Page 27 of In to Her

Logan stays right where he is. About a foot away. Looking down at me with some emotion I don’t understand in his eyes.

He’s thinking about something. Me for sure. But something else too.

AJ doesn’t stay still. He wraps his arms around my waist, his fingers reaching between my legs where his cock was just a couple minutes ago. His head dips into my neck and he says, “Ready for more?”

And even though I could care less about more sex at this point, I am ready for more.

More of them. That’s all. Just more of them.

More touching. More soft moans and wild groans.

More connection.

So I say… “Yes.”

Logan closes that small distance between us as soon as the soft, low word leaves my mouth. He reaches down to grip my ass with both hands, and lifts me up, pressing his hard chest into my soft breasts.

We kiss first while AJ repositions his hands under my thighs and spreads my legs. We kiss like lovers. Like friends, too. Maybe. Or maybe I’m imagining that. Doesn’t matter. It’s a very nice kiss. Slow, and tender, and passionate.

AJ chuckles behind me, his lips on my neck. Somehow we’ve maneuvered ourselves into the path of some random spray of water. It drips down my body as Logan fists his cock, pumping it a few times, and then aims it right at my pussy.

He enters me and I moan. The pleasure I get from this is unexpected because I’ve been fucked so hard, and in so many different ways already today.

But again, this is different. It’s not really fucking anymore.

This time it’s more like it used to be for me. Slower, for sure, than when they took me downstairs. Even slower than the way I was fucking AJ a few minutes ago.

Because it’s not me setting the pace this time. It’s not AJ letting me set the pace, either.

It’s Logan’s decision to fuck me slow.

And that is something altogether different than anything else we’ve done today.

AJ props me up, shifting his hands a little so he can play with my ass.

I know what’s coming. Both of them inside me, but not both of them in my pussy like it was downstairs.

Just your classic double penetration.

And yet… it’s not that at all. It’s not the porn I’ve seen my ex watch back when I was still with him. Because that was always more like a gangbang.

It’s the kind when three people just find themselves part of something they don’t understand. It’s the kind that feels like more.

And I’m stupid right now. I understand that. Because this is nothing like that.

I just need to believe it is.

So I do.

It’s that simple.

AJ’s finger is inside me now. Gently massaging the tight muscles that only want to say no. But he knows what he’s doing. And he’s being careful. He knows exactly how to talk all those tight muscles into giving in.

And they do.

They relax and his finger penetrates a little further.

I find myself moaning when that happens. Moaning things like, “Yes,” and, “Do it. Just do it.”

But Logan is still kissing me, so the words might get lost in his mouth. Because AJ doesn’t just do it. He continues to take his time just as Logan begins to thrust just a little harder.

They both have thick, giant cocks. And I think to myself… like, what are the odds of that happening? Million to one? Maybe?

But then again, this day isn’t just any other day. It’s special. And so I talk myself into the luck.

“Look at me,” Logan says, pulling away from our kiss. “Look at me, Yvette. And both of you, stop thinking so hard about this. It’s just fucking, OK? That’s all. Just some really nice fucking.”

Which makes AJ shake his head a little. I can’t see it shake because he’s still kissing and nipping at my neck from behind. But I can feel it.

“Look at me, Yvette,” Logan says again. “Tell me what this is.”

“Fucking,” I whisper.

“Yes.” He smiles, placing a hand alongside my cheek.

Which makes it, once again, feel like something that is a little more than fucking.

But I give up. I have no explanation for this stupid day. I give in.

Logan bends over a little. arching his back and looking down at his cock as he slips it deep, deep inside me, then pulls it almost all the way out.

Nope. Not just fucking. Guys do that a lot. Watching themselves fuck a girl is a turn-on. But it almost always comes with hard, punishing thrusts forward. And this time it doesn’t. He pushes inside me the same agonizingly slow way he pulls out. AJ has moved away from my neck and the tip of his cock is pressing against my now pliant and agreeable asshole.

But I keep my mouth shut. Willing myself not to care. Forcing myself to just feel what they are doing. Lose myself in the moment and let go.

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