by Dark Angel
Opening my mouth, I move forwards and push Colt's cock down, allowing it to roll over my tongue and go as deep as possible. I let it pierce me until I can almost feel its throbbing tip against the back of my throat. Pulling back out slowly, I suck on him all the way, my lips sliding off his glans with a lewd sound.
I do the same with Ethan, ramming his cock inside of me with a swift forwards movement of my head. But instead of simply pulling back out, I start bobbing my head up and down, sucking him at the same rhythm I flick my wrist and stroke Colt's cock. I change it up, my mouth going to Colt as I tug on Ethan; I lick him up and down and then kiss his tip, scooping up a drop of pre-cum with my tongue, and then slide my lips down the side of his shaft. I go lower, opening my mouth and sucking in one of his balls, lapping my tongue at it and making it roll inside my mouth.
I close my eyes as I do it, so I don't see Ethan reaching for me; I only feel his fingers on my collarbone, hooking themselves on the fabric of my dress. He pulls on it with a furious motion, the sound of ripping fabric clawing at my eardrums. I don't stop sucking on Colt as Ethan proceeds to tear my dress apart, pushing it down my body and baring my chest. His fingers slide up my stomach and then over the cup of my bra until they meet my skin. I tremble as I feel the pressure of his fingers going over my right nipple, and I unconsciously move slightly forwards, aching to feel him grabbing my tits.
He takes the hint quickly, allowing his fingers to slide under the cup of my bra and pinching my almost painfully hard nipple between his thumb and index finger. He applies the right amount of pressure there – not too hard, not too soft – and I can't help but stop sucking on Colt, a moan hiking up my throat.
As Ethan fondles my breasts, Colt takes a supporting position and reaches for me, his arms going over me as his hands look for the clasp of my bra. Grabbing it, he unhooks it in one single motion, pushing it down my shoulders. I let go of their cocks for one second, just enough time for me to throw my bra to the side; before I can have them back on my hands, though, they're already grabbing at my naked breasts and caressing my nipples.
I slide my hands up their legs and grab at the hem of their shirts. I tug violently, forcing them to come down to my level. They both kneel in front of me, the muscles in their legs moving like hard pistons as they do it. As if my fingers were claws, I grab Colt's shirt and pull on it with uncontrollable violence, the buttons scattering everywhere.
I want to do the same with Ethan, but Colt doesn't allow me to. Before I can even move, his arms reach for Ethan's shirt and he's the one who pushes on it, ripping it apart and baring his chest. I look in a trance, Colt's knuckles brushing over Ethan's rock hard abdominals as he opens his shirt.
Dear God, if I was wet before, now I'm completely drenched.
With a growl, I grab their cocks underhandedly, jerking them as hard as I can. I grit my teeth, moving my hands furiously and relishing the fleshy warmness of their members against my skin.
Colt's hand darts forwards, pushing my thighs apart and lodging itself over my thong. He rubs on it, my wet folds brushing against each other as he does it. Pressing hard, I shiver at the pressure on my clit, flames spreading outwards from it and licking my whole body. I bite my lower lip so that I don't moan hard, but I can't help myself as Ethan suddenly pinches my right nipple, his touch almost electric.
"Fuck," I whisper with a moan, my mind turning into mush as it tries to process both men's touch. Fucking each one of them was amazing. but having the two of them so close, their cocks crying out for me. Fuck, just thinking of that is almost enough to make me cum right now.
And that's exactly what happens.
Colt flicks my drenched thong to the side, sliding his index finger inside of me in a hook motion. It happens in less than a second: his finger brushes over my folds and goes deep in a heartbeat, his fingertip immediately finding the way to my G-spot. The moment he touches me there I have to bite down hard on my lip, exhaling through my nose as sparks of delicious pleasure jump inside of me, igniting my body and sending my mind into a downwards spiral of pleasure.
My limbs are still shaking when I feel Ethan's hand on my lower back. He looks at me, flames of eagerness darting behind his eyes, and then gets up. My eyes follow his cock, and I have to fight back against the urge to lean forwards once more and suck him off.
