by Dark Angel
A tidal wave of endorphins engulfs me, all thoughts vanishing from my mind. As I come, it’s as if my body and mind become meaningless concepts and I’m just a vessel for the most hedonist pleasures of life, namely Ethan and Colt. I can’t even call what I’m feeling pleasure - no, it’s something else entirely. Rapture, ecstasy, transcendence - it’s all that and then some.
God, I love my life.
I exhale hard, trying to catch my breath as I feel Colt’s body still swaying against mine as Ethan pounds him. Colt is gritting his teeth, breathing out sharply as all of his muscles tense up. I look in pure delight as his biceps bulge, hardening from stone into diamond.
I move my hips forwards, allowing Colt’s cock to slide out of me, and escape from his hold. Ethan doesn’t even notice it, completely lost in Colt’s body; he keeps thrusting, slamming his cock repeatedly inside the ass of a man he once called an enemy. Funny how life goes sometimes. Suddenly, Ethan allows a muffled grunt to escape his pursed lips as he approaches the edge of climax.
“Boys,” I purr, making them turn their heads to me. I go to my knees, throwing my head back and pushing my hair over my shoulders. “Come for me.”
The same grin appears on both men’s lips at the same time and, in an instant, Ethan’s whole length pops out of Colt’s ass. They turn to me then, their cocks pulsing as hard as they ever have. With a wanton smile, I take my hands to their pulsing members and start stroking them, ready to drive them over the edge. It doesn’t take long - no more than ten strokes in and I feel their cocks twitching abruptly.
Ethan cums first, a white rope of semen hitting me square in the face. Not one second after that, Colt gushes into me, warm strands of semen hitting me on the mouth, and I have to lick my lips dry, scooping up a few drops of it into my mouth. In a torrent, their cum keeps gushing all over me, dripping down my face and chest. I open my mouth wide, allowing for it to land on it and coat my tongue as well.
I’m covered with their cum as it coats my neck and chest, streaming down my body in lascivious rivulets.
I look at Ethan and Colt - their eyes are fogged with lust as they stare at me, their cocks still dribbling cum onto my body in much smaller spurts. I get a wicked thought and give them an evil smile as I take my hands to my cum-covered breasts, squeezing and massaging them while I mix their semen. Their gooey juices covers my skin and I take what they both gave me into one. I rub their cum all over my chest and tits, and then brush my fingers over my face, my skin feeling slick and glistening.
When I realize what I’m doing, I slowly use my index to scoop up their thick cream - now mixed as one and bring it to my mouth. I lick my finger clean and begin helping myself to the feast. Ethan and Colt watch me, hypnotized. My eyes jump eagerly from Ethan to Colt as I place my fingers inside my mouth, sucking them dry while their cocks give their last and final spasms.
They continue to watch me as I play with their juices that they’ve given me. Their cocks twitch and I’m betting they’re ready to go again.
But first, there’s something I need to do.
I get up, my skin prickling as all that semen drips down to between my thighs. I lean into Ethan, kissing him on the lips, and then do the same with Colt. They don’t flinch at their own taste, they simply embrace it.
Oh my God, it seems like all this started an eternity ago. They were rivals, and I just wanted them between the sheets, nothing more than that. Now look at us… We’ve grown together and shed all layers of insecurity that held us back. We are three but, at the same time, we are one.
I can’t help but smile as my eyes wander over their naked bodies, knowing that as long we remain together we’ll be unstoppable. Inside the field and between the sheets.
I’m Juliana Heaton, and I may be a bad girl. But I’m also the happiest woman alive.
Trust me.
SportsNation
Welcome to SportsNation - I'm your host for the evening, Patsy Brooks. Thank you for joining us for this special edition post-Super Bowl broadcast. With me, I have three very special guests, starting quarterback for the New York Nailers, Colt Stackford, Ethan Blake, defensive end, and Julianna Heaton, the team owner.
Guys, welcome to the show.
Julianna: Thank you for having us.
Patsy: So, you guys must be flying now. What was it? Only several weeks ago you were getting smashed to bits by the media, and now, you're Super Bowl champions.
Colt: I mean, come on, how could you believe anything differently? We're the fucking Nailers.
Ethan: Colt, you can't swear on television. Jesus, they're going to get a fine.
Patsy: It's okay, Ethan, we've taken out special insurance before the three of you got here against any possible FCC fines...we've learned our lesson.
Julianna: I can never take them anywhere nice! They end up breaking everything.
Patsy (laughing): That's what you get when you fall in love with two men, darling. And both men happen to be in peak physical condition.
Colt: I think she wants in on the action, babe.
Julianna (smiling): Maybe in a bonus chapter, hon. Not right now on national television. I think we've all been a bit over-exposed.
Patsy: So speaking of which, Ethan, Colt, tell us a bit about your win? What was going through your heads?
