by Dark Angel
“You can’t be serious, Natalie,” Drake starts, standing side by side with Sloane. There’s lust and desire in their faces but, underneath all that, there’s also a kind of restless anxiety. It’s almost funny—two men like them acting all nervous around a petite woman like me.
“Oh, but I’m serious, daddy,” I purr, taking one step toward the two of them. I’m nervous too, you know? I don’t know what got into me to bring the two of them up here. But now that I’ve done it, it looks like the best decision I’ve ever made in my entire life. Because, really, why choose between slices when you can have the whole cake?
“Natalie, you --” Sloane chimes in, but I raise my hand and press one finger against his lips, shutting him up.
“I think there has been enough conversation for one night, wouldn’t you say?” I ask them, running my tongue between my lips. I place one hand on Drake’s chest, and the other on Sloane’s; my fingers trail down their button-up shirts, and they only stop when they find their belts.
Turning my wrist around, I flatten the palm of both hands against their crotches and grin. They’re already hard, their thick shafts pulsing against my fingers.
“You agree with me then,” I continue to say, softly squeezing both their cocks. I was already wet when I got up from the table, but now it seems like a dam has burst between my thighs. My thong is completely drenched now, and it’s sticking to my skin in such a way that I have to stop myself from sliding it down my legs.
“This is fucking insane,” Sloane says, but his voice is charged with an almost electric tension, each of his words making his cock harden even more.
“It is… And that’s why I want to do it,” I tell him, looking from him to Drake. Letting go of their cocks, I take my hands back to their chests and smile, closing my eyes and throwing my head back. I wait for a second—a second that seems to stretch into eternity—but then I feel a set of lips brushing against my neck. And then another.
“See, it’s easy,” I whisper, opening up my eyes to see both men leaning into me, kissing the smooth skin of my neck. Drake is the first to come even closer, placing one hand on my waist, but Sloane follows him shortly after.
Moving in unison, they take their hands to my shoulder and push the straps of my dress down my arms. I sigh heavily as I feel the fabric sliding down my skin, and they keep on pulling until the dress is all bunched up around my waist.
Grinning, I tangle my fingers in Drake’s hair and then move fast, crushing my mouth against his. My lips linger on his for a couple of seconds, but then I pull back and do the same with Sloane, our tongues dancing around one another.
With both their flavors lingering in my mouth, I take one step back and look at them, my heart kicking and pushing against my chest. My God, I’m so horny right now. My eyes wander to their strong frame and, for a moment, I don’t know who I want the most. But that’s just me being silly; I brought them both here precisely because I can’t choose between them.
“I’m all yours,” I whisper, taking my hands behind my back and unhooking my bra. I push the straps down, biting on my lower lip as I feel the cups dropping over my tits. My skin prickles as my nipples finally break free from their cage, and I let the bra slip off my fingers and fall onto the floor.
“You’re mine,” Drake says in a low tone, taking one step toward me.
“Mine,” Sloane repeats, once against standing shoulder to shoulder with our stepdad.
“Be nice and share, boys,” I purr, reaching for Drake and unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt. I then turn to Drake and do the same with his shirt, un-tucking it from his pants with a harsh tug. “There’s no other option,” I add, grabbing at their shirts and pulling suddenly, all the buttons popping out and scattering around the floor like fleeing mice.
Sighing heavily, I press my hands on their stomachs, feeling the grooves and hard lines of their glorious abs. My insides clench as I feel the warmness of their skin, my pussy so wet that my fluids have already fled past my thong and are now dripping down my legs.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” Sloane says all of a sudden, tangling his fingers on my hair and then kissing me. Drake says nothing, but he reaches for my dress and pushes it down my legs, leaving me only in my wet lace thong.
“And so am I,” Drake finally says, his eyes burning into mine with unbridled fury.
“I’m right here,” I whisper at them, and they grab me by the waist and push on my body until the backs of my knees are against the edge of the bed. I let them push me down onto the bed, and I lay on top of the mattress, looking up at them as anxiety washes over me—the sweet kind of anxiety, mind you.
