by Harper was exactly what I wanted. He didn’t hold back. He pounded me from behind, burying his cock as deep as he could.
I arched my back and looked over my shoulder at him. He wasn’t bulging with muscles like Logan, but Harper was lean and sexy all the same. His hands gripped my hips tightly while he went to town on my pussy.
I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the couch cushions. Every time his cock slammed into me it sent lightning bolts of ecstasy through my body, tingling along the sole of my foot and in my toes. The intensity was right on the edge of what I could handle.
But I could handle it. It was exactly what I needed.
Harper fucked me like that and then, unexpectedly, pulled out. I gazed back in time to see Logan taking his place. His jet-black hair had fallen across his eyes, eyes which held a mischievous look in them as he filled my pussy and began fucking me doggy style.
“How’s it feel?” I asked, eager to hear him describe it to me.
“You feel good from every angle,” he replied in his baritone voice.
I sighed and said, “You haven’t had me from every angle yet. Just two.”
His hand slid along my spine, caressing me. “Then we need to fix that.”
A few years ago, one of my friends convinced me to sign up for a “fun run.” A three-mile race around Flagstaff. I was not a natural runner, and it was difficult for me to run for even five minutes without stopping to walk. My friend told me that was okay, that I could do what was called the Galloway Method. The strategy involved alternating between running and walking. Five minutes running, one minute walking. That sort of thing. Adding in the walking breaks meant I could pace myself better and go longer.
That’s what being shared by Logan and Harper felt like. Logan fucked me from behind slowly and steadily, running his hands over my body like he was trying to memorize how I felt. Then it came time to run and Harper took over, holding me down and fucking me from behind so hard I thought he might break it off inside me. And just when I was close to giving in, when his frenzied thrusts were almost more than I could handle, Logan tapped in and made love to me again.
Back and forth like that, shared between them, made everything last longer. It stretched it out for all of us. I got into a rhythm from their alternating affection, careful thrusts from Logan’s thick cock and then being pounded by Harper. Soon I was reaching between my legs and rubbing my clit, enhancing everything that was happening to me.
I couldn’t believe I was having another threesome. Passed back and forth by two more men, just like the other night. I wanted to do everything with them.
While Harper was fucking me, I reached over toward Logan. I grabbed him by his glistening cock and pulled him toward me so I could suck him off. But just before I wrapped my lips around him, he pulled away and tilted my chin up to him instead.
“I want to taste you,” I breathed. “I want to feel both of you filling me…”
He smirked at me. “If you so much as stroke me right now I’m going to explode. I need a breather.”
“I want you to come,” I said in between moans as Harper’s cock crashed into me, rocking me on the couch.
“She wants us to come,” Logan said to Harper.
The redhead responded with a chuckle. “I’m having too much fun to end it.”
“You’re going to have to be patient,” Logan told me. “We’re not done with you yet.”
Logan kissed me again, this time with tongue. His hand slid up under my legs and into my pubic hair, and his fingers pressed against my clit with just the right amount of pressure. I moaned loudly as he began rubbing my little bean in a circle, somehow timing it perfectly with Harper’s pistoning cock.
Being completely in their control was freeing. They were in charge, and I was theirs to play with. I had no choice in the matter. It ticked a box inside my brain that I didn’t even know existed.
I was a goner at that point. Between Logan’s French kiss, his fingers rubbing my clit, and Harper’s hard fucking, my entire body tingled with pleasure. My second orgasm was far more intense than the