He gives me his hand and, grabbing it, I get up after Colt's slides his fingers off of me. The moment I'm standing, Colt grabs my ass hard and pulls me into him, pressing his mouth hard against my clit. I cry out as he does it, the final waves of the orgasm still making my skin prickle.
Colt gets up too, then, grabbing my other hand. I'm standing between their naked bodies, my torn dress still on my waist. I walk across the room, pulling the two men after me; I sway my hips from side to side, fully knowing that their eyes are enjoying the way my ass moves.
I guide them towards the large round table in the center of the room and, turning on my heels, I place my hands on my waist and slide what's left of the tight dress I was wearing down my legs. The only thing I'm wearing now is my thong and heels – I want the heels to remain, but the thong needs to go too.
"Take it off," I tell them, hooking my thumbs on the small string of fabric that delineates my hips. They reach for me at the same time, a hungriness to the way they move, but I step back against the table, my cheeks pressing its edge. "No. With your mouths."
Colt grins at me and he's the first one down, kneeling at my feet. Ethan follows him not even one second after, both men's cock pointing upwards and glistening with pre-cum. They start kissing up my knees to my thighs, the sound of their lips on my flesh almost like a lullaby. I throw my head back, savoring the way their mouths climb up my legs; they bite down on the fabric of my thong then, Colt on my left thigh and Ethan on the right one. Gently, they start to pull it down my legs, my skin prickling as I feel the wet patch of fabric that covers my labia leaving my body.
I can't control myself. I kick my thong off, sending it flying across the room, and run my fingers through both men's hair. I grab them harshly, pulling them into me as I lean against the edge of the table. They come willingly, kissing my inner thighs, their mouths so dangerously close I can almost see sparks flying off from their lips.
Ethan places his hand under my ass and pushes me up; I let his strength lift me up and I sit on the table, Colt pushing my legs apart so that the two of them can fit there.
I close my eyes, not even wanting to know which of them takes the lead. I just let a deep and vicious moan tumble out of my lips as the tip of an eager tongue traces the contour of my pussy, flicking against my labia and scooping up my juices. Then there's a finger on top of my clit, pressing and rubbing with small but precise circular movements.
God, I need to see this. I open my eyes, looking down to between my legs: Ethan is flicking his tongue against my pussy and Colt, placing his arm over Ethan's shoulders and around his neck, has his hand on the mound right above my pussy, his thumb carefully stroking my clit.
"Now this is teamwork," I tell them, running my hand through Ethan's hair and brushing my finger alongside Colt's jawline. Ethan pulls back, looking at me with untameable hunger; he reaches for Colt and, placing his hand under the nape of his neck, gently pushes him forward. Colt allows himself to be guided, his mouth opening slightly as he kisses my clit. I look wide-eyed at the two of them, a burning sensation scorching my mind – Ethan is holding Colt as he eats me out. This is not a dream or a fantasy – no, this is really happening.
I fall back, laying across the table's surface and opening my legs wide. Colt opens his mouth, taking in my labia and sucking on it as his tongue jabs in and out of me. He laps at me incessantly, each time his tongue meets my clit pleasure gathering inside of me. I gasp as Ethan places his hand under Colt's head, brushing one finger against my pussy as Colt focus on my clit. He slides one finger inside of me, gently probing as Colt applies an almost magical pressure on me with his tongue.
"Faster," I moan, arch
ing my back as Ethan starts a hurried coming and going motion. He keeps on going until my muscles start tensing up, climax looming over the horizon and cresting the ridges of my rational mind, threatening to choke it down and drown it.
As if the two had rehearsed it, Colt presses his mouth hard on me, steadily wrapping his full lips on my clit as Ethan slides one more finger inside of me and hooks it tightly against my G-spot. Just like that, I scream, the high pitched sound bouncing against the walls and the glass panels, a shriek of pure ecstasy dancing on my lips. My back is arched, high voltage running through my spine all the way up to the base of my skull.
They hold still as the orgasm ripples through me, only pulling back when I stop flailing my legs. Propping myself up on my elbows, I grin at them as they get up, their cocks pointing towards me like a loaded weapon. Fuck, I need them inside of me. I need to feel their thickness ravaging my pussy, to feel my inner walls being stretched to the limit as they pound me without a single trace of mercy in their thrusts.
