"She's wearing too many clothes," Sam commented. He went to one side of the bed, Jack to the other and crawled on, slowly stripping me of my blouse, bra and skirt. I doubted I'd see my panties, the ones tucked into Jack's shirt on the floor, ever again.
"What about you?" While I was naked, they were still dressed.
It took seconds for them to strip bare and I couldn't decide which way I should look. On my right was Sam, my left Jack. God, two naked cowboys.
Sam was dark everywhere. He either tanned naked or was naturally dark complected. He had a smattering of hair on his chest that tapered into a thin line beneath his navel and went directly to the thatch at the base of his cock. His very big, very erect cock.
Then there was Jack. Jack's hair on his head was fair, as if bleached by the sun. He, too, had hair on his chest, but it was darker than on his head. His cock was thicker than Sam's and a drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip. I wasn't sure if I could get that broad head inside my pussy, let alone my mouth.
I salivated at the idea of trying.
Perhaps he was a mind reader because he crooked a finger and I crawled across the bed toward him. I looked up at him through my lashes, his cock bobbing right in front of my face.
He gripped the base, stroked it once. "That's all for you. That pre-cum is for you. Lick it up."
His voice was dark and dominant and I knew that I was not in charge here. I was not in control. For the first time in … ever I was okay with that. I didn't need to think. I didn't need to worry about anything. We were going places tonight that I could only dream of, and then even further. I needed to let them guide me. If he wanted his cock in my mouth, that was fine with me.
As he held his cock for me, I licked the head like a lollipop, the sharp taste of his fluid coating my tongue. He groaned and it made me feel powerful. Opening wide, I took the head into my mouth. He was big. Holy hell, I couldn't take all of him. I'd heard of women taking a man's cock down her throat. That wasn't happening with Jack.
I felt the bed dip behind me and Sam's hand stroked down my spine. I sighed and closed my eyes at the decadent feel of it. A sharp swat to my ass had my eyes widening.
"Don't stop sucking Jack's cock, doll."
I pulled off him and looked over my shoulder at Sam. He grinned as he slid his hand from where he was caressing the spot he'd spanked and between my legs. "That look's going to get you fucked."
I didn't think it was possible to get any wetter, but I could feel it on my thighs, hear the sound of it as Sam's fingers continued to move. I shifted my hips, beginning to ride his fingers, but he spanked me again.
"Oh no, you don't. Suck Jack's cock, doll, and I'll give you what you need."
Looking up at Jack again, his eyes were hooded. He took my hand and wrapped my fingers around his cock. I felt it pulse beneath my palm, so thick, so silky soft yet hard.
"I shouldn't want this," I said. Was that my voice?
"But you do," Jack replied.
Flicking my tongue out, I licked off another pearly drop, let it coat my tongue. "But I do."
I took his cock as deep as he could go now, pumping my fist at the same time. I wasn't the best at this, but I had to hope my enthusiasm would mask any lack in skill. By the way Jack groaned, it seemed to be working.
Sam shifted on the bed. I heard a drawer open, then the crinkle of foil before his hand cupped my hip, held me in place as his cock slid through my wetness, pressed against my entrance, then slid deep in one slow stroke.
Fuck, the feel of him, stretching me wide and filling me so deep was incredible. I squirmed, unaccustomed to such penetration as I moaned around Jack's cock. The pleasure, hot and bright, made my skin tingle, my clit ache.
Jack's fingers tangled in my hair, guided me to take his cock as he liked.
Sam didn't move, held himself perfectly still as I closed my eyes and savored the thick feel of him. Of both of them. I was impaled front and back and I didn't want to be anywhere else.
"I'm not going to last," Jack said.
"Hell, I'm not even moving, doll, letting you adjust to me, and I'm going to blow. You've reduced us to horny teenagers."
I clenched down with my inner walls, feeling him, learning how he fit me. Sam groaned, spanked me again. I clenched even harder.
"Do you want to come, doll?" Sam asked, beginning to move his cock. In. Out. The pace was ridiculously slow, but every single nerve ending in my pussy was rubbed just right. His fingers gripped my hips, holding me just where he wanted me.
