by Alexa Anna
“I want you both,” she says, the shyness gradually falling away from her. But the innocence, no, she can’t leave that. We’re going to have to take that away from her for her. But that’s a job that we’re more than capable of doing.
She keeps making out with the both of us, switching between us. I love the feeling of her hot mouth on mine, but I don’t mind at all when Jake switches her head back to him. I love the feeling of her skin on my mouth, the soft delicious skin of her neck. I bite her ever so gently and she’s starting to moan now.
I let my hands drift down around her ass, squeezing her, massaging her, feeling her, drinking her all in. I run my hands down her legs as far as I can, squeezing her muscular, perfect thighs, so shapely, so perfect. What’s between them is going to be the ultimate treasure, the perfect place to bury my cock, deep inside her.
“I can’t wait to taste your tight little pussy,” growls Jake. He’s breathing heavy, getting turned on.
She’s breathing heavy too; the moans escaping her mouth are already loud. I can only imagine what she’s going to sound like when we get deep inside her, or when her mouth is sinking down along my cock. I can tell she’s the type of woman who’s going to love it when my cock is in her mouth, just fucking love it.
She looks drunk with desire.
There’s no one else in the bar. It’s completely empty, with the lights dimmed.
I glance around quickly, looking for a more comfortable spot for the three of us.
There’s a cushioned bench in a booth, there’s the bar, made out of hard wood, of course, and there’s a pool table.
Might as well take advantage of each, I think to myself. No sense in limiting ourselves to just one option, however well it might work for us.
In this moment, my mind is completely fixed on sex, completely fixed on her body, completely focused on getting inside her, completely obsessed with the idea of giving her as much pleasure as I can… as much pleasure as the two of us can.
The rest of my life falls away from me. I don’t think about how we’re practically at war with some unknown but highly dangerous gangsters. I don’t think about how a single wrong move could send both Jake and I back into jail for who knows how long. I don’t think about the time we spent in jail, and I don’t think about the bustling business we both lost, looking at our life’s work running down the drain. And I don’t think about my childhood, with my alcoholic dad, or my time in the military, or my fallen comrades.
It’s a sense of peace that comes with my desire for her. The rest is just turmoil, just noise that interferes with what’s important right now, and that’s her.
“I want to taste your cock,” she says, the shyness coming back just a little in her voice. But she said it. That’s a huge start. A step in the right direction, as they might say.
Jake can’t help but laughing. “That’s what I like to hear,” he says.
She blushes at expressing herself so clearly.
“Let me help you,” I growl at her. My voice is low with desire. My cock is raging hard.
I pick her up easily in my arms and place her on the bar, on her back, lying with her legs spread open. They seem to fall open on their own. She wants us, and she wants us between her legs.
She’s wearing a tight t-shirt that really shows her breasts. She’s wearing tight jeans that show her curves perfectly.
The bar is somewhat low, and she’s right at our cock level.
Jake stands to her side, facing the bar.
She turns her head, her beautiful hair flowing around her head, making her look like a pinup girl, hair flowing on the pillow, ready to receive, ready to be taken.
I stand back for a moment as Jake unhitches his big belt and unzips his pants.
He pulls out his massive cock (mine’s just as large, though), thick and meaty and rock hard, just like I am.
“You want a taste of this?” he says, looking down at her.
Her eyes grow big at the sight of his cock. It’s right towards her face, pointing at her.
I don’t even know if she’s seen a naked, erect cock in real life, let alone one as big as Jake’s.
But there’s desire in her eyes. Her breasts are rising and falling with her rapid breathing.
She moves her head over, craning her neck, and takes the swollen head of his cock between her plump lips.
Jake lets out a sigh of relief, the tension starting to get some relief.
I know that feeling well, the incredible sexual pressure building, building, and building, feeling like release is so, so close. Sweet release.
She loves it, loves his cock. She cranes her neck farther, pushing her mouth down around his thick cock, taking almost the entire thing in her mouth.
“Fast learner,” growls Jake, giving me a wink.
“I think it’s time she sees what it’s like herself,” I say.
She’s on the end of the bar, and I move over to the spot where her feet are, where her legs are spread. Behind her jeans, I can imagine that her pussy is wet and hot, ready for me to take a taste, ready for my cock to sink deep inside her.
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I love the feeling of his big, wide cock in my little mouth. I run my head up and down, and Jake gently puts his hands on my head and guides me, essentially showing me how to do it.
I look up at him with wide eyes. I can see the desire he has for me. I can see the way he looks at my body and it just turns me on, making me feel perfect, special, desired.
I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe I’m about to have sex for not only the first time, but I’m going to be fucked by two guys, not just one. Two huge muscular guys with tattoos who don’t take shit from anyone else, two huge muscular guys who rescued me from gangsters. Two huge guys who seem to be on the grey side of the law, the grey side between right and wrong.
But I don’t care if it’s right of if it’s wrong that I’m going to fuck them. I just know that I want it, and I want them, no matter whether it’s right or wrong. I don’t care about what other people think, not that they’re going to know. After all, how would anyone find out? Jake and Luke are new in the area, and I don’t think they know anyone at the bar. I’ve never seen them in here before, after all.
