Their smiles are everything I need right now.

I never thought it’d get to this, you know? Nothing happened the way it was supposed to, and I ended up falling not for one, but for two men. The two most handsome and charming men I’ve ever met. And you know what? I couldn’t be any happier that things happened exactly the way they did.

I’m not a big believer in fate or destiny, but I can’t help but think that this was meant to be. I was meant to love them both, and I was meant to be shared by them.

Yes, this is my destiny.

“I love you,” I tell them, the words feeling like honey over my tongue.

“I love you too,” they say in one voice; exchanging a quick glance, they smile at each other and then close the distance between them and me. I feel my heart tightening up inside my chest as they press their bodies against mine, and I almost pass out from the anticipation that’s building up inside me right now. You know when people say they have butterflies in their stomachs? Right now I feel like I have a swarm of wasps inside of me, stinging my flesh and making me burn from the inside out.

“I want it to happen… And I want it to happen with the two of you,” I continue, looking from one to the other, my heart drumming at a rhythm of happiness and certainty. This is it, the moment of truth.

“Are you sure?” Tristan asks me, caressing my face with the back of his hand and tucking a lock of hair over my ear. I just smile at him and, without saying a word, I just nod.

“You said you wanted it to be perfect,” I find myself saying, remembering what he told me the last time we were together. “This is perfection, being here with the two of you.”

His smile widens as he hears me say it, and I realize that I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.

“Then this is it,” Madden whispers, the most delicious smile on his face. Without wasting a second more he places one hand on my waist and Tristan does the same. I throw my arms around their necks, running my tongue between my lips as I try to decide who I should kiss first.

Stealing the decision from me, Madden just leans in and crushes his mouth against mine, kissing me like a man possessed. I close my eyes by instinct and, just a fraction of a second later, I feel Tristan’s lips on my neck. He nibbles at my skin, softly at first, but then he starts pulling on it with his teeth, a sudden stab of pain travelling from the place where he’s biting me straight down to my loins.

“I want you,” I breathe out as I pull back from Madden. “I want your cocks,” I add, taking my hands to their crotches and flattening the palm of my hands against the bulging shapes hiding under their pants. I curl my fingers around them, perhaps more harshly than I should, and give them a hard tug.

“You’ll have us,” Madden replies, grinning so wickedly that I feel my insides burning even more fiercely.

“You’ll have us, alright. You’ll have us until you can’t stand on your legs,” Tristan whispers, his mouth still against my neck. He brushes his lips up my skin and then nibbles at my earlobe, a sigh leaving my lips as he does it. I tighten up my grip around their shafts and, unable to control myself, I start moving my hand up and down, stroking them over the fabric of their pants.

“You’re pretty eager, aren’t you?” Madden chuckles, his hands moving around my waist and then over the curve of my ass. He squeezes it harshly, pulling me against him, and I gasp as I feel his hard cock pressed against my inner thigh.

“More than eager,” I reply with a sigh, my mind working so fast that I’m actually surprised I’m still capable of building a coherent sentence.

“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear,” Tristan jumps in, finally pulling back from me and looking me straight in the eyes. Mimicking Madden, he takes his hand around my waist and cups my ass, pulling me toward him and stealing me from Madden’s embrace.

With my body pressed tight against Tristan’s now, I part my lips and reach for him, locking my mouth on his and allowing his manly scent to climb up my nostrils and blend with Madden’s. I keep on stroking both of them, doing it as hard as I can, and I feel my legs growing weak with each passing second. We still haven’t fucked and, just like they promised would happen, I can barely stand on my legs.

I’m almost ready to go down on my knees and continue from there when Tristan pulls back from me and, bending over, places his arm behind my knees and picks me up from the floor. Carrying me in his arms, he takes me toward the wooden table on the center of the garden and sits me on its edge.

Madden follows after us and, wasting no time, the two men take their hands to my knees and force me to spread my legs wide. They squeeze themselves in the empty space between my legs, standing shoulder-to-shoulder, and then offer me a grin that I can only translate as a sign that things are about to get serious now.

