“Now...” I say, running the tip of my tongue over my lips. “Your belts, unbuckle them.”
“Bossy. I like that,” Tristan chuckles as he takes his fingers to his belt and unbuckles it, my eyes following every motion of their hands. They pull their zippers down, and my heart skips a beat as their cotton boxer briefs come into sight, their hard cocks stretching the fabric thin.
Taking their shoes off and kicking them to the side, they then push their pants down their legs and step out of them. Now standing only in their boxer briefs, I have to fight against the urge to crawl up to them and rip that last piece of clothing off their bodies.
Ah, but why fight such a beautiful urge?
“Come closer,” I whisper, and their feet carry them to me. They stop just a few steps away from me, but they’re close enough for me to raise my arms and reach for them with my open hands. I flatten them over their boxer briefs, exhaling sharply as I feel the warmness of their cocks, and then I curl my fingers over the edge of their underwear.
Holding my breath now, I start pulling their boxer briefs down. Their cocks spring free in a heartbeat and, before I can stop myself, I’ve already slid down the chair. I kneel right in front of them and push their boxers down their legs, then taking a moment to look at them in all of their naked glory.
More than just men, they look like a sculpture. They’re a living and breathing piece of art, there’s no doubt in my mind about it. Each muscle in their bodies seems to have been etched by the scalpel of a sculptor from the Renaissance, and their cocks are simply God’s gift to women.
“Enjoying the sights?” Madden chuckles, and I raise my gaze to meet his.
“Yes. Just like you,” I shoot back at him, fully knowing that he simply can’t stop himself from staring at my naked body, his eyes going from my face to my breasts and pussy, repeating that cycle over and over again.
“Now, let’s see how far you’re willing to go when it comes to sharing,” I continue, raising my arms and placing one finger over the tip of their cocks. I move my fingers down the length of their shaft, my pressure soft and gentle, and then I bring them back up. I do that a few times, driving them completely mad, and only then do I curl the rest of my fingers around the thickness of their shafts.
Flicking my wrists, I stroke them softly, allow
ing the rhythm of my hands to develop naturally. I keep my eyes trained on their cocks, but I can still hear their breathing growing more heavy and ragged. Leaning in toward Tristan’s cock, I part my lips and rest them over the head of his cock, licking his pre-cum with the tip of my tongue. I roll my lips down until I engulf his whole tip; then, instead of rolling my lips down, I pop his cock out of my mouth and turn my attention toward Madden.
He rests his hands on my head as my lips touch him, and I do the same thing I did with Tristan, slowly taking the tip of his cock into my mouth. I keep on switching from one cock to the other and, while my mouth takes care of one, my hand takes care of the other.
“Are you trying to make me go crazy?” Madden suddenly blurts out, yanking on my hair and forcing me to stop altogether. “I want that mouth,” he continues, desire making his words burn.
“Then why don’t you take it?” I tease him with a soft purr, and he narrows his eyes slightly. I can almost see the gears turning inside his head as he realizes what I’ve just told him.
“I can do that,” he says in a single breath and then, keeping my head in place, he grabs his cock with his free hand and presses its tip against my lips. Opening my lips, I allow him inside of me and he thrusts hard. His long inches slide over my tongue in a hurry, and he only stops when the tip of his cock is pressed tight against the back of my throat.
I let a moan climb up my throat, and the sound of it travels over the length of his shaft. Tightening his hold on my hair, he starts rocking his hips, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth fast.
Still grabbing Tristan’s cock with one hand, I stroke him with the same rhythm with which Madden is fucking my mouth. He closes his eyes and sighs heavily, the tension in his body making his muscles bulge; I let my eyes wander over to his abs, and my insides clench as I see his muscles stretching his skin thin. If I didn’t have my mouth full, I’d lick these sweet abs right now.
“So… fucking… tight,” Madden groans as he keeps pistoning into my mouth, and I feel a slight spasm running over his shaft. He slows down shortly after, and I can tell that he’s trying not to cum yet.
“Tired already?” I tease him as he slides his cock out of my mouth, and this time he doesn’t even reply. He just looks at me with an expression of unbridled desire, and I realize that he didn’t stop because he didn’t want to cum - he stopped because he was about to lose control.
“After that tight mouth of yours,” he finally says, breathing hard, “I just can’t help but wonder how tight your pussy is.”
“Then you’ll keep wondering,” I shoot back at him without even thinking, and then grab his cock with one hand. Turning my attention toward Tristan, I dive into him with my mouth open and impale my head on his huge member. I bob my head back and forth as fast as I can, savoring the way his thickness pushes my jaw to the very limit.
I keep on sucking and stroking for a long time, my body being steered by instinct, and then a sudden thought pierces the stillness in my mind.
Deciding to test their limits, I take Tristan’s cock out of my mouth and, gripping their members tightly, I pull them close to one another. They step forward hesitantly, but they don’t fight back - the glistening tips of their cocks are just one inch apart, and so I lean in and flick my tongue at them. I feel my lips brushing against both their cocks at the same time and, allowing a moment of insanity to take over me, I tug on their shafts hard and force them to press their cocks together.
Giving them no time to react, I open my mouth as wide as I can and engulf their tips with my lips. I don’t know how I do it but, somehow, I manage to have both their cocks inside my mouth at the same time. They’re pulsing against each other, and against my tongue and the inside of my cheeks, and they’re filling me up so perfectly that I can’t even bob my head. I just remain still, the only thing moving in my body being my tongue. It laps against their cocks eagerly, running around them fast... and they seem to be enjoying it.
I guess they really meant it when they said they wanted to share. I mean, I have both their cocks inside my mouth right now… It can’t get any better than this, can it?
“I want you to cum,” I finally say, taking their cocks out of my mouth and breathing in deeply. Still with my fingers wrapped tightly around their shafts, I stroke them both at the same time, and let the wicked thought I just had turn into words as I pleasure them. “I want your cum all over me…” I continue, a sudden urgency to be covered in their seed making my mind spin in circles.
“That can be arranged,” Tristan says with a grin, his cock throbbing against my fingers as he hears me talk.
“It sure can,” Madden agrees with a chuckle, and their replies somehow make my hands start working harder over their cocks. I flick my wrists so hard that pain shoots up my arm, but I just ignore it and keep on pushing my body, eager to drive them past the finish line.
Lucky for me (and for my wrist), it doesn’t take long. The more their breathing grows heavy, the more their cocks seem to pulse against my fingers - and then the inevitable happens.