Susannah's
breasts into the right position.
Logan
shifted slightly, following that tempting ass as it moved forward on the bed.
Eventually
Tyler was done and Susannah lay with her slick breasts against his cock, her
blindfolded face turned to the side as it rested on his body. Logan knew this.
He'd seen it before and also the pleasure the lingering closeness gave his
friend.
Now,
however, it was time for him to give Susannah the ride of her life.
His
cock was hard and ready.
Her
ass was shining and beckoning.
A
match made…well, someplace where things like this were routine. Maybe even
heaven.
He
quickly sheathed himself and reached for the small tube of lubricant he kept
tucked with the condoms near the bed. She probably didn't need it, but hurting
her wasn't on the agenda.
"Sweetheart,
I want you to relax, okay?"
"Okay."
She mumbled the words against Tyler's skin.
Logan
touched her then, the tip of his cock against the little rosy ring of muscles.
She hissed in a breath and shifted a little, but didn't move away.
Logan
made encouraging sounds and noticed Tyler's hands stroking her back. It would
be soothing her, readying her.
Logan
pushed in a little more, biting back an exclamation of pleasure as he felt her
relax enough to let him pass that first tight barrier.
By
God, she was snug, holding him tighter than a fist, sending bolts of electric
ecstasy up his cock and into his balls.
The
lubricant, coupled with her own juices, eased his way and slowly, gently, he
penetrated her darkest places.
Then,
knowing she was now filled with him, he reached beneath her and found her clit.
Just
a touch, a mere fondling caress, and she was moaning, her ass tightening as
pleasure rocked through her and she lifted herself up over Tyler.
"Jesus
fucking Christ …" She choked out
the words as Tyler held her, bracing her for Logan's thrusts.
He
began slowly, giving her ample time to become accustomed to him and his rhythm,
while simultaneously adding to his own pleasure.
But
she was too tempting, too tight--too everything for him to hold back and attempt
to prolong this moment.
His
cock throbbed furiously, his balls ached and the sight of his erection
vanishing between her buttocks was too much.
A
few more strokes and he was done, yelling like a banshee as he felt her
response. She was coming too, trembling, shuddering, the clutches on his cock
different to the ones he was used to but no less strong, no less thrilling.
He
pressed his palm into her pussy, willing her orgasm to last, eager to wring the
last spasm, the last second of ecstasy out of this moment.
And
as he softened, he felt her muscles ease and the tension fade from her body.
She panted as Tyler undid the cord around her wrists and removed her blindfold.
With
a lingering sigh of regret, Logan pulled himself away from her beautiful ass.
She
collapsed on a groaning sigh, redolent with contentment, sprawling over Tyler
in a picture of total sated bliss.
Logan
felt pretty much the same.
*~*~*~*
It
was early, too early for the sun to have risen, but early enough that Susannah's
internal clock woke her. Somewhere between six and six-thirty, she guessed.
During
the night, all three of them had worked back up onto pillows and under linens;
a traditional arrangement of bodies in a bed.
And
completely different to the amazingly untraditional experiences of last night along
with the irregular positions she'd assumed in the heat of the moment. And shit,
it had been hot . Not to mention
sexually satisfying.
She
lay quiet for a bit, listening to the sounds of the two men sleeping either
side of her. Soft breaths, the occasional snuffling snore, a movement of a head
on the pillow; these were the morning sounds she savored, recording them into
her mental files for later reference.
There
were so many items she needed to sort out in her mind, not the least of which
was her need to come to terms with what she'd done. And what they'd done to
her.
Last
night,
breasts into the right position.
Logan
shifted slightly, following that tempting ass as it moved forward on the bed.
Eventually
Tyler was done and Susannah lay with her slick breasts against his cock, her
blindfolded face turned to the side as it rested on his body. Logan knew this.
He'd seen it before and also the pleasure the lingering closeness gave his
friend.
Now,
however, it was time for him to give Susannah the ride of her life.
His
cock was hard and ready.
Her
ass was shining and beckoning.
A
match made…well, someplace where things like this were routine. Maybe even
heaven.
He
quickly sheathed himself and reached for the small tube of lubricant he kept
tucked with the condoms near the bed. She probably didn't need it, but hurting
her wasn't on the agenda.
"Sweetheart,
I want you to relax, okay?"
"Okay."
She mumbled the words against Tyler's skin.
Logan
touched her then, the tip of his cock against the little rosy ring of muscles.
She hissed in a breath and shifted a little, but didn't move away.
Logan
made encouraging sounds and noticed Tyler's hands stroking her back. It would
be soothing her, readying her.
Logan
pushed in a little more, biting back an exclamation of pleasure as he felt her
relax enough to let him pass that first tight barrier.
By
God, she was snug, holding him tighter than a fist, sending bolts of electric
ecstasy up his cock and into his balls.
The
lubricant, coupled with her own juices, eased his way and slowly, gently, he
penetrated her darkest places.
Then,
knowing she was now filled with him, he reached beneath her and found her clit.
Just
a touch, a mere fondling caress, and she was moaning, her ass tightening as
pleasure rocked through her and she lifted herself up over Tyler.
"Jesus
fucking Christ …" She choked out
the words as Tyler held her, bracing her for Logan's thrusts.
He
began slowly, giving her ample time to become accustomed to him and his rhythm,
while simultaneously adding to his own pleasure.
But
she was too tempting, too tight--too everything for him to hold back and attempt
to prolong this moment.
His
cock throbbed furiously, his balls ached and the sight of his erection
vanishing between her buttocks was too much.
A
few more strokes and he was done, yelling like a banshee as he felt her
response. She was coming too, trembling, shuddering, the clutches on his cock
different to the ones he was used to but no less strong, no less thrilling.
He
pressed his palm into her pussy, willing her orgasm to last, eager to wring the
last spasm, the last second of ecstasy out of this moment.
And
as he softened, he felt her muscles ease and the tension fade from her body.
She panted as Tyler undid the cord around her wrists and removed her blindfold.
With
a lingering sigh of regret, Logan pulled himself away from her beautiful ass.
She
collapsed on a groaning sigh, redolent with contentment, sprawling over Tyler
in a picture of total sated bliss.
Logan
felt pretty much the same.
*~*~*~*
It
was early, too early for the sun to have risen, but early enough that Susannah's
internal clock woke her. Somewhere between six and six-thirty, she guessed.
During
the night, all three of them had worked back up onto pillows and under linens;
a traditional arrangement of bodies in a bed.
And
completely different to the amazingly untraditional experiences of last night along
with the irregular positions she'd assumed in the heat of the moment. And shit,
it had been hot . Not to mention
sexually satisfying.
She
lay quiet for a bit, listening to the sounds of the two men sleeping either
side of her. Soft breaths, the occasional snuffling snore, a movement of a head
on the pillow; these were the morning sounds she savored, recording them into
her mental files for later reference.
There
were so many items she needed to sort out in her mind, not the least of which
was her need to come to terms with what she'd done. And what they'd done to
her.
Last
night,
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