Once they recover, my two boys hurry to strip from their clothes, leaving them in piles on the floor. Their cocks remain standing at attention, nowhere near finished with me.

Thank fucking goodness.

Because I’m nowhere near finished with them either. Nowhere.

Though I have no clue how to go about this part. Am I ready to have two guys inside me at the same time? But when will I have another chance? I still really don’t think I want to give up my anal virginity to a stranger, and I have a lot of reservations about being able to handle Scott back there.

Scott turns to Brennan. “Condoms.” I’m glad Scott remembered. I have no idea where my purse is, and I’m so swamped with lust and the still fading afterglow, I had not the slightest thought or remembrance about protection.

Brennan jerks a nod, and walks over to his dresser, pulling out a sheath of them. He rips off two, tossing one to Scott. I still kneel in the same spot at the foot of the bed, watching them both with excitement and trepidation warring within me.

Once they sheath themselves in latex, Scott grabs me by the backs of my thighs, and yanks me onto my back. I squeal in surprise, glaring up at him as I bounce against the mattress. He grins back at me, utterly unrepentant. He’s lucky he’s so hot and I’m so horny.

He bends over my body and kisses me until everything spins, his hands roving up and down my ribs, grazing the sides of my breasts. He takes deep sips from my mouth, savoring my breathy moans, my whimpers, my rabid desire. His condom covered cock nudges against my entrance, teasing me with just the tip. I lift my pelvis, trying to capture him inside me, but he skitters away, chuckling low and deep. My pussy contracts in response to the sound as it reverberates through my mouth and down my body. Fuck, I want him so damn much. I want them both. However I can get them.

I’m still resting at the edge of the bed, my legs hanging off the side. The two men return back to the same positions from earlier, standing at the foot of the bed. Scott steps forward, and grips my thighs, opening me up for him. He rams his cock deep into my waiting pussy, and everything clicks into place. There is nothing like having a huge dick inside of me. Like having his dick inside of me.

He pumps in and out for several minutes, alternating with hard and soft strokes, bringing me right to the brink, heaving himself from me right as my breaths turn ragged and my limbs begin to stiffen. I cry out in protest, pouting at him, bucking against nothing but air, my pussy screaming out for contact, to be filled.

Scott steps back so Brennan can take his place. Brennan enters me more slowly, easing into my channel, circling his hips in the most delicious way. Fellow knows how to make up for his lack of impressive girth. Not that he’s tiny or anything, he just looks small in comparison to Scott. Everyone looks small in comparison to Scott.

Whatever Brennan is doing with his hips hits a sensitive place inside me, and it doesn’t take long before I’m close again.

I hear Scott whisper, “Now.” Brennan pulls out of me leaving my poor pussy empty and aching with wanting. Again.

I guess Scott took some notes from my encounter with the stranger. Specifically about the orgasm denials. Though, he was pretty good at those on our first night together as well. I just hadn’t really known what it was yet.

The jerk.

They continue like that, keeping me hovering ever on the edge until I’m a writhing mess, muttering incoherently, my head tossing back and forth, sweaty and tangled strips of hair clinging to my head and cheeks. It’s Brennan’s turn inside of me and I meet Scott’s eyes over Brennan’s shoulder. It’s hard to focus with the tendrils of lust and heat spiraling through me, but I can always find Scott’s eyes. They swirl with desire and an almost possessive and jealous darkness. Like he can’t believe he’s sharing me. Like he can’t believe he’s actually allowing this, taking part in this, watching this.

But that can’t be right. It’s not like he’s in love with me. We’re best friends who occasionally just have a little fun in the sack together. It’s probably just disbelief his dick is so close to another one. Or maybe he’s worried this will hurt or mess up our friendship. I’m a little worried over it myself. Things have gone awkward here and there ever since this fuckit list started. It’s a worry I haven’t been able to let go of or even address directly to Scott yet. Maybe I should have just come up here alone. Maybe I should have kept him out of this.

But keeping Scott out of any part of my life has never been part of our deal. We went way past “too much information” a long, long time ago. We know every secret, every embarrassing moment of each other’s lives. There’s no changing that or going back now.

I’m unable to take my eyes off Scott’s bright blue ones as Brennan continues to circle inside me. I wish Scott would kiss me, touch me, something. But instead he touches me with his gaze, raking it over my body, watching my bouncing breasts, my mouth open in ecstasy, my thighs quivering with the beginnings of a climax. And I feel each place his stare grazes against me like hot coals searing into my skin.

