by Alexis Angel
“You wanted us to share… And that’s exactly what we’re going to do,” Madden says, lowering his voice until it becomes a whisper. Placing his hand on the nape of my neck, he grabs me by the hair and forces me to throw my head back. I keep my eyes on his all the same, grinning wildly like a little girl on Christmas’ morning. And, really, this feels a lot like Christmas - except I’m not a little girl anymore and, instead of getting socks from relatives, I get two handsome men. Ah, screw it, this is way better than Christmas.
This time, I’m the one taking the initiative - I place both my hands on Madden’s face and pull him toward me, crushing my mouth against his. Opening my mouth, I allow my tongue to wrestle against his, spreading my legs wide so that he can stand between them.
Tristan remains by my side, and I feel one of his hands wandering up my back; there, he grabs the zipper of my dress and starts pulling it down, the fabric parting to reveal my naked skin.
“You’re so fucking hard to resist, Megan,” Madden says as he pulls back from me, coming up for air. “I want you so fucking much,” he continues, the flames in his eyes growing.
“That makes two of us,” Tristan adds, grabbing the fabric of my dress and pulling on it. I let out a subtle moan as he bunches up the dress around my waist, my La Pearl lace bra coming into sight. Their eyes go straight for my breasts, and they reach for them at the same time - Tristan goes for the right one, and Madden for the left. They squeeze them eagerly, their fingers grasping at the edge of the cups, and they pull them down at the same time. My nipples harden up as the air in the room caresses them, and I just can’t help but take both hands behind my back to unclasp my bra; they do the rest, yanking the whole thing off me with one sudden movement.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Madden says the moment his eyes fall upon my naked breasts and, giving me no time for a reply, he squeezes my left breast and dives into it with his open mouth. He wraps his lips around my rosy tip, sucking it into his mouth while he traces long, wide circles around it with his tongue.
“I usually don’t agree with him,” Tristan whispers, smiling softly, “but he’s right. You’re beautiful, Megan. More than beautiful, you’re perfect.”
“Just kiss me already,” I tell him with my hoarse voice, my throat suddenly feeling dry. I throw my arm around his neck and pull him into me, my eyelids drooping as our mouths enter a collision course. The moment our lips touch, Madden replaces his lips with his teeth and starts nibbling at my nipple, doing it softly enough not to hurt… but hard enough to allow a burning sensation to climb from my breasts all the way to my brain.
With his free hand, he squeezes my other breast while he keeps the pressure on my nipple, nibbling and sucking at it eagerly. And the harder he does it, the crazier my kiss with Tristan becomes. Our tongues dance and wrestle, our lips smacking together over and over again.
“Oh,” I cry out all of a sudden, ending my kiss with Tristan as Madden moves fast, letting go of my breast and taking his hand between my thighs. He doesn’t build-up to it - he just slides his hand under my dress and flattens it against my wet thong, pressing so hard that I see bright lights behind my eyes.
He starts rubbing my pussy, moving his hand up and down, and I purse my lips as I feel sweet pleasure coursing through my veins.
Surprising me, Tristan places his hand on my knee and slides it up to my inner thigh, pressing against my pussy over Madden’s hand. Now, with both men teasing my pussy, I truly don’t know what to think or do. This is just beyond the realm of… well, everything. I mean, I dreamed of something like this, but I never thought it could actually happen.
But, in a way, it makes sense.
You see, even though Tristan and Madden seem to be so different, they’re actually more similar to one another than they’d admit. How do I know it? Well, I’ve shared an intimate moment (you know what I’m talking about, so let’s just skip the details) with each one of them, and I saw their true selves when it happened… I’ve peered into their souls, and what I saw there made me happy.
More than getting hard because of the way I look, the two of them seem to actually care for me. Maybe they’re just playing the game, that’s always a possibility, but deep down I know it’s gotta be more than that.
I want you to fuck me, I almost say out loud, my thoughts spiraling out of control. I manage to shut up at the last second, trapping the words inside my mouth and offering them no way out as I purse my lips. God, I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to handle all this temptation… I mean, I’m only human!
