I’m staring out of the window as the car cruises through NY traffic. It’s rush hour, and I should be using the time to go through the dozens of emails sitting in my inbox. Or maybe I should return a few phone calls and try to find a foothold in this New Kingston debacle. But tired as I am, all I do is look out the window, taking in the moving view of the city.

The sidewalks are full with people going on about their day, the intricate Albany politics nothing more than a footnote to their personal lives. It never ceases to amaze me how the fate of millions are decided by a handful of people, and how little everyday Americans actually care about it. But that’s why people like me exist; as a Senator, it’s my duty to carry their burden, doesn’t matter how heavy.

Of course, that’s also Liam’s and Carter’s burden. Governor, Mayor, Senator—it really doesn’t matter what they call us, what matters is that we exist to serve. Too bad that everyone has their own definition of service, and that’s exactly why we’re all sharpening knives even though we’re on the same team.

"And here we are," my driver says, looking at me through the rearview mirror. He reaches for the handle of his door, ready to go around the car and open my door, but I just wave him away.

"Don’t worry, Bill," I smile at him, clutching my briefcase to my chest as I open the door. "Have a good evening."

"Likewise, Senator," he responds merrily, changing the radio station to something more to his liking. By the time he settles on a station, I’m already standing on the sidewalk. I turn toward the entrance to my apartment building and I freeze. I have to blink twice in order to make sure that what I’m seeing isn’t a hallucination.

Carter and Liam stand in front of the door to my apartment building, talking in a hushed tone. I walk toward them as fast as I can, a panicky feeling growing inside my heart. These two are prone to share words and fists, and I want to get between them before that happens.

"What’s going on?" I ask them as they turn toward me. Liam has his usual smirk on his lips, but Carter is donning a smile as well. I’m taken aback by their easiness, and I look from one to the other, trying to get an answer to my question.

"Here she is!" Liam says, glancing at Carter. "Right on time."

"We were just talking about you," Carter continues, a serious but carefree expression on his face, if that’s even possible.

"About me? What’s going on, guys?" I repeat, looking from one to the other. They remain in silence, but finally Carter reaches for the building’s door and pushes it back.

"Why don’t we get inside? Before anyone decides to start snapping pictures." I nod, and walk past the two men. They follow after me, still in silence, and I call for the elevator.

"You’re not punching each other, so I guess that’s a good sign," I tell them, leaning against the marble wall as I wait for the elevator.

"Smart as always, Senator," Liam says in a mocking tone, folding his arms over his chest. I open my mouth to respond, but I’m cut short by the sudden ding of the elevator doors; they open and the three of us step inside. I press the button to my floor, and in a couple of seconds, we’re being carried all the way to the top.

"So, what’s this all about?" I start, anxiety making me eager for answers. I look from one to the other, my heart beating fast as I realize I’m all alone with them.

"This… This is about doing the right thing," Carter says, taking one step toward me. I look him in the eyes, not really sure of the meaning behind his words. I turn to Liam, but he simply nods at me, agreeing with Carter.

"And what’s the right thing, Carter? Tell me, because I’m dying to know." Without a single word, he leans into me, slowly closing the distance between our mouths, and presses his lips against mine. I don’t move as he comes for me, my eyelids drooping by instinct. "This is the right thing," he whispers, pulling back from me. I don’t even have the time to think about what’s happening: as Carter pulls back, Liam comes closer and lays his lips against my neck, one hand resting on my waist.

"The right thing," Liam repeats Carter’s words, his lips close to my ear. "You were right, Vivian… It’s different when we’re together." I want to ask them about New Kingston, about the factories and the jobs, but I can’t seem to put the words into a coherent sentence. It seems that politics will have to take a backseat for the time being.

"Are you sure…?" I whisper, looking from one to the other as my pussy grows wet. God, I just want to hold them both and have their bodies pressed against mine… But I have to make sure they know what they’re doing. That we aren’t just digging a bigger hole for ourselves.

"I’ve never been more sure in my entire life," Carter says, leaning into me and kissing my neck. I close my eyes and sigh, the lips of both men caressing the soft skin on my neck.

"We want you, Vivian," Liam whispers, placing his hand over my knee and sliding it upward to the hem of my slim fitting skirt, his fingers moving under the narrow cut. "We want you bad."

