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Imagining Dylan’s cock in her at the same time as Mike’s made her moan and tweak her own nipple. A strong hand pushed it away.

“Oh, no, you don’t,” Dylan’s voice cajoled. “That’s my job.”

She felt Mike’s chuckle on her clit as he drove her crazy, soft tongue teasing her skin, bringing her so achingly close. Sliding her hand on Dylan’s skin while the other buried itself in Mike’s hair, Laura feared she would come this second. They were too much, together, but oh, God, how good it was.

The scent of both men mixed with hers, like the ocean at sunrise. Man and nothing but. She needed to taste them, and she pulled Dylan to her. Her tongue poked out and licked his arm.

“Don’t waste that tongue there, Babe,” Dylan murmured.

And just then, Laura lost control. Mike moved up to kiss her. He was the gentle savior, always tender and sweet. Oh, how her clit craved attention. Four hands, two men, and she was still ravenous.

“Oh, please, more!” she begged. One hand found her clit and she bucked against it, eager for release. Mike’s mouth grazed against her ear. She shivered, making her wetter. Dylan’s other hand traveled up to her breasts, pinching as he rubbed her, keeping her orgasm at the ready, her hips bucking to find a rhythm for release.

“You have the most luscious body,” Mike groaned.

Laura wanted to believe it. Years of being teased for her curves had toughened her but now she found her true partners. All the insecurities she felt, every worry, roared into her mind, and then Dylan sidled up to her face, giving her a gentle kiss.

“Laura, I’ve wanted you for so long,” he said. “We have.” The hand on her clit, their words, all sent her over the edge, her cries a prayer as she came. Dylan held her, strong arms feeling the waves as she trembled and twitched, a flood of intensity making her head explode.

She batted at Mike’s hand, which still strummed her, the orgasm released, and she lay panting, with two naked, gorgeous men staring at her.

Oh, shit, she thought. Now what? She was so spent already, Laura didn’t know what to do next. Two hot men were in her bed. She was about to have her first threesome. And all she could do was stare back.

“Ready for round two?” Dylan asked, as Mike took her hand and placed it on his rock-hard cock.

She slid her hand from the base to the tip as Dylan pressed her shoulder lightly, Mike moving to the side of the bed. She felt a small drop of pre-cum on Mike’s rigid cock, and the fluid made it easier to stroke him, Mike’s knees buckling as she groaned.

Meanwhile, Dylan climbed on top of her, his cock soon in her face, and as she took him in her lips she felt two fingers slide inside her soaking pussy. Not what she expected, so soon, and yet her body surprised her with a deep, abdominal muscle clench and a groan that made her vibrate against Dylan’s cock, making him groan and he pushed against her, riding her mouth.

As she deep throated him, she focused on giving Mike attention, too. What were the chances she’d found two incredible men like this, hot for her, the girl who was teased when it came to romance? She knew they weren’t lying; she could tell by how they touched her. She relaxed. It made this moment so much more precious, for they appreciated her for who she was.

Dylan stiffened and she knew he was about to cum. She wanted both of them in her, though. Was she crazy? The guys weren’t touching each other.

“Oh, no!” Dylan shouted, pulling out of her mouth. “No, not like this,” he begged, glancing at Mike.

Mike nodded. His hand stopped on her clit, making her cry out. “Oh, Laura, this is going to be so fun,” he said, sliding up her body, caressing her, as Dylan walked over to the couch.

Filled with a new sense of confidence, Laura stood and ran her hands over her breasts. “Ah, Mike, the question is: Can you both satisfy me?” The question emboldened her and turned up the heat a notch, both men puffing out and elongating at her words, their hands and bodies larger and warmer, the air tingling with suspense.

His rough hands claimed her, the force shocking her, the crush of his lips an answer. Dylan pulled them apart gently, cocky and ready, as Mike sat down on the couch. Now Dylan kissed her, exploring and teasing, making her wet and eager for what was next.

Dylan nudged her to sit on Mike’s hot, rigid cock; it was time, finally. Sliding down his pole, she straddled him as her pussy walls clenched and held on, Dylan bending her over just enough to make what came next possible.

A slick sensation hit her backside, Dylan getting her ready. His mouth was on her ass, shocking her, the sensation new and aching. Never before had she let her mind go there, the taboo so great that unless she read about rimming in a magazine or story she didn’t consider it, pushing it out of her mind like so many other forbidden pleasures. It felt so good, yet seemed slightly wrong.