“I was waiting for you to give me that look,” he replies in a heartbeat, and then grabs me by the wrist and pulls me up to my feet. Standing up between him and Madden, I look from one to the other, completely at a loss on what I should do now.
Lucky for me, they take charge of the situation right away.
Tristan pushes me back against the table and, the moment my ass cheeks are pressed against it, he places his hands under them and pulls me up. I sit on the table again, my legs dangling from the edge, and I gasp as Tristan spreads my knees apart and presses his chest against mine. Reacting by instinct, I throw both my arms over his shoulders and lock him in, my pussy so wet that I can already feel my juices dripping down my inner thighs and pooling on the surface of the table.
Grabbing his cock with one hand, he brushes its tip against my drenched folds, and my eyes roll in their orbits as I realize that this is it - the moment of truth. Soon enough, I’ll no longer be a virgin.
He keeps on rubbing the tip of his cock up and down the length of my pussy and then, when I finally feel him ready to thrust, a sudden thought takes over me. Acting fast, I press both hands against his chest and stop him from thrusting.
“Is something wrong?” He asks me, a note of surprise in his voice, but I just smile.
“Nothing’s wrong… I just want it to happen with the two of you. At the same time,” I reply, lowering my voice until it becomes a barely audible whisper.
I look from Tristan to Madden, now standing by my side, and I narrow my eyes into slits as I dare him to think of a creative way to make that happen.
“Well, you’ve heard the lady,” Madden says, his words cutting through the silence. Grinning, Tristan takes one step and pulls me down from the table; the moment my feet touch the floor, he places his hands on my shoulders and forces me to go down to my knees. Then, giving me no time to react, he lays down on the stone floor and pulls me into him; I almost stumble on top of his body, but I somehow manage to place my knees on either side of his waist, straddling him, my pussy mere inches away from his hard cock.
I take a deep breath and I look back over my shoulder, doing it just in time to see Madden kneeling behind me and between Tristan’s legs..
“Is this what you want, Megan?” He asks me, his hands sliding down the side of my back. I bite on my lower lip, the touch of his fingers driving me completely insane, and I give him the obvious answer.
“Yes,” I tell them both. “This is what I want,” I continue, curling my fingers around Tristan’s shaft and angling it so that his tip is pointing straight at my pussy. Behind me, Madden closes the distance between our bodies and I feel his toned pectorals against my back; then, one second later, I feel his hands on my ass, one curious finger caressing my ass crack up and down.
The moment he finds my ass hole, he starts pressing against it and, before I know it, he’s sliding his finger in. I close my eyes as he does it, feeling the way my inner walls grip his finger, and my fingers tighten up around Tristan’s cock.
“This is just a taste,” Madden whispers into my ear, slowly moving his finger in and out of my ass. Then, as suddenly as he started, he stops - and that only so he can replaces his finger with something more substantial.
Feeling the tip of his cock pressed against my hole, I bite down on my inner lips and take another deep breath, readying myself for what’s about to happen. Lifting my hips up just a few inches, I press the tip of Tristan’s cock against my pussy and then hold my breath as I allow my inner lips to wrap themselves around it.
This is it.
Go time.
With his hands on my hips, Tristan eases me down gently, one inch of his cock sliding into me. He keeps on guiding me tenderly, his thickness straining against my insides as it goes, but something just snaps inside of me.
Gritting my teeth, I lower myself over his cock as fast as I can, throwing my head back and impaling my pussy on his cock. I open my mouth to let a wild scream out, Tristan’s cock filling me up so perfectly that fireworks go off behind my shut eyelids. Oh, God, I don’t even know how to start describing how good this feels… I never thought that sex could be this good - and we haven’t even started!
“You okay?” He asks me, caressing my face with the back of his hand. I force my eyelids up and look back at him, a dazed smile on my lips.
“I’m more than okay,” I whisper, and then bend over, offering Madden a nice view of my ass. The moment I do it, he presses the tip of his cock against my asshole; feeding one inch at a time into my ass, he moves his cock inside me with the patience of a man that knows exactly what he’s doing, and he only stops when all of his inches are buried deep into me.
“Fuck,” I groan, pleasure taking over me as I feel their shafts pulsing against my inner walls, desire running up and down my spine in such a way that I can’t even think straight. We remain frozen in place for a while, allowing my insides to adjust to their thickness, and then I dig my fingernails into Tristan’s chest; gritting my teeth, I start rocking my body back and forth, both their cocks moving in and out of me at a slow but growing pace.
“This… This is…” I trail off, completely unable of forming a coherent sentence. I don’t think I’ve ever felt something as good as what I’m feeling right now. It almost seems like their two cocks were meant to be inside of me just like they are right now, a gift from the Heavens to me.
Closing my eyes, I surrender to the darkness of pleasure and let my body and mind be engulfed by it. I feel the rhythm of my body growing and growing, like an avalanche that started with a tiny speck of snow, and my moans grow into maddening screams of ecstasy.
By the time I open my eyes again, I’m rocking my body so hard that I feel beads of sweat dripping down my forehead, my hair plastered to my face. And still I keep going, impaling myself on their cocks with all the strength that I have. My muscles are burning, my mind is boiling, and still… I simply can’t stop. Now that I’ve found out how it is to have their cocks inside of me, I never want to stop.
“You’re going to kill yourself if you keep that rhythm,” I hear Tristan say from under me, and his voice jolts me from the frenzy I was in. Taking his hands to my hips, he forces me slow down, taking his time and waiting for me to stop.
“We’ll take if from here,” Madden says and, resting his hands on my lower back, his thumbs over my dimples there, he starts to thrust. Tristan does the same, and all I do is remain frozen in place as I feel their cocks sliding in and out of my holes. Just like I did before, they build up the rhythm - except they do it fast. It only takes them a few seconds to be fucking me so hard that I can’t even remember where I am.
Seriously, if you asked me right now, I wouldn’t be able to tell you if we’re in a garden, in my bedroom, or in the Oval Room. I’m so out of it that it’s almost unbelievable. Who knew that sex could be this intoxicating?
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” I start repeating over and over again, my voice quivering. I hear Madden’s thighs slapping my ass cheeks, and that sound blends with the wet sound of Tristan’s cock sliding in and out of my pussy… I listen to that s
inful melody for what seems like an eternity, my mind drifting to some remote corner of the universe. When a spark of consciousness brings me to the real world, I realize that my pussy is already tightening up around Tristan’s shaft, my muscles so tense that it seems like someone has poured concrete into them.