“Oh, there’s more. So much more,” Anders says, climbing down from the couch and kicking off his shoes. Stepping out of his pants and boxer briefs, he then takes off his shirt and looks at me with the kind of look that says I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll leave this room in a fucking wheelchair.
That might not be romantic, but hell … it’s just so arousing.
“Oh, yeah. There’s a lot more to come,” Logan says after taking his mouth off of my pussy and looking up at me with that wicked grin of his, his lips and chin glistening, and beads of my cum dripping down his skin. “C’mere,” he tells me, grabbing my hand and forcing me to stand up. The moment I’m on my feet, he turns toward me and undresses in a hurry, his shirt and pants leaving his body faster than I can let out a sigh. Then he switches places with me and takes over the
couch; lying down, he pulls me after him.
Instinctively knowing what he wants, I climb on top of his naked body and straddle him on reverse, my pussy facing his mouth, and my mouth facing his cock. I love this position; there’s just something so sinful and intimate about it. It makes me feel exposed while, at the same time, it just awakens that relentless depravity inside of me.
Hooking his thumbs on my hips, he pulls me into him and I let myself go, crushing my pussy against his face. The moment his lips touch my pussy, he starts jabbing at my insides right away. Matching his moves, I grab his cock and gobble it up in a fraction of a second, only stopping when my lips brush against the skin around the base of his monstrous cock.
I start a coming and going motion, my head flying up and down as my lips roll over the length of his shaft, and I do it even faster as Logan continues eating me out. Then, to top it all off, I feel the couch pads shifting as Anders kneels right behind my ass. He takes his hands to my ass cheeks and gives them a hard squeeze, and that right before he just spreads them wide.
I don’t even have the time to react. He just leans forward and brushes the tip of his tongue up the length of my ass crack, stopping right on my asshole. He licks it harshly, crushing his mouth against my ass, and then simply takes his index finger there and starts sliding it into me. Without even pausing to let me catch my breath, he starts fingering me right away, and that just makes me lose it.
Raising my head, I let Logan’s cock pop out of my mouth and let out another scream, this time one that sounds more like a roar than anything else. The sound of it is so primal and intense that I even feel my skin prickling.
A second later and I feel a knot on my throat, a heaviness sinking into my stomach as electricity starts crackling under my skull. My eyelids droop and I place my hands on Logan’s ankles to push myself up; sitting on his face, I grab my tits and give them a hard squeeze as I start to cum, my whole body feeling as if I’ve just been dipped into the oil inside of a frying pan.
By the time the orgasm has washed over me, I have locks of hair plastered to my forehead, beads of sweat stinging my eyes and falling down my back. Taking a deep breath, I slide my body off Logan’s and sit down on the couch, leaning back and preparing myself for the main course. Because, as exhausted as I am right now, I’m always ready for the main course, especially when the main course is twenty-four inches long.
“Come here,” Logan says, curling his fingers around my wrist and pulling me into him. Surprised by his quickness, I let my body fall on top of his once more and I straddle him, except this time I’m facing him. “I want your tight pussy, Lana.”
“This pussy?” I tease him, grabbing his cock and brushing its tip against my pussy lips. “Why don’t you come and get --” I start to say, but he shuts me up real quick by placing his hands on my waist and pushing me down while he thrusts up at the same time. His cock parts my inner lips in a hurry, and his twelve-inches fly deep inside of me before I can even let out another scream. The tip of his cock seems to crash against my G-spot, and it feels as if my spine has turned into a tower engulfed by flames.
God, I’m almost delirious right now.
Leaning forward, I rest the palm of my hands and then start riding him fast and hard. My hips sway back and forth over his cock, and I close my eyes as I surrender to the way he matches every single movement of my body, driving his cock deeper into my pussy. He’s grabbing my ass at the same time, squeezing my cheeks, and then he cranes his neck and simply crushes his mouth against mine; parting my lips with his tongue, he ignites something inside me and our kiss turns into something feverish and almost violent.
