Primal lust

Mike couldn’t tear his eyes away from Red’s nude body. The arch of her back into her perky butt; the raven-black hair messily splayed over her shoulders; her heaving chest; her patted cherry-red lips; her tightly curled pink toes; her intoxicating gasps and moans… it was mesmerising. He felt his cock rapidly hardening in his pants, and even as part of his mind berated him for it, he wanted – no, he needed that carnal pleasure for himself. He had to fuck her, then and there.

As if sleepwalking, he moved round to the opposite side of the bed to the grey-eyed man. Red’s dark eyes watched him every step, even as she moaned and cried at the pounding she was taking. Mike’s conscience told him to stop, but the urge was too strong. The demon between his legs had taken control, and he had lost the fight against it. He looked at Red’s soft face, streaked with tears and mascara, and wanted nothing more than to release ten years of pent-up desire. The lumberjack dropped his pants, revealing his powerful shaft, a drop of precum beading down its head. Red’s eyes widened with fear and betrayal, only to be replaced by shock as her friend shoved his entire length into her mouth.

The girl’s sweet moans were abruptly cut off as she choked on the thick sausage down her throat, and desperately tried to take hold of it and pull it out. Mike let out a hissing breath of satisfaction, feeling her soft, wet mouth holding his length. It felt just as good, if not better, than he had fantasised for so many teenage nights. He glanced at the other man, to see his lips had curled in approval.

The lumberjack finally withdrew his shaft, and Red took a heaving breath, only to cry out as Wolf slammed into her from behind. Her cries were once again cut off as she felt Mike’s bulbous head pressing between her lips and sliding back into her mouth. She sucked on it. It was all she could do – close her eyes and suck on it like a lollipop as her body was wracked by waves of pleasure and pain, and her mind reeled from the pain of Mike’s betrayal. She kept sucking even as she felt the lumberjack’s rough hands taking hold of her head, and he began face-fucking her. She felt tiny, helpless, as she was skewered by two huge, throbbing, iron-hard cocks, each stretching her beyond her limits, ravaging her young body with merciless strength. Her fingers curled tight against the bedsheets as her pussy sent out unimaginable pleasure despite the **** it was receiving. At the other end, the woodcutter’s strokes began to deepen, and Red made muffled gak-gak-gak noises as he began thrusting in and out of her throat. She was grateful she had been born without a gag reflex, or she would certainly be vomiting at this point; instead, she was able to gather her willpower enough to crack open her eyes and look back up at Mike. She saw no trace of the kind, gentle man she had left that morning. Only basic instinct remained, her friend consumed by primal lust, baring his teeth in a fierce grin. She could barely focus on him for a second, however, before her body spasmed again, Wolf’s cock somehow finding a new spot in her pussy. She felt her thoughts and emotions, even her craving for heroin, all being washed away by the sensations of her body. Red arched her back even more to accommodate the pounding she was receiving from behind, even as she sucked and licked mindlessly at the second cock which plunged forwards and backwards in her mouth. She felt strong hands on her ass, her hips, her breasts, her thighs, her hair, everywhere. Her mind, too, was beaten into submission, reverting into a basic creature that could do nothing more than accept the pleasure that washed over her. Even that mind became overwhelmed, and drool began to drip from her mouth, her body shaking and spasming with every thrust. Blackness clouded her broken thoughts, until there were none left. And still the two men fucked her.