I drown in his eyes as the exhilaration bursts through me, as ecstasy rages through me, as glee spikes though me, as desire crashes through me in waves. His eyes bring me back to the surface, sputtering and gasping. His eyes soften in the awe-struck expression he gives me sometimes. Usually when I’m having an orgasm. You’d think I’d look like a gross, sweaty fish out of water, but the way he looks at me makes me think otherwise.

Brennan draws himself out of me, walking over to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. Scott and I finally break the stare binding us together as he follows to do the same. It leaves me feeling a little bit barren and cold.

While I haul myself all the way onto the bed to give my legs a rest, the guys get fresh condoms, tossing them onto the comforter for later. They return to the bed, climbing on either side of me, and begin kissing and licking and stroking me.

I reach out and return the favor—I fondle balls, grasp asses, lick nipples, stroke dicks. We morph into a ball of limbs and tongues and teeth, rolling around with each other. At one point, I’m fairly certain Scott and Brennan even tease and touch each other a little. We’re all trapped in a haze of desperate ardor, craving touch, release, pleasure.

Everything grows hazy until I only half realize who’s who. The only thing I can focus on is the heat spreading through me, every touch that brings me closer and closer to burning up to nothing. I hear them murmur words over my head and across and over me, but I can’t focus on it. I’m too busy feeling EVERYTHING.

We reek of sex and booze with the lightest waft of my honeysuckle lotion. Our ragged breaths and moans rise along with the music pumping from downstairs, creating a rising melody of passion.

Somehow I end up with my head in Scott’s lap, jolting every time he plucks at my nipples while Brennan plunges his fingers in and out of my dripping core. I look up at Scott and smile at him, hissing as he takes both of my nipples between his thumbs and index fingers and rolls them, pulls them, stretches my tits out. I shift on his lap, restless, wanting more, needing more. It’s not enough.

He smiles back down at me with a smug and dark crook to the corners of his mouth. “You like that, don’t you?” His voice is raspy and deep.

I nod like a bobble-head. “Oh, yes. Very, very much.”

“You are so fucking hot, love.”

“So are you.” I bite my lip, before whispering, “I want you inside me.” I regret the admission a little bit as Scott’s expression changes, darkens.

A tiny twinge of fear skitters up my spine. A delicious one.

He leans close, his grip on my nipples growing harsher with the perfect pressure riding pleasure and pain, his breath whisper soft against my ear. “Should I make you beg for it?”

I shiver, arching my back, a gasp hissing through my teeth. “Maybe.”

“Or,” He sucks the lobe of my ear into his mouth. “Should I make you want it even more?”

I can’t imagine wanting his enormous cock pounding into me more than I do right now. But I’m not averse to seeing him try.

“If you think you can,” I dare him.

His responding grin is feral, almost a sneer. Another delicious shiver of fear mixed with ardor and lust thuds through me.

He releases my tits and slides out from under me, kneeling by my head, his cock pointed at my face. Not exactly what I meant, but close enough. I’m hungry for his velvety rigid length sliding down my throat.

He leans down to whisper in my ear again. “You said you wanted me inside you.”

The teasing jerk.

He’s playing a dangerous game I’m all too ready to join in. To win.

Brennan adds another finger into my pussy and twists. I’d almost forgotten about him, too wrapped up in the match against Scott. I let my legs fall wider and lift my pelvis, wordlessly begging for more. Brennan is eager to comply.

Scott prods my mouth with his dick. “Open up, love.”

I part my lips and he slides inside all silky and firm, stretching my mouth wide. He smells like arousal and the ocean breeze. Nothing smells or tastes as good as him. Brennan pumps and twists his fingers inside me faster and faster while Scott soon takes up the same tempo inside my mouth.

Brennan replaces his fingers with his dick and Scott anchors himself on my breasts, palming their heavy weight, grasping my nipples between his fingers and pulling them with each thrust they make inside me. I’m impaled and speared with cocks.

Utterly filled and fucked.

Oh. My. Word.

I have never experienced anything like this before and I’m not sure how much more of it I can handle. But I am perfectly willing to find out.

Scott stares down at me, watching his cock spreading my mouth. I lick my tongue around the head, pleased to see him bite his lip, to see his thighs ripple. Brennan starts stroking my clit with his thumb, and my eyes almost roll out of my head at the sensations filling me.

I suck hard on Scott’s sleek shaft like his dick will release the most expensive wine, staring right at him, running my tongue over the tip, sipping at his pre-cum.

He growls and rams harder, hitting the back of my throat, never taking his eyes from mine. I relax my throat and take him as deep as I can. Brennan rubs my clit firmer, faster.

