I bite hard on my lower lip as I feel a maddening pressure start to build inside of me, and I do it so hard that I wouldn’t be surprised if I started tasting blood anytime soon.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Logan breathes out, and he starts stroking himself so fast that I have no idea how long it’s going to take him. I mean, I can already see pre-cum glistening on the tip of his cock.
“It is, isn’t it…?” I whisper, sliding one more finger inside my wet and warm pussy. Flicking my wrist, I start fingering myself, building up a slow and gentle rhythm as I hear both their breaths growing more urgent and ragged.
“Are you really going to do it, Lana?” Anders asks me suddenly, and my eyes lock on his. I smile at him, showing him one lewd smile.
“Of course I am,” I say with a devilish chuckle, and then turn to Logan so that I can enjoy the frustration and confusion on his face.
“What the fuck are you two talking about?” he groans, flicking his wrist so hard that the motion of his hand has became a blur.
“Keep on stroking that big cock for me and you’ll see soon enough,” I tease him, a moan bubbling up to my lips as I take my free hand to my clit and start rubbing it again. Working on my clit and G-spot at the same time, I feel my muscles start to tense up, and I know that I’m already dangling over the edge. Just one slight push and I’ll tumble down into pleasure’s abyss.
And that sounds perfect, doesn’t it?
Sliding the third finger inside me, I feel my pussy stretching to accommodate me, and that’s when the orgasm hits. For the first time since they started stroking themselves, I close my eyes and throw myself back onto the mattress, pressing my legs together and trapping my fingers inside my pussy.
“Oh God,” I moan, ecstasy stinging every inch of my body like an angry wasp. Sliding my fingers off my pussy, I grab at the sheets covering the mattress and bunch them up as my muscles spasm and twitch, all kinds of wicked thoughts tap-dancing inside my skull.
“You look so fucking beautiful when you come,” Logan tells me, and that’s when I open my eyes to look at him. Moving fast, I sit up on the bed and then position myself on all fours, facing them. Their cocks are right in front of my face, and so I do the only logical thing; I launch myself forward, opening my mouth as wide as I can and taking the whole length of Logan’s cock inside me.
I start bobbing my head furiously while I grab Anders’ cock with one hand and start to stroke him at my own rhythm. Sucking and stroking, I close my eyes again and surrender to the ferocity of instinct. I do it for God knows how long and I only pull back from Logan’s cock when my neck starts complaining from the effort. Of course, I only do it so that I can switch up between them.
Taking my mouth to Anders, I gobble up his cock in an instant and give him the same treatment I gave Logan. I work on both of them until I feel them more than ready to explode, and that’s when I stop altogether.
“Don’t move, boys,” I laugh, going up to my feet in a hurry. I waltz all the way to the minibar on the far end on the room and open the cabinet standing on top of it. From the inside, I grab a martini glass and then make my way back to my two men.
“No fucking way,” Logan cries out, a look of pure disbelief on his face. “Are you really going to--?”
“That’s right,” I laugh, sitting back down on the bed and waving the glass at them. “Give me all you got…” I purr, and I don’t need to say a word more. They grab their cocks again and start stroking themselves furiously, deep concentration making the lines in their faces deeper and deeper.
“I want you to fill it up to the brim…” I continue to say, teasing them as they work their cocks just for me. “I want you to --” The words fade away into nothingness as I hear Anders groan. I turn to him as fast as I can and, grabbing his cock with my free hand, I angle it down and place the glass right in front of it.
A fraction of a second later he starts cumming, his white warm seed tainting the clear surface of the glass.
“Fuck,” Logan says and I turn to him just in time to see the look of pure ecstasy in his eyes. Lucky for me, he knows exactly what I want from him; he angles his cock down and points it at the glass, shooting thick r
opes of cum into it.
I look at the glass in a trance, watching as their cocks spurt a never-ending river of cum. It only takes a couple of seconds until they fill it up to the brim, and still they keep on cumming, their seed dripping down the rim and cascading down the outside of the glass.
“This is fucking insane,” Logan laughs and I know that, despite his words, he’s enjoying every second of it.
“I know … and that’s why it’s fun,” I reply, finally taking the glass from down their cocks as they finally stop cumming. Raising it up, I wave it from side to side, feeling thick beads of semen going over my knuckles and then falling onto the floor.
I start taking the glass to my lips, but then I stop before my tongue touches the rim. I look from Anders to Logan, and then give them a soft smile.
“You know… I never did anything like this,” I admit, having no idea why I’m saying it. “But I trust the two of you. I feel safe around you and, more than that, I feel free. I want to do all kinds of dirty and wicked things with the two of you … starting with this,” I let my voice fade into a whisper, and then I run the tip of my tongue over the rim of the glass. I move it around, licking the rim dry, and then part my lips and tilt the glass.
The moment I do it, I feel the salty warmness of their cum coating my lips and tongue. It has a fiery taste, as if every single drop was all of their manliness distilled into a drink.
Tilting the glass even more, I let their seed fall into my mouth, most of it now dripping down my chin and neck. I keep on doing it until the glass is completely empty, and then I jump up to my feet in front of them, holding all the cum I can inside my mouth.
“You’re driving me insane,” Anders says out of the blue and, reaching for me, he places one hand under the nape of my neck and pulls me into him. He crushes his mouth against mine and, before I can do anything about it, he shoves his tongue past my lips. I kiss him eagerly, enjoying the way our tongues are wrestling over a blanket of cum, but then I feel Logan pulling me by the arm.
He pulls me into him and kisses me, not a word leaving his lips before our mouths enter a collision course. I kiss him as fiercely as I did with Anders, enjoying the way the taste of both men take control of every single thought floating inside my head.
As I’m kissing Logan, Anders places one hand on the small of my back and presses his body against me. Then he just leans in, resting his lips over the corner of my mouth. Logan softens up his kiss and gives Anders some space and, the moment he does it, the three of us surrender to the most devilish and wicked kiss anyone has ever shared.