"Seems like you actually know your way around a woman," Colt says with a smirk, turning to Ethan. "Not a hopeless case, after all."
Ethan doesn't say anything – he simply looks into Colt's blue eyes, his cock twitching hard. He licks his lips unconsciously, unable to control himself – his eyes wander down Colt's chest and towards his cock, the atmosphere in the room becoming as heavy as concrete. Fuck, the look they're exchanging is so hot I'm actually surprised my eyeballs aren't melting out their sockets.
"Let’s see what you can do then", Ethan manages to say, stepping out from between my legs and freeing the way to Colt.
God, this is insane.
Colt grins as he approaches me, both his hands reaching for my tits as he places himself between my thighs. Guided by instinct, I reach for Ethan's cock with my hand, pulling on it.
"Come here," I purr in his direction. As if hypnotized by my words, Ethan goes around the table as I lay back on top of it. He positions himself on the other side of the table, his cock right above my face, just one inch away from my mouth.
I smile up at him, shivering as Colt starts to rub his fat head up and down against my inner folds. I open my mouth as an invitation and, grabbing his cock with his hand, Ethan guides it home – I close my eyes as his thickness slides over my lips and fills my mouth completely. In that exact moment, Colt thrusts and his cock goes deep inside of me in one single motion. It's almost as if someone is pulling my mind by the seams, ripping it apart from end to end.
If you ask me my name right now, I doubt I'll be able to answer. My mind is busy with other things, namely the two fat cocks inside of me. Hell, I fought tooth and nail to be where I am today, but all of my success pales in comparison with how it feels to have these two perfect men on me, their naked bodies vessels for the raging lust I breathed into them.
I want to moan, I want to scream! But with Ethan's cock buried deep in my mouth, all that I can do is succumb to pleasure. I lift my arms over my head and lay my hands on Ethan's waist; my fingers slide across it, and I grab his tight round buttocks, pulling him in. With gentle movements, he starts to thrust, his length going in and out of my mouth in the most delicious way.
As if they were one, Colt starts to thrust too, his pace matching Ethan's with such perfection I can't even imagine how they do it. Perfection? Screw that, it pales in comparison with what these two are capable of. Perfect is just a meaningless word for them, nothing more than an appetizer.
They keep thrusting and thrusting, the rhythm growing at a steady pace. Soon enough I'm bursting with violent energy, my muscles quivering and starting to tremble. I can't help it – I have to grab Ethan's cock by the root and take it out of my mouth, a muffled moan of delight turning into a throat-clawing scream of pure ecstasy. I keep jerking Ethan as I become pleasure's hostage, Colt's cock ravaging me with the brutish ferocity of a man born to fuck women senselessly.
Without any warning, he pulls out of me, sliding his hands under my ass and turning me around as if I were nothing more than a lightweight rag-doll. No wonder, the man is all muscles, each one of them brimming with power. I’m on all fours on top of the table, my ass raised in Colt's direction; he slaps me across it with the back of his hand, the sound of the impact making me squirm in a frenzy of sweetened lust.
Ethan runs his fingers over my face, and my eyes locking on his. There's more than lust there – there is passion, there is caring and tenderness. There's... love? The pounding of my heart against my ribcage is the only thing I can hear as those thoughts race through my mind. I look back over my shoulder and look at Colt, the same telling look on his face.
I smile. I'm fucking smiling, and all because of the way they're looking at me. I don't even know why I'm doing it. I just can't help it – my heart is feeling tight inside my chest, a joy I haven't felt in a long time nestled there.
Am I actually starting to care for these two? No, this makes no sense. I can't do that. I can't open myself and wear my heart on my sleeve... I know what happens to people who do that. Heartbreak, betrayal, loss. My father was a trusting man— and see what happened to him: he had his dreams crushed under the heels of the same people he trusted.
I can't let that happen to me. I'm the team owner; they're my players. I can fuck them, yes, but I can't let it go beyond that. I can't! And yet... I want it so goddamn much. I want to be able to trust them — to surrender just for a little while and let my guard down.
I can't fight this. I don't want to.