"You have no idea how I wanted to hear that," I purr, my eyes still closed as I throw my head back and let both men kiss my neck.

"I think we have a pretty good idea," Carter says, his hand resting on my hip. I’m almost oblivious to the outside word and, if it weren’t for the loud ding of the elevator doors opening, I would just let them take me right here.

They let go of me almost immediately, and I step into the hallway, my mind blanketed by a mental fog. My hands are trembling as I reach inside my purse, looking for the keys; cursing under my breath, I finally find them. I try and get the right one inside the keyhole, but excitement is running so high inside my body that all I manage to do is scrape the opening without getting the key inside. Carter places his hand over mine, and steadying my fingers, we get the key in and turn it. The three of us step inside my apartment in a hurry, Liam slamming the door shut behind us.

"Finally," I whisper, turning my attention to the men behind me. The same grin is in their face, almost as if they are thinking of the same. Before I can even blink, they are on me, pressing me against the wall as their mouths fly straight to my neck again. I let go of my briefcase and purse, allowing them to fall on the floor with a dry thump. My hands now free, I run them through their hair, my head thrown back as I sigh heavily.

I’m ready to let them fuck me right here, against the wall, but Carter grabs my hands and guides me down the corridor. We get as far as the living room, and then he pushes me toward the leather couch at the center; I fall back, the leather shifting under my weight.

"I’ve been wasting time," Carter whispers, as much to himself as to me. A smile dawns on my lips, his words are assurance that we’re doing the right thing. Liam is standing next to him, and without taking his eyes off of me he bumps his elbow against Carter’s arm.

"You don’t imagine how much," he says, both their bodies swaying as if they don’t know who has the right of passage. As far as I’m concerned, they can come at me both. My eyes wander down from their faces to their chests, and I let them fall further down until I find their crotches. They’re both hard, the shape of their cocks showing from under the fabric of their pants. Reaching for them, I place my still trembling fingers against their pulsing members, feeling them brimming with desire.

"You told me you wanted to do the right thing," I tell them, raising my eyes. "Let’s do the right thing, then," I purr, trying to make myself clear. Of course, they don’t need innuendo or hints to understand what I’m getting at. After all, they were the ones waiting for me downstairs. And I hold no illusions about the reason they were there… Sure, they might have seen a way to cooperate in the political arena, but the championship trophy in their dispute has always been me. And now they’ve finally realized that we can all win. And that includes me, of course.

"You heard the lady," Liam tells Carter, sitting down next to me. Never taking his eyes off of mine, Carter sits on the other side, his hand going straight to my knee.

"I heard her, loud and clear," Carter says, his fingers sliding up to the hemline of my skirt. I lean back against the couch, lacing my arms around their necks and surrendering to their touch. As Carter slides his fingers under my skirt, Liam has his hands on my blouse, slowly unbuttoning it. I hear the buttons coming undone, Liam’s knuckles brushing against my bare skin, and I can’t help but sigh again.

With my blouse finally open, Liam’s fingers trace a straight line from my navel to my cleavage. The lace bra I’m wearing has its clasp on the front so, with a simple turn of his fingers, Liam unhooks it and pulls the cups to the side. A gentle electric buzz grows under my skin as I feel the fabric sliding over my hard nipples, the rosy tips anxious to feel Liam’s touch. He takes his time, though—instead of going for it straight away, he brushes his index finger around the base of my breasts, going back and forth with maddening motions.

As Liam focuses on my breasts, Carter’s hand moves between my thighs. I feel his fingertips brushing over my groins, his steady pressure applied over my thong. Then, as if both men were in tune, they move. Liam leans into me, his parted lips reaching for my nipple, and Carter flattens the palm of his hand over my pussy. It’s almost as if two explosions happen at once. The electric crackle of Carter’s touch climbs up my spine, blending with the feeling of Liam’s lips on my nipple, and sends a river of delight all the way to my brain.

"Now this is teamwork…" I moan, my fingers busy with disheveling their hair. I bite my lower lip as Carter starts to rub his hand against my pussy, the drenched fabric sticking to my skin. I start to raise my hips from the couch, pressing my wetness against Carter’s fingers; he presses harder against me, my insides clenching. Yanking on Liam’s hair, I pull him into me, forcing him to crush his mouth against my nipple. Both men pressing hard on my body, the bonfire of lust starts to become brighter inside my mind.

