“Beautiful,” he said. And he meant it. I could see it in his eyes.
He thought I was beautiful. Not just hot, or cute, or pretty. Beautiful. My tummy fluttered as I hooked my fingers inside my thong and slid it down, and I was wet already, the lace damp against my thighs.
Naked, and excited, and scared, and completely unsure of what to do next, so I made for the obvious choice, climbing up onto the bed and kneeling at the top, thighs spread wide enough that the air felt cool against my wet pussy.
It was the right move. Carl and Rick came closer, then gave each other a look. A smile. Rick pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it to the side, and Carl unbuttoned his shirt, slowly. I was spoiled, unsure where to look, flicking my eyes between the two as they dropped their jeans in unison. Rick’s tattoos were divine, his abs tight and lean, and his cock, his cock was awesome. I was falling for Rick, and it was crazy, I got that feeling as I looked at him, that aching lurch of want. And there was Carl. Huge and ripped and so perfectly defined.
The guy was more than just a guy. He was imposing, and intimidating, and hot. Crazily, scarily hot. I dared to look at his cock, and my throat felt dry, but I smiled.
He’d fit. They’d fit. Surely. Definitely. Hopefully. I mean, you can push a whole fucking baby out of that hole, right?
Right?
But that hole felt like it had closed up tight, battened down the hatches and called a time out. My muscles were stiff, and tense, thrumming with nerves, and still my clit buzzed, wanting. I guess it didn’t get the same memo as the rest of me.
I brushed my hair from my shoulders, gave a little shimmy, aiming for porn star but most likely falling well short, and then I beckoned them forward, invited them up.
And they came. Both of them. Climbing onto the bed and heading straight for me, two crazy hot guys with fire in their eyes, stalking me on all fours. I fought the urge to giggle, adrenaline making me giddy, but as they rose to their knees in front of me I didn’t want to giggle at all. My tentative fingers reached out, coming to rest on two solid chests, and I stared at the path I made, brushing over two sets of abs. I’d landed lucky with these two. Really lucky.
Their cocks were both impressive side by side. Rick’s Prince Albert was thick, a heavy ring that glinted in the lamplight. I took hold of his shaft, enjoying my first real look at him, and there were more. Two barbell piercings through the bottom of his shaft by his balls, and fuck they looked good. Carl’s cock was darker, thicker, the veins so much more pronounced. My fingers looked so tiny as I took him in hand, gripping tight around his shaft, straining to enclose him, and falling well short.
I worked my hands in sync, up and down slowly, teasing two dicks like it was the most regular thing in the world, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I didn’t want to tear my eyes away. Rick groaned, and Carl rested a hand on my shoulder, and it encouraged me, gave me the confidence to work them harder, solid strokes, all the way up and down, and my fingers urged them to move, guided them closer until they shifted, hip to hip, shuffling until they were close enough that I could press their dicks against each other, shaft to shaft, and they grunted, and moved their hips, cocks rubbing, thrusting, and I held them, gripped them, stared so hard at the girth of those two swollen heads that my tummy tensed.
They were so fucking big.
Oh fuck.
Rick’s fingers brushed my cheek. “That’s good,” he said. “That’s so fucking good.”
Carl’s grip tightened on my shoulder, hips thrusting, and I could feel his eyes on me, burning me. Gently he pushed me backwards, and my heart pounded. “Lie down,” he said. “On your back.”
I tried to swallow but my throat was dry, and I couldn’t take my eyes from those dicks, trying to imagine the both of them pushing inside. My clit thumped, but my nerves were wired. I looked up at them, looked between them, trying my best to smile confidently and pretend this was no