Ignoring his skepticism, I relaxed and pushed my hips back against August. Taking a little more of him. The two of us gently rocked back and forth, and slowly his thick cock eased its way into my ass.
I should have used the plug, first,I thought.Too late now.
August grabbed my waist with both hands and really started leaning into me. Like the first time, there was a little bit of pressure. But the pleasure was greater, much greater, and I began moaning with every little thrust.
While this was happening, Michael guided his cock up into my pussy. Not filling me, but just teasing the outer lips and clit. That drove me wild, and enhanced the rising pleasure from what August was doing.
“How’s she feel?” Michael suddenly asked.
August rumbled with laughter. “You havenofucking idea. Holy fucking shit.”
“That good?”
His grip tightened on my waist. “Better.”
He was fucking me faster now, burying at least half of himself into my ass with every stroke. And every second that went by, the pleasure from it rose. And rose. Androse. Maybe it was the angle he was coming from, or the shape of his dick, but it was pushing up against my inner pussy wall in just the right way.
And when I was ready, I stopped engaging my thighs and lowered myself onto Michael.
It was tight.Reallytight. There was a slight pinch as Michael filled me completely, but once again it was overruled by the immense amount of ecstasy it caused.
“Wow,” August said, slowing his thrusts for a moment. “That’s…”
“I can feel you in her ass,” Michael groaned, eyes wide with pleasure.
“I can feel you too.” August gave my ass a playful smack. “You’re taking it like a champ.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” I managed to breathe.
Both of them began moving inside of me, one in each hole. They quickly fell into a rhythm, two beautiful men and their hot, hard cocks, pistoning into me like some sweaty machine of love. The small amount of discomfort immediately faded and was replaced by a deeper pleasure. Even more intense than what I felt with Kai. Having a vibrator inside me was one thing, but knowing it was two men? August and Michael filling me at the same time together? It was so,somuch better.
I arched my back and moaned as they had their way with me. August had started off cautiously, but now he was burying himself in my ass deeper and deeper, driven by the mewling noises I made in my throat. I savored the sounds they made too, moans and gasps and grunts of effort and sex.
And then I was coming, an orgasm that had built up to unsustainable levels before finally bursting, drenching me in its pleasure. I opened my mouth wide but a silent scream escaped this time, because I was breathless and wedged between the two of them.
August cried out soon after, a wail of pleasure that bordered on pain too, more acute than the other times I’d heard him come. His climax extended my own, breathing life into it as wave after wave of ecstasy destroyed my body. I went tight like a wire, then fell limply onto Michael’s chest, burying my face in the scent of his neck as August gave me his last few thrusts.
“You need to feel her,” August said in a raspy voice. He pulled out, then grabbed my ass with both hands. He raised me up off his friend until Michael fell out of me, then lowered me back down onto his stiff member. Michael’s tip filled me easily, and then August was pushing hard on my hips, forcing my ass down onto him.
Michael and I moaned together, his mouth and eyes widening in all-consuming pleasure. I started to ride him, but he took over then, driving his legs up into me from underneath. August kept a firm grip on my ass with both hands, raising and lowering me onto his best friend, giving my ass to him now that he was done with it.
“I didn’t know,” Michael breathed between groans. “I didn’t know you could feel sogood.”
I tried to say the same, but a breathless sigh was all that escaped my mouth. My thighs burned from the effort of riding him, even with August pushing me up and down. But the amazing way he felt kept me going, along with the rising rumble deep within Michael’s chest. He cupped my cheek and pawed at my breast, fingers desperate to touch any part of me, and then he was crying out even louder than August had. I finally gave up as he exploded inside me, inside my forbidden hole, and lowered myself as far as I could go on him, and I felt every quiver and tremble before we both went still.
42
August
I’ve always had an anal kink. Why? Beats me. I just found it hot. Whenever I was watching porn, I naturally drifted toward that kind, or to group stuff. It was really sexy watching one woman get filled by multiple guys in every possible way.
A few years back, someone on Twitter claimed that men were obsessed with anal sex because it was demeaning. Or that it was a way for men to have sex with a woman without allowing her to experience any pleasure herself. That was a load of bullshit. There was nothing inherently sexist about wanting to do butt stuff with a hot piece of ass. If a woman like Ginny had a hole, I wanted to stick my dick in it. That’s all there was to it. A primal part of my brain insisted I do that in every possible combination.
I never thought I would actually get to do it, though. Every woman I had ever dated balked at the idea. I mean, I couldn’t blame them. I didn’t want anything going upmyass, either. So I rarely brought it up.
But Ginny…
I was already hard as could be while Michael and I took our turns with her, but when she suggested anal? My cock somehow became even harder. And since she suggested it, she wasn’t just offering to do something we wanted. I could tell she wanted to do it just as much. Maybe even more so.