by Lana Hartley
Logan wraps his arms around my waist and starts fucking me harder.
“Oh my God!” I yell. It’s making my orgasm so much more intense. And as I’m coming down from it, he thrusts his hips deep inside of me and pauses. Groaning loudly.
I can feel his thick cock, throbbing inside of me, letting me know that he’s filling my pussy with his sweet cum. It’s so fucking hot.
When he’s done he kisses me and says, “See, I knew you could do it.”
I hear Hunter laugh.
“She’s fucking phenomenal,” he says.
Before I can even reply, they’re both on me, grabbing my arms and pinning me down. They start covering my naked body with kisses, their lips brushing down my skin. My heart tightens up as I feel their mouths closing in on my pussy, and then one of them forces me to lift up my legs. The moment I do it, they strike – leaning in, Logan presses his mouth against my pussy, and Hunter does the same with my ass.
Using their tongues, they lick me up until my body feels as if it’s melting. I feel their cum dripping out of my both holes, and they don’t even hesitate; they scoop it up to the last drop.
“Now this was fun,” Hunter whispers, standing up over me.
“It was,” I reply, and then I just wink at him. He moves fast, leaning into me and crushing his cum-coated lips against my mouth. Shoving his tongue past my lips, he pushes the cum he stole from me into my mouth, it’s salty flavor burning down my throat. The moment I escape his lips and come up for air, it’s Logan’s turn to give me a taste of his own mouth.
I kiss him too, the flavor of both men blending inside my mouth and creating the perfect cocktail – one made of lust, desire and wrongness.
“Oh, I love you so much,” I find myself saying, the words finding their way to my lips.
“I love you,” they tell me at the same time, and I just smile at them both, feeling as happy as I’ve ever felt. Once upon a time, I thought that love wasn’t real – and it if was, it wasn’t worth chasing after.
But I was wrong… Oh so wrong.
With a sigh, I go up to my feet and grab a tissue from my purse. I clean myself up and start to get dressed. Hunter stands and walks over to me when I’m dressed. He wraps his arms around me and kisses me.
“You are so fucking good in bed. You know that?” he says and then squeezes my ass.
“Thank you. So are you.”
Logan comes over to us and I turn around to face him. “And you, you’re really good too.”
“So are you.” He says and kisses me.
Even though I had so many orgasms and I’m exhausted beyond belief, I still can’t help but feel a little turned on just from standing between the two of them.
“We should buy a sex swing,” Logan says.
“Fuck yeah we should. Could you imagine her tied up in that?” Hunter says.
I laugh at the fact that they are talking about me like that when I'm right here. “I think there’s a lot of things we are going to do together. The three of us,” I say and then I kiss them both.
Now this is a true victory.
Natalie
The whole ballroom is clapping as I stand up. I look around the room, my head spinning as I realize what just happened. “Oh my God,” I whisper to myself, and only then do I start heading toward the stage. My dress flutters behind me as I walk and, as I reach the stairs, I have to focus not to step on top of my dress with my heels.
“Thank you,” I whisper to the host as he hands me the certificate. Then, I bow my head and he places the gold medal on my neck. It feels cold against my chest but, at the same time, it warms me up like nothing else can.
So, this how it feels to win a Pulitzer.
Yeah, you read that right; I won a Pulitzer Award. You see, after quitting the Gazette, I spent a few weeks doing some soul searching. Despite everything that happened, I still wanted to be a journalist and follow my dreams. Hunter and Logan supported me, and they were the ones suggesting my course of action.
And so, I spent the last few months writing an exposé about the corruption that’s running rampant in the sports industry. As a case study, I focused on the Hunter/Logan fight, and I guess that was a good call, after all, I have a gold medal around my neck. Instead of an article, I ended up writing a whole book, and it was more than well received; the people loved it, and so did the critics.
“I don’t even know what to say,” I say, grabbing the microphone in front of me with both hands. In front of the stage there are dozens of tables spaciously set, all of them filled with some of the most important people in the publishing world. But I don’t care about any of these people; the only people I care about are the ones sitting at my table, Hunter and Logan.