Moving as if they were one, they take their hands to my shoulders and, grabbing at the straps of my dress, they push them down. The front of my dress droops over my breasts, showing a glimpse of my bra, and that sends them into a frenzy. Moving fast, they yank my dress down my waist, and then attack my breasts almost too viciously.

Madden grabs my right breast, squeezing it tightly, and Tristan hooks his fingers on the left cup of my bra. He pulls it down to reveal my nipple, his knuckles brushing against it, and I just grab his wrist and force him to flatten the palm of his hand against my breast.

Obliging, he does the same as Madden and squeezes my breast; easing up the pressure, he pinches my hard nipple between his thumb and index finger until I feel that sweet stab of pain making its way down my spine and making my pussy grow wet. God, I can already feel the fabric of my thong becoming so drenched that it’s almost uncomfortable to have it on me.

Lucky for me, it seems that they can read my mind. Moving in tandem, they let go of my breasts and, resting their hands on my knees, they slide their fingers under the hemline of my dress and bring them up to my inner thighs. Teasing me, they brush their fingertips around the contour of my thong and then grab at the fabric; pushing with my hands against the wooden surface of the table, I lift my ass up a few inches and allow them to pull my thong down my legs. The wet fabric slides down awkwardly, sticking to my skin as it goes, but they finally manage to take it off me.

“Someone’s pretty horny,” Madden laughs, holding my drenched thong in his hand. Bringing it up to his face, he presses it against his mouth and inhales, closing his eyes and taking in my scent. Then, locking his eyes on mine, he reaches for me with his hand and brushes the wet fabric of my underwear over my lips, the flavor of my juices hitting me like a bullet.

While I relish the flavor of my own pussy, Tristan pushes my dress up to my waist and then, wasting no time, he moves his hands up the side of my body. Taking them to my shoulder blades, he looks for the clasp of my bra and frees it the moment he finds it. I find the pressure of the cups on my breasts easing up, and then they’re gone - Tristan just yanks the bra off me with one sudden movement, my nipples becoming even harder as the gentle breeze in the garden laps at them.

“Did I tell you how much I hate your clothes?” Madden asks me, repeating his words from the last we were together.

“You did,” I sigh, and then he just grins and hooks his fingers around the fabric of my dress, his hands hands on my waist. He yanks on it, pushing it down my legs, and then takes a step back to take in the sight of my naked body.

Tristan does the same, and I just look back at them, standing shoulder-to-shoulder as their eyes roam over me. I notice the bulging shape in their pants, tenting them and fighting against the fabric, and I feel my insides clenching as I try to imagine what it’ll feel like to have them inside of me. Will it hurt? Will it even be physically possible? I mean, their cocks are a wonder of nature, and it’s not like my pussy is used to anything like this - in fact, it’s not used to anything at all.

“What are you waiting for, boys?” I purr, leaning back and placing my feet on the edge of the table. Spreading my legs, I offer them a good view of my wet pussy and I can see their eyes widening with anticipation.

“I’ve always heard a gentleman doesn’t make a lady wait,” Madden replies, taking one step forward and placing his body between my legs. Sitting up on the table, I reach for his shirt and get to work, slowly popping out the buttons as I look into his eyes.

“But I don’t want you to be a gentleman,” I continue to purr as my knuckles brush against the skin on his pectorals. “I want you to be everything but a gentleman…” I finish unbuttoning his shirt and then untuck it from his pants; placing my hands on his stomach, I run my fingers over his hard wall of abs, my body aching to feel it pressed against me.

“I can do that,” he exhales, his hands on my waist as I hook my fingers on his pants and pull him into me. My mouth grows dry as I unbuckle his belt, the metallic sound of the buckle reaching my ears like the first note in a symphony of lust and sin. I pull the belt out from its loops and then simply throw it to the side, my heart picking up the pace as I unbutton his pants and then grab the zipper, pulling it down. His cock pushes back against the dark fabric of his boxer briefs, and I swallow hard as I feel that thick shape brushing against my fingers.