While he kisses my nipple, his tongue lapping at the hard tip, Liam takes his hands to my shoulders and pushes my blouse down. His long fingers then go back to my tits, squeezing them eagerly as I keep his head in place.

Not wanting to wait, I take my hand out of Carter’s head and reach for the zipper on my skirt, pushing it all the way down with an anxious movement. The zipper flies down easily, baring a hint of my thong and the tan skin of my outer thigh. That’s enough to make Carter go off like a bomb. With a growl climbing up his throat, he takes his hand out from my pussy and tugs on my skirt, pulling it harshly. I raise my ass from the seat, allowing him to undress me, and then lean back against the couch with a devious grin on my lips.

Wearing only my black lace thong and heels, I finally feel ready to be sacrificed at the altar of sin. Because, make no mistake about it, this is sin—maybe not in the religious sense, but there’s still that inherent sense of wrongness to what we’re doing. We’re skirting both the law and common decency, and if I’m being completely honest, it just makes it feel even better.

Liam’s lips are wrapped tight around my nipple, sucking it hard, and I decide that I want to find out what else his lips can do. I push his head down, and after offering some resistance, he finally starts kissing down my stomach. Knowing what I intend to do, Carter takes his hand out of my pussy, opening the space for Liam. But he doesn’t remove himself from action, of course—he takes the fingers he just had pressed against my pussy and brushes them against my lips, making my own scent inundate me. I open my mouth and suck on his fingers, imagining that I’m sucking on something far better… You don’t need me to tell you what I’m imagining, do I? Good.

When Liam reaches the place where skin and thong meet, I push him further down; he goes willingly, immediately pressing his open mouth against the drenched fabric that covers my pussy. Not one to lose time, he starts to suck on me over the thong, and I feel my fluids going through the fabric and into his mouth.

"Let me help you with that," Carter whispers against my ear, and then takes his hand to my pussy. Liam pulls back, and taking the opportunity, Carter grabs on my thong and flicks it to the side. "There," he simply says as Liam dives into me, his hungry mouth ravaging my pussy.

I sway my hips, my body contorting as Liam flicks his tongue against my clit. Each time he strokes it against my small but sensitive gland, I feel thunder roiling inside of me, a storm of pleasure drawing near.

Trying to keep my conscious mind from drowning, I take a deep breath and turn my attention to Carter. Slowly, I reach for his shirt and start to unbutton it, my heart almost skipping a bit as his chiseled muscles come into view. It doesn’t really matter how many times I see him naked… The sight of his body is always a welcome one. And if it looks good, let me assure you, it tastes even better.

I lean into him and flick my tongue against his nipple, using my lips to nibble at his skin. I then let my mouth run down to his abs, and I lick them as if I needed to prove they’re real. My hands are busy with his belt, unbuckling it and pulling it out of his loops. When it comes undone, I throw it somewhere to the floor, immediately turning my attention to his crotch. I lick my lips unconsciously, seeing the thick shape tenting his pants. Tracing its contour with the tip of my index finger, I then flatten my hand against his cock, grabbing it as harshly as I can. Carter groans slightly, and that makes me even more hungry. Using both hands, I tug at his pants, forcing the buttons to pop out by themselves. Then, his tented boxer briefs coming into view, I curl my fingers around his cock and start to stroke it.

"Seems like you missed me," Carter says, squeezing my tits with his hands.

"You have no idea," I manage to say, the warmness of Liam’s mouth on my pussy forcing me to work extra hard to form a coherent sentence. A sharp sound leaves my mouth as I grab Carter’s pants and tug on them violently, sending them down his legs with his boxers. My eyes widen at the sight of his cock; somehow, it seems even bigger than I remembered it to be. That’s the thing with well-endowed men, you never really get used to their cocks. In my book, that’s a good thing.

"Do you want to know what I missed?" Carter whispers into my ear; running his fingers through my hair and curling them around it. "I missed that mouth of yours." I don’t even have the time to respond; he just grabs his cock with his free hand, and angling it toward me, pushes me down. I have no other option but to open my mouth and let his cock in, his thickness filling up my mouth. He pushes me all the way down, the tip of his cock only stopping when it meets the back of my throat; I make a low moaning sound and he finally eases the pressure, allowing me to roll my lips back. I think of coming up for air, but I forget all about it as I feel his shaft sliding over my tongue. I go back down, curl my fingers at the base of his cock, and start bobbing my head in a pendulum motion.

