Logan takes two

I turned eighteen and decided to test my luck. Sent the invitation. Logan actually showed up. He’s got that body girls whisper about—broad shoulders tapering to a flat stomach, a cock that fills a girl until she forgets her own name. For years I’d pictured him driving it into me, stretching my tight little cunt. That afternoon he gave me the real thing. We barely made it to the bedroom. He stripped me fast, bent me over the edge of the bed, and pushed in slow—inch after thick inch—until my walls clenched and I moaned his name. He fucked like he’d been waiting too. Long, steady strokes, then short and mean, grinding deep each time I begged for more. The door clicked. His friend stepped in, already hard. Logan pulled out just long enough for me to glance back and nod. Two cocks, both ready. I got on my knees first, tasting Logan while the new guy slid two fingers into my dripping pussy. Spit ran down my chin; I didn’t care. They flipped me onto my back, Logan between my thighs again while his friend straddled my face. I sucked him until my throat fluttered. Then Logan pulled my legs higher, pressed the head of his cock against my ass, and eased inside. The stretch burned sweet. He sank in until his hips met my cheeks, then started rocking—short thrusts that made my whole body jolt. The other guy moved lower, lined up with my cunt, and pushed in beside him. Stuffed full, front and back, both holes working at once. They found a rhythm quick: one drove in while the other slid out, never leaving me empty for long. Sweat slicked my skin. Every thrust knocked a whimper out of me. Logan came first, pulling free so hot ropes painted my lips and tongue. I swallowed what I could, the rest dripping down my chin. His friend lasted seconds longer, then pulled out and added his load across my tits and stomach. I lay there shaking, cum cooling on my skin, ass still twitching from the stretch. Best birthday I’ll ever have.