by Amira Rain
“You haven’t been fucked like this in a long time, have you?” Pearce growled sexily at her. “Hang on, baby; you’re gonna get so much dick from both of us.” He leaned over and wetly kissed her gaping mouth. “Mmm, so much…”
Nash banged her fiercely, slamming himself hard against her and into her with every thrust. He panted and grunted and moaned and cursed on top of her, releasing the full measure of his animal lust. “Yeah,” he practically snarled while leaning down and biting and licking at her ear. “Yeah, take it. Take it all. Uuuhhh, take it…take it…”
And Megan did. She took and welcomed all of him and the full force with which he gave it, and clutched and clawed at the hard cheeks of his ass while he did so, driving him on in the fury of his sexing. Nash started to bite at her chin, panting, “I’m gonna come. Oh, shit, I’m gonna come…” He threw back his head suddenly and let out a roar to the rafters of the ceiling. “Shit, I’m coming…! UUUHHH…!”
And with a final hard thrust, he gushed thickly into her, sending a raging, hot flood of thick white wetness to Megan’s womb. She sensed the orgasmic throbbing of the head of his tool, and a molten tingle of shared orgasm made her howl almost as if she were a werewolf herself.
Staying hard for a minute after the gusher of his climax, Nash slowed down his pumping, sliding his piece in and out of her with a measured and deliberate beat. He kissed her long and deep to accompany these last thrusts until he softened and slipped out. He lingered on top of her for a moment more, sliding his mouth against hers and mixing their breath together, until Pearce nudged his shoulder and said, “Give me some of that.” With a satisfied groan, Nash rolled off and lay between Megan and the fireplace, while Pearce took over.
Megan braced herself for a renewal of what she’d just received from Nash, and Pearce was upon her at once. Positioning himself between her legs, lifting her thighs around his hips and setting himself onto her, Pearce said, “Here comes some more, baby. Ready for some more…?”
With a gulp, Megan whispered, begging for it, “Yes…”
Pearce leaned down and kissed her roughly, commandingly. “Here it comes, baby…” And with an equally commanding thrust that made Megan gasp and whimper with returning pleasure and made her legs clench around him, Pearce slipped the steely length of his prong into her. “Ooohhh…fuck, yeah…” he intoned, his body radiating pleasure from his first thrust.
Megan took his broad shoulders in her hands and massaged them to spur him on to claim her. Pearce kissed her again and began to buck and thrust hard and fast on top of her, driving his spike of flesh deep into her, showing her that she was his to please, and his to take his pleasure from. Megan could do nothing but submit—joyously, rapturously submit.
Lying beside them while Pearce humped Megan with the same force and passion as he had done only a moment ago, Nash stroked Megan’s thigh up and down and said into her ear, “Is my brother good? You like getting the two of us like this?”
The pleasure of being drilled so furiously by Pearce after receiving the same treatment from Nash was so maddeningly wonderful that Megan could not answer in words. She responded only with incoherent moans, squeezing Pearce’s buttocks to beg him for everything that he had. And he gave it. Pearce gave it hard and fast, banging her with thrusts that felt like sledgehammers against her mound and dynamite inside her passage.
Megan whimpered loudly, clutching at his bottom and thrusting up against his down stroke, taking him all the way to the balls. The empathy of their physical joining reverberated through their bodies and made Pearce pump her all the harder. To drive her into an ever greater frenzy, he held himself all the way in her and ground his crotch in circles against her, sending whirling sensations of delight into her love button and making her toss her head from side to side.
When her head rolled in his direction, Nash caught it and sealed his lips onto hers, and slipped his tongue into her mouth. With Nash’s tongue reaching to the back of her throat and Pearce’s rod reaching to her womb, Megan felt as if she would explode and hurl Pearce to the ceiling and Nash into the fire.
Pearce pounded into her relentlessly, driving that mighty spike all the way into her, making her tighten her thighs around him and grasp desperately at his shoulders, begging him not to stop. Pearce’s groans of unbridled lust filled her ears like the howling of the wolf he was inside.
