by Abby Angel
“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 burning 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 t
hat 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.
“I know,” I say with a grin, grabbing his hair with one hand and pulling him into me. His mouth flies straight to my tits, and I gasp as he sucks on one nipple, nibbling at it harshly. He caresses both my nipples with his lips and tongue, but then he pulls back and bends over. Realizing what he’s about do, I bite my lower lip so hard I feel the taste of blood.
Drake’s mouth flies straight to my clit, and he wraps his lips around it fast, pressing down with his tongue at the same time. I stop the swaying motion of my body, allowing Sloane to take the lead, which he does right away, thrusting fast and hard.
I look down at the scene unfolding between my eyes with a delighted smile, Sloane’s mouth dangerously close to Drake’s cock as it goes in and out of my pussy. These two don’t hate each other as much as they say, I start to realize. In fact, I’m thinking it’s just the opposite; they like each other more than they should and, the fact that they don’t know how to deal with that, is exactly what drove them apart. That until now, of course: with Sloane sucking on my clit while Drake fucks me, I don’t think they’re entitled to say they dislike each other any longer.
Now this is some real sexual healing.
I grab at my breasts while they work on my pussy and clit, throwing my head back and closing my eyes, a permanent smile on my face. Have I ever been this happy? I don’t think so.
More than just pleasing me, they’re pleasing me perfectly. As Sloane’s thrusts become faster, Drake starts working on my clit more furiously; it’s like there’s an unspoken bond between these two, one that they had no idea existed until now. In a sense, I’m the bridge between them. I just never knew that being a bridge could be this pleasurable.
“I think I’m going to come,” I whisper, my voice thick from the effort I make to get the words out. I come one heartbeat later, my pussy tightening around Sloane’s cock like a vice. Feeling my inner walls closing in on him, he starts thrusting even faster; if my orgasm is an explosion, his thrusts are like gasoline.
“Oh fuck, that’s it. So good,” I moan, my eyes rolling in their orbits as ecstasy rages through my veins, scorching all the nerve endings on the way. I’m moaning so loud now that it’s a surprise that the hotel manager hasn’t called the room yet, perhaps the other guests are too busy listening in to complain.
I try and catch my breath, but both Drake and Sloane act fast, forbidding me from taking a break. Sloane makes me roll to the side and, grabbing me by the hips, he makes me go on all fours again, my ass turned to Drake.
“Your turn,” he whispers at Drake, his cock twitching hard as the two of them lock eyes. Instead of just coming for me, though, Drake just remains frozen behind me, looking back at Sloane as if he were in a trance.
Without saying a word, Sloane closes the distance between him and Drake. I look back over my shoulder in time to see Sloane curling his fingers around Drake’s cock, and guiding it home, only letting go when its tip is pressed between my drenched folds. My heart skips a beat as I watch him do it and I realize that, whatever there is between the three of us, we’re just getting started.
Finally regaining consciousness, Drake grabs me by the waist and thrusts. His cock flies inside of me in a fraction of a second, straining against my inner walls on the way in and forcing me to unleash another wild scream of utter delight.
Sloane shuts me up fast enough, though. He stands up in front of me and, grabbing his cock, he just shoves it inside my mouth. My scream dies in my throat and, allowing my wicked instinct to take over, I start sucking on him eagerly.
I feel my skin prickling as his cock goes over my tongue; I can taste my pussy on his shaft, my fluids coating his flesh, and that just makes me lose all control. I thrust back as hard as I can, impaling myself on Drake’s cock, and then I move my body forward and allow Sloane’s cock to go all the way in. I keep on moving like this for what seems like forever, their cocks spit roasting in the most delirious way.
A cloud of pleasure drifts over my mind, and I know that another violent orgasm is on its way. And it couldn’t be any other way, with them, every time I come is like rapture. More than just the physical, it’s a spiritual experience. Now, I’ve never been a fan of all that new-agey talk, but there’s simply no better way to describe what’s happening right now. Nirvana, Heaven, Enlightenment—I don’t care, call it whatever you want. I’m not picky.