It’s hard to keep concentrated when there’s a massive cock inside of your mouth and a man’s tongue against your pussy, but I do my best. Moving my hips from side to side, I rub my pussy against Liam’s face as I keep on sucking Carter, juggling both tasks inside my head the best I can.

My coming and going motions over Carter’s cock become more erratic as Liam opens his mouth wide, sucking my folds in while he presses down on my clit with his tongue. Licking my pussy while he touches my clit, he turns that bonfire of lust into a raging inferno of ecstasy. I have to take Carter’s cock out of my mouth so that I can moan, my lungs begging for me to scream.

"Don’t hold back… Come, Vivian. There’s more where that came from," Carter tells me, grabbing his cock and brushing its tip against my lips. His words caressing my mind, I come undone; I sit back up and take both my hands to Liam’s head, pulling him into me as hard as I can.

Fireworks go off behind my shut eyelids, and I feel my muscles twitching as pleasure rages through them. As I’m coming my brains out, Carter squeezes my tits, using his index finger and thumb to pinch on my left nipple. The sharp pain in my nipple joins the raging river of pleasure and adds to it, my whole body being consumed by ecstasy.

Breathing hard, I let my hands slide down from Liam’s head and I lean back against the couch, my muscles still twitching. Of course, their hunger is so fierce they don’t allow me a minute’s rest. I hear Carter kicking off his shoes and stepping out of his clothes, and then his hands are on me. Curling his fingers around my naked hips, he pulls me into him and I roll to his side, opening my legs wide and straddling him.

"You just can’t wait, can you?" I whisper lazily, opening my eyes and looking at Carter.

"What do you think?" he shoots back at me, hooking his finger on my thong and tugging at it. He pulls the fabric against the outer side of my thighs, and with one fierce yank, he rips my thong off of my body. Then he grabs his cock and pushes it down, rubbing his glans against my folds. "Actually… I can wait, Vivian," he continues, changing gears. He keeps rubbing his cock against my pussy, driving me completely crazy. I ache to feel him inside of me, to feel his thickness destroying my tight pussy, and so I start to thrust at him. "Now who’s the impatient one?" he asks, his lips curling into a pleased smile. Mercifully, he lets go of my hips and thrusts upward, his cock impaling me at once.

"Fuck," I hiss, his thickness straining against my inner walls as it slides deep inside of me. Arching my back, I let instinct take over me and I look to the side. Liam is sitting on couch, his eyes entranced by the movements of my naked body. "Don’t be shy," I tell him, the words coming honeyed and lustful out of my mouth. As I speak, he places his hand over the bulging in his pants, massaging his own cock. "That’s it," I moan, Carter’s cock almost stopping me from saying anything.

Still swaying my hips, I keep looking at Liam as he unbuckles his belt and starts to unbutton his pants. His hard cock pushes against his knuckles, and with an almost anxious movement, he pulls both boxer briefs and pants down his legs. In a heartbeat, he has his fingers wrapped around his thick veiny cock.

"Stroke… Yourself…" I say between breaths, running my tongue lewdly over my lips. As if my words were a command, Liam starts moving his hand up and down, a rhythmic cadence to his movement. With a wink and a devious smile, I let him to it, turning my attention to Carter. "And now, let’s see how much you’ve missed me," I say, biting on my bottom lip.

Smiling, Carter cups my ass cheeks, his hands following the motion of my body. He then starts to thrust, replacing the pace of my hips with his own. I keep moving, though, the sound of my ass slapping him across the thighs filling the whole room. Riding him fast and hard, I grit my teeth and breathe out sharply, my tits bouncing as I move.

"I could stay like this forever," he whispers, leaning in and wrapping his lips around one hard nipple. Using one hand, he slaps my ass, thrusting even harder as he does it. The sound of our flesh crashing against one another fills the whole room and caresses my eardrums, and lulled by that melody, I let that sweet tension build up in my muscles, my whole body aching for release.

