behind her earlobe and his hands were settling on her waist again. Those two hot brands were firm and confident against her flesh. As if he knew she would accept more sex. And she knew she would. She wanted him to watch her be taken by another man. Other men.
God, she was creaming at the thought of it. She had to be insane. Was she?
Just then, she heard a noise and her eyes snapped open, and as she looked over Logan’s shoulder, she spied Cassidy and Spencer standing not more than ten feet away. Now it made sense what he’d just said about wanting to watch the other two take her.
They stared at her with lust in their eyes and shivers of excitement ripped through her. She noticed Cassidy holding the tube of lube and Spencer holding a box of condoms and a blanket from her house. Oh, God, it looked like she was in for a long night.
Suddenly she became so aware of all three men. Everything else seemed to shift into the background. The music, the green plants in the various boxes surrounding them, even the Areola Borealis that flickered overhead through the greenhouse glass panes.
Nothing else existed. Just her sitting here on the cool, packed earth of the table box and Logan. And Cassidy and Spencer.
Logan stopped kissing her and lifted her off the table. Her legs trembled from the after sex, and she could smell herself. Smell her arousal as it floated through the air. Logan held her hand as they watched Cassidy open the blanket and lay it upon a wide open space in the middle of her greenhouse. Her breathing grew faster as the two undressed. She realized that this was actually the first time she could fully see Spencer and Cassidy’s cocks, and boy, they were big. So big that she felt all warm and tingly at the idea they would be fucking her soon. Right here. Right now.
Her mouth became dry as Logan led her onto the middle of the blanket. She recognized it as one that she kept on the couch in the living room. A knitted blanket that she’d once liked to cuddle up with in her other life when she’d sit in front of the warm, flickering living room fireplace at night, waiting for her late husband to come home from working in the fields.
But there was no more husband, and oddly enough, she didn’t feel the least bit sad this time around because she had Logan. And his two friends. Friends who wanted to fuck her. And she wanted them to. Wanted to lose herself in the pleasure and simply forget everything.
Logan gave her hand a squeeze before letting go and stepping away, leaving her there, alone with the two strangers. He drifted off into the darkness, and she could hear him breathing back there somewhere. Could imagine him watching them. Stroking himself. Pleasuring himself. Holding his cock in his hands. Maybe squeezing his large, swollen sac.
Sweet mercy, she was shivering again. Trembling as the two naked men reached out and began touching her arms with feather-light touches. They were getting her used to their touches and she found herself looking down and saw their cocks, already fully erect, continue to grow.
Cassidy’s cock was flushed a deeper shade than Spencer’s. Bigger than Spencer’s, too, with a giant mushroom-shaped cockhead and bulging veins interlacing the entire length of his shaft. And Spencer’s cock was tremendously thick and so long. The longest she’d ever seen. And both men’s scrotums were huge and swollen. She reached out and took each of their sacs into her palms and held them. Squeezed and pinched them gently.
They both moaned in approval, their gazes flashing with desire. They kept touching her, their hands feathering over her hips, her thighs, her buttocks. She was creaming, her pleasure juices literally dripping along the insides of her thighs.
Their eyes became glazed as she played with their scrotums. Their breaths were harsh and loud. They smelled good, too. Of the soap she’d left by the water pump and of fresh air.
They moved closer to her, their hips touching her, their hands roaming along her belly, her breasts.
“We were watching as Logan fucked you,” Spencer said softly, his green eyes twinkling in the dim light. Her tummy flipped with a wonderful feeling, knowing they’d been there. They would know that something special had formed between Logan and herself. They would know she belonged to him. This time, that last thought didn’t seem at all impossible.
“You looked so hot dancing for him,” Cassidy murmured. “We wanted to take you so bad, but we knew Logan wanted you even worse.”
“Now you both have me,” she whispered, feeling overwhelmed by their intimate touches, knowing that Logan was watching, waiting. “Take me. Any way you want me.”
She knew Logan would appreciate her offering herself to them. Pleasing him was the only thing she wanted to do right now. Funny, with Logan she wanted him to pleasure her, but with the two guys, she wanted to please them.
And then Cassidy grabbed her around the wrist, urging her to let go of his scrotum. Reluctantly, she did and she whimpered as both men sheathed themselves in protection, Cassidy also lubing himself before he moved behind her, his hands coming to her waist like two hot brands. His generously lubed, condom-sheathed cock slid into her ass. She moaned and squirmed at the fierce pressure.
“Spread your legs wide,” Spencer instructed. He dropped to his knees in front of her and leaned in, his warm breath caressing her pussy. She opened her legs to him and his head dipped in.
He parted her labia with his tongue and lapped at her juices, the bristly edges of his tongue feeling oh-so- fine. Then he sucked her clit into his hot mouth and massaged her with his tongue, sending tremors raging through her, knocking her senses off-balance, making her cry out and grab his shoulders for support.
“Man, wicked tight,” Cassidy moaned from behind her as he withdrew and plunged his cock into her ass again. God, but he was huge, she thought and she hissed as he came out and sunk into her again. Between her legs, Spencer was lapping at her like crazy, rocking her world.
Then his mouth left her, and he rubbed his hard body against hers as he stood. Cassidy withdrew and she heard him whisper something to Spencer. She wasn’t sure what, because her ears were buzzing and her heart was thumping from the lust lashing her body. She cried out as Spencer’s large cock slid into her wet pussy, sending pinpricks of pain and pleasure roaring through her. He impaled her balls deep and his luscious, firm lips fused over hers, flaring her nerves.
Both men began a mind-shattering rhythm as they sandwiched her in the middle of them. One cock in, the other cock out. Their hips danced against hers with their every driving plunge, searing her closer to an orgasm.
Perspiration blossomed over her flesh and her body tightened, readying for the explosion of pleasure she was sure to come. But then they backed off, their thrusts slowing, leading her away from the edge of bliss. They fucked her that way for a while, bringing her to the edge and then slowing their thrusts until her body tightened and neared climax and then they backed off again.
Finally, Spencer stopped kissing her and buried his mouth against the crevice of her neck and shoulder, his tongue lapping erotically against her sensitized flesh. She thought she heard Logan gasping nearby and opened her eyes to see him standing close; both his hands were quickly massaging his engorged cock. His gaze captured hers and held hers, sending signals for her to let herself go. To let herself enjoy these men who were fucking her. It was strange that she would seek his permission to orgasm, but that’s what she was doing.
The erotic sight of Logan, the fact that he was truly enjoying watching her getting fucked had her creaming harder. Behind her, she could feel Cassidy’s hands grip her waist firmer and Spencer’s fingers curled tighter around her shoulders as they both bucked into her. Their bodies shivered, and she cut herself loose, too.
Closing her eyes, she exploded on a cry. Wave after wave of sheer pleasure cascaded over her, embraced her, loved her. The effects were so deep and so utterly wonderful, she literally felt her mind being sucked into a vortex of colors and her body torn apart by wrenching, awesome convulsions. It was raw, blinding, and beautiful. Perfect.
The three of them took turns fucking her through the night, and it wasn’t until the wee hours of the morning they all flopped into her king-sized bed, exhausted. Logan spooned against her backside while Spencer and Cassidy slept on her other side, snoring softly.
Logan gingerly stroked her hair, murmuring for her to get some sleep, but despite feeling exhausted from all that delicious sex, sleep was the last thing she wanted.
