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so perfectly that I didn't want to miss a moment of it.
“Let me watch you,” I said in a clear voice. Owen picked his head up from the side of my knee and gave me a questioning look. Lyle removed his head from the divot between my hip and rib cage gave me another look. I placed my fingertips on their shoulders and pushed them each back gently.
“You’re still wearing clothes,” I explained. “I want to watch you get naked. Take them off.”
Lyle shot Owen a look but obediently back-crawled up the bed to stand the floor. He waited for Owen to join him, then they each began disrobing the rest of the way.
Though they both had a distinct style that I was starting to understand, they still synced up as though this had been choreographed and rehearsed in advance. As their trousers and jockey shorts dropped to the floor their thickened cocks both bounced free and pointed directly at me. I sucked in a swift hitch of breath, gazing hungrily at their long, muscular bodies and the easy, graceful way they stood together.
What could I say? Was there any way to let them know how utterly perfect this all felt? How absolutely ready I was to be overwhelmed and give myself completely to them again, and again, and again?
I just flung up my arms and smiled, and I could tell that they knew. Sliding up smoothly beside me, Lyle to my front and Owen to my back, they fit on either side like puzzle pieces. In moments we were all rocking together, arms flung over arms, legs pinned between legs, my wet juices sliding against Owen’s thigh and then Lyle's thigh and then Owen’s thigh once again.
My hands drifted over Lyle's firm, muscular chest as he kissed me deeply, his tongue spearing toward my palate, his hands pushing my arms apart so that Owen could pull them back from behind me.
I flung my thigh backward over Owen’s hip. I wanted him to enter me first. I hadn't been able to keep track so that they could really take turns, but I knew I wanted him in me, and fast.
“Tell me you want me,” Owen growled in my ear, his hands tangled in my hair and pulling my head back.
“I want you to take me,” I moaned, breaking away from Lyle's kiss just long enough to catch my breath.
I felt Owen gnawing against my shoulder blade and then his hand drifting down to line himself up. The wide head of his cock pressed against my tight, puckered opening. I sucked my breath in through my teeth and consciously commanded my body to relax.
“Shhhh,” Lyle said, encouraging me. “Just let him in, baby,” he murmured sweetly, stroking my cheek and kissing my eyelids. I nodded and relaxed my ass and thighs as Owen guided himself into me.
There was that burning, stretching feeling and then I was filled with him. He began stroking slowly, dropping warm globs of lube along his shaft as he worked his way deeper and deeper into me. I opened my eyes and found Lyle staring at me, his mouth hanging open in a happy smile, his eyes heavy-lidded.
“Now you,” I whispered. “I need you inside me too.”
Lyle caught his lower lip between his teeth and reached down with his fingers to play with my wet, slick clit for a few moments. As Owen thrust deeply inside me, Lyle circled my clit with his fingers. I moaned deep in my chest and began to wiggle my hips.
“Lyle, I need you,” I said and urgent whisper. “I don't want to come before you are inside me!”
“Baby, I can make you come all night,” he assured me, but he moved to guide himself with his hand toward my pussy. I saw him glance over my shoulder at Owen and their eyes met as though silently figuring out how to sync up.
He pressed his thick head against my opening and paused, waiting for Owen’s stroke to let out. Then when Owen was almost completely out Lyle began to thrust into me.
I gasped. Lyle's hand hooked behind my knee and slid down to the heel of my stiletto. He held it like a handle and maneuvered my legs open as they both entered me at once. Their thick, rock hard cocks were
“Let me watch you,” I said in a clear voice. Owen picked his head up from the side of my knee and gave me a questioning look. Lyle removed his head from the divot between my hip and rib cage gave me another look. I placed my fingertips on their shoulders and pushed them each back gently.
“You’re still wearing clothes,” I explained. “I want to watch you get naked. Take them off.”
Lyle shot Owen a look but obediently back-crawled up the bed to stand the floor. He waited for Owen to join him, then they each began disrobing the rest of the way.
Though they both had a distinct style that I was starting to understand, they still synced up as though this had been choreographed and rehearsed in advance. As their trousers and jockey shorts dropped to the floor their thickened cocks both bounced free and pointed directly at me. I sucked in a swift hitch of breath, gazing hungrily at their long, muscular bodies and the easy, graceful way they stood together.
What could I say? Was there any way to let them know how utterly perfect this all felt? How absolutely ready I was to be overwhelmed and give myself completely to them again, and again, and again?
I just flung up my arms and smiled, and I could tell that they knew. Sliding up smoothly beside me, Lyle to my front and Owen to my back, they fit on either side like puzzle pieces. In moments we were all rocking together, arms flung over arms, legs pinned between legs, my wet juices sliding against Owen’s thigh and then Lyle's thigh and then Owen’s thigh once again.
My hands drifted over Lyle's firm, muscular chest as he kissed me deeply, his tongue spearing toward my palate, his hands pushing my arms apart so that Owen could pull them back from behind me.
I flung my thigh backward over Owen’s hip. I wanted him to enter me first. I hadn't been able to keep track so that they could really take turns, but I knew I wanted him in me, and fast.
“Tell me you want me,” Owen growled in my ear, his hands tangled in my hair and pulling my head back.
“I want you to take me,” I moaned, breaking away from Lyle's kiss just long enough to catch my breath.
I felt Owen gnawing against my shoulder blade and then his hand drifting down to line himself up. The wide head of his cock pressed against my tight, puckered opening. I sucked my breath in through my teeth and consciously commanded my body to relax.
“Shhhh,” Lyle said, encouraging me. “Just let him in, baby,” he murmured sweetly, stroking my cheek and kissing my eyelids. I nodded and relaxed my ass and thighs as Owen guided himself into me.
There was that burning, stretching feeling and then I was filled with him. He began stroking slowly, dropping warm globs of lube along his shaft as he worked his way deeper and deeper into me. I opened my eyes and found Lyle staring at me, his mouth hanging open in a happy smile, his eyes heavy-lidded.
“Now you,” I whispered. “I need you inside me too.”
Lyle caught his lower lip between his teeth and reached down with his fingers to play with my wet, slick clit for a few moments. As Owen thrust deeply inside me, Lyle circled my clit with his fingers. I moaned deep in my chest and began to wiggle my hips.
“Lyle, I need you,” I said and urgent whisper. “I don't want to come before you are inside me!”
“Baby, I can make you come all night,” he assured me, but he moved to guide himself with his hand toward my pussy. I saw him glance over my shoulder at Owen and their eyes met as though silently figuring out how to sync up.
He pressed his thick head against my opening and paused, waiting for Owen’s stroke to let out. Then when Owen was almost completely out Lyle began to thrust into me.
I gasped. Lyle's hand hooked behind my knee and slid down to the heel of my stiletto. He held it like a handle and maneuvered my legs open as they both entered me at once. Their thick, rock hard cocks were
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