As if he could feel another orgasm building up inside of me, Carter opens his hands wide, the tip of his fingers caressing the space between my ass cheeks. Using only one finger, he reaches toward my asshole, gently caressing it as I keep on swaying my hips.

"Come, Vivian, let go," he whispers into my ear, pressing his finger against my hole at the same time. I don’t know if it happens because of his cock, his finger, or his words… But it happens. My body tenses up in half a heartbeat, and it explodes in the other half.

This time there isn’t a moan on my lips—there’s a scream. A loud one. I throw my head back and scream as loud as I can, my lungs working overtime. I close my mouth, but even then I keep hissing through my pursed lips, my voice acting like a release valve for pleasure. My hands are on Carter’s chest, my fingers digging in his muscles as I feel the last spasms of my orgasm running through my body. When it finally dies out, I open my eyes and look into his.

"Seems like you really missed me," I purr, lifting one leg and rolling to the side as his cock slides out of my pussy. Sitting back on the couch between the two men, I turn toward Liam, mischief in my eyes. He’s still gripping his cock, slowly stroking himself as his eyes seem to devour my naked body. "And I didn’t forget about you…" I say, running one finger down his abs and onto the base of his cock; I curl my fingers around his shaft, and he finally lets go of himself. I still feel the high voltage of my orgasm running inside of me, but I don’t want to waste any time; without any rest, I dive right into action again.

My eyes never leaving Liam’s, I start leaning into him, parting my lips as I point his cock at my mouth. I go on all fours on top of the couch, my ass turned to Carter as my lips brush against the tip of Liam’s cock.

"You look delicious from here," I hear Carter say, and just like that he dives into me. I feel his hands on my ass, parting my cheeks as he leans into me and presses his mouth against my pussy. I gasp, but that’s all that I have the time to do; as I feel Carter’s lips on my wetness, I lean forward and take Liam’s shaft into my mouth. I start to suck him hungrily, readying him for what’s to come.

My body sways back and forth as I thrust back against Carter’s mouth, and at the same time, bob my head up and down over Liam’s cock. With both men at my disposal, I simply close my eyes and let desire wash all over me. Then, Carter decides to turn it up a notch; with his hands still spreading my ass cheeks, he lets his tongue slide upward from my folds to my ass crack. He moves it until it's right above my asshole, and then he presses down on it. I feel a violent shiver going up my spine as he rests his mouth against my ass, licking as eagerly as if he were still focused on my pussy.

"God…" I moan, taking Liam’s cock out of my mouth as pleasure turns into sound inside my throat. I keep stroking him, though, my hand never stopping its pendulum motion over his shaft. Gritting my teeth, I feel that ravenous need for pleasure growing inside of me with each stroke of Carter’s tongue against my ass; the moment he pulls out, coming up for air, I let that need fuel me and I move as fast as I can. I turn around on the couch, still on all fours, but this time with my ass facing Liam.

I lock eyes with Carter, my wetness dripping down his chin. We exchange a devilish smile as I hear Liam kicking off his shoes and taking off his clothes, and then I start swaying my ass from side to side, as an invitation.

"My turn," I hear Liam groan from behind me, his fingers hooked on my hips as he pulls my ass into him. I bite my bottom lip as he presses his glans against my pussy lips, slowly feeding his thick shaft into me. My eyes roll in their orbits, Liam’s cock stretching me on the way in, as instead of quenching my thirst for pleasure, it only makes it grow even more.

Breathing hard, I still manage to grab Carter’s hand, and I guide him toward his own cock. Never taking his eyes off of me, he wraps his fingers around his shaft.

"Your turn as well, Carter…" I purr. "I want to see you stroking yourself while Liam fucks me." That’s all he needed to hear; as if my words were a command, he starts to move his hand, stroking himself at a growing pace.

I keep my eyes on Carter as my body starts to sway, Liam’s cock sheathed to the hilt in me. In a matter of seconds, he starts to thrust, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy in a vicious crescendo. My eyelids droop by instinct, the sound of his thighs slapping my ass claiming all of my attention.

"Harder…" I find myself saying, the sound of my voice sounding foreign to my own ears. "Fuck me as hard as you can," I pant, thrusting back at Liam. I’m not sure if he even listened to me, but he does exactly what I wanted him to; he starts to fuck me with all the coiled wildness he hid inside of him, his cock pounding me furiously.