Turning my wrist around, I grab his cock over his boxer briefs and squeeze it hard, feeling it pulse against the palm of my hand.

“Are you just going to watch?” I ask Tristan, looking at him over Madden’s shoulders. Without a word, he walks up to me as if he’s in a trance, standing to the side of the table and reaching for my right breast. Grabbing it, he presses the palm of his hands against it and I feel a shiver going up my spine as I feel my nipple mashed against his skin.

With a growl climbing up the back of my throat, I take my free hand to his shirt and, acting completely out of control, I pull hard on it. The buttons pop out from the fabric and fly up in the air, scattering around the floor of the garden like frightened mice. I take one hard look at the ripped muscles on his chest, and then my gaze falls down to his crotch.

“Take it off,” I find myself saying, eager to have both men’s cock in my hands.

“Bossy, I like it,” Tristan chuckles, grabbing his belt and unbuckling it. Never taking his eyes off me, he opens his pants and tugs on them, sending them down to his knees. Growling again, I push his shirt down his arms and bite on my lower lip as he kicks off his shoes and steps out of his pants.

“Much better,” I whisper, and then turn to Madden. “You too,” I tell him. He cocks one eyebrow but then grins at me and, taking one step back, he hooks his thumbs on his pants and sends them down his legs. He takes off his shoes and throws his pants to the side; then he closes the distance between the two of us once more, the bulging shape hiding under his boxers so close to my pussy that I can almost feel it burning with desire.

I could have told them to take their boxers off as well, but I wanted to take them off myself. And, in a way, I think that they unconsciously realized that I wanted to unwrap their cocks as if they’re Christmas presents. The best present ever, actually.

Pushing Madden back, I open up some space and then slide down from the table, going to my knees. I look up at them, enjoying the way they tower over me, and I reach for their cocks. Curling my fingers around their thickness, I then lean in toward Tristan, tilting my head sideways and pressing my parted lips against his shaft. I suck on it over the fabric of his boxers and then I turn to Madden, doing exactly the same with his cock.

Sighing heavily as I pull back, I flatten the palm of my hands against their cocks and then curl my fingers over the hem of their underwear; my heart starts hammering so fast against my ribcage that I wouldn’t be surprised if it simply bursted out of my chest.

I pull their boxers down, doing it with one sudden and flowing motion, and their cocks jump up at once to salute me. I look at their huge masts, their shadows tumbling over my face, and then I open my hands and brush my fingertips over their shafts. I start with their root, and then softly make my way up to their tips. Only then do I wrap my fingers around their thickness, enjoying the warmness of their flesh; once again, my mind gets busy imagining how it’ll feel to have these cocks stretching my pussy wide, and I have to make a conscious effort to not jump on one of them and impale myself on twelve-inches of pure ecstasy.

“Let’s get you ready,” I purr, slowly moving my hands up and down their length, stroking their cocks at a growing pace. Even though I just said I’m getting them ready, I know that they don’t need it - they were ready the moment I told them I wanted the two of them. In a way, I think I’m buying some time - even though I can’t wait to have them inside of me, to finally surrender my virginity to the two most perfect men that have ever walked into my life, I also can’t help but feel slightly anxious over the whole thing. I mean, I’m a virgin! And virgins are supposed to feel anxious about it, no? Specially when they’re about to lose their virginity to two guys that look like Gods, their cocks like a broadsword.

You know, when puberty hit, I always dreamed of losing my virginity in a special way. I didn’t want it to happen in the backseat of a car, with a guy too drunk to remember my name. No, I wanted to surrender my body to a man I could love, and to a man that loved me back… As time passed, I started losing hope of finding such a man, but now look at me - I’ve got two of them just for myself. Am I lucky or what?

As I pick up the pace, the movement of my hands slowly turning into a blur, I lean in toward Madden. Parting my lips, I engulf the tip of his cock and suck on it, the saltiness of his pre-cum making my mind spin. Still stroking Tristan as fast as I can, I start rolling my lips down the length of Madden’s shaft, measuring every inch of his huge member with my mouth, and I only stop when I feel his tip pressed against the back of my throat.