Jake pulls his shirt off over his head, revealing more tattoos and an incredibly ripped body. His abs seem to go from his waist all the way to the sky. There’s at least six sets, but it almost seems like more, maybe an 8 pack, if that’s even possible. His muscles seem to glisten and gleam. He’s cut, chiseled, from hours in the gym, or just good genes.
His jawline is cut and he’s got a little bit of stubble that drives me crazy.
Suddenly, I realize I don’t even know the basic mechanics of what I’m about to do. I mean, sure, I’ve fantasized about this. I’m even watched videos, with two guys and one girl. I mean, who hasn’t been a little curious, and done some internet searching? The videos were hot, but I… I don’t know if I’m ready for them to be both inside me at the same time.
But they said they’d go easy on me.
Luke is in front of me, facing me. He’s massaging my legs, pulling them further apart.
Now, he pushes my legs together, and goes with his hands to the waistband of my pants.
I see what he wants to do, and I help him, unbuttoning my tight jeans for him, so that he can tug my pants down. He pulls them to my knees, stares greedily at my bare thighs, and my panties, and then with a single final yank, pulls my jeans clean off.
He’s licking my legs, and I’m moaning without thinking about it, apparently in anticipation of what’s to come.
Luke’s tongue is rough and soft at the same time, making broad strokes. I can only start to imagine what it’s going to feel like when he licks me finally right between my legs, in my hot, wet, warm spot that’s just getting wetter by the minute.
I bring my hands back up to Jake’s cock, gripping the base firmly, wrapping both hands around the incredible thickness. He’s gripping my head delicately
, as if I’m a piece of china that might break. I love the way they’re so tough and decisive, but at the same time so gentle. Gentle but firm, and sexy as hell. Jake’s thrusting into my mouth, bucking his hips from where he stands.
I’ve never been more ready for Luke. This is the moment.
His hands go under my panties’ waistband, and now he pulls them off. I squeeze my knees together so he can pull them off easily.
I give him a look that says, “Yes, I need you now. Lick me. Eat me out.”
I nod my head at him, not breaking eye contact.
He knows what I want, and he wants the same thing.
He’s eager to taste me. I can see it on his face.
He pulls his shirt off, revealing an equally chiseled torso. His upper body is a massive V shape, with huge shoulders and a thin tapered waist, his abdomen glistening with rippled muscles. He’s got tattoos, some of which are the same as Luke’s and some are wildly different. They’re all artistic, with colors, but some are almost crude, like they’ve been done in prison, perhaps.
Luke bends over me. I’m on my back on the bar, arching my back, sticking my chest up.
Luke buries his head between my legs. He goes slowly, licking me right around my pussy, delicately, showing me what he’s going to do.
The first lick connects my outer lips, moving his rough tongue ever so gently.
I moan in anticipation. A slight wave of pleasure courses through me, just from this movement, this brief small point of contact.
His tongue now moves more towards my center, penetrating me. It feels like his tongue is rounded around, curled up a little so that it can enter me ever so slightly.
I gasp with the contact. No one has ever touched me here before, not with a finger and not with a tongue. Only me, although to be fair I’ve touched myself here many, many times. Who hasn’t?
I love the feeling of Jake’s cock in my mouth, my hands gripping it, combined with Luke licking me.
Luke’s tongue is moving faster now, and my legs start to squirm involuntarily and my back arches even more, pushing my breasts higher towards the celling, higher towards Jake, who seizes the opportunity to massage my breasts, cupping them in one of his big, strong hands.
Luke teases me with kisses, before finally plunging in and really going at it.
I gasp and moan as he works at me with his tongue. He’s moved up slightly to my most sensitive area, causing intense pleasure that fills me up, creating a pressure. This is so much different from pleasuring myself, so much more intense, so much more real, so much more personal. This is my fantasy being played out in reality. I almost have to remind myself of this fact, lest I forget it and think that I’m all alone again. But I can’t even begin to think that. Luke and Jake remind me with every thrust, with every lick, with every hand on me, that this is real and this is really happening.
Luke’s tongue started out gently, now it’s moving rapidly, lapping and kissing my most sensitive spot, my hot cherry pink button.
My hands move instinctively away from Jake’s cock, taking them from the base. I feel already a bit of longing for his cock in my hands.
But I do it automatically. I move my hands to Luke’s head, pulling him hard and down into me, pressing his head against me.
I squeeze my legs around his head, trying to make it so the pleasure will never end.
But the pleasure is building, building towards an impossibly high crescendo, towards a peak of some impossibly great sensation.
I wrap my legs around Luke’s back and he leans further into me.
I’m bucking my hips, writhing around. My back is arching and my hips are moving, bringing me rhythmically and cyclically farther towards Luke’s mouth, towards his tongue.
He’s moving fast, and now he inserts his finger into me. First one, and now two. Inside me, deep inside me, doing something with his fingers that I don’t even know how to do.
