Snow
“You can certainly help me relax,” I say, and I know they can tell by the tone of my voice that I’m no longer thinking about that probably traitorous shit Gladrell. I’m thinking about my Freedom Fighters, particularly the two incredible men before me, and I know that I need them more than anything right now to erase any thoughts of reality that I have and replace them with pleasure.
“We’ll get your mind off everything,” Malcolm says, and he and William exchange a glance that makes my pussy ache in anticipation.
Whatever these two have in store for me, I’m excited.
“You heard the lady,” William tells Malcolm, and then he grabs me by the hand and leads me to the couch they have against the wall, sitting down next to me. Never taking his eyes off of mine, Malcolm sits on the other side, his hand going straight to my knee.
“I heard her, loud and clear,” Malcolm says, his fingers sliding up to the hemline of my dress. I lean back against the couch, lacing my arms around their necks and surrendering to their touch. As Malcolm slides his fingers under my dress, William has his hands on the straps of the dress, slowly pushing them down my shoulders. I feel the fabric going down my arms, William’s knuckles brushing against my bare skin, and I can’t help but sigh again.
With my dress bunched up around my waist, William’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, William 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 William’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 William focuses on my breasts, Malcolm’s hand moves between my thighs. I feel his fingertips brushing over my groin, his steady pressure applied over my thong. Then, as if both men were in tune, they move. William leans into me, his parted lips reaching for my nipple, and Malcolm flattens the palm of his hand over my pussy. It’s almost as if two explosions happen at once. The electric crackle of Malcolm’s touch climbs up my spine, blending with the feeling of William’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 Malcolm 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 Malcolm’s fingers; he presses harder against me, my insides clenching. Yanking on William’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, William takes his hands to my waist and pushes the dress down my legs. His long fingers then go back to my tits, squeezing them eagerly as I keep his head in place.
Wearing only my black lace thong and heels, I finally feel ready to be sacrificed to the mercy of these incredible men, whom I trust completely to satisfy my body, and if I’m being honest, my soul. I crave all my Freedom Fighters on a level that I kinda don’t even know how to describe it.
William’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, Malcolm takes his hand out of my pussy, opening the space for William. 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 William 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,” Malcolm whispers against my ear, and then takes his hand to my pussy. William pulls back, and taking the opportunity, Malcolm grabs on my thong and flicks it to the side. “There,” he simply says as William dives into me, his hungry mouth ravaging my pussy.
I sway my hips, my body contorting as William flicks his tongue against my clit. Each time he strokes his tongue takes me, all my nerve endings fire off closer and closer to bliss.
Caught between lustful instinct and raw desire, I turn my attention to Malcolm. Slowly, I reach for his shirt and start to unbutton it, my heart almost skipping a beat 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 press myself against him, my mouth devouring Malcolm’s nipple and trailing down his perfect chest.. I kiss and lick down to his perfectly toned abs,l. My hands make quick order of 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 when I see 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 hard to show that I mean business. Malcolm groans at my ministrations, and that makes me hungrier to ravage his cock the way he takes over my entire body. 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,” Malcolm says, squeezing my tits with his hands.
“You have no idea,” I manage to say with the curling lust circling in my belly, the warmness of William’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 Malcolm’s pants and tug on them violently, sending them down his legs with his boxer briefs. 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 crave?” Malcolm whispers into my ear; running his fingers through my hair and curling them around it. “I crave your mouth.” 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 William’s face as I keep on sucking Malcolm, juggling both tasks inside my head the best I can.
My coming and going motions over Malcolm’s cock become more erratic as William 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 Malcolm’s cock out of my mouth so that I can moan, my lungs begging for me to scream.
“Don’t hold back...come, Snow. There’s more where that came from,” Malcolm 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 William’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, Malcolm 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 William’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 Malcolm 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 Malcolm.
“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, Snow,” 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. William is sitting on the 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, Malcolm’s cock almost stopping me from saying anything.
Still swaying my hips, I keep looking at William 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, William 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 Malcolm. “And now, let’s see how much you’ve missed me,” I say, biting on my bottom lip.
Smiling, Malcolm 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 skin 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, Malcolm 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, Snow, 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 exasperating their conserves and releasing a wild collection of deep moans and screams in reaction to his delicious touch. My hands are on Malcolm’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 needed me like I needed you,” 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 William, 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 William’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 Malcolm as my lips brush against the tip of William’s cock.
“You look delicious from here,” I hear Malcolm 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 Malcolm’s lips on my wetness, I lean forward and take William’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 Malcolm’s mouth, and at the same time, bob my head up and down over William’s cock. With both men at my disposal, I simply close my eyes and let desire wash all over me. Then, Malcolm 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 William’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 Malcolm’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 William.
I lock eyes with Malcolm, my wetness dripping down his chin. We exchange a devilish smile as I hear William 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 William 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, William’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 Malcolm’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, Malcolm...” I purr. “I want to see you stroking yourself while William 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 Malcolm as my body starts to sway, William’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 William. 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,” William 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 Malcolm’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 Malcolm’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 William 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've already let William and Malcolm 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,” 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 deeply care for, 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,” William 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, Malcolm reaching for my hand at the same time; I sit on Malcolm’s lap, and he allows his cock to slide immediately inside of my pussy.
I lean forward then, feeling William’s hands 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 William and Malcolm. It seems that even the wickedest fantasies can come true.
Straddling Malcolm, 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 William pushing his cock inside of my ass. I feel the head of his cock 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, two of the biggest cocks I've ever came across are inside of me. And the men to whom they belong are more than eager to ravage me completely.
William 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, Malcolm 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 Malcolm’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's inner lips are wrapped tight around Malcolm’s cock, but my ass is choking out William’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 Malcolm’s cock, and I even feel my ass tightening around William’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...all...over me...” I repeat, my voice quivering.
William pulls his cock out of my ass and I roll to the side at once, making Malcolm’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 Malcolm 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!” 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 onto me. Their cum hits me straight across the chest, white splatters of it cover both of 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 cum I simply swallow, their salty flavor going down my throat as a memento of their desire. The warmness of their juices 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,” William says with a smirk; the spasms of his cock dying out against his fingers.
“She does,” Malcolm 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've licked me dry, and when I look down at them I see both of 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, cum 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, Snow,” Malcolm says, his lips glistening as he pulls back.
“Of course I was, we needed to get all our tensions out of our systems.”
“Fuck yes,” William groans, his smile telling me just how emphatic those words are.
I can practically purr with contentment right now. Of course I’m right? How could something so perfectly filthy be wrong?