Jesus.

Both of them groaned at the same time, and their hands began to rub me more insistently, pressing my breasts against my body, grabbing my ass.

I didn’t know who to undress first, so I just turned to Ryan and began tugging his shirt out of his pants.

Behind me, I felt Derek kneel and began kissing the globes of my ass, his tongue tracing my curves, sliding wetly between my thighs, caressing the mound of my pussy beneath my soaked panties.

I cried aloud as I felt his tongue part my lips, even though the wet material was between his tongue and my flesh.

Ryan’s shirt was off, and I rubbed my hands over his chest even as I felt Derek’s tongue pluck at the edge of my panties and slip wetly into my crease.

I was gasping for breath as Ryan undid my blouse and cast it to the floor. Then he kissed me deeply as he reached around, undid my bra, and slipped it off my arms.

Derek slid my panties out of the way with his fingers and buried his face in my ass, stretching out his tongue to lick the lips of my pussy.

Ryan took my breasts in his hands and began to suck at my nipples, ringing them wetly with his tongue.

I was wetter than I ever had been in my entire life.

I fumbled with Ryan’s belt, unhooked it, undid his pants. Within seconds I felt the head of his cock, hot and swollen and soft-skinned beneath my fingers. It was already jutting out of the slit in his boxers, and the tip was wet with pre-cum.

All of a sudden I felt Derek rise behind me. Feeling I should give him a little attention, I turned – but not before I bent over and licked the tip of Ryan’s cock, feeling the sticky, salty liquid on my lips.

I turned around and tugged at Derek’s shirt. Jesus, it was hot seeing his body slowly revealed – his washboard abs, his bulging pecs, his intricate tattoos. I had forgotten how much I loved feeling the hardness of his body, of tracing the hollows of his muscles under my fingertips.

He apparently felt similarly about my curves, because he played his fingers over my breasts, cupping them, massaging them, pressing them, grabbing them, kneading them, playing with the hard nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. At the same time, he gave me tiny kisses on the mouth, pulling at my lips with his, touching the tip of his tongue to mine.

Behind me, I heard Ryan removing his shoes and stepping out of his clothes. As I kissed Derek, suddenly there was a scalding heat pressed against my ass – and I felt something thick brush up against my back, felt a tiny dab of wetness against my skin. I reached my left hand behind me and brushed the side of his hip as he traced his fingers up and down my back. At the same time, my right hand struggled with Derek’s jeans until they came open, and I touched skin.

No underwear.

Unnnh.

I ran my hand over his long, thick cock, enjoying the size of it. He pulled back to shuck off his boots and take off his jeans, and while he did that, I took the opportunity to turn back to Ryan and kiss him.

His

cock rubbed against my belly, and I stroked it softly, feeling it buck under my fingers, expanding just once, a tiny bit more pre-cum oozing out of the head.

Then Derek was behind me, his fingers hooking through my panties. He pulled down, the wet cloth sliding past my thighs, and suddenly I was naked except for my high heels. I felt his fingers expertly unbuckle the straps. What was even hotter was his hair brushing against my legs, and the way he kissed the backs of my knees and up the back of my thighs as he undid my shoes and removed them.

Then he stood, gradually kissing from my ass all the way up my spine. His hands brushed my sides, the barest tickle as his fingers passed over my skin. Then he was standing again, and I felt his cock, thick and large, pressed against my ass, and Ryan’s cock pressed against my belly.

I felt like I had died and gone to heaven.

Aaaaaand I was a little nervous, to tell the truth – especially when Derek whispered, “Why don’t we go to the bedroom.”

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We stumbled into the bedroom, me pausing to kiss one guy then the other, their hands running softly over every inch of my body. The room was dark, but again, I could see their bodies from the city lights outside the window.

Ryan ripped back the covers on the king-size bed.

Now that we were getting down to brass tacks, I started to get really nervous.

“Guys… I don’t know…” I whispered, before Derek smothered my mouth with a kiss.

“Don’t know what?” he asked when he pulled away.

“I don’t… what are we… how are we going to do this?” I asked, stumbling all over my words.

“How do you

want

to do it?” Ryan asked as his hands roved over my body, and his hard, thick cock brushed against my side.

I swallowed nervously. “I

don’t

want to… you know…”

I could see Derek’s grin even in the dim light. “No, I don’t, actually.”

I felt like I was going to hyperventilate.

“I don’t want both of you at the same time,” I finally got out.

“Uh, yeah, we weren’t planning on that,” Derek said as he leaned over and sucked on my right nipple.

“Oh. Okay,” I said, relieved.

And maybe…

maybe…

the tiniest bit disappointed.

“Then… what are we going to do?” I whispered.

“Who do you want first?” Ryan asked, then kissed along the edge of my ear.

If I was going to be honest, I wanted Derek – but only because I hadn’t had him in three months. But I didn’t want to favor either one of them.

“I don’t know,” I breathed out as Ryan kissed my neck and Derek licked up my breast to my collarbone.

“Me first, then,” Derek said.

I turned to Ryan. “Are you okay with that?”

He looked at me a little grimly. “As okay as I can be, I guess.”

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