They climb on top of the bed like hungry lions, tall flames of lust dancing in their eyes. They lay down by my side, each one of them cupping one breast, and I arch my back and let out one loud moan, the sound of it caressing my throat and exploding into the air.
Sloane takes his mouth into mine, kissing me and pulling my bottom lip between his teeth. At the same time, Drake starts kissing me up my stomach, his mouth patiently making the hike up the curve of my left breast before he finally wraps his lips around my hard nipple.
“Ahh,” I breathe out, closing my eyes and drowning into an ocean of pleasure and anticipation. I can’t believe that this is actually happening. When I dared them to come after me, I felt like I was in a dream, watching everything unfold as if I were a mere spectator. But now, laying on this bed with them by my side… It feels real, very real. And it couldn’t be any more perfect.
Nibbling at my nipple, Drake takes his hand to my right breast and squeezes it harshly, my flesh molding to his fingers. Grabbing Sloane by the hair, I push him down until he’s level with my breasts, and then I pull him into me. His mouth goes straight for my right breast, and I moan hard as both men suck and lick my nipples, their tongues working me furiously.
I feel one hand—I don’t know whose—sliding down my stomach, fingertips brushing over my naked skin, and then that hand presses down on the wetness between my thighs. I gasp as two fingers press on my pussy, my insides burning up.
“Oh God,” I moan again, arching my back as desire takes over me. Drake takes his mouth out from my breast and looks into my eyes, lust flickering there, and I realize that it’s his hand on my pussy. “Your mouth… I want it on me,” I whisper, and his only response is a wide grin.
He starts kissing my body in a downward line, his lips sliding down to my stomach and only stopping when they meet my thong. Moving seductively, he bites on the fabric and pulls on it, taking it off me with his teeth. I exhale sharply as I feel the cool air of the room lapping at my now naked pussy, and Drake throws my thong to the side, his eyes focused on my wetness.
“I want it,” I repeat with a whisper, and Drake lays his lips above my left knee. He lays gentle kisses on my leg, each one of them closing in on my inner thigh. I spread my legs by instinct and he positions himself right between them, his tongue now caressing my groin.
Sloane keeps on sucking and licking my breasts, his hunger an untamable one. But I want to direct that hunger somewhere else; I reach for him with one hand, flattening it against his crotch, and squeeze his hard cock.
“From you… I want this,” I tell him, looking into his eyes as I give him one hard squeeze. I go for him with both my hands, unbuckling his belt in a hurry, and then I pull his zipper down with a frantic movement. His cock pushes against his boxer briefs, and a shiver goes up my spine as I feel it touching my knuckles.
“It wants you too,” Sloane whispers with a grin, letting go of my breasts and pushing his pants down his legs. He takes them off and then kneels by my side, now wearing only his tight boxer briefs.
I raise my hips from the mattress, trying to force Drake to place his mouth on my pussy, but he just lays one forearm across my waist and pins me down. He keeps on using his tongue to torture me, licking the sensitive skin around my pussy but never actually going for it.
Struggling against his hold, I try once m
ore to lift my hips from the bed, and that’s when he presses down on my clit with the tip of his tongue. I let out one sudden moan and, reacting by pure instinct, I crane my neck and press my mouth against the bulging shape under Sloane’s boxer briefs. He groans as my mouth makes contact, and his hands dart straight to my head, his long fingers running through my hair.
With a groan, and using his free hand, he pushes his boxers down to his knees; his cock springs free at once and slaps me across the cheek, it's throbbing warmness turning my insides into mush.
“Give it to me,” I tell him, and he obeys immediately, grabbing his cock and angling it down, its tip hovering over my lips. I use my tongue to circle the tip of his cock, closing my eyes as I feel its raw salty flavor spreading from my mouth and into my brain, making me go completely delirious.
I crane my neck even more and, opening my mouth as wide as I can, I wrap my lips around his cock. I push my mouth down the length of his shaft until I can’t go any further, its tip pressed hard against the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” Sloane groans, grabbing at my hair and making me hold my position. “That feels so fucking good,” he whispers.
