36 Inches (Size Matters 3)

Tristan does the same, and I just look back at them, standing shoulder-to-shoulder as their eyes roam over me. I notice the bulging shape in their pants, tenting them and fighting against the fabric, and I feel my insides clenching as I try to imagine what it’ll feel like to have them inside of me. Will it hurt? Will it even be physically possible? I mean, their cocks are a wonder of nature, and it’s not like my pussy is used to anything like this - in fact, it’s not used to anything at all.

“What are you waiting for, boys?” I purr, leaning back and placing my feet on the edge of the table. Spreading my legs, I offer them a good view of my wet pussy and I can see their eyes widening with anticipation.

“I’ve always heard a gentleman doesn’t make a lady wait,” Madden replies, taking one step forward and placing his body between my legs. Sitting up on the table, I reach for his shirt and get to work, slowly popping out the buttons as I look into his eyes.

“But I don’t want you to be a gentleman,” I continue to purr as my knuckles brush against the skin on his pectorals. “I want you to be everything but a gentleman…” I finish unbuttoning his shirt and then untuck it from his pants; placing my hands on his stomach, I run my fingers over his hard wall of abs, my body aching to feel it pressed against me.

“I can do that,” he exhales, his hands on my waist as I hook my fingers on his pants and pull him into me. My mouth grows dry as I unbuckle his belt, the metallic sound of the buckle reaching my ears like the first note in a symphony of lust and sin. I pull the belt out from its loops and then simply throw it to the side, my heart picking up the pace as I unbutton his pants and then grab the zipper, pulling it down. His cock pushes back against the dark fabric of his boxer briefs, and I swallow hard as I feel that thick shape brushing against my fingers.

Turning my wrist around, I grab his cock over his boxer briefs and squeeze it hard, feeling it pulse against the palm of my hand.

“Are you just going to watch?” I ask Tristan, looking at him over Madden’s shoulders. Without a word, he walks up to me as if he’s in a trance, standing to the side of the table and reaching for my right breast. Grabbing it, he presses the palm of his hands against it and I feel a shiver going up my spine as I feel my nipple mashed against his skin.

With a growl climbing up the back of my throat, I take my free hand to his shirt and, acting completely out of control, I pull hard on it. The buttons pop out from the fabric and fly up in the air, scattering around the floor of the garden like frightened mice. I take one hard look at the ripped muscles on his chest, and then my gaze falls down to his crotch.

“Take it off,” I find myself saying, eager to have both m

en’s cock in my hands.

“Bossy, I like it,” Tristan chuckles, grabbing his belt and unbuckling it. Never taking his eyes off me, he opens his pants and tugs on them, sending them down to his knees. Growling again, I push his shirt down his arms and bite on my lower lip as he kicks off his shoes and steps out of his pants.

“Much better,” I whisper, and then turn to Madden. “You too,” I tell him. He cocks one eyebrow but then grins at me and, taking one step back, he hooks his thumbs on his pants and sends them down his legs. He takes off his shoes and throws his pants to the side; then he closes the distance between the two of us once more, the bulging shape hiding under his boxers so close to my pussy that I can almost feel it burning with desire.

I could have told them to take their boxers off as well, but I wanted to take them off myself. And, in a way, I think that they unconsciously realized that I wanted to unwrap their cocks as if they’re Christmas presents. The best present ever, actually.

Pushing Madden back, I open up some space and then slide down from the table, going to my knees. I look up at them, enjoying the way they tower over me, and I reach for their cocks. Curling my fingers around their thickness, I then lean in toward Tristan, tilting my head sideways and pressing my parted lips against his shaft. I suck on it over the fabric of his boxers and then I turn to Madden, doing exactly the same with his cock.

Sighing heavily as I pull back, I flatten the palm of my hands against their cocks and then curl my fingers over the hem of their underwear; my heart starts hammering so fast against my ribcage that I wouldn’t be surprised if it simply bursted out of my chest.

I pull their boxers down, doing it with one sudden and flowing motion, and their cocks jump up at once to salute me. I look at their huge masts, their shadows tumbling over my face, and then I open my hands and brush my fingertips over their shafts. I start with their root, and then softly make my way up to their tips. Only then do I wrap my fingers around their thickness, enjoying the warmness of their flesh; once again, my mind gets busy imagining how it’ll feel to have these cocks stretching my pussy wide, and I have to make a conscious effort to not jump on one of them and impale myself on twelve-inches of pure ecstasy.

“Let’s get you ready,” I purr, slowly moving my hands up and down their length, stroking their cocks at a growing pace. Even though I just said I’m getting them ready, I know that they don’t need it - they were ready the moment I told them I wanted the two of them. In a way, I think I’m buying some time - even though I can’t wait to have them inside of me, to finally surrender my virginity to the two most perfect men that have ever walked into my life, I also can’t help but feel slightly anxious over the whole thing. I mean, I’m a virgin! And virgins are supposed to feel anxious about it, no? Specially when they’re about to lose their virginity to two guys that look like Gods, their cocks like a broadsword.

You know, when puberty hit, I always dreamed of losing my virginity in a special way. I didn’t want it to happen in the backseat of a car, with a guy too drunk to remember my name. No, I wanted to surrender my body to a man I could love, and to a man that loved me back… As time passed, I started losing hope of finding such a man, but now look at me - I’ve got two of them just for myself. Am I lucky or what?

As I pick up the pace, the movement of my hands slowly turning into a blur, I lean in toward Madden. Parting my lips, I engulf the tip of his cock and suck on it, the saltiness of his pre-cum making my mind spin. Still stroking Tristan as fast as I can, I start rolling my lips down the length of Madden’s shaft, measuring every inch of his huge member with my mouth, and I only stop when I feel his tip pressed against the back of my throat.

“Mmm,” I moan, my voice vibrating through his shaft. Rolling my lips back to his tip again, I then start bobbing my head fast, matching the motion of my hand over Tristan’s cock. I go fast and hard and, even though I can already feel my wrist and my neck burning up from the effort, I keep on pushing through.

“Fuck, Megan,” I hear Madden groan, and that makes me go the extra mile, sucking on him so violently that I feel his cock spasming over my tongue. I stop right away, not wanting to push Madden over the finish line just yet - after all, today there’s going to be a main course, and I want him with a full appetite for it.

Replacing my mouth with my hand on Madden's cock, I then lean in toward Tristan without pausing to take a breath. I just open my mouth as wide as I can and gobble up his long inches, bringing my lips against the skin at the root of his monstrous member. Bobbing my head back and forth, just like I did with Madden, I suck on Tristan with the fierceness of a woman that needs his cock more than air to survive. And, in a way, that’s almost the truth.

“Oh, that’s so good,” Tristan breathes out, placing his hands on my head to feel the swaying motion of my body. “I can’t wait to see if your pussy is as tight as your mouth,” he continues, and his words turn all my thoughts into ashes. Suddenly, to just suck on them isn’t enough… My pussy is burning up right now, and I know that the time has finally come.

“Then what are you waiting for?” I ask him as I take his cock out of my mouth, looking straight into his eyes as I defy him.

“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. Acing 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.