I take one hand and place it around Ethan's neck; I pull him into me and kiss him, my mouth fitting on his perfectly. I kiss him softly, my lips brushing on his with such sweetness my heart starts to melt.
"Come here..." I whisper to Colt, looking at him over my shoulder. He goes around the table and stands next to Ethan; I don't need to do a thing – he places one finger under my chin and leans into me, kissing me softly as Ethan runs his hands through my hair gently.
I just want this moment to last forever.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, allowing passion and lust to mix and course through me with a fury. When I open my eyes, there's nothing but pleasure on my mind. I grab their cocks by the base and pull them to me; I lean into Ethan’s, taking it in my mouth as I push my head down, and then pull it out and devour Colt's, the scent of my pussy still lingering on his flesh. I suck them both, bobbing my head once on each of them before switching; I start doing it so fast that their flavor starts to mix inside my mouth.
Supporting myself with one hand on the table, I take the other one to between my legs and press two fingers over my clit. I start rubbing on it as my tongue parts my lips and I start licking their glans. They come closer, their naked bodies so near they're leaning against each other.
I open my mouth wide, brushing my lips against the tip of Ethan's cock and then changing to Colt's. I keep on doing it until they enter a trance of delight, both men leaning into me until I can kiss both their tips at the same time. Opening my mouth as wide as I can, I kiss them, my lips forcing their shafts against one another. They don't even move, their cocks twitching even harder the moment they touch.
"Take me," I moan, pulling back and looking up at them. Colt gives Ethan a slight nod, and he acknowledges him by going back around the table and positioning himself behind me, his long fingers grabbing me by the waist as he points his hard cock towards the crevice between my thighs. I can’t help but repeat myself. “Fuck me, Ethan.”
“Gladly,” he says, the tone of his voice almost like a shot of adrenaline. One thrust of his and my eyelids drop, his massive girth inside of me; blind with pleasure, I take one hand and grab Colt’s cock, guiding his meaty flesh against my lips. I kiss his tip, my tongue circling it in abandonment as my body rocks back and forth with each of Ethan’s trust.
Colt grabs me by the head and starts to thrust too, his other hand grabbing my tits and squeezing them hard. I start bobbing my head, his cock sliding in and out of me furiously, and only stop to suck in the
saltiness on his tip.
I’m completely going crazy here, their cocks completely punishing me.
I jut my ass back at Ethan, my ass cheeks slapping his thighs over and over again, the sound of it like music to my ears. Each time I rock my body back and allow Ethan’s cock to slide deep inside of me, Colt’s thick member goes back out over my tongue; I then do the opposite, moving forwards and making Colt’s cock brush against the back of my throat as Ethan’s slides out. It’s a perfect pendulum motion, a never ending flurry of pleasure dancing inside of me.
I go as fast as I can, my limbs growing exhausted with the rhythmic and flowing motion of my body. But I push through, not wanting to waste any minute. Ethan grabs my ass then, his thumbs over the dimples on my lower back, and he starts to thrust wildly, a frantic rage pulling the strings of his movements. Fuck, I have to take Colt’s cock out of my mouth, my mind only capable of focusing on the delirious pounding Ethan is handing out
My muscles are tensing up, everything in me about to explode. I let out a high-pitched scream as I erupt, my whole body shaking as if I have no control. Christ, I never felt anything like this. I lean into Colt’s cock as my body is consumed by a holy fire of ecstasy, taking him in my mouth and sucking on him as if I’m minutes away from dying.
My pussy has tightened up around Ethan’s cock, but that doesn’t make him stop - on the contrary, it only makes him go harder and keep thrusting while waves of pleasure crash inside of me.
I open my eyes and, Colt’s member still inside of my mouth, I look up at him. His eyes are not on me, but on Ethan - he’s looking at his rival as if he is in a trance, desire etched in his lips as he watches him fucking me relentlessly. They might tell themselves they are enemies, but what’s happening here tells a completely different story.
Ethan’s constant pounding quickly derails my train of thoughts, his thickness obliterating any semblance of rational thought inside of me. I can’t think straight, not now. The only thing I can do is submit to the way my body is readying itself to come all over again, the last wave of pleasure still receding over my mind.