“I guess I have to start by saying that I wouldn’t have made it this far without Michelle. More than being my editor, she’s my closest friend. Of course, I also have to thank my two men,” I continue, trying to steady my voice as my gaze wanders toward the table where I was sitting at. “Hunter and Logan, you’re the men of my life… And it’s because of you that I’m standing here right now.”
At that, the whole room starts clapping again, a few people even going as far as whistling. I was afraid that my words would cause an awkward silence; being in a relationship with two men isn’t that usual, but I guess that most people are used to it by now. After all, the three of us have been gracing magazine covers all around the world since that fateful day at the MGM Arena.
“It’s with great honor that I accept this prize, which is more than I have ever expected. Ever since I was a little girl, I dreamt of becoming a journalist… And now here I am. I’m the luckiest woman in the world,” I finish off, and this time Hunter and Logan are the ones leading a deafening round of applause. With a smile and a polite nod, I then walk down the stage, feeling more happy than I’ve ever felt.
Sure, receiving a Pulitzer Award helps, but I’m not happy because of it. What I really am happy about is the fact that the two men I love the most in the whole world are here for me.
“The Pulitzer girl. After this, drinks are on you, girl,” Michelle tells me as I return to my seat. She’s sharing our table with us, and it couldn’t be otherwise. After all, she’s as part of my success as Hunter and Logan are. Without her help during these dark days at the Gazette, I wouldn’t have become a decent journalist. And more importantly than that, if she wasn’t there to help me stop the fight… Ah, I don’t even want to think about it. Suffice to say, Michelle’s family.
Oh, right, she’s also the Editor in Chief at the Gazette. After I exposed everyone involved in the fight, Mr. Moreau was forced to sell the newspaper. It got bought up by an investment firm, and they promptly kicked Fat Ed out and replaced him with Michelle. Not bad, uh?
It seems that all these months of suffering I went through, when I was waiting for Logan and Hunter to fight, actually paid off. I’m in a relationship with the two of them, I won a Pulitzer Prize, Michelle is the Editor in Chief of the Gazette… Oh, and Logan and Hunter have both retired from boxing.
That’s right, the two best fighters in the world decided to call it quits. Even though I stopped the fight, the whole press crowned them as the two best fighters alive, two men that towered above their competition. After a decade of working hard and winning everything there was to win, they decided it was time to hang their gloves.
Of course, they don’t spend their time burning through their hard-earned millions. No, they’ve opened a gym, one that’s owned by the two of them. I guess that even though they’re retired, boxing still runs deep in their veins. They’re training the next generation of fighters and, as long as they’re not punching each other, I’m more than fine with it. I even went in for a few lessons; can you imagine it? Scrawny Natalie, putting in some work at the gym.
“Someone’s spacing out,” Hunter laughs, pouring some champagne into my glass.
“No, she’s still here,” Logan joins in, raising his glass up in the air. Everyone at the table follows his le
ad, and we touch glasses. “To Natalie, the woman who won our hearts.”
“To Natalie,” everyone says, and I just close my eyes, wanting to burn this memory into my brain. Being here, with the men I love and with my best friend… What more could I ask for?
Natalie
“I have something to tell you, guys,” I tell them with a coy smile, lacing my fingers over my stomach. I’m standing in the balcony of our mansion in the Hamptons, and the ocean breeze pushes my hair over my shoulders and makes my summer blouse flutter, the fabric caressing my skin.
They’re sitting on the couch of our living room, their eyes glued to the screen as they watch the fight replay of one of their protégés. I was a bit concerned that giving up on their fighting careers would take their toll on them but, instead, they seem revitalized by the chance to guide younger fighters.
“What is it?” Hunter asks me distractedly, not taking his eyes off the screen.
“How would you like to be a father?” I ask them with a smile, and that’s when they finally peel their eyes off the screen.
“I’m sorry?” Logan asks, his eyes widening so much they seem like they’re about to pop out of their orbits.