Ethan (deep sigh, in serious thought): Well, we definitely went in with a chip on our shoulders, as you know. But it was actually something really great. After the press conference that we had where we sacked AJ, it was as if a renewed vitality had gone through the team. We clicked instantly. Coach Karl has been great - he's sort of emerged as this wise father figure to us and we were able to execute his strategies to maximum advantage. And quite honestly, once we had gotten rid of the demons that had been plaguing us; even those that were there before Colt and I joined the Nailers; we were pretty much unstoppable.
Colt: Fuck, yeah! What that douchebag Ethan said. Except he forgets my game-winning 90-yard touchdown pass...
Ethan: It's kind of easy to forget, Colt. That's because it happened in the second quarter.
Patsy (laughing): So Julianna, tell us what your next plans are. You're definitely an inspiration to all women everywhere. You've conquered the NFL. You've gotten a championship ring. There's even talk in some circles of you becoming Commissioner.
Julianna (smiling): Well, Commissioner certainly would be interesting, but I really want to build up the franchise first before I think of anything else. My father coached this team his entire life and slowly built it up to what it is today. And Coach Karl has been a tremendous steward and I want to continue working with him. We had our bumps at first. But I've really come to rely on his guidance and counsel. I want to make sure that the changes and ideas he has gets implemented.
Patsy: Any clue as to what they may be?
Julianna: He's had this marvelous idea for a new passing game that could potentially revolutionize the way football is played for years to come. Similar to the West Coast offense. I want to try implementing it next season and see how it does against the other teams.
Patsy: And other teams are definitely looking to see what the Nailers are doing. There's talk of people trying to copy your success.
Colt: And why wouldn't they? Less than three fucking months ago we were getting ass-fucked by the press, losing a game by huge fucking numbers. I think we lost to the LA Lickers by like 21 points. But then look at us now? We fucking turned shit around and won the Super Bowl.
Ethan: I don't think any level of insurance you have is going to protect your network from Colt...
Patsy (laughing): I think America can make an exception for its favorite family. And you guys are a family unit now?
Julianna (smiling): That's right. We're all three of us co-habitating together as of tomorrow in a new apartment at the Dakota.
Patsy: Congratulations.
Ethan: Thanks. It's going to be a learning experience. None of us have lived together with another person ever.
Julianna
(taking Colt and Ethan by the hands): But we love each other. So we're not worried at all.
Colt: Plus, if any of us piss each other off, we can just fuck it out.
Patsy (wincing): Thanks, Colt, I think. And how has this relationship changed your off-field fan base for you and Ethan? I imagine not as many groupies and fans coming up to you now?
Ethan: Actually, if you can believe this, it's gotten a lot more intense. People camp out now to get spots to see us practice. They try touching us wherever we go just to be able to say they felt us. Our fans are very generous with their good wishes and honestly, it's really moving. Remember, I've never been someone who interacted with fans as much as, say, Colt...
Patsy: Interacting being a euphemism I take it.
Colt: Let's just get down to the real word, yeah? I fucked any woman that wanted a piece of me.
Ethan: As I was saying, I haven't partaken in as much as Colt, but the genuine love and affection of the fans for the three of us is overwhelming at times.
Colt: But our cocks belong to Julianna now.
Ethan: And we wouldn't have it any other way.
Patsy (smiling to Julianna): Seems like you have a life that only the ladies of America could dream of.
Julianna (smiling): I'm lucky. I have two men that I love. And they love me. Every day is a new day to me.
Patsy: Seems like you three will be very happy together.
Colt: Four, right?
Patsy(confused): I don't understand.
Ethan: Jesus Christ, can't you keep your mouth shut, Colt, for one thing? One secret?
Julianna (laughing): It's okay. Really. Well, Patsy, I guess you heard it here. The three of us are very happy together, but we're soon to be expecting a fourth. A little guy or girl for us to take care of.
Patsy: Oh my God! Congratulations!
Julianna: Thank you!
Ethan: Thank you!
Patsy: Who's the father?
Julianna: We decided we didn't want to know. We're going to love him or her just as much.
Colt: But we know it's really probably me. I mean, I'm a potent force in the reproductive field. My little guys destroy Ethan's any day of the week....
Ethan (laughing: As Julianna was saying, we decided we don't want to know. We don't think it's important.
Colt: Because in the end, we love each other.
The three hold hands and smile in genuine affection to each other, their gazes lingering on Julianna.
Patsy: Well, I wish you all the best and congratulations once again. Thank you for being on and we'll see you next season.
Coming up, stay tuned for our highlights of this season as well as our predictions on the New York Nailers new passing game. Also, we discuss draft picks. Who will the Toronto Trannies pick as their first round choice? Stay tuned.
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Second Epilogue - We’re Not Done Yet ;)
After a long day of moving, the boxes have finally arrived and been assigned to their proper rooms. I spend some time fixing up the master bedroom where we’re all going to sleep. I have my favorite pillow in the middle. I can’t wait to be sandwiched in between Ethan and Colt on a daily basis. Just the thought gets me wet.
I reach down to touch my pussy over the fabric of my yoga pants. I shudder as my finger brushes against my folds. God, I need them. Now.
Don’t get me wrong. We had sex in the morning. But they’re like a drug. I need it more and more.
