Taylor shifted restlessly in her sleep, slipping into a drowsy haze as she felt her shirt loosening, then being drawn slowly from her body. Slowly, so that she wasn’t certain if it was real or a dream. Just as carefully, the undershirt was discarded before hands moved to the clasp of her pants. She was on her back. How? There shouldn’t be room.
Her eyes opened, blinking in the soft glow of the low heat lamp above them. Mike was drawing her pants from her body, his gaze hard and a reminder. He had promised her. Her heart raced as her panties came next, leaving her naked, her body laid out for him.
His lips kicked up in a grin as he motioned for her to turn back to Ivan. She rolled back to her side, barely containing her moan as the tips of her breasts brushed against his back.
“Taylor.” Ivan whispered her name as her arm came over his waist. He wasn’t asleep, but she knew he would fight it, knew he couldn’t give in first.
Behind her she felt Mike’s fingers part her buttocks, his hands demanding as he moved lower in the bed. She gasped, tightening as she felt his tongue lick down the narrow valley until it came to her puckered anal opening. What was he doing? Indescribable sensations swept through her body as his tongue began to circle the little hole, alternately probing against it and licking around it sensually.
His fingers pulled her buttocks farther apart, his tongue fucking in shallow strokes into the sensitive opening as she gasped, her hips bucking, frantic cries building in her chest. He didn’t touch her pussy. Didn’t lick it, or draw on the thick juices flowing from it. It was Ivan’s. They both knew that. He wouldn’t cross that line.
Long minutes later he moved again, kissing his way up her back until he was fully behind her once again. Then his fingers, cool and slick, pressed against her anus as he pushed at her legs until one lifted over Ivan’s. She heard Ivan’s indrawn breath at the same time she felt the fingers working up her anus. She was breathing roughly; small moans escaping her throat now.
“Ivan.” She whispered his name as Mike filled her with two, broad fingers, reaching in deep, filling her ass with fire.
Did he know what Mike was doing? She could feel him harshly breathing, his body tense, so rigidly controlled she was afraid he did. She bit her lip, her forehead pressing against Ivan’s shoulder as Mike’s fingers pulled back, stretching her, preparing her, working three rather than two fingers up the tight, heated hole.
She could feel her flesh parting for him, the muscles of her anus milking his digits as he fucked her slow and easy, getting her ready and making her burn for him. Then he moved back, pulling at her, placing her on her stomach before raising her hips to allow the head of his cock to nudge at her anal opening.
“Ivan.” She was almost sobbing his name now, so aroused, so filled with heat, she felt she would ignite into flames at any minute.
Mike’s fingers parted her buttocks. His cock pressed against the opening, making it flare over the slick, hard contours of the bulging head. She moaned in desperation, feeling the pain sear her insides as it rode the back of a pleasure so intense she could barely breathe.
“Now,” she heard him whisper a second before the full, erect length surged hard and hot inside her rectum, wringing a hard scream of pleasure and pain from her mouth.
Sleep had barely drifted over him when Ivan felt the movements behind him. Taylor had been rubbing her swollen, cloth-covered breasts over his back, driving him crazy as he fought to tamp down his arousal. As he neared sleep, though, he felt Mike moving. Undressing her and turning her. A soft moan whispered around him as he felt the movements behind him before she lay against him again, fully nude now, her nipples like brands in his back.
Her choice, he reminded himself as he fought to keep from turning to her. It had to be her choice. She had to do this without fear of emotion, fear or reprisals from him. His conscience couldn’t stand it otherwise.
Ivan could almost see the couple behind him in his mind’s eye: movement at his hips as her leg was lifted atop his, a strangled, sleep-thick growl of pleasure from Taylor. Was Mike fingering her pussy? Sinking his fingers inside the hot depths? Ivan knew Mike was going to fuck her.
Ivan tried to force himself to halt the act, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t order the other man not to touch her. He felt Taylor being shifted to lie on her stomach, her hips raised as Mike moved behind her. Ivan’s cock jerked in hunger. He wanted that pussy. He wanted to fuck it first, needed to fuck it first.
