suddenly seized up and stopped kissing me.

I pulled my head back to see her clench her eyes shut and wince. I wondered what was going on, and only then craned my head around to look past Sam's body to find Zofi staring intently at Sam's backside.

“Weird?" Zofi asked without looking at us.

"A little," Sam replied, still with her eyes closed as she concentrated.

“But push in another one."

Zofi nodded, and a moment later I became aware of Sam's vaginal canal getting just a Little tighter around my cock. Only then did I put two and two together and realize that the "it" must've been the bottle of lube I'd left atop the nightstand since last night's anal adventure with Naimh, and that Zofi must now be pushing two lubricated fingers into Sam's anal chute, explaining the tighter constriction.

At the same time, Sam started grinding her clit against my pelvic bone, slowly undulating herself for distraction while Zofi began to pump her fingers in and out of Sam's anus.

“Another finger," she said a minute later, her forehead furrowed.

"You sure? You're pretty tight," Zofi cautioned.

“Neevie said he put three in her ass to stretch her out," Sam groaned.

“If I can't fit three of your skinny fingers, I'm never gonna fit his monster in there."

Zofi nodded, started pressing a third finger inside, and Sam went still as she screeched in obvious pain.

Concerned, I began, “Hey, maybe this isn't such a good-—"

“Shut the fuck up, Matty," Sam cut me off.

“I just don't want a repeat of you trying to deep-throat me that first night," I stated with genuine worry.

“You said you practiced since then, and tonight you were able to do it no problem. Maybe we can get you a few butt plugs or something to help train your ass. And then maybe next week we can--"

“I said shut the fuck up, Matty!" Sam interrupted again, gritting her teeth immediately afterward. She Looked to be in tremendous pain.

“Please tell me this isn't just because Neevie--"

"Matty," she interrupted AGAIN. "I swear to fucking GOD that if you don't--"

“His idea does make sense," Zofi remarked, cutting her off. "Give it a week, stretch you out--"

"I don't care. We're doing this. TONIGHT." Sam's voice brooked no dissent, and although Zofi and I exchanged a look, we knew better than to try arguing with her when she'd made up her mind about something like this.

“Okay, okay, we're doing this," I conceded with a sigh.

“But maybe you're just super tight because you've got my dick inside you right now. It's gotta be squeezing the space a little bit."

“Don't pull out," Sam groaned, grinding her clit against my pelvis again. "I need to feel you inside me. Do you have any idea how much I crave to feel you inside me? I fucking LOVE you, Matty. I'm super fucking IN LOVE with you. And I want to feel you inside me ALL THE

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