Right here, right now, though, it felt sooooo right. Her pussy tightened, making Mike groan, and Dylan slipped one finger past her sphincter.
“Ah!” she cried out. Mike was more than enough, but she needed Dylan, too. Dylan poured lube on her ass, then another finger slipped in, both fingers stretching her, soon replaced with the tip of his cock. Meanwhile, Mike kissed her breasts, his hips keeping a slow rhythm, building a slow climax.
Now, oh! pain filled her, Dylan bracing himself behind her, the breach of her anus too much, to the point where she almost said “no!”
It pushed every boundary, unsure of herself, until Dylan leaned over and whispered, “Relax.”
Oh, how she did. That was part of the surprise and delight. Knowing they treasured her, Laura reveled in defying convention, creating a world where Dylan’s hands were a sacrament. Both filled her completely, Mike’s slick sweat against her as friction inside made her slippery and hot, all three breaths like a symphony, the sound a special music just for her.
Dylan’s calloused hand took her nipple, his jaw tight and ready for more. Mike’s eyes were light yet intense, loving her as she felt Dylan’s hands slide over her belly, one hand finally slapping her ass, her groan all he needed to hear.
Her thighs were drenched as she rode Mike, all self-consciousness gone, and now Laura enjoyed the tactile sensation. She bit Mike’s lower lip, hard, whispering, “I want you both so much.”
All flesh and bone and breath.
Mike lifted his hips up, his fingers—whose fingers?—now circling her clit and ringing her ass. She tipped her head back, leaning on Dylan’s chest, her breasts in the moonlight, body on display, and she felt possessed by herself, unleashed and ready to gush.
“Oh, God, I’m so close,” Mike groaned, planting a sweet kiss on Laura’s skin. Words escaped her, a sudden thunderclap inside her and she answered with a scream. Both men worked to keep up with her, and although she knew inside she should slow down, she felt something greater than guilt: need.
Now, the thin membrane between them became the center of her soul, stretching and turning and sliding and tingling until she felt her arms and legs and fingers and toes curl into one little supernova. Shaking, Laura lost all thought, fingers gouging Mike’s chest, slipping on slick sweat, hands scratching and clawing for someone to cling to as the world ended and began all at once inside her core.
Dylan came next, his hands firm and rough and flexing against her ass, his body shuddering as he came, filling her with a hot wetness, his cock throbbing against her pulsing muscles.
She had never been so full, Dylan’s cock expanding and meeting a need she never knew she craved. She was pleased with her own boldness. Spent, he leaned against her, making her want just a bit more, as if one wasn’t enough.
But just then, Mike’s turn came, his eyes unfocused, face tight with concentration, arms bulging as he thrust up, up, into her, making her tighten and realize she had another wave in her to catch. Cool air hit her ass as Dylan pulled away.
“Come here,” she said, panting.
“I’m here,” he murmured, moving next to Mike and Laura, licking a trail up her ribs, the sensation so luscious as he took one ripe nipple. Sliding her hands over Mike’s shoulders, she stretched into the sucking, her hips taking in his thick rod, the simultaneous attention so erotic she felt the new orgasm snap.
She clamped on Mike’s cock at that exact moment, milking him as he thrust up and shouted, “More!” He thrust, then halted, repeating the action, until with one final sigh he finished, leaning back against the couch, eyes closed, chest heaving with exertion.
Laura’s orgasm sprang to life as if she hadn’t just exploded mere minutes ago, the intensity taking her breath away. Dylan nuzzled her ear from behind and kneaded her breasts, murmuring,“Let it all out.”
He didn’t need to say it.
She became someone else—no, she became her, the self-confident woman she remembered and the sexy beast she knew was within. From her core, her entire body clenched and heaved, a plane of orgasm shooting through her. Dylan’s fingers and hands drained every drop from her until she slumped forward, Mike’s hands caressing her back, the tenderness a comfort she didn’t need but welcomed anyhow.
For now, tenderness wasn’t a surprise; it was a right. Her eyes raked over Dylan’s glistening body as he walked to the bed, stretching on the sheets, arms over his head, muscles taut and strong. He shot Mike a conspirator’s look and the two started laughing.
A cold flush took over her body. Oh, my God. This was all some sort of game? Were they really tormenting her? Was she the fat girl again, the butt of some awful joke? Had they recorded this, a cruel joke to show on YouTube in a few days, making her a social media pariah? All her self-confidence, all her sensuality drained out of her and she buried her face in her hands, hot tears filling the back of her throat.