“Let’s get this out of the way,” Tristan suddenly breathes out, taking his hand out of my pussy and grabbing my bunched up dress. Madden does the same, hooking his fingers on the fabric and pulling it further down; placing my hands on the counter, I lift my ass up and allow them to undress me, the velvety fabric caressing the skin of my legs on the way down.
When I sit back down on the counter, I’m only wearing my thong, my almost naked body exposed to them. I watch as they both let their gaze fall down to my pussy, the fabric of my thong becoming more and more drenched with each passing second.
“You can do more than just look, you know?” I tease them, and my words seem to have an effect on Madden. With his hands on my legs, he goes down on one knee, his eyes never leaving my pussy as he does it.
Reaching for me with his mouth, he rests his lips over my inner thighs and starts kissing my skin softly. I place one hand on his head, my fingers running through his hair as I feel the gentle touch of his lips. Each kiss he lays on my skin takes him closer to my pussy and then, doing it so fast I feel a surge of adrenaline rushing through my bloodstream, he presses his mouth against my wet thong. Sucking hard on my pussy over the fabric, he then eases up and grabs my underwear with his teeth, slowly pulling it down my legs.
I lift my ass up again, allowing him to pull my thong down, and I sigh heavily as I feel the nakedness of my own pussy.
“That pussy is going to be the end of me, Megan,” Tristan says, placing one hand between my breasts and allowing his fingers to slide down to my stomach. Then, slowing down, he places two fingers over my clit and presses down on it.
At the same time, I feel Madden’s lips brushing their way up my thighs again and, next thing I know, he has already crushed his hungry mouth against my pussy lips. Tilting his head slightly sideways, he sucks my folds into his mouth and runs his tongue up and down their length, mercilessly working on me until I don’t even know if I should moan or scream.
Tristan keeps on rubbing my clit, his fingers dancing over it masterfully. Using his free hand, he takes his fingers to my breast and squeezes it, my flesh shifting under his touch. Leaning in, he then guides his mouth down, parting his lips and wrapping them around my burning nipple. He takes it into his mouth and sucks, his teeth brushing slightly against it.
“Oh, that’s good,” I moan, not sure if I’m complimenting Tristan or Madden. Lifting my legs, I throw them over Madden’s shoulders and lock them over his shoulder blades, keeping his head trapped between my thighs. The moment I do it, he just presses his mouth harder against my pussy, the pressure of his lips and tongue making flames of utter delight climb up from my spine and into my brain.
Throwing my head back, I close my eyes and let a smile take over my lips, pleasure dancing inside my head. I still can’t believe this is happening, you know? I mean, how in the hell did I manage to make them agree to this? They’re like two wolves, possessive and aggressive, and somehow they’ve made the decision to share me instead of baring their teeth and snarling at each other.
“Come here,” I whisper suddenly, my lips aching for a kiss. Leaning further back, I take my nipple out of Tristan’s mouth and place my elbows down on the counter; he follows after me and I lace one arm around his neck, reeling him in and smacking my lips against his.
I kiss him as I sway my hips from side to side, still rubbing my pussy against Madden; I can already feel a slight pressure growing inside me, one tha
t’s making my muscles tense up like the string of a violin, stretched tight to the point of snapping.
“Ah,” I exhale sharply, biting Tristan’s lower lip as I moan, arching my back fast. A column of fire seems to descend down my spine, and my pussy feels as if someone submerged it down into an ocean of ecstasy. “OH GOD,” I shout at the top of my lungs, thrusting hard against Madden as I come.
Ecstasy makes my heart flutter and, for a small moment in time, I stop hearing and seeing - I can only feel. And, Jesus, what I feel is so intense that I have no idea how my brain’s processing it.
“You, guys… You’re a talented team,” I laugh, looking from one to the other as Madden pulls his mouth back from my pussy.
“And we’re just getting started,” Madden chuckles, his lips glistening from my creamy juices. “We can keep doing this forever, you know?” He teases me, allowing his tongue out of his mouth and flicking it up the length of my pussy. I shudder slightly as he does it, my skin prickling, and then just grin at him.
