I can’t stop sucking Marco’s cock. I lap the end of it, begging for more of his cum. The ride around the track got me so fucking hot.

The car was awesome, the speed exciting. But watching Marco’s strong arms and long-fingered hands easily turning the wheel and casually inching up to 100 mph—just got me so wet.

Something clicks, and I look up. Marco has pulled a lever on the side of the seat, moving it back and reclining it.

“Get that hot ass up here,” he whispers urgently.

I crawl up to him, grinning. Now that the seat is laying flat against the floor, there is enough room for me to crawl on top of him. I just had a wicked idea and the cramped space of the car will only make it better.

As I wrap his waist with my legs, I lean up to give him a kiss. He makes it deep and long.

“I want your pussy.” His voice is husky, like a growl.

It’s a good thing I kicked off my heels and got rid of the panties before I moved over. My plan would be impossible if I hadn’t. I reach one leg down beside him and towards the door as far as it will go.

Bracing that toe off the floor, I bring my other leg down, out the door then I lean forward and reach for the other seat, pulling myself up again, so I’m lying across him. Marco sees what I’m trying to do, and his laugh is pure pleasure.

Using the seat, I spin myself around and grab his knees. Just as I do, I feel him grab my legs and drag me toward his mouth. His hands roughly push up my dress. I hear him moan as he begins to eat my wet pussy.

His hands grab my ass, gripping and squeezing as his mouth works deep inside me.

I start working his cock again. I’m not ready to let it go. He can have his meal while I finish my own.

The change of angle gets me even more excited. I reach one hand around to touch his balls, and they are still slick and cool. I suck his cock hard into my mouth, but I can’t get it all the way in because Marco has hold of my hips.

As I try to move to get his cock down my throat, he fights me, gripping my hips and dragging me back towards him. His hot tongue reaches out, teasing my clit and delving inside of me. He pulls me roughly toward him and plants his lips firmly over my ass sliding down to my pussy again.

He starts sucking on my clit as he brings his hand down from my hips. He pushes two fingers into me, moaning as he eats away at the clit.

I’m trying to reach his cock but he has one arm around my hips now, and he won’t let me move. I start to writhe as a third finger goes in, pushing gently at my slick edges, then thrusting harder as his lips and tongue slide around my clit.

I keep playing with his balls, gently rolling and squeezing them. His cock is standing to attention, thickening with all the caresses I give it. I can only reach its the head, so I content myself by rolling it across my tongue and sucking it.

He grabs my hips, coming up from my wet pussy.

“Out,” his voice is breathy and rasping, “Get on the hood.”

I crawl forward, carefully bringing my legs over Marco as I slip out. He jumps out behind me, cock high and straining. I move to the front of the car and he pushes me towards the bonnet, all rational thought gone from his mind.

My pussy is so hot and throbbing I know I’m in the same state.

I lean forward over the car, the engine under the hood still hot. The metal is hard and smooth but so warm on my tits and belly. I feel him grab my hips. He teases my entrance with the head of his cock, just a little.

The sound he makes is like a man in pain. One hand goes to his cock to guide it in. The first thrust is so slow that I struggle against it.

He gets a firm grip on each hip and draws it out, slowly.

He’s watching his cock go in and out, and I can hear him whispering, “Yes, oh god, fuck yes.”

He’s getting harder and thicker by the second. I can feel it as my lips stretch apart, and the length of his cock pushes deep in me.

He starts ramming me hard, slapping me against the hot car—hot in a literal sense. Everything’s hot, and I can feel my pussy clenching.

I’m dripping wet. I can feel it forcing itself around the edges of his cock. He slams me against the car with his hips. Keeping one hand firmly on one hip, he reaches up and grabs my shoulder, buckling me between his two hands like a doll.

I bend, screaming, legs open as wide as they can to invite his rock-hard cock even further in.

“Harder!” I scream gripping at the car, scrabbling for purchase as he fucks me. “Harder, oh god, fuck me, Marco!”

Both of his hands grip me tighter as his thrusts come in faster and harder. I’m coming everywhere at once, crackling tingles running all down my spine and hands. As his cock swells and begins to pump, I come again—my pussy gripping his cock like it doesn’t want to let it go.

He stays still, cock buried in me right to the end, gasping, waiting for his cock to stop jerking and filling me full of cum before he pulls out.

He throws himself against the bonnet, exhausted. Then we look at each other, grinning like idiots. He takes my hand as we continue to look into each other’s eyes and kiss.

I’m having the time of my life. Each one of these boys has so much to offer. I can’t choose between them.

I don’t know which one I prefer. They are so unique in their own ways. Maybe, this has been my problem all along.

I need more than one man to satisfy me.

They’re not bad men. I’m quite sure of this.

I feel a cold tightness in my belly as I realize there is no way I can complete my mission.