The peak hits me unexpectedly. A moment later, the pleasure bursts, a huge cascade of overwhelming pleasure rushing through me, like a fountain.
I gasp, and without realizing it, I’m crying out, moaning loudly, almost shouting in pleasure.
I thrust my head down onto Jake’s cock in my mouth, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat, which only turns me on more.
My hips are writhing and Luke’s showing no signs of stopping.
The pleasure feels like it’s going to burst through my chest. This is the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced by a factor of… I don’t even know. A thousand?
It’s all over before I realize it, but it never completely fades.
I’m satisfied, but not satisfied. I want more. I want their cocks. I want a cock inside me, deep inside me, buried to the hilt, completely overtaking me with length and girth. I want to feel that full sensation I’ve dared to dream about.
Luke removes his head between my legs as I release him. I didn’t even realize I was squeezing him so tightly.
Luke looks down at me and grins a wicked grin. There’s lust and desire in his eyes. And I feel the same way.
Jake gives him the nod, his cock still in my mouth.
I’ve got both my hands back on Jake’s cock, using my fists to furiously jerk him off towards the base of his cock, with the final half still in my mouth.
I take his cock out for a moment.
“That was incredible,” I say to both of them.
“I know,” growls Luke.
He looks impossibly hot, his torso glistening.
He’s removing his pants already, buckling his belt, unzipping his fly, and pulling his pants and underwear off in the same sexy, manly motion. He’s sure of himself, sure of what he’s doing, and sure of who he is.
“I want you inside me,” I say. “Deep inside me.” My voice is barely above a sultry whisper, my breathing hot and heavy.
“Don’t worry,” says Luke. “I’ll be gentle.”
The two of them have their hands on my shirt, and they help me pull it off my head. I long in this brief moment for Jake’s cock again, which I’m separated from.
But a moment later I have it back in my hands and back in my mouth.
I’m sitting up now, bent over Jake’s cock. Luke unstraps my bra from behind and it falls down from around my breasts with his help.
My bare breasts are out, and Jake and Luke can’t keep their hands off of them. My nipples are rock hard, and each stroke of their hands on my breasts sends me closer to my next orgasm, the one I know is coming, the one I can feel deep in my loins, the one that’s going to blow the last one away.
I lie back down, my back flat on the bar. It’s hard and cool, but I don’t care. I just want his cock.
The three of us scoot down on the bar, so Luke can get onto the bar himself. He gets on top of me, and for a second, I’m overwhelmed by the presence of his huge, powerful body so close to mine, wrapped around me, enveloping me almost completely.
But I love it. I feel safe, secure, protected.
Jake’s cock is harder than ever in my mouth, and I wonder if it might burst soon.
I hear the foil of what must be a condom wrapper.
“Don’t worry,” says Luke. “I’m using protection.”
He’s some kind of expert at getting it on. I don’t even notice.
My legs are wide open, on either side of him.
I can feel his huge, dense muscles pressed into me.
A moment later, I feel the huge head of his cock pressing against me, teasing me.
I long for it.
I cry out, or try to, my sound muffled by Jake’s cock.
I want him in me. I need him in me.
A moment later, it’s inside. He moves slowly, pressing down with his hips, thrusting ever so slowly and gently, but with great power.
Something bursts in me, a brief moment of pain, and now the pain fades into pure pleasure, immense pleasure down in my groin, coming right from his cock.
I feel connected with him like I’ve never felt con
nected with anyone before.
He’s moving back and forth, in and out, slowly.
His hands are on my breasts, and so are Jake’s.
I’m overwhelmed by the two cocks.
He’s increasing his speed, thrusting into me.
He’s grunting now. His huge arms are on either side of me, bracing himself as he penetrates me.
I never thought it could feel this good, this intense.
I never thought I’d be doing this. Two men…
In perfect timing with my thoughts, I detect a nod between Jake and Luke, and Luke pulls from me.
I instantly miss his cock. I want him back inside me.
But Jake’s pulling his cock from my mouth. For a second, I’m overwhelmed with my desire for their hard shafts, to have them within reach, to have them inside me.
“Don’t you want to try me inside you?” growls Jake.
I nod my head eagerly, looking him directly in the eyes.
“Let’s go over to the pool table,” growls Jake.
Jake and Luke both pick me up. In both their arms, I’m light as a feather, completely naked in the bar that I tend during the evenings, the deserted bar. Who would have ever thought this would happen to me in my bar? Who would have ever thought I’d be doing this? I’d be the last person to think I’d be entering into my deepest and most secret fantasy.
They lay me gently down on the pool table, which is warm, soft, the felt pleasing on my naked skin.
“Let’s give you another angle,” growls Luke, helping me to roll over onto my stomach. My breasts are pressed flat against the table, squished comfortably, squished, dare I say, sexually?
My stomach and breasts are pressing into the table, but my legs are draping down over the edge, with my ass right on the edge.
This means Jake can stand and enter me from behind.
I gasp as Jake comes at me from behind, the foil wrapper crinkling, the head of his cock a moment later pressing against me, the head entering my open lips.