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Lightly stroking Nathaniel, I wrap my lips around Adriano's cock. I suck, taking him deeper for a few strokes, teasing him by pulling away to direct my oral attention to Nathaniel. I alternate back and forth, taking each man in and savoring the differences between the way their cocks feel in my mouth and the way their wetness tastes on my tongue.
When I close my eyes for a moment, Nathaniel orders me to open them. “Look at me, Georgina. Look at us. We want to see you.”
So I do. My eyes don't leave theirs, the connection with each of them intensifying as I quickly find a rhythm. Their hands tangle in my hair – Nathaniel's grasp firm, Adriano's more gentle. Everything about this should feel wrong.
Except it doesn’t.
They talk to me the entire time, telling me how wet and warm and tight my mouth is, how it feels when my tongue flicks their dicks, how they want me to swallow them deeper and deeper. The throbbing between my legs intensifies in response to their dirty talk until I’m moaning as I suck them, my entire body turned on by the act of pleasuring both men at the same time. My nipples are erect, begging for attention, my clit so swollen that I can barely keep from touching myself.
“It’s like your sweet little mouth was made for us,” Adriano says, his hand caressing my face as I move down his shaft.
"It was made for both of us," Nathaniel growls when I turn to him. His fingers entwine in my hair as he fucks my mouth, his movements less gentle than Adriano's, and I think he's starting to lose control.
I think I might like it.
When I take my attention away from him, substituting my hand for my lips as I turn to Adriano, Nathaniel lets out a long, frustrated groan. "Your mouth is heaven."
"Did you think about this, Georgina?" Adriano asks, his eyes searching mine. "Did you think about sucking both of our cocks when you touched yourself?"
I pull away to answer, stroking each of them in my hands, their cocks well-lubricated by my saliva and their pre-cum. "Yes," I answer, breathless from my own arousal.
Right now, I want them so badly I can hardly think about anything else but the incessant throbbing between my legs. Right now, I want to jerk them off until they come all over me. Right now, I want to swallow them whole.
"Knowing you have both of us in the palms of your hands makes you wet, doesn't it?" Nathaniel asks. "We're at your mercy and you love it."
Fuck. “Yes.”
Adriano groans loudly, and I think he might explode as I stroke him. But Nathaniel growls, taking my hand away. "Slide your fingers between your legs right now.”
"Show us how wet you are, sugar," Adriano agrees. He takes over for me, his cock in his hand, watching me.
I already know how wet I am.
But now I show them. Slipping my fingers between my legs, I coat them with my slickness and hold them up so they can see. "I’m… really wet.”
I'm turned on by the fact that these two men are standing over me jerking themselves off. I'm not sure who I am right now.
“Have you ever touched yourself in front of two men before?” Nathaniel asks.
“I think you already know the answer to that question," I reply. "I’ve never done it in front of one person, let alone two."
“Oh, hell,” Adriano groans.
“Slide your fingers between your legs, Georgina. I want to see you touch yourself. Show us how you touched yourself when you were thinking about us,” Nathaniel orders.
So I do. With one hand braced against Nathaniel's muscular thigh, I press my fingers against my clit as I watch both of them stroke their cocks above me. Their expressions are already stSummerd and I know they must be close to exploding.
I want to taste them when they do.
The thought makes me even hotter.
“Fuck yourself with your fingers,” Adriano says, as if he can read my mind and my desires.
Whimpering, I do exactly that. My pussy is slick and my fingers slip easily inside. I can’t suppress the moan that escapes my lips as I press the palm of my hand against my clit.
> I want more. I want them inside me. I want them in my mouth.
I want to taste everything from them.
I'm practically delirious, out of my mind with lust as I bring myself closer to the edge. I fuck myself with my fingers, wanting it to be their cocks instead.
Then Nathaniel warns me: "Fuck, Georgina, I'm close. I'm going to come all over those perfect tits of yours if you don't tell me not to."
"Not before I do," Adriano chimes in.
I’m about to chide them for the competitiveness – competitive coming?! – but I don’t. Instead, I look up at them and I open my mouth.
It's literally an open invitation for them.
"Is that what you want, Georgina?" Nathaniel growls. "You want us to come in your mouth?"
Yes.
I nod, no time to speak the word before the prospect of tasting them pushes me over the edge and I'm coming. I grip Nathaniel's thigh, my fingernails digging into him as I cry out.
My cries mix with theirs as they come on my open mouth. The taste of their cum mingles together, the combination salty and sweet and familiar and new all at the same time.
I feel filthy. Absolutely filthy.
And I've never felt more alive.
