Michael grabbed Anya's hips and started plowing her ass with greater fervor. With Chris's thick dick filling Anya's front tunnel, the pressure in her butt-hole was intense.

“She's fucking incredible," he grunted.

“She's fucking amazing," Nathan agreed.

“She's just fucking," Shield said.

Anya was bracing herself by placing her hands on Chris's massive chest, keeping her torso mostly upright. She noticed he was the only one not talking dirty to her, but that wasn't his style. Even in the middle of a gangbang, he was still, in a bizarre way, the quintessential southern gentleman. She knew that while all her lovers "Liked" her, Chris was developing stronger feelings for her than that.

She was afraid she wasn't ready to experience that kind of relationship yet, but wasn't going to turn him away. Chris made her feel special. She figured she'd have to talk to him about it, but that would have to wait until later . . . assuming they lived that long.

Then Anya heard a groan and felt Michael's rectal pounding cease. He was buried all the way in her backside as his penis erupted, sending a wave of jizz into her ass. It was one of those loads of almost Biblical proportions, and it was seeping out of her sphincter when he pulled out.

Anya let loose of Nathan's cock with a gasp, drool dripping from her bottom Lip.

"Someone hurry," she whined.

“You,” she ordered, looking up at Nathan.

"Get back there," she ordered, pulling Matthew over so she could swallow his root while jerking off Shield and Johan.

Nathan scrambled to take Michael's place, easing his spit-slick shaft into her ass. It was everything he could ever have wanted it to be ... which didn't really surprise him, since he'd done it before. But Anya had a way of reminding you, each time you had sex with her in any capacity, why you always came crawling back for more. And Nathan would crawl over broken glass for a chance to feel the tight velvet glove that was Anya's asshole. He started off slowly with nice, long, even strokes while he reached around her body and grasped her perky little tits. He watched the way the muscles of her back rippled as she pleasured every man around her, and that sight alone would have gotten him hard (if he weren't already). She would drain every one of them of their very essence and leave them thanking her for the privilege.

Anya had become a party of flesh, and everyone was invited. Soon after Nathan penetrated her backside, the pressure had become too much for Chris and the man below her spewed his cream into her womb.

She released the cocks from her mouth and leaned in to Chris's bemused and satisfied looking face.

"Stay inside me," she whispered into his ear. She squeezed her vaginal muscles, coaxing his temporarily depleted member to remain at Least semi-rigid. Chris was more than happy to oblige as he just lay back and let that spectacular woman do what she did so well. He felt the movement of Nathan's phallus in Anya's ass, and the sensation was helping keep him from going flaccid.

Anya's lips quickly wrapped themselves around hot cock-flesh again, sucking Shield's thick root all the way down before pulling back up, slurping noisily. She loved it when spit hung from her Lips during a blowjob. It tended to feed her amorous spirit. She would have to talk to Talia and Mindy though. They were being a couple of lightweights and only having sex with one or two people, leaving Anya to "reluctantly" carry the load. But she wouldn't complain. She was too much of a trooper, or at least that's what she told herself as she tried to fit the fleshy helmets of Shield's and Mathew's dicks in her mouth at the same time. It didn't quite work, but was a lot of fun to try.

She had flesh in her mouth, her pussy and her ass. She had a mountain of humanity below her, and a fit, strapping young man pressing against her back. Anya wasn't sure if this could ever officially count as heaven but if it didn't, she never wanted to go there. She heard a gasp from in front of her and turned towards Shield's dick just in time to catch a mouthful of cum, which she greedily sucked down. She glanced up at Johan, who was jerking off while watching Anya swallow seed.

"More," she muttered.

It didn't take long before she had what she wanted, in more ways than one. After polishing Johan's knob with her mouth and stroking his shaft with her hand, the shadow demon erupted between her Lips.

And as she drank his fluid down, she felt Chris reached full mast again down south. She gobbled up Matthew's shaft, giving her a cock in every orifice. She wanted all of their cum, and she wanted it quickly . . . and all at once.

Anya was a master with her own body. She would contract whichever opening she needed to move towards an apocalyptic climax. She was tender with her mouth while clenching her pussy, and she just let Nathan do what he was doing. Chris had already cum once, so he was going to have to be hurried along. She wasn't sure how long Nathan would last, or herself for that matter. She was due for a wallop of an orgasm, and she wanted it to be perfect.

"Don't you dare," she growled at Nathan when she heard the rhythm of his breathing increase.

"But... but...

" he stuttered in reply. Asking him to stop at that moment was almost like asking a freight train to stop on a dime after moving at full speed. But he knew he had to manage, otherwise she might not ever let him take the dirt road again.