Nash’s tongue slipped from Megan’s mouth and his lips parted from hers, and Megan gasped, “Oh please…please…more…more…”
Pearce, on top of her, grunted like an animal, “Fuck yeah, I’ll give you more. Oh, fuck, you’re good…” And he slammed himself all the way into her and held himself that way, sending tremors of joy through both their bodies. He kissed savagely about her neck and shoulders and collar while making one hammer blow after another into her sex, until he could hold back no more. Burying his head against her shoulder and in the locks of her dark, dark hair, he made one more deep, hard thrust and let himself go. A second raging river of white male wetness went roaring from the pulsing head of Pearce’s tool deep into Megan.
Again the sensation of the head throbbing hotly in her brought Megan up and over the edge. She flew into another tingly spasm of climax under him, coiling her limbs about him as if to crush him, and wailed out her second release of ultimate joy while receiving the stream of his seed.
Megan locked her body to his as if never to let him go, until they relaxed as one and settled into a panting tangle of limbs. His body quivering as much as hers, Pearce kissed her mouth repeatedly, completing the act, and finally slipping his softened piece from her and rolling away onto the quilt.
For a while, the only sounds in the room were the sex-drenched breathing of the two brothers and the woman they had just taken, and the crackles and pops of the diminishing fire.
At length, Megan, lying between them, tugged at their arms, silently asking them to hold her.
Nash pulled her close, put his arms around her, and began to kiss her with a tender sucking at her lips. Pearce snuggled up behind her and nestled his tool, spent for the moment, against her bottom while reaching around to stroke and pet her muff. He kissed and nuzzled her shoulder and grumbled softly, “That was a hell of a good lay.”
Between one kiss and the next, Nash agreed. “Damn good lay.”
They stayed that way for a short while, in a post-coital stupor. Then Pearce suggested, “Anybody want to open another bottle of wine?”
“I could go for that,” said Nash, smiling, rubbing his nose against Megan’s and pecking at her lips. “Okay with you?” he asked her.
“Sounds good,” replied Megan.
With a soft groan, Pearce dragged himself up from the quilts and ambled his way back to the dining room. Megan rolled over, looked up, and watched him go, the thick hose of his maleness swinging between his thighs as he moved.
“Let’s get up on the couch,” said Nash. He stood and helped her up. He took her in his arms and kissed her deeply, a kiss that Megan returned with equal passion. She let out a little yelp of surprise when Nash picked her up and carried her the few steps over to the sofa, where he set her down with her head up on one arm and her body stretched out. He slid his hand between her legs, silently commanding her to open them.
Megan watched the lascivious expression on his face when he found her inner thighs and her opening slick and sticky with the mix of his seed and Pearce’s. She smiled dreamily at the way he looked when he parted the petals of her sex and admired the glistening pinkness of her most private place. “Damn, you’ve got such sexy lips down here,” he said. “I’ve got to have some more of this.” With a new swell of pleasure, Megan leaned her head back against the arm of the sofa and let him lower his head between her thighs. Her entire being rejoiced at Nash licking her folds up and down and bringing his tongue to her tender and pulpy bud.
She pried her eyes open again to find Pearce returning with a bottle of wine and three glasses. He scolded at the sight of them, “Look at that—eating he
r out again already. Couldn’t wait for me, could you?”
“As good as this is?” Nash slurped. “Hell no.” And he returned to licking and sucking at Megan’s sex, making her inhale and exhale deeply with every stroke of his tongue.
Shutting her eyes again, Megan took in the delight of Nash working at her with his lips and tongue, until a sharp popping sound made her body jolt. She pried open her eyes and watched Pearce at the coffee table pouring the dark red wine. He handed her the first glass, which she accepted and took a little swallow while still receiving Nash’s pleasuring.