"You sure like it rough," Liam says, and even though I can’t see him, the sound of his voice tells me all about the wicked grin he has on his lips. Then, still thrusting, he raises one hand and smacks my ass cheeks as hard as he can. I let out a loud moan, the impact of his fingers on my flesh sending a high voltage current all the way up to my brain. He does it again and again, enough strength to his smacks to leave a mark, and I can’t help but let the sound of quivering moans climb up my raw throat.

Soon, his thrusts unleash the furious tide of pleasure upon my body, and I feel my muscles coiling. I curse under my breath, my eyeballs feeling as if they were on fire, and then I come with a shrill cry of pleasure.

My hands are on Carter’s leg as he strokes himself, and I bury my fingernails in his skin, hissing through my gritted teeth all the way. As I come, the surge of climax raging through me, I hear Carter’s breathing becoming harder, as if seeing me come was as pleasurable to him as fucking me. I force my eyelids open just so that I can look at him, like I expected, his eyes are wide and focused on me, taking in the scene as if he were in front of the most beautifully lewd painting in the world.

As Liam slides his cock out of me, I tremble slightly, my skin prickling as the waves of pleasure recede. Exhausted, I roll my body to the side and sit up on the couch, throwing my head back against the headrest and taking a deep breath. With my eyes closed, I let sin take over my mind. I have already let Liam and Carter take their turns with me… Maybe it’s my turn now. Call me greedy, but why settle for taking turns when you can have it all at the same time?

"You’ve had your fun, boys…" I purr, fully knowing that I’ve been having way more fun than them. This is why being a woman is so wickedly good—no limits to how many times you can come and keep going. "Now it’s time for all of us to have fun."

Even though my muscles are complaining and I’m still breathing hard, I go up to my feet and turn on my feels. Facing the men who I’ve come to love—yes, love—I present them with an expression of unbridled lust. They return my gaze, lust also flickering in their eyes.

"Who wants this?" I ask in a low tone, sliding one hand down my stomach and brushing one finger over my drenched folds. "And who wants this?" I continue, taking my other hand and using it to squeeze hard on my ass cheeks.

"You’re going to drive us fucking crazy," Liam responds, going up to his feet as his lips curl into a grin.

"That’s the idea," I tell him, a shiver going up my spine as he goes behind me, his hands resting on my waist. He pushes me forward, Carter reaching for my hand at the same time; I sit on Carter’s lap, and he allows his cock to slide immediately inside of my pussy.

I lean forward then, feeling Liam’s parting my ass cheeks. He crouches slightly and, grabbing his cock, presses its tip against my asshole. God, I can’t believe that I’m about to be fucked by two guys… And not just two guys, I’m talking about Liam and Carter. It seems that even the wickedest fantasies can come true.

Straddling Carter, his cock deep inside of my pussy, I lean forward and rest my head against his shoulder. My eyes are closed shut, and I take a deep breath to relax my body as I feel Liam pushing his cock inside of my ass. I feel his glans sliding in, and I whimper as he allows his shaft to follow after it. Once he’s buried deep in me, I take another deep breath, allowing it all to sink in; right now, the two biggest cocks I have ever came across are inside of me. And the men to whom they belong are more than eager to ravage me completely.

Liam takes the lead and starts sliding in and out of me, moving his hips at a careful but anxious pace. When his pace starts to pick up, Carter starts moving his hips as well, thrusting upward and ramming his cock into me.

"Fuck," I mutter, their cocks stretching me wide and unleashing the violent flames of hell inside of my body. I feel their burn under my skin, my mind turning to ashes as the scorching heat of pleasure consumes it. Their thrusts start to grow wild and fierce, their intensity almost too much for me to bear; my lungs are working hard and I can’t help but dig my fingernails deep into Carter’s shoulders. "Oh, fuck, fuck," I repeat as loud as I can, the sound of my voice drowned by the sound their thighs make when slapping my own body.

Time becomes a meaningless construct; aside from their cocks, nothing else exists. Their thrusts become fast and relentless, the thickness of their members lashing out at my nerve endings. My pussy inner lips are wrapped tight around Carter’s cock, but my ass is choking out Liam’s, and even though I should be way too tight for guys like them, they still manage to fuck me in a way I never even knew to be possible.