“Mmm,” I moan, my voice vibrating through his shaft. Rolling my lips back to his tip again, I then start bobbing my head fast, matching the motion of my hand over Tristan’s cock. I go fast and hard and, even though I can already feel my wrist and my neck burning up from the effort, I keep on pushing through.

“Fuck, Megan,” I hear Madden groan, and that makes me go the extra mile, sucking on him so violently that I feel his cock spasming over my tongue. I stop right away, not wanting to push Madden over the finish line just yet - after all, today there’s going to be a main course, and I want him with a full appetite for it.

Replacing my mouth with my hand on Madden's cock, I then lean in toward Tristan without pausing to take a breath. I just open my mouth as wide as I can and gobble up his long inches, bringing my lips against the skin at the root of his monstrous member. Bobbing my head back and forth, just like I did with Madden, I suck on Tristan with the fierceness of a woman that needs his cock more than air to survive. And, in a way, that’s almost the truth.

“Oh, that’s so good,” Tristan breathes out, placing his hands on my head to feel the swaying motion of my body. “I can’t wait to see if your pussy is as tight as your mouth,” he continues, and his words turn all my thoughts into ashes. Suddenly, to just suck on them isn’t enough… My pussy is burning up right now, and I know that the time has finally come.

“Then what are you waiting for?” I ask him as I take his cock out of my mouth, looking straight into his eyes as I defy him.

“I was waiting for you to give me that look,” he replies in a heartbeat, and then grabs me by the wrist and pulls me up to my feet. Standing up between him and Madden, I look from one to the other, completely at a loss on what I should do now.

Lucky for me, they take charge of the situation right away.

Tristan pushes me back against the table and, the moment my ass cheeks are pressed against it, he places his hands under them and pulls me up. I sit on the table again, my legs dangling from the edge, and I gasp as Tristan spreads my knees apart and presses his chest against mine. Reacting by instinct, I throw both my arms over his shoulders and lock him in, my pussy so wet that I can already feel my juices dripping down my inner thighs and pooling on the surface of the table.

Grabbing his cock with one hand, he brushes its tip against my drenched folds, and my eyes roll in their orbits as I realize that this is it - the moment of truth. Soon enough, I’ll no longer be a virgin.

He keeps on rubbing the tip of his cock up and down the length of my pussy and then, when I finally feel him ready to thrust, a sudden thought takes over me. Acting fast, I press both hands against his chest and stop him from thrusting.

“Is something wrong?” He asks me, a note of surprise in his voice, but I just smile.

“Nothing’s wrong… I just want it to happen with the two of you. At the same time,” I reply, lowering my voice until it becomes a barely audible whisper.

I look from Tristan to Madden, now standing by my side, and I narrow my eyes into slits as I dare him to think of a creative way to make that happen.

“Well, you’ve heard the lady,” Madden says, his words cutting through the silence. Grinning, Tristan takes one step and pulls me down from the table; the moment my feet touch the floor, he places his hands on my shoulders and forces me to go down to my knees. Then, giving me no time to react, he lays down on the stone floor and pulls me into him; I almost stumble on top of his body, but I somehow manage to place my knees on either side of his waist, straddling him, my pussy mere inches away from his hard cock.

I take a deep breath and I look back over my shoulder, doing it just in time to see Madden kneeling behind me and between Tristan’s legs..

“Is this what you want, Megan?” He asks me, his hands sliding down the side of my back. I bite on my lower lip, the touch of his fingers driving me completely insane, and I give him the obvious answer.

“Yes,” I tell them both. “This is what I want,” I continue, curling my fingers around Tristan’s shaft and angling it so that his tip is pointing straight at my pussy. Behind me, Madden closes the distance between our bodies and I feel his toned pectorals against my back; then, one second later, I feel his hands on my ass, one curious finger caressing my ass crack up and down.