“Say that again,” Hunter stammers, looking into my eyes as if I had grown a second head.
“I’m pregnant,” I tell them, shifting my weight from foot to foot as I wait for their reaction.
“Holy fuck,” Hunter whispers, and then they both jump to their feet. Before I can react, they close the distance between them and I, and wrap their arms around me, squeezing me tight.
“Easy,” I laugh, closing my eyes and enjoying the moment. After more than one year together, now it’s time to take the next step and become a true family. I can’t wait to have little kids running around us.
“We’re going to be dads!” Hunter cries out, patting Logan on the back.
“We are,” Logan agrees, and they embrace each other. For a moment, I was afraid that they’d wonder about who the father was… But they don’t care about that; in their minds, they’re both the father of this baby. Which is exactly the way things should be.
“I think this calls for a lil’ celebration, don’t you think?” I purr, running my tongue between my lips as I look them in the eye.
Their hands are on me fast, exploring each and every inch of my body. I close my eyes, just reveling in their touch, their long fingers caressing my ass, my breasts, my curves. It feels amazing.
Hunter leans into me then, kissing my neck as Logan cups my ass cheeks, pulling me in. I open my eyes and start kissing him, my hand going down the side of Logan’s body and resting over his firm ass. I go around his waist and press my hand against his crotch, my heart beating faster as I feel an enormous bulging there. I flatten my hand against it, rubbing it in wide circles as me and Hunter start to kiss wildly, our opens mouths just a stage for our tongues to battle.
I take my other hand and slide it down Hunter’s chest, going over his belt and pressing it against his crotch. Like Logan, he’s already hard, his monstrous cock filled with tension and energy, screaming for me to release it. Oh, I intend to release it… I want nothing more than to unleash a storm of lust and pleasure over my body, and these two are going to be the agents of all that.
Hunter grabs my tits hard, stopping for a moment as he grabs my blouse. Not bothering with the buttons, he simply pulls the fabric, ripping it apart and making my black lace bra jump into view. In a heartbeat, he hooks his fingers in the cup of my bra and pulls it down, baring one rosy nipple. As it comes into sight, Logan stops kissing my neck, directing all of his attention to my chest. Before I can even realize what he’s doing, he leans into me and wraps his lips around my nipple, sucking on it as his tongue dances in short fast circles around it.
As he sucks on me, Logan lets his hands go to my back and he unfastens my bra, pulling it down my shoulders. He stops sucking on my nipple for one simple second, and it’s almost painful to not feel him there anymore; lucky for me, he simply throws the bra away and dives into me again, his mouth sending sparks of electricity all over my body as he punishes both my nipples - one with his mouth, the other by pinching it between his thumb and index fingers.
While Logan takes care of my breasts, Hunter kisses me again, sliding his hands down my body and pressing one of them right against my crotch. He bunches up the fabric of my skirt as he does it, a pleasant warmness spreading from my pussy to the rest of my body. It’s like a flood down there.
With a wanton sigh, I unbuckle Logan’s belt, pulling it out from his pants; then, I use both my hands to pull on the cotton fabric, unbuttoning his trousers with one single motion. His cock pushes out against his underwear, almost as if it could feel that it’s about to succumb to my body. And that’s exactly what happens: I hook my fingers on the hem of his black boxer briefs and tug them down, his cock jumping out and slapping me across the fingers. I turn my hand, immediately grabbing his thick mast, and start to stroke him backhandedly.
As I stroke Logan, Hunter’s hands keep exploring my body. He slides his hand under my skirt, his long fingers brushing against my inner thighs. The moment I feel his fingertips over the fabric of my thong, my skin prickles, and it’s almost as if all strength escapes my body. My knees buckle and my eyelids droop; before I even realize what’s happening, I’m down on my knees.
Still with Logan’s cock in my hand, I press the other one against Hunter’s crotch, his hard thickness pushing against me. With only one hand, I unbuckle his pants, untuck his shirt, and unzip his fly. I lean forward, pressing my lips against the bulging shape in his boxer briefs. I suck on it over the fabric for a long second and then, deep desire taking the steering wheel, I tug both his pants and underwear down, sending them down to his knees.