"I want…" I start, trying to get the words out between breaths. "I want you to… Fuck me hard… And I want you to cum all over me." I finally manage to say, my words making my heart tighten up inside my chest. Somehow, I know that my next orgasm will rip me apart. I can already feel it building inside of me, that threatening pressure pushing against my nerve endings and choking them out with pleasure. And I feel it in my mind too, like sharp blades of insanity that carve themselves deep into my brain.

I don’t even know when I started doing it, but I’m screaming now. My out of control voice fills the whole room, and I feel tears of ecstasy streaming down my face.

"Don’t…" Don’t stop—that’s what I want to say. But the words get lost along the way, my whole body hijacked by a nuclear detonation. Somewhere inside of me, something goes off, a shockwave of pleasure spreading under my skin like wildfire. My pussy clenches around Carter’s cock, and I even feel my ass tightening around Liam’s. Tensing up as if my muscles were turning into concrete, I finally let myself be overtaken by climax; screaming as loud as I can, my throat burning with pain, I come as hard as I have ever came.

My whole body is trembling, a feverish state of delight taking over my limbs. I flail them from side to side, momentarily losing all control. And still they keep thrusting, their cocks moving in and out of me at that maddening pace. My body is burning, and they’re fanning the flames.

Then, I feel their cocks spasming inside of me—just tenuous twitches of anticipation—and I push through the effort to speak. "Come… Over me…" I repeat, my voice quivering.

Liam pulls his cock out of my ass and I roll to the side at once, making Carter’s shaft pop out of me. Sitting down on the couch, I’m still trembling as I open my eyes just in time to see Carter going up to his feet, both men towering over me with their cocks in their hands. Could there be a sight any more perfect than this? If you’re wondering, the answer is no. "Come for me, boys…" I repeat, urging them on as they start to stroke themselves, their hungry eyes devouring the sight of my naked and spent body.

I can’t help but moan as the first ropes of cum fly out from their cocks and into me. Their cum hits me straight across the chest, white splatters of it covering both my tits as I squeeze them. I run my fingers over the curve of my breasts, the palm of my hands brushing against my cum-coated nipples, and while I do it, they keep on gushing their load all over me.

Slightly sliding down on the couch, I position myself so that their cum gushes straight onto my face. I open my mouth, taking as much of it as I can over my tongue, and when I’m brimming with semen I simply swallow, their salty flavor going down my throat as a memento of their desire. The warmness of their fluids covering my skin, I keep on rubbing my hands all over my body, smearing myself with their load. It drips down my face, tits and stomach, and it goes all the way down to between my thighs, covering my already drenched pussy in thick strands. I never take my eyes off of them, too entranced by them to even blink.

"Fuck, you look beautiful," Liam says with a smirk; the spasms of his cock dying out against his fingers.

"She does," Carter agrees, his last drops of cum dripping down from the tip of his cock to his closed fist.

"And I taste even better," I respond, licking the cum off of my lips, my tongue moving in a slow and lewd way. Parting my legs wide, I invite them in, and they go down on their knees at once. As if they shared the same mind, they both lean into me at the same time, their ravenous mouths going straight for my drenched pussy. I lie back against the couch and close my eyes, surrendering to the way they flick their tongues at my folds, scooping the ropes of cum that have dripped down to my pussy.

Sighing heavily, I reach for them and place my hands on their heads. I run my fingers through their hair as I sway my hips slowly, rubbing my pussy against their faces. They only stop when they have licked me dry, and when I look down at them I see both their mouths brimming with cum. Placing my fingers under their chins, I pull them up into me as my lips curl into a grin. They come willingly, sitting by my side and leaning into me at once.

Our mouths touch at the same time, and we open them immediately. In an instant, they use their tongues to push the cum they hold inside their mouths into mine, and I take it all in hungrily. We kiss in a blind frenzy, semen dripping down our chins as we swap it from mouth to mouth; our tongues lapping against one another amidst the wet mess.

"You were right, Vivian," Carter says, his lips glistening as he pulls back.

"I was?"

"Yes. Sharing is--" Carter starts to respond, but Liam cuts in without allowing him to finish.

"Fucking amazing," he completes, his wicked grin matching the honesty in his words. I smile back at them. It’s true; to share and be shared is indeed amazing.