Pearce nudged Nash to take the second glass. “Here, take this and let me have that now.” Nash accepted the second glass and took himself up and away from Megan’s parted thighs, and moved down to the other end of the sofa. Letting his own glass stay on the coffee table, Pearce went to his knees between the table and the sofa and moved his face between Megan’s legs. There he helped himself to what his brother had just had again.
Megan was in heaven. The wine was good, but Pearce licking and sucking and fingering the lips of her sex, and teasing her nub and slipping his tongue into her channel, was infinitely better. She sipped at the wine while Pearce slurped and sipped at her wetness. She gazed down the sofa into the face of Nash, watching her take pleasure from his brother.
Naughtily, Nash grinned at her and put an index finger through the circle of the index finger and thumb of the other hand, poking it in and out. Megan sipped and giggled, and gasped at the continuous sensations of being licked, sucked, and fingered by Pearce. Nash made circles with his index finger inside the circle of the finger and thumb, and cocked his eyebrows wickedly at her, making Megan giggle more, and gasp more deeply at the rush of delight from Pearce’s tongue penetrating her. These twins were such sexy, nasty boys.
Finishing her wine, Megan lolled her head back and gave herself over completely to the joy of being with them.
With a last lick of her sex, Pearce looked up at Megan and said, “Sit up.” He took the wine glass from her and set it on the coffee table, and helped her get herself up against the back of the sofa. He sat down on the side where her head had been resting, and kissed her steamily. Then he reached for his wine glass—and dipped two fingers into it. He brought those fingers to Megan’s nipple and wet it with the wine. Then, bringing forth a gasp from her, he leaned over and sucked the wine from her nipple.
Pearce continued this treatment, wetting her nipple with wine and sucking it off, and Megan shuddered deliciously at it. The next thing she knew, Nash was taking the last of his own wine and giving her the same on the other nipple. She leaned her head against the back of the sofa and moaned, “Oh my God, you guys… Ooohhh…”
Nash looked up from Megan’s bosom and said, “Sounds like she’s ready to get banged again. You first this time.”
Pearce took his face from her breast and leaned over, putting his glass on the table. Nash did likewise. A warm wave of anticipation rose inside Megan. More intoxicated by the twins than by the wine, she was ready to be completely possessed by them again.
The two brothers sat up on either side of her, and Pearce said, “Why don’t you play with us down there first?”
Megan glanced down to one side and then the other and found twin poles standing at attention. “Mmm, yes,” she said. And she reached down and over to both sides and took both tools in her hands. She slid her fingers up and down those two long staffs of hard wood, slipping the foreskin back and forth over their tender crowns, and let her fingertips grow slippery with the sap that they produced.
They returned the favor by playing at her silky treasure with their own fingers. Nash strummed at her lady knob while Pearce slipped his fingers between her petals and into the wetness of her inner flower. Megan felt delicately at the round, full, and sensitive pouches at the bases of their poles while they took turns kissing her mouth and feeding her their tongues, which tasted of the grape they’d shared.
The pleasure built and built like a song of ever-increasing joy inside Megan, until her back arched and an electric pulse of bliss surged through her body. She squeezed their rods tightly, making them grunt in unison, and cried out into Pearce’s mouth, and he broke his kiss and let her release the outcry and panting of her climax. She relaxed between them for the moment, panting and laughing at how utterly, totally happy they were making her.
“You hit one again,” said Nash.
“I sure did,” Megan puffed.
“Lay yourself down now,” said Pearce. He looked over at Nash and jerked his head to one side. Nash, taking the cue, climbed down from the sofa onto the floor and let Megan lie back into the space that Nash vacated. On her back again, with her legs up, Megan prepared to receive once more the greatest pleasure of all. Pearce mounted her and inserted his wooden length with one smooth stroke, and she gave out a long moan of absolute delight at having him in her again.
Megan roamed with her hands down the flexing muscles of Pearce’s back and reached the heaving, tightening, and releasing mounds of his ass. Her entire being gloried in the sensations of his body atop her and his great penetrating prong working in and out of her. “Oh, you’re good,” she moaned under him. “You’re so wonderful…ooohhh…” And she squeezed him between her thighs for emphasis.
