“She’ll be so hot, she’ll be burning with the three of us taking her,” came Logan’s confident reply. His deep voice melted over her like fireworks, and she could feel her every sense tuning into him, into them, her every nerve firing.
Spencer continued to hold her upper arm as Logan pulled her backward by the hands.
“Okay, now squat down, baby. Sit on my lap. I’m so fucking hard for you.”
She swallowed, warmed at his comment. Oh, yeah, he was right. She would be burning soon.
She did as he asked and as she slowly sat, his hot, solid-as-a-pole cock nudged against the tight hole of her ass. Okay. She knew what they were up to now, and her excitement flared to a whole new level. Holding his fingers tightly for balance and reassurance, she squatted lower, allowing his erection to press past her tight sphincter muscles. She gasped at the bite of pleasure-pain as he sunk deep into her, the pressure unbelievable. Sitting upon his lap, she was now fully impaled and gasping at the incredible pleasure-pain and pressure buried inside her ass.
Logan moaned and let go of her hands. “Come, grab the armchair and lay back on me.” She found the armchair rests and did as he asked, leaning back, and inhaled harshly as his cock sunk deeper and his warm broad chest nestled warmly against her back.
“Widen her legs and angle them up on each side of my knees. Then I can hold her open for one of you.”
Oh, sweet mercy. That suggestion had her creaming really hard. Hands did as he asked and they spread her, placing her legs over his. She was amazed she was this flexible, but figured it was due to that hard work in the greenhouse and all the natural eating she’d been doing since the Catastrophe. Oh, Teyla, stop thinking about that, just concentrate on what they are doing!
Logan tilted them both back as he leaned against the armchair, and she could only imagine how she must look to the two men with her legs wide open, her ass impaled on Logan, her pussy wet and open, waiting to be penetrated by one of them.
“Tie her hands to the chair,” Logan ordered.
She tensed remembering their conversation about bondage.
“Don’t worry, your legs will be free, not that you’ll want to kick anyone away.” She heard the humor in his otherwise lust-thickened voice.
She bit her bottom lip with a sudden bout of worry as her wrists were lashed to the chair.
“That’s it, baby. Let them tie you down.”
She couldn’t believe how hard she creamed at his soothing tone of approval. When she tried to move her wrists, she realized that if she pulled really hard, she’d be free. She decided not to. If Logan got turned on by watching her arms restrained, then that was all that mattered. She was here to please. All of them.
Calloused hands nestled upon her thighs and without warning two sets of mouths nestled over her breasts, warm, moist lips taking her nipples hostage, making her moan at the delightful sensations zipping through her body. Wow! She hadn’t expected this!
A hand cupped her pussy, hot and heavy, and once again she tensed, her senses raw and alert, wondering what was going to happen next. The pressure of a palm increased, and whoever touched her there began a slow, erotic grinding motion against her clit. The touches had her breathing faster and creaming harder. She leaned her head back and turned her face to find Logan’s mouth. He kissed her, his lips dominant and confident.
Once again, the men touched her skin, fingers exploring her every crevice as they massaged and caressed. Shock waves of wonder snapped through her like live wires. She’d never been touched by so many hands before. So many men. Incredible sensations lashed at her and she was suddenly just a body enjoying pleasure. A blank mind. Nothing else existed but their touches, their mouths, their teeth biting her nipples, tongues lashing and licking her breasts. A firm, hot palm grinding against her pussy.
She felt someone’s hands in her hair. Logan’s kiss intensified. The palm left her pussy. The mouths abandoned her breasts.
She heard the rip of foil. Condom. Thankfully, they were thinking. Anticipation raced through her as a sheathed cock nudged against her vagina. The hands in her hair tightened some more. Logan’s kiss intensified. His tongue slid into her mouth, dueling with hers. It seemed as if Logan wanted to make sure that she knew he was here for her. That despite someone else about to fuck her, he was the main guy. Or maybe it was just wishful thinking on her part, but that’s what she was feeling.
The cock coming into her vagina was big. Understandably a tight fit, due to her ass being impaled on Logan. She whimpered as the pressure built. Felt hard, powerful hands nestling beside her bound wrists on the armchair. She pictured the man bracing himself with his arms so he wouldn’t put his entire weight on her and Logan. As the cock in her pussy withdrew, fire raced through her.
She whimpered into Logan’s mouth, curled her hands into fists, and instinctively arched her hips, accepting more of this man’s solid girth. She wondered which one he was. Cassidy? Or Spencer.
From somewhere nearby, she heard the other one toss more wood on the fire. It was getting really warm in here now with Logan kissing her and the other one fucking her pussy. He started with slow thrusts, and then quickly moved faster with more confident plunges.
Logan stopped his kiss and cried out in protest. But his hands were holding her tight, angling her head a little, and to her shock, she felt hard, smooth flesh press against her lips.
A cock? How in the world?
“Open your mouth for Spencer, sweetness. He’s up on the table beside the sofa, all nice and ready for you,” Logan groaned.
She did as he asked, and her lips stretched wildly to accommodate his hugeness.
“Nod when I hit the back of your throat, baby,” Spencer said in a low, guttural voice. When his thick, smooth cockhead touched the back of her throat, she nodded. She realized he would be wrapping his hand around his cock at one point, ensuring he didn’t go too far in. That thought totally relaxed her. She knew they were thinking about not hurting her, and finally, she allowed trust to melt through her.
She would enjoy this and not doubt them. She would accept what they did to her. This was good.
And, as if her body sensed her mind accepting, she exploded into a fantastic orgasm. Her mind shattered, and she moaned around Spencer’s plunging cock as he pistoned into her mouth and Cassidy fucked her pussy. Beneath her, Logan moaned as she bucked and gyrated, eagerly accepting Spencer’s and Cassidy’s thrusts.
“That’s it, baby. Go with it,” he said between gritted teeth.
He said other words in a soothing tone, but she was oblivious. She was arching her hips, tightening her legs as she opened herself up more for Spencer.
“Fuck, yeah,” she heard Spencer growl. His thrusts became faster, more powerful.
Beneath her, Logan’s cock pulsed and tightened and she realized Spencer’s pounding onto her pussy was causing some sort of friction for Logan, too.
Cassidy drove his condom-covered cock into her mouth, pistoning into her in the same fast and confident rhythm as Spencer. Having three cocks inside her encouraged her to go wild. She thrashed beneath them and simply gave in to her instincts. Became lost in her senses as a female, a woman being made love to by three strangers.
Spencer kept up his hard bucks, powering into her. His strong hips pounded against her hips as he stroked his long, thick cock in and out of her. She heard the slurp of her juices as he pistoned. Heard all three men moaning and groaning as they fucked her.
She grew heady and hot. Her lips felt swollen from Cassidy’s swift plunges. Her tongue grew tired as she continued licking underneath Cassidy’s cock and suctioned her mouth tighter and tighter every time he plunged into her. Then he gave out a strangled groan, and she felt his cock swell and tighten against her tongue. Felt the condom begin to bulge as it filled with his heated release and then he withdrew.
Suddenly the blindfold was ripped away and she opened her eyes to see Cassidy’s naked form move away from the table beside the armchair. She turned her head and watched Spencer as he continued to thrust into her. His eyes were closed and pure, raw pleasure wrenched his face. Her tummy hollowed out at the sight that a man could look so erotic while he fucked her.
“Hey, babe, kiss me. I miss you,” Logan moaned and she angled her head so their lips melted together again.
Spencer’s thrusts increased, and she could feel his lower half tightening against her widespread legs. Logan’s lips pressed harder into her, and his body also tightened as Spencer’s pistoning became more powerful. Within