The moment he finds my ass hole, he starts pressing against it and, before I know it, he’s sliding his finger in. I close my eyes as he does it, feeling the way my inner walls grip his finger, and my fingers tighten up around Tristan’s cock.

“This is just a taste,” Madden whispers into my ear, slowly moving his finger in and out of my ass. Then, as suddenly as he started, he stops - and that only so he can replaces his finger with something more substantial.

Feeling the tip of his cock pressed against my hole, I bite down on my inner lips and take another deep breath, readying myself for what’s about to happen. Lifting my hips up just a few inches, I press the tip of Tristan’s cock against my pussy and then hold my breath as I allow my inner lips to wrap themselves around it.

This is it.

Go time.

With his hands on my hips, Tristan eases me down gently, one inch of his cock sliding into me. He keeps on guiding me tenderly, his thickness straining against my insides as it goes, but something just snaps inside of me.

Gritting my teeth, I lower myself over his cock as fast as I can, throwing my head back and impaling my pussy on his cock. I open my mouth to let a wild scream out, Tristan’s cock filling me up so perfectly that fireworks go off behind my shut eyelids. Oh, God, I don’t even know how to start describing how good this feels… I never thought that sex could be this good - and we haven’t even started!

“You okay?” He asks me, caressing my face with the back of his hand. I force my eyelids up and look back at him, a dazed smile on my lips.

“I’m more than okay,” I whisper, and then bend over, offering Madden a nice view of my ass. The moment I do it, he presses the tip of his cock against my asshole; feeding one inch at a time into my ass, he moves his cock inside me with the patience of a man that knows exactly what he’s doing, and he only stops when all of his inches are buried deep into me.

“Fuck,” I groan, pleasure taking over me as I feel their shafts pulsing against my inner walls, desire running up and down my spine in such a way that I can’t even think straight. We remain frozen in place for a while, allowing my insides to adjust to their thickness, and then I dig my fingernails into Tristan’s chest; gritting my teeth, I start rocking my body back and forth, both their cocks moving in and out of me at a slow but growing pace.

“This… This is…” I trail off, completely unable of forming a coherent sentence. I don’t think I’ve ever felt something as good as what I’m feeling right now. It almost seems like their two cocks were meant to be inside of me just like they are right now, a gift from the Heavens to me.

Closing my eyes, I surrender to the darkness of pleasure and let my body and mind be engulfed by it. I feel the rhythm of my body growing and growing, like an avalanche that started with a tiny speck of snow, and my moans grow into maddening screams of ecstasy.

By the time I open my eyes again, I’m rocking my body so hard that I feel beads of sweat dripping down my forehead, my hair plastered to my face. And still I keep going, impaling myself on their cocks with all the strength that I have. My muscles are burning, my mind is boiling, and still… I simply can’t stop. Now that I’ve found out how it is to have their cocks inside of me, I never want to stop.

“You’re going to kill yourself if you keep that rhythm,” I hear Tristan say from under me, and his voice jolts me from the frenzy I was in. Taking his hands to my hips, he forces me slow down, taking his time and waiting for me to stop.

“We’ll take if from here,” Madden says and, resting his hands on my lower back, his thumbs over my dimples there, he starts to thrust. Tristan does the same, and all I do is remain frozen in place as I feel their cocks sliding in and out of my holes. Just like I did before, they build up the rhythm - except they do it fast. It only takes them a few seconds to be fucking me so hard that I can’t even remember where I am.

Seriously, if you asked me right now, I wouldn’t be able to tell you if we’re in a garden, in my bedroom, or in the Oval Room. I’m so out of it that it’s almost unbelievable. Who knew that sex could be this intoxicating?

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” I start repeating over and over again, my voice quivering. I hear Madden’s thighs slapping my ass cheeks, and that sound blends with the wet sound of Tristan’s cock sliding in and out of my pussy… I listen to that sinful melody for what seems like an eternity, my mind drifting to some remote corner of the universe. When a spark of consciousness brings me to the real world, I realize that my pussy is already tightening up around Tristan’s shaft, my muscles so tense that it seems like someone has poured concrete into them.