“Now that’s something I can agree with,” Tristan nods, the hunger in his eyes making him look even more handsome than he already is.
“Unless you’re already spent,” Madden continues, amusement making his lips curl into a mischievous smile.
“Spent?” I laugh back at him, sitting up on the counter and taking my legs off of his shoulder. Reaching for him, I place two fingers under his chin and make him go up to his feet. I brush my lips against his, tasting the flavor of my own pussy in his mouth, and only then do I continue speaking. “It takes a lot more than that to exhaust me, you know?”
“Now that’s what I wanted to hear,” he whispers, tangling his fingers on my hair and pressing his body against mine. I gasp as I feel my tits pinned against his chest, his crotch dangerously close to my pussy. Looking down, I can see his cock pushing back against the fabric of his pants, and I simply can’t stop myself from taking one hand there and giving his huge member one hard squeeze. “You like that?” He asks me, the devil’s voice in his lips. “You can have it, you know? All of it.”
“You can have whatever you want from us,” Tristan says, joining the conversation. I look at him, feeling my mouth going dry, and I take my free hand to his crotch, curling my fingers around the thick shape under his pants. Holding both their cocks in my hand, my heart starts hammering anxiously against my chest, and my brain starts spinning out of control.
Here I am, completely naked and at the mercy of the two most handsome men on Earth. Their cocks are hard and ready, and all I have to do is tell them that, yes, I want them to fuck me. And, swear to God, I want to do that so fucking bad. I don’t think I’ve ever felt a desire so intense like this.
But no - I can’t fold right now. I’ve made it this far, and I’m not giving up.
Letting go of their cocks, I place my hands on the counter and slide down from it; walking past both men, I let a sigh escape my lips as I walk across the kitchen. I need to take a moment right now, or else I don’t know what I’ll do.
“Where are you going?” Tristan asks me, but I just turn on my heels and grab one of the chairs close to the small side table. I sit down on it, facing both men, and then throw the devil’s smile at them.
“I’m going nowhere,” I purr, running my hands up the side of my body and placing them over my breasts. I mash them together, my eyes never leaving his, and they start walking toward me, their eyes widening as that raging hunger takes over them again. “And neither are you. Take your shirts off,” I tell them, surprising myself with the commanding tone of my voice.
They exchange a quick glance, and what do you know? They obey me - raising their hands slowly, they start unbuttoning their shirts, revealing their toned chest to me. I watch them do it in silence, and now I feel my lips going dry as their abs come into sight, perfect squares of muscles that look like a top-of-the-shelves washboard.
“What now?” Madden asks me as he pushes the shirt down his arms, and I can tell that he’s dying to hear my next command.
“Now...” I say, running the tip of my tongue over my lips. “Your belts, unbuckle them.”
“Bossy. I like that,” Tristan chuckles as he takes his fingers to his belt and unbuckles it, my eyes following every motion of their hands. They pull their zippers down, and my heart skips a beat as their cotton boxer briefs come into sight, their hard cocks stretching the fabric thin.
Taking their shoes off and kicking them to the side, they then push their pants down their legs and step out of them. Now standing only in their boxer briefs, I have to fight against the urge to crawl up to them and rip that last piece of clothing off their bodies.
Ah, but why fight such a beautiful urge?
“Come closer,” I whisper, and their feet carry them to me. They stop just a few steps away from me, but they’re close enough for me to raise my arms and reach for them with my open hands. I flatten them over their boxer briefs, exhaling sharply as I feel the warmness of their cocks, and then I curl my fingers over the edge of their underwear.
Holding my breath now, I start pulling their boxer briefs down. Their cocks spring free in a heartbeat and, before I can stop myself, I’ve already slid down the chair. I kneel right in front of them and push their boxers down their legs, then taking a moment to look at them in all of their naked glory.
More than just men, they look like a sculpture. They’re a living and breathing piece of art, there’s no doubt in my mind about it. Each muscle in their bodies seems to have been etched by the scalpel of a sculptor from the Renaissance, and their cocks are simply God’s gift to women.
“Enjoying the sights?” Madden chuckles, and I raise my gaze to meet his.
