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I met Rachel’s eyes, then. She was biting her lip, almost nervous, but I could already feel how turned on she was. I could imagine how wet she was for me, for both of us, and I’d never wanted anything more than I now wanted to lick her until she screamed my name.

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” I said, sealing all three of our fates.

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RACHEL

Iwasn’t sure what I did to deserve my greatest, most erotic dream coming true, but I wasn’t about to question it now. Not when I was already wet just from the thought of both of these men filling me at the same time.

When Wes stepped up to pull me into a bruising kiss, Sawyer took up a position behind me, those strong, capable, goalkeeper hands bracketing my hips. I leaned back against him while I melted just as bonelessly into Wes’s mouth, wanting nothing more than to be completely controlled by these two men. I knew now that I could trust them entirely, at least with the task of giving my body what it craved.

We ended up on the bed, Sawyer sitting up on his knees behind me, holding me up by my hips as Wes pulled open my robe, revealing my nakedness. He looked at me with a level of disbelief he should have gotten past by now, since he’d seen it all before, but I got the feeling that he’d never get over the wonder of seeing my body open for him. Just like I’d never get over his own gorgeous bare skin, which I was too impatient to wait for now. I helped him shed his shirt, his pants, until the outline of his hardening cock was visible in his dark blue boxer briefs. Ofcourse he’d even be wearing underwear that looked perfect with his eyes.

Wes smiled, disbelieving his own luck. Then he was leaning in to kiss each of my breasts with something like reverence. He didn’t linger, didn’t take my nipples into his mouth the way he had that day in my office, and I would have complained had he not left me wanting him in order to coordinate wordlessly in perfect teammate fashion with Sawyer to get us into the next position.

Sawyer used his impressive strength to lift me as Wes slid down onto his back. I liked where this was going even before I knew exactly what idea they’d dreamed up. Sure enough, the next thing I knew, I was facing Sawyer, perched with my knees on either side of Wes’s head. Sawyer moved back against the pillows on my bed, a lazy sort of lean that made him look all the more delicious as he freed his enormous cock and stroked it a couple of times for good measure.

“Rachel, sweetheart,” Sawyer started, his voice low and gravely with need, “be a good girl and sit on Wes’s face. Let him taste how sweet you are.”

Oh myGod.The careful command, the prospect of feeling Sawyer watch as Wes kissed my pussy just as well as he’d kissed my lips, my breasts…it was all unreal. Too good to be true. But somehow it was true, and I wasted no time getting into position. Hesitant as I was toreallysit on Wes, the sweet boy next door wasn’t having it. After too long of adjusting, trying to lower myself on Wes with forced gentleness that strained my thighs before I even had a chance to ride either of these men like rodeo horses, a pair of long-fingered hands grabbed my ass with an audiblesmack.I gasped once, then a second time as Wes impatiently yanked me down onto his open, waiting mouth.

The second his hot tongue found my folds, Wes moaned loud enough that I could hear him despite my own body mufflingthe sound. I moaned too, locking eyes with Sawyer as I felt the exquisite undulations of the tongue, the lips, the heat that enveloped my most sensitive nerves. Wes ate me like he wanted to savor every last drop, slow and careful and full of passion. And feeling that while I watched Sawyer lazily stroke his cock to full, rock-hard attention…I was the luckiest girl in the world.

“Your cock looks—” a gasp when Wes found my clit and sucked it, almost too much before he let up— “so,sogood, Sawyer.” It was a shaky way of asking him if I could taste it, but he grinned like he knew that was my request. Like he wasn’t sure I could handle it.

I definitely couldn’t handle it. Not how I had with Wes, that slimmer length that slid so nicely to the back of my throat. Sawyer would stretch my jaw just like he’d stretched my pussy. But I wanted a chance to suck him regardless.

“Mm, you’re pretty like this,” Sawyer said thoughtfully as he continued to watch the scene before him. His warm eyes slid down my body, bare and flushed with hardened nipples, to see where Wes had his face buried in my wetness, his nose pressing above my clit. Sawyer watched hungrily as I started to rock, sliding my hips forward and back, an involuntary movement in search of even more pleasure. Wes moaned underneath me again, and I felt the sound right in my clit.

“I’d be prettier sucking you,” I panted. Sawyer’s eyes snapped back to my face, noting how my lips were parted, my breath coming in jagged bursts. Was I really so close to coming already? Wes really was amazing with his tongue, kissing my soaked folds like it wasn’t his first time, no ounce of his usual uncertainty in it. He knew how to play my nerves to his advantage—myadvantage too, since it felt so fucking good.

