24 Inches (Size Matters 2)

Sitting up on the floor, Logan then grabs me by the waist and pulls me into him; I fall on top of his body almost immediately, and sit across his lap. I don’t need any instructions; I just grab his cock and press its tip against my pussy, rubbing it up and down the length of my wetness.

“I always want more,” I tell Logan as I lean in to kiss him, my breasts pressed against his toned chest. As our lips touch, I lower my lips and allow his cock to slide inside of me. I’m ready to start swaying my hips when I feel Anders’ hands on my ass once more. Except this time he isn’t coming for my pussy,

He presses his index finger against my asshole right away, and this time he slides it in almost immediately. I moan as I feel it going inside of me, and then Anders starts fingering my ass as I feel Logan’s cock pulse hard against the inner walls of my pussy.

“Take it, take my ass,” I find myself saying, my voice so hoarse it almost sounds foreign to my own ears. But it sure as hell doesn’t sound foreign to Anders; obliging me, he takes his index finger out of my ass and presses the tip of his cock there, its fat head stretching my hole wide as it struggles to make its way in.

When he finally manages to get his twelve-inches inside of my ass, I’m so dazed that I can barely think. Hell, I can’t even hear or see anything, even though my eyes are wide open. I guess that having both of their cocks inside me like this just demands all of my brainpower.

And they haven’t even started to thrust.

“Ready?” I hear one of them say, but I don’t even know who says it. It doesn’t matter anyway.

“Yes,” I hiss through my gritted teeth, and then both men start rocking their hips as if they were one. Their cocks slide in and out of my pussy and ass like a well-oiled piston, and each of their thrusts push me closer to the boiling point.

“Oh, fuck, fuck,” I start muttering, placing both my hands on Logan’s chest and digging my fingernails into his muscles. I start dragging them across his chest, leaving red marks behind, but I don’t care. I’m out of control, and the wild animal inside of me has escaped its cage.

Hearing my moans, they start going at it even faster, and I feel both my pussy and ass stretching beyond what’s recommendable. But what the hell, even if my body’s ruined, it’s all worth it. Right now, the pleasure that’s coursing through my veins would make everything worth it.

If you gave me a million dollars right now in exchange for this experience, I’d refuse them without even thinking twice about it. No money in the world would be enough to replace the kind of intense emotions I’m feeling right now.

“D-don’t stop,” I find myself saying as an electric pressure starts making my insides clench. I feel both my pussy and ass tightening up around their thick shafts, and I know that I’m seconds away from a mind-bending orgasm. Not that it's something to write home about; with these two, I’m always seconds away from a mind-bending orgasm. Even when I’m asleep and dream of them, I almost always end up coming, and if I don’t, I just wake up and slide one hand down my panties to finish the job.

But right now, I don’t need to do anything; they’re handling the whole situation, and all I have to do is submit to the way they’re fucking me. Which, really, isn’t that hard of a job.

As a writer, I hate to say it, but this beats writing about sex.

“OH GOD,” I explode, my voice once again bouncing off the walls and coming back to me as a lustful symphony. I feel the sting of pleasure’s needle under my skin, and it feels as if even my mind is being prickled by the intensity of it. My insides are clenched tight, and my mind is spinning at a thousand miles per hour, and still they keep thrusting, ramming their cocks into my pussy and ass so fast that my eyes are rolling in their orbits.

And I don’t want them to stop.

“Keep … keep going … all the way…” I tell them between moans, eager to have all of my holes filled with their warm seed. I sway my hips back and forth, trying to match they’re imposing rhythm, and the results come fast.

Still digging my fingernails into Logan’s chest, I moan once more as I feel their cocks pulsing at the same time, as if there was a telepathic link between them. I feel thick ropes of cum coating my insides, and their groans penetrate my mind and ricochet against my skull like a lost bullet.

They’ve finally stopped thrusting, their bodies as tense as a nocked arrow, and it seems that the only thing moving in this room right now are their cocks. They keep on spasming inside of me, gushing an immense fountain of cum into me.

“Fuck,” Anders groans, finally pulling his cock out of my ass. Allowing exhaustion to take over, I roll to the side and allow Logan’s cock to pop out of my pussy as I do it. I sprawl my limbs on the floor and just look at the ceiling as my chest rises and falls, my lungs working overtime to establish the normalcy. Which is going to take a while, admittedly; I mean, you don’t recover from a string of orgasms like this just by snapping your fingers, you know?

Somehow, I manage to sit up on the floor and then get up with my wobbly legs. Lucky for me, that’s all I have to do. Anders and Logan both stand up as well, and Anders picks me up from the floor and carries me in his arms, walking toward one of the couches. He lays me there and then they sit next to me, one on the left side, and the other on the right.

Closing my eyes, I throw my head back and smile, more to myself than to anyone else. Then, with my eyes still closed and feeling the leather of the couch under my naked body, I place my hands on top of theirs and just enjoy the silence, my heart still beating hard against my chest.

None of them say a thing, and that’s exactly what the moment demands of the three of us. We just remain in silence, our naked bodies glistening from the post-sex sweat.

Right now, I feel happier than I’ve ever felt.

And there are no words that can describe that.

22

Anders

The hostess places a cheese board and glass of pinot noir down in front of me. "Here you are sir," she says, "Is there anything else I can get for you?"

I shake my head. "No, thank you," I say, and I look at her name tag, "Sheila. I appreciate it."

She smiles with the appreciation of hearing her own name.