The air within the shelter was steamy now, the scent of delicate aroused cunt thickening the atmosphere.
Taylor moaned his name. A strangled, almost pained, gasp as Mike continued to work his fingers inside her. Ivan imagined them sinking up her pussy, stretching her little entrance.
He knew when the other man went for the kill. Felt both bodies still, then Mike moving his hips in a hard, surging thrust. But rather than a cry of pleasure, a scream tore from Taylor’s throat.
Ivan turned, moving to his knees, his eyes wide in the dim light of the shelter as the sight before him shocked his senses. He was a man of varied sexual tastes, had thought nothing could shock him. Nothing could arouse him to greater heights than he had seen already.
There was Mike, fully naked, his hands gripping Taylor’s buttocks, pulling them apart, his head thrown back in sublime pleasure with his cock buried thick and hard up the botanist’s tight little back entrance. He wasn’t fucking her pussy, wasn’t taking the sweet channel Ivan thought of as being his. Rather, he was taking her anally and groaning desperately at the ultra-snug fit as Taylor writhed against the impalement.
“Ivan.” Her voice was high, thready, mixed with pleasure, pain and shock. Her shoulders were flat against the mattress, her head turned, her eyes staring up at him in blinding arousal as Mike kept her hips elevated, his cock tight up her ass.
Mike moved then, drawing Ivan’s attention back to the sexual act taking place. As his cock withdrew to the dark, purpled head, it glistened with a thick coating of the lubrication they had been using to find their own relief. It caused his cock to shimmer, drawing attention to the flesh stretched tightly around it.
“Damn, she’s tight, Ivan.” Mike was panting for breath, sweat gleaming on his face, his eyes glittering with lust. “So fucking tight I can’t stand it.”
Ivan watched, almost in a daze as the other man thrust back up the snug chute, drawing a strangled cry from the woman he impaled. Mike was fucking her ass with slow, deliberate thrusts, letting her feel every stretched tissue, every nerve his cock stroked over.
“Ivan.” She was whimpering his name, staring up at him as lust contorted her features. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
Hunger was eating her alive. He could see it in her eyes, in the hard ripples that attacked her body as Mike claimed her tender back hole. And she was sorry? It was the most erotic sight he had ever seen, watching her being impaled, skewered on the thick erection ploughing up her tight ass. His cock was so damned hard, his own lust rising so sharp, he could barely breathe.
He lay down beside her, his hand going to her sweat-dampened hair, his face level with hers.
“Is it good?” he asked her softly, knowing she was loving it, the pleasure and the pain contorting her features into a mask of desperate, agonizing lust.
“Hurts,” she panted, though her hips were moving back each time Mike withdrew.
“Good hurt?” he asked her gently, knowing there was a difference. “Or a bad hurt, baby? I’ll make him stop. Tell me if you want him to stop.”
Tears glistened in her eyes as she stared up at him. Innocent, damn, he could tell by her eyes she had never been taken anally, never had anything fucking her ass with so much as tentative thrusts, let alone the hungry strokes Mike was using to plough into her.
Her hands were clawing at the mattress under them, mewling sounds of need escaping her lips. He licked his lips, surprised at his own arousal, his own need now. Mike was fucking her harder, his thrusts shuddering through her body as she watched Ivan with guilty emotion. She loved every stroke, but he knew the emotions that had been building inside her for him were flaying her.
“It’s so sexy,” he whispered against her lips, watching her eyes widen in surprise. “Watching him stretch you like that and seeing his cock take you as you cry out Taylor. I’ve never seen anything so arousing in my life.” His lips were brushing hers with each word. He was breathing each puff of air shuddering from her body as she was taking his breath. “Need you.” She was dazed, flying now on the pain and pleasure Mike was filling her with.
Yes, she had, he thought. Her lush little body had been moving against his back while her tight ass must have been moving against Mike’s. He smiled tightly, his cock jerking in his pants.
“You’ll get me,” he promised her then, seeing lusty greed overtake her expression. “I’ll take you, baby. Give you everything you need and more. Mike and I both will.”