“Yes. Just like you,” I shoot back at him, fully knowing that he simply can’t stop himself from staring at my naked body, his eyes going from my face to my breasts and pussy, repeating that cycle over and over again.
“Now, let’s see how far you’re willing to go when it comes to sharing,” I continue, raising my arms and placing one finger over the tip of their cocks. I move my fingers down the length of their shaft, my pressure soft and gentle, and then I bring them back up. I do that a few times, driving them completely mad, and only then do I curl the rest of my fingers around the thickness of their shafts.
Flicking my wrists, I stroke them softly, allowing the rhythm of my hands to develop naturally. I keep my eyes trained on their cocks, but I can still hear their breathing growing more heavy and ragged. Leaning in toward Tristan’s cock, I part my lips and rest them over the head of his cock, licking his pre-cum with the tip of my tongue. I roll my lips down until I engulf his whole tip; then, instead of rolling my lips down, I pop his cock out of my mouth and turn my attention toward Madden.
He rests his hands on my head as my lips touch him, and I do the same thing I did with Tristan, slowly taking the tip of his cock into my mouth. I keep on switching from one cock to the other and, while my mouth takes care of one, my hand takes care of the other.
“Are you trying to make me go crazy?” Madden suddenly blurts out, yanking on my hair and forcing me to stop altogether. “I want that mouth,” he continues, desire making his words burn.
“Then why don’t you take it?” I tease him with a soft purr, and he narrows his eyes slightly. I can almost see the gears turning inside his head as he realizes what I’ve just told him.
“I can do that,” he says in a single breath and then, keeping my head in place, he grabs his cock with his free hand and presses its tip against my lips. Opening my lips, I allow him inside of me and he thrusts hard. His long inches slide over my tongue in a hurry, and he only stops when the tip of his cock is pressed tight against the back of my throat.
I let a moan climb up my throat, and the sound of it travels over the length of his shaft. Tightening his hold on my hair, he starts rocking his hips, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth fast.
Still grabbing Tristan’s cock with one hand, I stroke him with the same rhythm with which Madden is f
ucking my mouth. He closes his eyes and sighs heavily, the tension in his body making his muscles bulge; I let my eyes wander over to his abs, and my insides clench as I see his muscles stretching his skin thin. If I didn’t have my mouth full, I’d lick these sweet abs right now.
“So… fucking… tight,” Madden groans as he keeps pistoning into my mouth, and I feel a slight spasm running over his shaft. He slows down shortly after, and I can tell that he’s trying not to cum yet.
“Tired already?” I tease him as he slides his cock out of my mouth, and this time he doesn’t even reply. He just looks at me with an expression of unbridled desire, and I realize that he didn’t stop because he didn’t want to cum - he stopped because he was about to lose control.
“After that tight mouth of yours,” he finally says, breathing hard, “I just can’t help but wonder how tight your pussy is.”
“Then you’ll keep wondering,” I shoot back at him without even thinking, and then grab his cock with one hand. Turning my attention toward Tristan, I dive into him with my mouth open and impale my head on his huge member. I bob my head back and forth as fast as I can, savoring the way his thickness pushes my jaw to the very limit.
I keep on sucking and stroking for a long time, my body being steered by instinct, and then a sudden thought pierces the stillness in my mind.
Deciding to test their limits, I take Tristan’s cock out of my mouth and, gripping their members tightly, I pull them close to one another. They step forward hesitantly, but they don’t fight back - the glistening tips of their cocks are just one inch apart, and so I lean in and flick my tongue at them. I feel my lips brushing against both their cocks at the same time and, allowing a moment of insanity to take over me, I tug on their shafts hard and force them to press their cocks together.
Giving them no time to react, I open my mouth as wide as I can and engulf their tips with my lips. I don’t know how I do it but, somehow, I manage to have both their cocks inside my mouth at the same time. They’re pulsing against each other, and against my tongue and the inside of my cheeks, and they’re filling me up so perfectly that I can’t even bob my head. I just remain still, the only thing moving in my body being my tongue. It laps against their cocks eagerly, running around them fast... and they seem to be enjoying it.