I look up at the two cocks in front of me and reach for them, taking one on each of my hands. I start to stroke them slowly, relishing the way my small fingers struggle to hold them. Looking from one to the other, I start to up the pace, my fingers going from the tip to the base of their members. It doesn’t take long for me to be stroking them at break neck speed, my hands flying back and forth in a blur.
Grinning at Logan, I lean slightly forward and, parting my lips, let my tongue out and flick it against his cock. I twirl my tongue around it, scooping his pre-cum, and then lock eyes with Hunter. I lean into him then, letting my tongue do the same thing I did to Logan. Then, a blend of pleasure and blind instinct taking over me, I simply lunge forward, allowing his shaft to pierce my mouth. I push forward and go deep, not stopping until the tip of Hunter’s cock scratches the back of my throat. I roll back slowly, allowing his shaft to rub against my lips in the most wicked way as I keep my eyes locked on his.
I feel Logan’s hands resting on my head, and I turn my attention to him. I open my mouth wide and, in a heartbeat, his cock is rolling over my lips and tongue and filling my mouth, his scent and flavor blending with Hunter’s.
Still grabbing their cocks, I point them in the same direction - my mouth - and push them close. Then, I lean in, opening my mouth as much as I can, and place both their tips inside of me. I look down, seeing their shafts touch, and it’s almost like being hit by lightning.
I pull back, smiling as I look up at them. My hands start to fly over their cocks once more, and I only stop for a short moment, just enough for me to caress their balls and feel their weight against the palm of my hand. They’re big and warm, hard at work producing gallons of cum to be unleashed when I’m done with them. I don’t know why, but just thinking of that is enough to make me even wetter, my juices drenching my small thong and starting to drip down my inner thighs. Is there no limit to how horny I can get?
I take Logan’s cock in my mouth once again, and I immediately slide back out and suck on Hunter’s. I go like that for a long time, alternating between cocks, sucking and licking on both of them. I could go on like this forever, savoring the way their shafts feel inside my mouth. They taste of a manliness you’d be hard pressed to find
nowadays… It’s raw unbridled manhood. The way their members pulse inside my mouth sends shivers up my spine, my pussy clenching as I imagine them unleashing that manly energy and fucking me into oblivion.
I keep going for God knows how long, time just an abstract concept as I suck both men’s cocks. I only stop when I feel their hands on my shoulders; I look up at them and, seeing the eagerness on their eyes, grab their hands. They pull me up to my feet and, before they can do anything, I reach for Hunter’s shirt and rip it open. I tear the fabric apart before pushing it down his shoulders, and then turn on my heels and do the same to Logan.
Taking one step back, I watch with hungry eyes as they kick off their shoes and throw the rest of their clothes into a heap on the floor. Then, Logan picks me up from the floor and carries me to the bedroom. The moment my feet touch the floor, their hands go to my shoulders and they quickly push me back against the bed.
Hunter throws me on top of the mattress and I fall back eagerly, my body buzzing with excitement. He climbs on top of the bed, and Logan follows after him. Leaning into me, they start kissing my breasts, their tongues running circles around my hard nipples as I close my eyes and surrender to the moment.
I feel fingers going over my stomach and, when they meet the hem of my tight fitting skirt, they go around it until they found the zipper. I open my eyes to see Logan unzipping my skirt and, as soon as he’s done, Hunter pulls back from my breasts and pushes it down my legs. Lifting my ass up from the mattress, I allow him to pull the fabric off of me; he throws it to a faraway corner, and his fingers slide up my legs all the way to my inner thighs. Both men brush their fingers against my groin, tracing the outline of my soaking wet thong as they go back to sucking on my tits.
I lift my ass up again as Logan hooks his fingers on my thong and pulls it down; much as Hunter did with my skirt, he throws it to the corner and places his hands against my body once more. They tease me with their fingers, touching the tender skin around my pussy but never actually going for it.