At the same time, Drake also decides to go all the way with his mouth; opening it wide, he presses it against my drenched folds and sucks them in, running his tongue up and down the length of my pussy. I rock my hips back and forth, rubbing my pussy against his mouth and smearing my fluids all over his face, but that just makes him lick me harder.
Slowly, Sloane slides his cock out of my mouth, but he only does it so that he can thrust, which he does right away, his shaft once more rolling over my tongue until it’s filling me up completely. He starts to thrust in absolute abandonment, moving his hips fast, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth at a furious pace.
Drake’s tongue somehow matches the rhythm of Sloane’s cock, and he uses it to drive me completely insane. I reach for him with one hand and, placing it on top of his head, I push him down against my pussy; with my other hand, I go for Sloane’s balls and cup them, feeling their heavy warmness against my fingers.
I remain like that for God knows how long, Drake’s cock and Sloane’s tongue working on me with the mastery only a few men can ever hope to achieve. If I didn’t have a monstrous cock inside my mouth right now, you’d be screaming my head off. As it is, all I can do is allow a moaning sound to climb up my throat as Sloane pistons into me, fucking my tight little mouth as if he were doing it to my pussy.
It doesn’t take long for my insides to reach the boiling point; my pussy starts tightening up, and it seems that every single muscle in my body is becoming as hard as steel. Fire and thunder rage inside my skull, and there’s not a single thought floating in my head; I’m living in the now, and it’s the most perfect feeling ever. Especially because I’m about to come my brains out.
I move my head to the side, forcing Sloane’s cock to pop out of my mouth, and I finally let that scream free, the sound of my high-pitched voice bouncing off the walls and filling the whole room. The pressure in my pussy demands all my attention now, and I forget about Sloane momentarily; I grab Drake’s hair with both my hands and thrust hard against him, holding his head down while an orgasm crawls up my spine and stabs my brain with such violence that I arch my back so much I might end up breaking it.
“Oh, fuck, fuck,” I hiss through my gritted teeth, my eyes closed shut as fireworks go off behind my eyelids. “So. Fucking. Good.” I cry out, all the pleasure finally washing over me and allowing my muscles to relax.
I collapse on top of the mattress, breathing hard, and a smile creeps up to my lips.
“That was just warm-up, right?” I ask them, looking from Sloane to Drake with a teasing grin. If this were my first rodeo with them, I’d be completely in awe at the orgasm I just had, but I’m not that naive anymore. “Because I want more. So much more.”
“So do I,” Sloane whispers placing two fingers under my chin and forcing me to look into his eyes.
“So do we,” I hear Drake correct. I look at him just in time to see him raise his head from between my thighs, my fluids glistening on his lips. He exchanges a glance with Sloane, and I’m surprised by what happens next; they smile at each other.
“Now that’s the spirit.” I sit up on the bed, and they don’t waste any time. Drake places both his hands on my hips and forces me to roll to the side; once I’m lying down on my stomach, he pulls me up and forces me to go on all fours. Then he climbs down from the bed and walks around it, positioning himself right in front of me.
“My turn to feel that tight mouth of yours,” he tells me, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly. I watch him do it with my lips slightly parted, anxious to have his cock in my mouth and feel its flavor blending in with Sloane’s.
“And it’s my turn to taste your pussy,” my stepbrother says, moving back and kneeling behind me. I almost thrust back at him, wanting to feel his cock against my ass, but he lays his hands on my ass cheeks and holds me in place.
He places one finger between my cheeks and runs it up and down my crack, making me sigh heavily each time I feel him close to my asshole. Meanwhile, Drake has already stepped out of his pants, and now he has his thumbs hooked on his boxer briefs. Looking at me with a wild grin, he sends them down his legs, his cock jumping up and almost hitting me across the face.
“Give it to me,” I tell him, breathing hard. He does it willingly, curling his fingers around his thick shaft and brushing the tip of his cock against my lips. I open my mouth as he tangles his fingers in my hair, and then he just thrusts, sending all of his inches into my mouth at once.