“So are you,” he grunted at her, licking and sucking her lips. “So fucking good. I love being in you so much…”
Nash watched his brother work on top of Megan and stroked anxiously at his own tool. “I can’t wait to get back in you myself,” he said. “Shit, you give us both such a hard-on.” Megan, hungry for them both, took one hand from Pearce’s buttocks and reached over to Nash’s chest, rubbing against it with her knuckles. Nash took the hand from her chest and kissed it, then returned it to stroking his pecs. “You’re so beautiful,” he said. “Such a perfect lay.”
Megan felt so inexpressibly wonderful, she slipped into a zone of infinite bliss under Pearce, yielding her body up to him, welcoming his every thrust and stroke. “Harder,” she gasped at him. “Oh, do it hard. Give it to me…give it to me…”
Pearce clenched his teeth like a wild, sexual beast. “You want it hard? Here it is, baby; here it is…” And he slammed his meat into her with full force, bringing forth a wail of rising pleasure from Megan that reverberated from the ceiling. He took her with hard hammer blows, driving his tool into her like a human piledriver, plundering her and making the leather sofa shake under them. He groaned loudly, furiously, ramming and pounding away inside her, and she took her hand from Nash’s chest and began to clutch his buttocks in an insane heat of ecstasy.
“Don’t stop,” Megan almost shrieked. “Oh God, don’t stop…!” And Pearce did not let up. Thrashing and slamming on top of her, he looked over at Nash’s approving expression of lust. Nash nodded at him and Pearce, feeling ready to lose his mind from sexual abandon, shut his eyes and pounded his hardness into Megan without restraint.
Her sounds almost turned to euphoric sobbing under him. The outcries of unimaginable pleasure that Megan made brought Pearce to the height of his own pleasure, and with a long roar of release, he came. Another deluge of seed poured forth from his erection deep into Megan’s sex. He held it in her for a moment that seemed as if they were both poised on the brink of forever.
Nash took Megan’s hand from Pearce’s buttocks and kissed it again. “Nice one,” he said softly, and the two of them looked over at him in a sex-drunken stupor. He slapped Pearce on the shoulder. “Climb off now; my turn.”
With a grunt, Pearce grudgingly let his softened member slip out of Megan, and he dragged himself from the sofa, giving way to his brother. His body humming from the exertion of his sex, he almost staggered back over to the quilts and pillows by the fireplace and plopped himself down on them. He watched groggily as Nash first kissed Megan and fingered her opening, from which Pearce’s copious white seed flowed.
“That’s so sexy, my brother’s cream running out of you,” he half-whispered to her. “Now have some mo
re of mine.” And Pearce looked on as Nash took his place on top of Megan and eased his hot, hard pole where Pearce had been a moment ago. The dazed Megan came back to full arousal under Nash and enwrapped him in her arms and legs, and Nash began at once to pump her.
Ever more drunk on the sex of the twins, Megan made breathless moans under Nash. “Oh yes…oh yes, oh yes…”
Drilling her hard and deep, Nash took her mouth in wet and ravenous kisses and answered back, “Yeah, baby. Yeah…yeah, that’s good. That’s it, take it…” He screwed her in a way that made Megan feel as if the pleasure would come bursting from her skin all over, as if her body could not contain it. He alternated his rhythm and his stroke, driving himself into her hard and fast, then slowly and deliberately, changing his tempo every other minute, sometimes keeping himself in her wetness all the way to his balls and grinding himself against her, making her wail.
She rubbed her thighs back and forth against his hips as if to make them both catch fire, which they both felt as if they could do any second from this hot and combustible shagging. Nash showered her with kisses and panted at her, “You’re so fucking tight…damn, you’re tight…” Megan could summon no words for what he was doing to her. It was too good, too incredible, too perfect.
