Before I even had a chance to react, he was between my legs, his fingers curled under the lacy fabric of my panties. “I’ll buy you as many new sets as you want,” he assured me as he tugged them apart and the material tore open.
I shivered, and my pussy throbbed. That was so hot.
He grasped my bra straps and tugged them down my arms, exposing my breasts. My nipples instantly hardened under the cool wash of the air-conditioning, and I cried out. Travis was there within a second, laving my nipples with his hot tongue.
I held Jacques to my pussy, and he licked and nibbled me, then sucked until I was riding his face. Everything was hazy and warm, and my body was tingling, but I was achy too. I needed their dicks inside me.
Jacques licked me, and I cried out again. He slid his fingers inside my pussy, and I gasped. Trav spun around, putting his dick near my face, and then he kissed a line over my belly. When he and Jacques started licking me together, I moaned, my hips punching up to get closer to them. One of them drizzled something cold down my pussy to my ass, and it set me on fire. Then they slid their fingers inside me, fucking both my holes. I was so full, and it was so strange having something up my ass, but I loved it. I wanted more of it.
Leaning forward, I licked Trav’s dick. He shifted closer so I could take more of him, and I did. I loved sucking on his dick. It was perfect.
I moaned around his cock, the tingling starting inside me. I hadn’t had an orgasm in so long, and I wanted it bad. I rode their faces, pushing my pussy and ass onto their fingers, and shouted out when whoever it was inside my ass added another finger.
“I’m coming,” I cried, and a moment later, it hit me like a tsunami. Ecstasy washed over me, and my guys moaned as my pussy clamped down on their fingers. They milked every second of it out of me until I was tingly all over.
They did it again and again, using their fingers and mouths on me, taking turns and doing it together, until I was quivering and sweaty. My arms and legs were like jelly, but they rolled me over onto my hands and knees, and Trav kneeled in front of me.
“Suck me,” he begged, and I did.
The moment I had my mouth around him, Jacques slid his dick into my pussy and his fingers into my ass. They pumped into me, using my body to finally get off. I moaned and licked as far down Trav’s thick shaft as I could. When he stiffened inside me even more, I knew he was close. I wanted Jacques to come too.
Barely a second later, the hot wash of cum coated my pussy and I cried out. Trav held my cheeks and pushed his cock into my throat, pumping his load into me too. Jacques flicked my clit, and I cried out again, choking on Trav’s dick. Aftershocks wracked me as tears ran down my cheeks. They kept moving, dragging out my orgasm until I was floating on a cloud. That had, without a doubt, been the best sex of my life. Who knew two incredibly sexy and giving men were better than one mediocre one?
They collapsed next to me, but instead of rolling over and going to sleep, they were kissing me. They touched and teased me until the fire lit inside me again. I needed more. They took turns fucking me in every different position until their cocks were angry red and I’d lost count of how many orgasms I’d had.
Breathless, Trav rolled onto his back and patted his lap. “Sit on my dick, darlin’. Want that sweet little pussy wrapped around me.”
I did, and when he pushed into me, all nice and slow, I cried out. He was so long and thick. I arched my back, and my breasts swayed in front of him. He buried his face in them and licked and sucked while he slammed up into me.
I gripped the bedsheets, holding on for dear life as he hit my G-spot over and over again.
“That’s it, beautiful. Come again, and I’ll slide into your sexy ass,” Jacques murmured from behind me, his front plastered to my back. I could feel his hard dick pressing against my hole.
“Please,” I begged and tried to push back. But he held me fast.
I cried out when he added more cold lube and moaned when Jacques pressed his fingers inside me again. I was so stretched tight around him that I couldn’t breathe. But then Trav slid his hand between us and pressed his thumb down on my clit. I screamed as a fireworks extravaganza erupted in my veins. My pussy throbbed, but my ass was suddenly empty. I sobbed, my arms giving out as I pushed my ass up, trying to get Jacques to fill me up again.
“I’m here, beautiful,” he choked out and slid partway in.
I moaned at the fullness and rocked back, trying to take more of him.
Then they were moving. When one pulled out, the other pushed in, and I surrendered to them. They fucked me long and slow, then hard and fast, changing up their rhythm every time I seemed to get used to it. My orgasm hit me like a freight train, tossing me end over end until I was dizzy. My entire body tingled from head to toe. My pussy clenched in time with my racing heart.
Trav stiffened and choked out a cry. With each pulse of his dick, heat erupted inside me, and I floated higher. My ass was stretched so tight. Jacques pumped inside me once more and shouted out, his cock throbbing as he painted my ass with his seed.
Breathless, Jacques collapsed to the side, and his dick slid out of me. I landed on my side, Trav’s face buried in my tits, his cock slipping free of my pussy. As I drifted off, I smiled. Everything was perfect. So, so perfect. The sex was even better than that.Best. Decision. Ever.
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Rusty
Iturnedovertheengineof Travis’s old Dodge. I had about fifteen minutes to get to church before the service started, but that was plenty of time. I wasn’t particularly religious, but going there helped. The rituals and repetition were soothing. I liked how Father Perez was an activist too. His sermons were always inclusive, and he loved challenging the conservative views of the evangelical Christian mega churches that were popping up everywhere. It was a nice change from what we were constantly being bombarded with in the media and while doomscrolling.
But right now, I wasn’t stuck on bad news. I was lonely. Travis and Jacques had been gone for less than a day—not even twenty-four hours—and they were all I could think about. I was missing them like crazy. I could have gone to Vegas with them, but the thought of so much peopling was more than I could cope with. My mental health had been a little rocky of late, and I didn’t want to push it. I’d been looking after myself and keeping up my routines, but some days it was a struggle. Going to a big city always pushed me to my limit, and I didn’t want to ruin their trip. My anxiety and panic attacks were manageable most of the time, but I knew it’d be too much.
The panic attacks had been a fun new development after a few years of working in Silicon Valley in one of the big tech companies. It was nothing like Google’s head office. Ours was made up of rabbit warren cubicles, fourteen-hour days with no natural light, rarely any coffee or lunch breaks, and deadlines so tight that you were expected to carry on achieving your KPIs during your mental breakdown. Commuting home to San Diego on the weekends had quickly turned into every other weekend, then monthly. After two months of me not going home, Travis and Jacques had driven up themselves and literally wheeled me away from my desk the moment it hit 5:00 p.m.
I’d slept the entire time I was home, waking up only to eat. Two months of insomnia had left me exhausted, but I’d used my sleepless nights productively—I’d been tinkering with the game I’d designed in college. I’d turned it into an addictive, mind-numbing de-stressor.