I’m so lost in Logan’s kiss that I don’t even notice Anders kneeling behind me and between Logan’s legs. He just moves there, almost stealthily, and the next thing I know, he has his hands on my hips and the tip of his cock pressed tight against my asshole. Oh, God, here we go again: another wild ride at the twenty-four inches amusement park.
“I can’t get enough of your ass,” Anders says as he starts sliding his whole cock inside of me. I stop moving as he does it, holding my breath and gritting my teeth, and I only resume the swaying motion of my body when his whole twelve-inches are inside of me.
To be honest, though, even though I’m swaying my hips… I’m barely moving. It’s not that I don’t want to; it’s just that with their cocks filling my ass and pussy at the same time, I don’t have lots of room to maneuver in. Not that it matters, anyway; they have both taken charge of the situation, and their cocks are working furiously to compensate my stillness.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I repeat over and over again, just like a broken record. It seems I can’t get my brain to function properly, but it’s not like that’s priority number one right now. The priority, as it always is whenever I’m inside a room alone with Anders and Logan, is to enjoy the moment… and fuck as much as I can for as long as I can. Hey, don’t judge; it might not sound good, but trust me when I tell you that it feels amazing.
“That’s exactly what we’re doing, babe,” Logan laughs, placing one hand behind my neck and pulling me toward him. I bend over, offering Anders a better angle to fuck my ass, and my lips meet Logan’s. We kiss once more, and this time we don’t break apart, we just keep on kissing as the two of them fuck me, and I even forget to stop breathing.
I only come up for air when my lungs feel like two balloons about to pop and, then again, I only do it because I’d just collapse otherwise. Ah, the limitations of the human body.
“I want you to … cover me … in your cum …” I tell them as they ram their cocks into my holes, their movements growing more frantic as I speak. “I want it, I want it bad,” I continue, not even knowing what I’m saying. Forget about sanity and rationality; madness and lust are behind the steering wheel this very moment. But so what? If there ever was a moment for that, that moment is now.
“That can be arranged,” Logan whispers, and that’s when Anders thrusts so hard that fireworks simply go off inside my skull. Bright colors light up the back of my eyelids and, for a few seconds, I become momentarily blind. My pussy chokes Logan’s cock like a vice, and I feel that heavy pressure weighing down on me as if I had the whole world on my shoulders. Then that weight simply vanishes and, in its place, a wild and raging shot of ecstasy makes its way into my veins.
I press my forehead against Logan’s chest, but this time I don’t even moan or scream. I simply quiver as my whole body twitches and trembles, almost like as if I were having a seizure. My eyes are rolling, my breathing is ragged, and I feel on the verge of losing consciousness, and I really mean it.
Somehow, though, I manage to hold onto consciousness.
“Now, let’s make that wish of yours come true,” I hear one of them say, but I’m still so dazed that I can’t even make up to whom that voice belongs.
Anders starts thrusting again, that viciousness back to the movement of his hips, and all it takes are just a few strokes for his cock to start pulsing harshly against my inner walls. Without a moment’s hesitation, he slides it off my ass and then I feel thick ropes of cum landing on my shoulders and dripping down my back. I look back at Anders over my shoulder, watching as he remains knelt behind me, stroking his cock and gushing his load over my back and ass, the strands flying from the tip of his cock in a wide arch.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Logan suddenly says and, moving fast, he pushes me back. I sit on the couch between both men as Logan kneels opposite to Anders, and then their cum rains down on me. I turn my head up and grin, my eyes closed as I slide down from the couch to the floor; then they stand up, grabbing their cocks and stroking them to the last drop.
I remain kneeling on the floor until they empty their loads over me. My face is completely covered in their gooey seed, and I feel heavy beads of semen sliding down the rising curve of my breasts. Both my chest and back are a mess, and I simply can’t help but start moving my hands back and forth over my skin. I smear their cum all over my skin, my finger
s sliding up from my stomach and onto my tits, my nipples slippery from the heavy layer of semen that coats them.