I hear voices coming from the den. Colt and Ethan have literally spent the whole day unpacking and arranging the den with leather couches, a dart board, bar, pool table, bookshelves, a globe, sofa, and desks. Figures. While I did the bathroom and bedroom for all of us, my boys did their playroom.
Still, I smile as I walk towards the den and hear Colt. “No fucking way, Ethan, there is no way we’re going to watch CSI in here. Not on my watch.”
“What possible grudge could you have against one of the most popular shows in America?” Ethan asks, exasperated.
“We just need to get this interview with Alexis Angel sorted out tonight if since she’s releasing her book about us,” Colt says.
I admit, I’m a bit surprised by Colt’s words as I walk into the den. Is Colt being responsible? He’s changed a whole lot, but can it be this drastic?
I’m also surprised by how nice it looks. Very homey, relaxing, and the sort of place you could get lost in for hours on end. I resolve that I’m going to spend just as much time in this room as Ethan or Colt.
“You’re talking about the set of questions she sent us from [email protected] right?” Ethan asks. “That’s her email address that you can contact her at any time.”
“Yeah, but it’s not the only way to reach her, man,” Colt says. “You should fucking know that the best way to stay informed with that woman is to sign up for her newsletter at http://eepurl.com/cWhMqD.”
“Then you got nothing to worry about,” Ethan says with a grin. “I already sent the bonus chapter out for her readers. They’ll get it once they finish reading about us.”
“You fucking sent it out without showing me?” Colt asks, evidencing anger.
Ethan shrugs. “I told her I could do your part,” he says.
“Why the fuck would you do that?” Colt asks, angry.
Ethan shrugs. “Because I love you?”
This brings Colt up short. “Oh,” is all he can say, disarmed. “I fucking love you too. Fucker.”
“How much do you know about Alexis?” I ask, as both of them stare to look at me.
Ethan shrugs. “Alexis Angel,” he begins as if reciting from memory. “She’s a quirky kind of girl. But good fun though, I think if you like the kind of things she likes.”
Colt laughs, “You mean like dancing, fucking, and big cocks?” he asks. Ethan shrugs. “That’s like all that girl can think about.
“She’s an author,” Ethan says. “They’re allowed to be weird.”
“Fucking right,” Colt says. “But she fucking writes safe, happily ever after pieces but it’s seriously like reading porn.”
“And she’s calling the piece she wrote about us very steamy and exciting, I’ll bet?” I ask with a wicked smile as I look at both my boys.
“What do you expect from someone living in New York,” Ethan says. He looks at me and I see a smile on that ruggedly handsome face. “New York values, and all.”
“She loves getting flowers, especially when not expecting them,” Colt says.
Ethan looks at Colt. “Have you been sending her flowers?” he asks.
“I don’t need to,” Colt says. “I get enough love from Julianna.”
He looks quizzical for a second and looks at Ethan.
“Why the fuck do we keep talking about her like we’re doing a fucking bio, bro?” Colt asks.
Ethan thinks for a second. He tries to figure out what to say, but he can’t either.
Both of them look to me, and I smile. I know the truth, but I’m not telling them. Especially because it’s so much fun keeping this one secret. For now.
“Do you want to keep talking about Alexis?” I ask them, taking a step forward and bringing my hands to my sides and running them up my body. “Or do you want blowjobs.”
As if there was any doubt to the answer, both men turn towards me and their eyes take on a hungry look.
I smile. I do keep them satisfied. I know this. Ever have sex so much that you’re sore the next day? Well, by the time I’m done with Ethan and Colt, they can barely walk.
“You guys know about the Dirty Lil Angels?” I ask, taking a few steps closer to them. “That place is the fucking shit,” Colt says. “But you can also find her regular profile page too.
“Right, but I usually follow her on Twitter,” Ethan says.
Colt snorts. “That’s because you’re an idiot.”
“I think you never go on Twitter, Colt,” Ethan says with an exasperated sigh. “Because you’d never be able to say anything in less than 140 word
s – never mind 140 characters.”
“Whatever,” Colt says, unable to respond.
I smile. I love watching the banter between the two. But sometimes I need to exercise some discipline.
“You’re talking about her again,” I say sternly. “Do you want to invite her?”
Colt shakes his head. I can’t blame him. They can both feel the desire coming from my body.
Because right now, I’m hungry.
And I’m feeling naughtier than usual.
I smile and advance towards Ethan, pulling him by the hand until he’s standing next to Colt.
Their eyes tell me they know what’s coming, but I can still see the excitement by the way they look at me.
I give them a sinful grin and reach over and pull up my shirt, throwing it to the floor.
“Oops,” I say to them. “I’ve gotten your room a bit dirty.”
Ethan smiles and places his hand on my breast, kneading my flesh. I shudder at his touch as Colt unfastens my bra.
“Not as dirty as we’re about to get it, babe.”
I smile and run my hands under their shirts down both men’s solid abs. I stop when I get to their belt buckles and I take a few seconds each to undo them, dropping their pants to the floor.