Sloane’s fingers are now on my pussy, and he’s caressing my folds teasingly. But he changes gears fast enough; he buries his fingers into my ass cheeks and then dives into me with his open mouth. Sharp stabs of pleasure take over my brain as Sloane starts devouring me, the steady pendulum motion of Drake’s cock going in and out of my mouth complementing Sloane’s skills.
I bob my head back and forth, sucking on Drake as hard as I can, but he stops my movement after just a few seconds. Yanking on my hair, he holds my head and starts to thrust, fucking my mouth just like Sloane did before him.
“So fucking delicious,” I hear Sloane say as he pulls back from me and takes a deep breath. He goes back to my wetness in a heartbeat, taking my folds inside his mouth and jabbing at my insides with his tongue.
Kicking it up a notch, he starts brushing one finger over my ass crack again, this time lingering over my asshole. My skin prickles as I feel him there and, perhaps noticing my excitement, he starts pushing his finger inside of me.
“Oh fuck,” I cry out, moving my head back and forcing Drake’s cock to pop out of my mouth. A deep moan climbs up my throat and falls clumsily from between my lips, Sloane’s finger now buried deep inside my ass. He moves it slightly back and forth, fingering my ass as he eats me out, and I simply can’t focus on anything else. Lucky for me, Drake doesn’t need me to focus, he just needs me to open my mouth.
Yanking on my hair again, he drives his cock past my lips; he’s about to resume his thrusting motion when I take the lead, bobbing my head as furiously as I can. My lips make a wet smacking sound as they travel over his shaft, and it sounds like music to my ears.
I suck Drake for as long as I can, but it doesn’t take long for that electric pleasure bursting out from my pussy to demand my attention once more. I take Drake’s cock out of my mouth, but this time I reach for him with one hand and start stroking him, my hand flying up and down his shaft even more furiously than my mouth.
“Don’t stop… Don’t you stop,” I moan, closing my eyes and surrendering to the avalanche of pleasure that’s coming for me. Hearing my words, Sloane starts licking me even harder, his finger going in and out of my ass at a frantic pace. I come just like that, pleasure hitting me in a sneaky way.
One moment I’m moaning, the other I’m screaming as if someone has tied me to a pole and set me on fire. The witch of pleasure is b
urning at the stake, it seems, and it feels amazing.
My muscles spasm and twitch, and the orgasm blankets me—body, mind, and soul. I mean, I don’t even know if there’s such thing as a soul, but if it exists, it’s burning up right now.
“That was so good,” I whisper, letting go of Drake’s cock and simply falling forward. I lie down on the mattress again, my limbs sprawled to the side as my heart beats so fast it seems like there’s a jackhammer inside my ribcage.
“It was just the warm up,” I hear Sloane say, and I can tell there’s a vicious grin on his face from the sound of his voice. “You said it yourself.”
“You did,” Drake agrees. “And now that the warm up's done… We can get this party started.”
“We can,” I tell them, rolling to my back and smiling. I sit up on the bed, biting on my lower lip as I let it all sink in; I’m about to be fucked by both my stepdad and stepbrother, the two most handsome men to ever walk the earth. I have no idea what I did to deserve something like this, and you can be sure that I’m not going to let this opportunity go to waste. Oh, no.
“Let’s have some fun then,” I whisper, resting my hands on Sloane’s hard pectorals and pushing on them. He falls back, lying down on the bed, and I climb on top of him with cat like movements, my knees on either side of his waist.
I grab his cock with one hand and point it at my pussy, pre-cum glistening on its tip. I lift my body a few inches and then lower myself as fast as I can, throwing my head back and screaming as I impale myself on his cock.
Leaning back, I place my hands on his legs for support and start swaying my hips, my body moving in waves. Drake climbs on the bed then, kneeling by our side; he takes one hand to my right breast and squeezes it while, at the same time, he crushes his mouth against mine. We kiss as Sloane and I fuck, my brain working overtime to process the onslaught of sensations.
“You look so beautiful,” Drake tells me in a whisper, pulling back from our kiss and looking at me with glazed eyes. There’s an expression of pure delight on my face now, locks of disheveled blonde hair covering my face.
