“Oh God,” I moan again, arching my back as desire takes over me. Drake takes his mouth out from my breast and looks into my eyes, lust flickering there, and I realize that it’s his hand on my pussy. “Your mouth… I want it on me,” I whisper, and his only response is a wide grin.
He starts kissing my body in a downward line, his lips sliding down to my stomach and only stopping when they meet my thong. Moving seductively, he bites on the fabric and pulls on it, taking it off me with his teeth. I exhale sharply as I feel the cool air of the room lapping at my now naked pussy, and Drake throws my thong to the side, his eyes focused on my wetness.
“I want it,” I repeat with a whisper, and Drake lays his lips above my left knee. He lays gentle kisses on my leg, each one of them closing in on my inner thigh. I spread my legs by instinct and he positions himself right between them, his tongue now caressing my groin.
Sloane keeps on sucking and licking my breasts, his hunger an untamable one. But I want to direct that hunger somewhere else; I reach for him with one hand, flattening it against his crotch, and squeeze his hard cock.
“From you… I want this,” I tell him, looking into his eyes as I give him one hard squeeze. I go for him with both my hands, unbuckling his belt in a hurry, and then I pull his zipper down with a frantic movement. His cock pushes against his boxer briefs, and a shiver goes up my spine as I feel it touching my knuckles.
“It wants you too,” Sloane whispers with a grin, letting go of my breasts and pushing his pants down his legs. He takes them off and then kneels by my side, now wearing only his tight boxer briefs.
I raise my hips from the mattress, trying to force Drake to place his mouth on my pussy, but he just lays one forearm across my waist and pins me down. He keeps on using his tongue to torture me, licking the sensitive skin around my pussy but never actually going for it.
Struggling against his hold, I try once more to lift my hips from the bed, and that’s when he presses down on my clit with the tip of his tongue. I let out one sudden moan and, reacting by pure instinct, I crane my neck and press my mouth against the bulging shape under Sloane’s boxer briefs. He groans as my mouth makes contact, and his hands dart straight to my head, his long fingers running through my hair.
With a groan, and using his free hand, he pushes his boxers down to his knees; his cock springs free at once and slaps me across the cheek, it's throbbing warmness turning my insides into mush.
“Give it to me,” I tell him, and he obeys immediately, grabbing his cock and angling it down, its tip hovering over my lips. I use my tongue to circle the tip of his cock, closing my eyes as I feel its raw salty flavor spreading from my mouth and into my brain, making me go completely delirious.
I crane my neck even more and, opening my mouth as wide as I can, I wrap my lips around his cock. I push my mouth down the length of his shaft until I can’t go any further, its tip pressed hard against the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” Sloane groans, grabbing at my hair and making me hold my position. “That feels so fucking good,” he whispers.
At the same time, Drake also decides to go all the way with his mouth; opening it wide, he presses it against my drenched folds and sucks them in, running his tongue up and down the length of my pussy. I rock my hips back and forth, rubbing my pussy against his mouth and smearing my fluids all over his face, but that just makes hi
m lick me harder.
Slowly, Sloane slides his cock out of my mouth, but he only does it so that he can thrust, which he does right away, his shaft once more rolling over my tongue until it’s filling me up completely. He starts to thrust in absolute abandonment, moving his hips fast, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth at a furious pace.
Drake’s tongue somehow matches the rhythm of Sloane’s cock, and he uses it to drive me completely insane. I reach for him with one hand and, placing it on top of his head, I push him down against my pussy; with my other hand, I go for Sloane’s balls and cup them, feeling their heavy warmness against my fingers.
I remain like that for God knows how long, Drake’s cock and Sloane’s tongue working on me with the mastery only a few men can ever hope to achieve. If I didn’t have a monstrous cock inside my mouth right now, you’d be screaming my head off. As it is, all I can do is allow a moaning sound to climb up my throat as Sloane pistons into me, fucking my tight little mouth as if he were doing it to my pussy.
It doesn’t take long for my insides to reach the boiling point; my pussy starts tightening up, and it seems that every single muscle in my body is becoming as hard as steel. Fire and thunder rage inside my skull, and there’s not a single thought floating in my head; I’m living in the now, and it’s the most perfect feeling ever. Especially because I’m about to come my brains out.
I move my head to the side, forcing Sloane’s cock to pop out of my mouth, and I finally let that scream free, the sound of my high-pitched voice bouncing off the walls and filling the whole room. The pressure in my pussy demands all my attention now, and I forget about Sloane momentarily; I grab Drake’s hair with both my hands and thrust hard against him, holding his head down while an orgasm crawls up my spine and stabs my brain with such violence that I arch my back so much I might end up breaking it.
“Oh, fuck, fuck,” I hiss through my gritted teeth, my eyes closed shut as fireworks go off behind my eyelids. “So. Fucking. Good.” I cry out, all the pleasure finally washing over me and allowing my muscles to relax.
I collapse on top of the mattress, breathing hard, and a smile creeps up to my lips.
“That was just warm-up, right?” I ask them, looking from Sloane to Drake with a teasing grin. If this were my first rodeo with them, I’d be completely in awe at the orgasm I just had, but I’m not that naive anymore. “Because I want more. So much more.”
“So do I,” Sloane whispers placing two fingers under my chin and forcing me to look into his eyes.
“So do we,” I hear Drake correct. I look at him just in time to see him raise his head from between my thighs, my fluids glistening on his lips. He exchanges a glance with Sloane, and I’m surprised by what happens next; they smile at each other.
“Now that’s the spirit.” I sit up on the bed, and they don’t waste any time. Drake places both his hands on my hips and forces me to roll to the side; once I’m lying down on my stomach, he pulls me up and forces me to go on all fours. Then he climbs down from the bed and walks around it, positioning himself right in front of me.
“My turn to feel that tight mouth of yours,” he tells me, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly. I watch him do it with my lips slightly parted, anxious to have his cock in my mouth and feel its flavor blending in with Sloane’s.
“And it’s my turn to taste your pussy,” my stepbrother says, moving back and kneeling behind me. I almost thrust back at him, wanting to feel his cock against my ass, but he lays his hands on my ass cheeks and holds me in place.
He places one finger between my cheeks and runs it up and down my crack, making me sigh heavily each time I feel him close to my asshole. Meanwhile, Drake has already stepped out of his pants, and now he has his thumbs hooked on his boxer briefs. Looking at me with a wild grin, he sends them down his legs, his cock jumping up and almost hitting me across the face.
“Give it to me,” I tell him, breathing hard. He does it willingly, curling his fingers around his thick shaft and brushing the tip of his cock against my lips. I open my mouth as he tangles his fingers in my hair, and then he just thrusts, sending all of his inches into my mouth at once.
Sloane’s fingers are now on my pussy, and he’s caressing my folds teasingly. But he changes gears fast enough; he buries his fingers into my ass cheeks and then dives into me with his open mouth. Sharp stabs of pleasure take over my brain as Sloane starts devouring me, the steady pendulum motion of Drake’s cock going in and out of my mouth complementing Sloane’s skills.