Mike was fucking her in abandon, thrusting hard and fast inside her as she fought to breathe, her body tightening the intensity of emotion causing her to tense, to prepare to fight. He could see the fear starting to fill her eyes as her body began to shudder with the approaching storm.
“No.” He held her still as her shoulders flexed to try to rise. “Stay still, Taylor. Relax, baby. Just relax. I’ll hold you. I promise, I’ll hold you here.”
The sound of slapping flesh and sucking sex filled the small shelter as Mike began to give her every ounce of strength left in his body. Powering into her, taking her like she had been born to be ass-fucked, throwing her body into a sensual storm that Ivan could only watch with rapidly rising excitement.
As Mike ploughed in a final time, his body twitching, his voice hoarse, thin, as he announced his explosion, Ivan watched Taylor flame. Shudders tore through her body, jerking her as though electricity had been sent straight into her rectum rather than Mike’s hot seed.
She screamed out Ivan’s name as he held her down, her mouth opening helplessly as she writhed against the explosions tearing through her. Her orgasm was a beautiful thing to witness, tightening his chest with emotion; filling his cock with a hot hunger, driving him insane.
Finally, long minutes later, Mike eased his shaft from the clenching hole as Ivan came to his knees and released his own straining erection. As the other man collapsed beside Taylor, Ivan turned her to her back.
Mike’s cum was still easing from that snug back hole as Ivan tucked the head of his straining erection at the portal of her swollen pussy. She trembled then, tears glittering in her eyes as she stared up at him.
He wanted to take her easy. He wanted soft kisses and a slow build up to a heat that would live in her memory forever. But lust was riding him like a demon, making it impossible to give her what he knew they both wanted. Later, he promised them both silently. Later!
Working his cock into the snug, hot little channel of her pussy was the most pleasure Ivan had ever known. She was too tight, too hot and slick. Easing inside her was killing him when all he wanted to do was thrust in hard and deep. But he was larger than Mike. His cock thicker, longer, and above all things, he didn’t want to hurt her.
Taylor prayed she wasn’t dreaming again. She could feel the tenderness in her rectum, but even more, she could feel Ivan working his thick cock inside her greedy depths, stretching her, making her scream out at the sensations as Mike had been unable to do, even buried in her ass.
Ivan touched a part of her no man ever had. As she knew no man ever would. He stared down at her, his grey eyes almost glowing with lust and approval as his erection worked inside her slowly, parting her, filling her with agonizing pleasure.
“There, baby,” he whispered down at her as he finally worked every straining thick inch up her desperate cunt. “It’s so tight and hot! Nothing has ever wrapped my dick like this.”
She shuddered at the explicit words. Beside her, Mike had moved, lifting her arm, his head lowering, his mouth enclosing the peak of her breast, his teeth and tongue rasping the sensitized nipple.
Taylor jerked at the added sensation, her hips surging against Ivan, driving his cock deeper inside her weeping pussy.
Ivan fought to hold onto his control now. He watched Mike with narrowed eyes as Mike nursed hungrily at Taylor’s full peak. His eyes were closed, his cheeks flexing tightly, hands wrapped around the full mound as he plumped it up tighter.
“Ivan,” she cried out as her muscles flexed around his cock, her eyes darkening, cheeks flushing brighter. “Please.” Her hips jerked again. “Oh God Ivan, Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
He couldn’t hold back. His hands gripped her thighs as he began to pump hard and deep inside her, forcing past the resistant tissue, her screams echoing around him with every hard, driving stroke. Pain and pleasure mixed, just as it had been for Mike. But Ivan heard something more now. Heard her chanting his name, begging as she hadn’t begged the other man, staring into his eyes, her own widening as he felt the hard contractions begin within the snug channel he was stroking so roughly.
Her orgasm was the most beautiful thing he had ever witnessed. Her slender body arching to him, her mouth opening, head thrown back as a thin cry shattered a part of his soul and he felt her juices sear his cock. There was no holding back then. He slammed in hard and deep as his cock jerked then exploded with his own release. Hard, hot streams of seed shot deep inside the blistering depths, dragging a cry from his throat and opening a part of his heart.
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