The urge to scream simply overpowers me and I pull my head back, taking Sloane’s cock out of my head. My scream is so loud that I’m waiting for the windows to shatter into a million fragments, but thank God, that doesn’t happen. What happens is that slight spasms take over my pussy, and a hurricane of pleasure whisks my rational mind away.
“OH GOD!” I scream, long flames of ecstasy dancing in that hurricane, my soul dancing tap dancing to the rhythm of pleasure.
Gritting my teeth, I hiss like a mad woman, my throat giving up on me. My muscles twitch and spasm erratically, and I feel beads of sweat dripping down from my forehead and plastering locks of hair to my face.
I look up at Sloane with an exhausted grin on my face and, even though my muscles are late to respond, I somehow manage to extend my arm and grab his cock. I start stroking him furiously and, realizing that he’s close, I stop immediately. With my eyes never leaving his, I raise my hips and take Drake's cock from inside my pussy.
“Come here,” I tell them both, climbing down from the bed and kneeling on the floor. They stand up, towering over me like two naked gods, and I do what both my mind and body beg me to; I reach for their cocks and, grabbing their shafts with an iron grip, I start stroking them as fast as I can.
My hands move so fast they become a blur, and it doesn’t take long for both their cocks to start spasming against my fingers. “Cum for me,” I purr at them, anxious to feel their seed on my body, “cum all over me.”
Sloane’s the first. A long strand of cum shoots out from his cock and I don’t even have the time to open my mouth; it hits me straight in the face. Drake follows a fraction of a second later, but this time my mouth’s already open wide, and his cock simply gushes a raging river of cum over my tongue.
I keep on moving my hands back and forth over their shafts as they come, milking them until there’s not a single drop of semen inside their bodies. They spray their seed all over, warm cum dripping down my face and neck, its warmness hiking up the curve of my breasts and coating my hard nipples.
“Fuck,” Sloane groans as his cock gives its final spasm, the last drops of cum dripping down from its tip and into my hand. I let go of their cocks and stand up, a sly look of mischief on my face.
“Look at the mess you’ve made,” I whisper, grabbing my breasts and smearing their cum all over my naked chest.
“Mess? I think you look just perfect,” Drake whispers right back at me. His hands dart to the nape of my neck and he pulls me into him, crushing his mouth on mine and slipping his tongue past my lips. I close my eyes as our
tongues dance over a white blanket of cum, gooey strands glistening on our lips.
Grabbing me by the hair, Drake pulls back and looking at me, he holds my head as Sloane leans in. I kiss my stepbrother as Drake holds me, both their seed blending inside my mouth as exhaustion finally starts taking over me.
“See? We’re a family, we can share,” I say with a laugh, throwing myself on top of the bed and staring at the ceiling with a delighted smile.
“I guess you’re right,” Sloane agrees, lying down by my side. Drake occupies the other side of the mattress and we just lie there in silence, the minutes passing by us as we enjoy each other’s company.
For the first time ever, I actually feel like we’re family.
A very wicked family, but a family nonetheless.
Sloane
Two fucking days.
That's how long it's been and I feel like I've been in some sort of alternate fucking universe. Ever since what happened with Drake and Natalie went down, it's made me question so many of the things that I used to hold close to me.
I'm sitting in my office right now, staring out the window.
I haven't been so quiet and pensive in a long, long time.
I think the last time that I was like this was when ... when Mom died?
Jesus fucking Christ.
I need to get a fucking grip on this whole entire situation. I feel like I'm losing control.
One moment I'm arguing with Drake. The next moment I'm fucking the same girl as him?
One moment Natalie is with Drake. Then she's with me. Then she's with the both of us?
And what the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I turned on thinking of sharing Natalie with my stepdad? What kind of fucked up family dynamic is this?
This takes modern family to a whole new fucking level. Literally.
But that's not the worst of it.
Not by a long shot.
