Shelter from the Storm Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Shelter from the Storm Pt. 02

... savouring the feeling.

Then I began to fuck. I began pumping, not holding back, letting all my pent-up desire come out as I gripped him by his toned thighs, pumping my cock into his tight little asshole. Ben groaned and moaned with pleasure, his hands clenching in the bedsheets, his curly brown hair flopping over his face, and the sight of his back and his bare ass below me was intoxicating. His ass cheeks made a slapping sound every time I thrust my cock into him, his thighs and ass smacking against my crotch, and I loved the way it felt.

This was better than anything I'd ever experienced with a woman. And even as I fucked, I knew that while this might not be my very favourite new feeling -- it still wasn't as good as a big cock pumping in my own ass, not as enthrallingly blissful as being in a man's power while he fucked me -- it was still so wonderfully exciting that I wondered how on Earth I had never made myself try this before.

Ben's knees slid out from under him, and Pete swiftly pushed a pillow under Ben's crotch as I found myself pushing him down onto the covers, so that he lay on his front with the pillow propping up his ass for me to keep on fucking him. I loved it, leaning forward over him, still loving the sensation of my cock in that ass.

And then, just as I was re-adjusting my position to keep on fucking ...

Pete was climbing on top of me. He was taking me by the thighs, nestling his crotch down onto my ass. I felt his wet, lube-coated cock ...

... pressing against my asshole.

"Oh my God!" I gasped. I heard Pete chuckle, but he didn't move away.

Dimly it occurred to me that these weren't my owners -- wait,nobody was my owner yet, I hadn't agreed to stay, what was I thinking -- but even if I had, Ben and Pete were just other slaves like me. They couldn't do anything to me I didn't want. I could stop this right now if I wanted.

I could stop this right now.

Pete slid his cock, hard and slick, with that extraordinary burning rush of hot tingling ecstasy, into my ass. And I said nothing to stop him.

I heard myself give a low, moaning wail of pleasure. Ben was gasping and panting below me, waiting for me to start pumping again.

Gripping my thigh, Pete slightly withdrew his cock, and as he did so, I felt myself pull slightly out of Ben, ready for another thrust, just as Pete was ready to thrust into me.

And then Pete thrust his cock back in, and with a startled cry I thrust into Ben, and then it was happening, all three of us pumping, and I was gasping and shuddering with delight because this wasamazing. Pete set the pace, controlling the motion as he pumped into me and I pumped into Ben; and almost immediately we were in a rhythm -- a swaying, pumping, all-consuming rhythm of fucking. His cock thrusting in my ass, the tight grip of Ben's ass around my cock as I thrust into him, the grip of Pete's hands on my thighs, the feeling of their bodies against me -- Pete behind and above me, Ben below -- with all that ...