“DON’T STOP! DON’T -- OH GOD!” I scream at the top of my lungs, dark matter pooling inside my muscles and setting up an explosion that I just know is going to obliterate my mind completely.

Clawing at Tristan’s chest, doing it so hard that I might draw blood, I feel a column of fire rise up my spine, a nuclear explosion going off inside my skull. My eyes roll in their orbits as I collapse on top of Tristan, flailing my limbs as if I were having a seizure - a seizure of ecstasy, that is.

For a moment, I even blackout. I can’t see or hear a thing, and even my mind seems to have logged off entirely. When I come back to my senses, I take a lungful of air and, gritting my teeth, I start rocking my body again.

“Come for me, boys,” I find myself saying, the words coming out my mouth without being filtered by my brain. All I know is that I want to have their seed inside of me, to feel the spasms of their cocks inside my inner walls as they groan in pleasure… “I want you to cum for me,” I repeat, pushing myself through the exhaustion that’s consuming both my body and mind.

“You ask… You get,” Madden breathes out behind me and, with that, he starts thrusting with the intensity of a God, pistoning into my ass in such a way that I’m sure I won’t be able to sit straight a whole week. I stop rocking my body and just let them fuck me relentlessly, their cocks working my holes with a kind of unbridled rage.

By the time I feel the first spasms running through their shafts, I’m ready to come again. And that’s exactly what happens - arching my back, I let pleasure rush through my bloodstream and I scream as loud as I can. Exactly at the same time, their cocks pulse violently inside of me and then it just happens.

I feel the warmness of their seed gushing into me as they slow down their rhythm, each spasm of their cocks unloading what seems like a gallon of semen. Just two seconds into it and I can already feel cum dripping out of my pussy and ass, their cocks gliding over it easily.

“Oh, fuck… You were right, Megan, this is perfection,” Madden whispers as he pulls his cock out of my ass. I roll to the side then, taking Tristan’s cock out of my pussy, and simply collapse on the floor, my chest rising and falling fast as I try to catch my breath.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Madden asks me and, before I know it, he’s kneeling in front of me. He grabs my knees and forces me to spread my legs; then, he just dives into me with his open mouth.

He crushes his mouth against my pussy and devours me with an intensity I never experienced before. His tongue and lips work feverishly, ravaging my folds as he sucks them dry, scooping up all the cum dripping out from inside of me. When he finally pulls back from me, his mouth his glistening with semen, beads of it sliding down his chin.

“My turn,” Tristan says, pushing Madden to the side and locking his eyes on mine. Leaning forward, he grabs me by the waist and forces me to turn around, laying me flat on my stomach on the cold floor. He grabs my ass cheeks in a fraction of a second and, spreading them wide, he then brings his mouth down to my ass.

Whimpering as I feel his tongue going up and down my ass crack, I can’t help but jut my ass back at him as I feel his lips going over my ass hole. Holding me tight, he licks my ass with the same kind of intensity Madden used just moments ago, sucking and licking like a wild animal that just escaped from its cage.

“Now this was intense,” he whispers as he pulls back from me and, rolling to the side, collapses on the floor next to me, strands of cum dripping down his chin. Madden lays down on the other side of my body, and I just roll to my back and look up at the clear sky overhead.

“It was,” I agree with a whisper, and then turn to the side and rest one hand over Madden’s chest. Reaching for his mouth with mine, I shove my tongue past his lips and close my eyes as I taste the cum coating the inside of his cheeks. Then I do the same with Tristan, allowing the taste of both their seeds to blend inside my mouth, creating the most sinful (and delicious) cocktail on Earth.

“Thank you,” I find myself saying, running my tongue over my lips and licking them dry.

“For what?” Tristan asks me, his words hanging in the air. I wait for a second, allowing my brain to string the truth into a sentence, and only then do I speak, a bright smile on my lips.

“For the most perfect moment of my life.”