I couldn't do anything about it. Sure, I could tell them no and I knew they'd stop, but that wasn't what I really wanted. I wanted him to move more.
I couldn't nod as I sucked Jack's cock, so I made a sound, something close to a yes.
Jack groaned.
"Why is that?" Sam asked.
I pulled off Jack's cock and looked over my shoulder. "You want to have a conversation now?"
"Tell me why you should come."
"Fuck, Sam, I want my dick back in her mouth," Jack complained.
Sam's magical cock stroked over some place deep inside that had me arching my back and crying out. "There. Right there again. Please." I wasn't beyond begging. Not now.
Sam stilled. "Oh, no. Tell us why you should come, doll."
"Because … because I'm a good girl," I replied, breathless.
I was a total slut. What the hell was I doing with two men? One cock in my mouth, one in my pussy. What was I doing writhing and moaning, begging and talking about sex? Chad never went for any of this. Jack's hand covered mine on his cock and he began to stroke, slow at first, then harder and my ex was forgotten. Obviously I'd been with a loser who didn't know how to use his cock because Sam was going to make me come and he wasn't even moving. Then Jack-
"Stick out your tongue," he said. I looked up at him through my lashes, saw the tenderness in his gaze that contrasted with the tense jaw, the corded muscles in his neck. His cock was right in front of my mouth, a dark plum color and shiny from my mouth.
It was naughty, but I wanted it. I wanted it all, so I did as Jack wanted.
Placing the tip of his cock on my tongue, he groaned. Thick pulses of his cum spurted into my open mouth and coated my tongue. I kept my eyes on his the whole time, reveling in the way his eyes closed tightly, his skin flushed. His lips formed a thin line. He exhaled deeply. I'd reduced him to sheer pleasure and he'd all but painted the proof of it on my taste buds.
When his cock had been emptied, he moved back.
"Show Sam."
Jack was a dirty talker. What he was having me do was so filthy, but all it did was make me wetter. I turned my head, looked over my shoulder.
Sam saw his cousin's seed in my mouth. "You're right. You are a good girl. Swallow, sweetness."
I closed my mouth and did just that. Jack's salty, tangy flavor coated my tongue and filled my belly. I'd never swallowed before, never enjoyed it, but with Jack, with Sam watching, I liked it.
Jack reached out, took my chin, tilted my head back so I had to look at him. With his thumb, he brushed off an errant drop of cum from the corner of my mouth. "Open."
I did and he slipped the tip of his cock back in.
"Clean me up." I licked the flared head clean. There was no missing the pleasure in his gaze or the way his cock was still hard.
Sam leaned over me, placed his hand beside mine on the bed. His warm body pressed against my back, the soft hair of his chest tickling my sensitized skin.
"I changed my mind. You're not a good girl. You're very, very naughty," he murmured. "You've just swallowed Jack's cum while my cock fills your tight little pussy. You think you should come?"
"Yes!" I cried.
He licked the shell of my ear, tsked me. "You get to come because you like to suck cock. You like to take two men at once." He swatted my ass, the hot sting of it making me gasp, especially when it only made me ache more, made my clit pulse. "You like to be spanked."
"Yes!" I repeated. I did.
Scooping me up, Sam pulled me upright so I was straddling his thighs, our knees bent. I was sitting in his lap with his cock embedded deep. He held me in place with his hands on my breasts, Jack right in front of me.
"Jack's going to watch you come."
Putting one knee on the bed, Jack shook his head. "Not just watch. I'm going to help."
He reached between my legs and flicked my swollen, sensitive clit.
"Oh!" I cried, trying to shift my hips. I couldn't, Sam's hold too tight. Sweat coated my skin. The scent of sex swirled around us, dark and carnal. This wasn't like anything I'd ever … ever done before.
Sam began to lift and lower me as he thrust his hips up, fucking me now. His time for holding still had passed. His drive toward coming was fierce and he took me hard, pinching and tugging on my nipples as he did so.
With his mouth on my neck, Sam groaned, I felt him thicken and lengthen inside me just before he came. I was right there with him, so hot, so needy, so ready to give over to my own pleasure, but I couldn't do it. I couldn't get there, even as I tried to shift my hips. I cried out with equal parts need and frustration.