Chapter 22

Faith

 

        “I’m not sure how long I’m going to last doing that!” laughed Logan.

        I pinned him against the brick wall and kissed him again.  Our hands roamed each other’s bodies and I could feel the bulge inside his pants getting bigger.  Logan spun me around and pushed me against the wall.  Feeling his strength against mine, I knew I would be helpless to fight against him if he meant to cause me any harm.  It was that physical dominance that inflamed my nether regions.

        “Yeah,” I whispered.  “Take me right here in this alley, Logan!  Fuck me till I squeal!”

        Looking around, he slid down my panties and pulled up my dress.  Unzipping his pants, he pulled out his now erect cock.

        “Let me lube it up for you,” I offered.

        I turned around and squatted to face his manly unit.  I licked up and down the shaft and slobbered on top of the head.

        “There,” I said.  “He’s ready.”

        I bent down on all fours.  The smell of grass and dirt was in the air.  That made it all real because the smells were of the outside.  We might get caught and that it made it even sexier!  All these elements combined was a huge turn on and I wanted to explore them more later, but for now I had to do for Logan what I did for his brother.  I had to calm him down.

        I grunted, trying not to have an outburst as Logan knelt and pushed his saliva covered cock into my tight asshole.  I gasped and ground my hands into the grass below me.  Logan grunted quietly as he penetrated my ass.  He was also trying not to make too much noise.

        Immediately, I could tell that he had only pushed in a few inches when he started to pull out.  He slowly started to work back and forth and I could feel my ass stretching to its limits once again.  While steadying myself on the ground with one hand, I used the other to rub my clit.  The sensation caused an instant gusher, which rained down on the grass below me.

        “God,” I gasped, as Logan attempted to go deeper.

        I was muttering obscenities in a low voice, trying not to scream out in ecstasy.  Logan was just grunting and moaning as he pushed and pulled his dick and railed my poor asshole.  I was overcome and couldn’t keep touching my clit, I had to stop to steady myself as Logan’s thrusts started to push me harder and harder.

        Finally, he went balls deep and the feeling of his torso against my ass, combined with the deep penetration of his penis so far up my anus almost brought me to tears.  I stifled another scream, but if I had screamed it, the scream would’ve been one of pure joy.

        Logan was now pounding my ass.  Again and again he plunged his cock deep into my insides and I bent forward as far as I could to grant him total access, my breasts almost touching the ground.  But the fucking became too much, and I couldn’t keep my balance.

Sensing that I was about to fall over, Logan grabbed my waist and pulled me to my feet.  He pushed me up against the side of the building and pushed deep into my ass again.  I held onto the bricks with both hands.

        “Oh-God-oh-God-oh-God!” I breathed steadily as he banged me, pressing me into the wall.

        In the reflection of a nearby window, I could see Logan straining behind me.  Every vein on his neck seemed to bulge.  He was breathing through his nose hard while gritting his teeth.  The intensity of the buildup told me this was more than just sex, this was the release of the stress he had put upon himself all these years.

        All these years, he held back criticizing Mason or his father.  He had played the jokester, the party-animal and lived his life carefree.  But now that the adult world of responsibility was finally catching up to him, he hadn’t developed the skills to cope.  Deep down, he knew this was his fault and that he had to pull himself out of this pattern of bad behavior, followed by his dad bailing him out.  This poker game had to be the last quick solution scheme.  He had to grow up.  There was too much at stake now.  We were a family now.

        “L-l-logan,” I said breathlessly, trying to steady myself.  “L-l-logan---  My God---  Oh, shit.”

        I was feeling the full force of his strength now in the fucking.  It was untamed, savage and totally dominant.  I wasn’t sure he could even hear me and I thanked God we had already done this once.  At least my asshole had already stretched this far previously.

        “Uhhhhhhh!  Ahhhhh!” he suddenly bellowed.

        His cum hit my insides with such intensity, it felt like someone had stuck a Super Soaker up my ass and pulled the trigger!  His blast of cream shot up deep into my insides filling me with a warmness I had never felt.  I was gushing out of my pussy and my panties, which had been hanging in front of it the whole time, were completely soaked.

        I was honestly unsure if I’d be able to walk back to the frat house unassisted.  Logan pulled out of my sensitive asshole.  His spunk dripped out of me and ran down my legs.  I pulled off my panties and dried my legs.  I would have to go commando for the rest of the night.  Logan staggered to the other side of the alley and caught himself against the opposite building.  He and I were both breathing heavily, trying to recover from this overwhelming experience.  What we had done was dirty, filthy and dangerous, but it was required to free Logan of his stress demons

        “There,” I said, panting.  “Feel better?”

        “Well, I’m definitely more relaxed,” he replied.  “Jesus Christ, I can’t believe we just did that.”

        “Let’s get out of here before someone walks by,” I suggested.  “Get cleaned up.”

        “Yeah, I gotta get back to Mason,” he realized.  “No telling how he’s doing.”

        “Has he played poker before?” I asked.  “I mean, he is your brother.  Surely the two of you have played together.”

        “He’s watched it on TV,” said Logan.  “We sometimes watch the World Series of Poker.  He probably picked up some pointers.”

        “Logan!” I snapped.  “He only had a few chips left!”

        “If he just plays conservatively,” he explained.  “He should be fine.  Probably.”

        “Jeez, put your dick back in your pants,” I reminded him.

        He looked down, saw that he was still out and put his cock away.  I pulled down my dress and brushed the dirt off of it.  We were about to walk out of the alley, when we heard someone coming.  We ran out the other way.

        As we made our way toward the frat house, we stopped off at one of the dorms so we could run in and check ourselves in the restroom.  I ran my fingers through my hair and checked to see if we looked presentable.  The last thing we needed was Kyle calling us out on what we had just done.

        “Looking good, babe,” said Logan.  “Let’s go!”