“A celebration sounds perfect,” Daniel whisper as I rock my hips slightly, eager to feel Colt’s fingers on me; he doesn’t wait any longer, flattening the palm of his hand over my black lace thong and rubbing my pussy with his long fingers. I let desire fly up from my loins all the way up to my brain, frying all traces of decency inside of it, and I start kissing Daniel ardently, my tongue lashing out inside his mouth and wrestling with his.
Letting go for just a few seconds, Colt pushes the folds of my dress up to my waist, bunching it up over my stomach, and grabs at my thong with both his hands. I lift my ass up from the bed as he pulls on the fabric, sliding it down my legs in a teasing way. God, sitting here half-naked with these two is almost more than I could've asked for, the big prize after a hard day.
As Colt takes care of my thong, Daniel moves his hands to my back and unzips my dress, baring my skin there; I lift my arms up in the air, allowing him to push the dress out off me and he throws it on top of the bed. He unhooks my lace bra after that, pushing its straps down my shoulders and throwing it on top of the dress with one anxious movement. My hard nipples almost buzz with contentment, the air in the room caressing the naked tips of my breasts with care.
I pull back from Daniel’s kiss and let a barely audible moan escape my lips as Colt brushes a fingertip over my wetness, my drenched folds burning up with desire. Free from my lips, Daniel then closes the distance between him and Colt and kisses him, and I just watch them do it, becoming wetter and wetter with every small movement of their lips. Completely burning up with lust, I tangle my fingers in Daniel’s hair and push his head down, his lips flying straight to my neck and nibbling at the tender and smooth skin there. Him and Colt follow after me when I lie down on the bed, the soft mattress under my body, and I close my eyes as the two men I love delight themselves with my body.
It took me a while to see that what I felt for them went beyond the physical. It is something far more powerful, something untamable, wild, and free. You might call it love, but what the three of us have goes far beyond that. Now I guess we can call ourselves a real family. Sure, most people will never be able to understand what we have, but what do I care? Can love even be a wrong thing?
Colt stops that train of thought easily, pressing his thumb over my clit and slowly mounting up the pressure. I start swaying my hips as I run my small fingers through Daniel’s hair, jumbling it and pulling at stray brown locks. With both men lying down by my side, thinking rationally is an impossible mission.
My heart is beating fast and incessantly and, even though I can’t know it for sure, I’m willing to bet that it’s beating in unison with their own hearts. We are in sync, the three of us. Oh, you have no idea how good sex can be when this happens. It’s pure transcendence. It has already happened once, and now I need it to happen again… and again.
Blindly, I look for Daniel’s crotch; I place my hand on his leg and let it slide upward until I find the bulging between his legs. I trace its contour with my index finger and then press my hand down on it. In my small hands, his cock seems impossibly big. Well, maybe that’s because it really is that big. These two are simply a force of nature, their cocks like massive tree trunks.
With hurried movements, I grab at his belt, unclasping it and pushing it off of his waist. Still using only one hand, I unzip his pants and then curl my fingers around his cock, over the fabric of his boxer briefs. I grab it hard, stroking him so fast I can’t help but picture him pounding him with the same ferocity. Just thinking of that makes me even wetter, and I truly have no idea how’s that even possible.
My fingers become even tighter around Daniel’s cock the moment Colt slides one finger inside of me. He hooks it in me fast, his fingertip brushing all the way up my inner walls until it meets that hidden burning spot inside of me. He rubs it there, my breathing growing more and more ragged as he does it.
Almost growling, I tug on Daniel’s boxers. I open my eyes just in time to see his thick rod jumping up, its tip already glistening with pre-cum. I lay one finger at his cock’s root, and then run it all the way up his shaft before I grab it once more. God, I need to have him in my mouth.