“You want to taste me, pretty girl?” Sawyer asked me, and I whimpered when I saw his cock jerk in his grip, eager for the same thing I wanted. Wes was picking up his pace between mylegs at the same time. I felt his fervor like a spark, hot and steadily catching my entire body on fire.

Yes, I wanted to sob. I leaned forward a little, reaching for Sawyer and repositioning myself over Wes at the same time. Before I could reach that thick shaft, though, the new angle Wes’s tongue found on my pussy shocked me into the beginnings of an orgasm. I moan-gasped as it began, and Sawyer grinned.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Come all over his face, and then you can have my cock every way you like.”

What choice did I have but to obey? My body was a train running off its tracks, rumbling and shaking as Wes licked me through the pleasure, heightening it, dragging it on. I arched and squirmed and shook, every muscle seeming to tense and break apart at once, and I had to grip my own breasts for purchase, pinching my nipples hard to ground myself in the overwhelming ecstasy.

I’d barely come down enough to breathe when two pairs of hands guided me forward so I was on my hands and knees, my face positioned above Sawyer’s thickness. He was glistening at the tip a little, and my lips were so close that I followed my impulse to lean in a little and lick him.

“Go ahead, gorgeous,” Sawyer almost whispered. “You came so nice for us. Take what you want.”

I opened my lips and sloppily kissed his cock without another second’s hesitation. He sighed, his hand finding its way into my hair as he threw his head back and enjoyed.

Just the tip of Sawyer filled my mouth so completely that I moaned around him. It felt sonaughty.The fullness was delicious, the taste of him heady and impossible to forget. I almost forgot everything else as I started to suck him a little deeper, unable to stretch my jaw wide enough to get him very far into my mouth, nowhere close to my throat. But then I felt Wesslide two long fingers into my wetness, and awareness snapped back into place between my legs too. He was still positioned underneath me, and he began licking my clit again as his fingers fucked in and out me.

I couldn’t speak, but I wanted to say,Yes, yes, yes, more. Instead, I moaned lustily, sucking Sawyer even harder. Wishing I had room to suck Wes too. It was overwhelmingly good having both of these men inside me at once, and I couldn’t wait until skilled fingers were replaced by a hard cock slamming into my dripping pussy, until I was completely owned by the two of them and could feel them both fill me with their cum. I sucked Sawyer hard, bobbing my head so that the sounds of my mouth grew louder, filling the room just as surely as the sound of Wes eating me out. Sawyer’s grip in my hair became harder, and I heard him breathe “fuck,” which only seemed to spur Wes on further too. He picked up the pace of his finger fucking, hooking them a little inside me to reach my G-spot as his tongue flicked harder at my clit. I felt myself rocking back and forth, giving more access to Wes in one moment and taking Sawyer deeper the next, unable to decide what I wanted more.

That was the beauty of it. I didn’t have to decide. They both wanted to please me just as much as I wanted to pleasure them. And it was the combined eroticism of Wes playing my pussy to perfection and Sawyer’s cock in my mouth that made me come apart a second time.

It was earth-shattering. Releasing Sawyer from my mouth, I cried out in my ecstasy, my body becoming a whole fireworks show as I spasmed through the orgasm. Sawyer stroked my hair back away from my face, and when Wes had finally had his fill of licking me, he pressed a gentle kiss to my lower stomach, right above my pubic bone, and slid out from under me. I let both of them move me like a rag doll until I ended up lying back against the pillows, boneless and still panting.

“Doesn’t she taste perfect?” Sawyer asked his friend as the two of them closed in around me. Sawyer was fully naked, his erection looking painfully hard because he hadn’t come yet when I’d become too overstimulated to continue my blow job. He took up residence on my left side, lying beside me with his cock jutting against my hip. His hand covered my breast and squeezed, hard but not without sweetness.

“I could eat her all day,” Wes confirmed from my right. He’d shed the last of his clothes too, and then there were two amazing, hard cocks touching me, one on either side of my hips, close to where I wanted them but not close enough. Wes slowly rocked against me as he kissed my neck, his hand sliding down my belly to lightly stroke my pubic hair. “You taste even better when you’re coming,” he whispered in my ear. “I want to see you do it again. Feel it.”

“You ready for us to fill you up, sweetheart?” Sawyer purred in my other ear. His hand had found its way to my other breast, now, and he rolled the nipple expertly between his fingers, building my pleasure yet again.

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