The climax hits with an extreme force, like a punch to the face and then to the belly. Somehow, I don’t clamp down on Scott with my teeth, instead my mouth opens even wider. He and Brennan slip from me, leaving me bereft and empty.

My eyes are still glued to Scott and my pussy keeps contracting on nothing but air. Scott still has my nipples clamped between his fingers, but his touch is softer now, soothing, calming.

He leans down and claims my mouth with his. I expected a plundering kiss, but it’s soft, sweet. His gentle touch puts me back together. He pulls away slightly and speaks against my lips. “Still want me inside you?”

“Fuck, yes.” My voice is a pathetic, breathless whimper.

“Beg for it.” His is hard, cold, fucking hot.

I smile and press a kiss to his lips. “Please. I need you inside me.”

His scoundrel smile returns to his face, his pupils growing and darkening. He grabs me by the waist and tosses me onto my stomach with my face next to Brennan. Brennan smiles at me and runs his fingers through my hair.

“Ready for the finale?” he asks.

I nod, too overwhelmed and expectant and the slightest bit nervous to form proper words.

Scott yanks me up until I’m bent over on my hands and knees. I bite back an excited squeal. He knows this is my favorite. I’ve mentioned it a million times. I hear the sound of the foil wrapper of the condom tear.

But instead of his cock, one single, lonely digit of Scott’s slips into my needy pussy. I shoot a glare at him over my shoulder, but he just winks at me.

Asshole.

Brennan plays with my tits, rubbing his thumbs over my hardened peaks. Scott adds two more fingers into my soaked sheath, his other hand digging into the flesh of my hip. He runs his hand up my spine to my lower back, pushing gently so I’m bent over even more, my ass even higher in the air. He skims his fingers back down to grab my ass, pulling my butt cheeks apart while he keeps fucking me with his fingers.

He pulls his fingers soaked with my juices from my cunt and spreads it around my puckered back hole. I catch my breath, my eyes scrunched closed as I try to relax. He slides two digits into my ass while Brennan continues to play with and torture my tender nipples.

Scott’s other hand returns to my pussy and he finger fucks me in both holes. Every time he pushes in my ass, he pulls out of my pussy. And every time he pulls out of my ass, he pushes into my pussy. I cry out, shoving back against him, pleading for more.

How the fuck am I still conscious? How the fuck am I still horny? Still primed for another orgasm? I don’t even know how many I’ve had tonight. I’ve lost count.

Scott pulls both his hands from me and I mewl in frustration, wagging my ass, trying to find him again. Brennan’s cock fed into my mouth cuts off any more complaints I might have voiced.

Thankfully, Scott doesn’t make me wait for long. His shaft sinks into me, reaching that special spot only he’s ever touched. With my mouth filled with dick, I bleat an embarrassing fucking sheep noise, it feels so damn good.

I swallow against Brennan’s cock, making him stumble a little against me. I cup the bottom of his cock with my curled tongue and swallow again. He moans load and long, his dick twitching in my mouth.

Scott grasps one of my ass cheeks again, parting the crease and he shoves his fingers back inside me. Instead of the in and out thing he did before, this time he thrusts his cock and his fingers in at the same time.

It doesn’t take long for Scott and Brennan to find their rhythm with the help of the music downstairs.

They tunnel in and out of my body, and all I can do is take it.

It is the most amazing experience and feeling of my entire life. I never want to stop doing this. I never want it to end. I want them to keep fucking each of my holes until we collapse.

I can never go back to vanilla sex, nothing but the missionary position ever again. I’m not even sure I’ll ever find as much satisfaction from just fucking one person again. Maybe I should have saved this item on my list for last. I could have gone out with a bang, so to speak.

Though this is less a bang, and more like fireworks, or even a damn nuclear explosion.

With each shove they make inside me, my nipples brush against the gold comforter. With each shove they make, a garbled grunt comes out of me, joining with the symphony of their hisses and moans and grunts and growls.

Instead of three separate people clashing together, we move as one body. A single organism or being made up of sex and lust and a raging desire for release.

Brennan’s cock grows in my mouth, swelling and signaling he’s reaching his release first. His cum spills onto my tongue and slides down my throat. I drink every bit of it down, cleaning him all over with my tongue. He slips out of me and collapses beside us on the bed, watching Scott fuck me, idly reaching out and playing with my nipple. My head falls forward until my forehead rests on my bent arms, no longer strong enough to keep anything upright except my ass.

Scott starts ramming me with a furious frenzy, like he’s determined and desperate to break me and remake me. I feel his lips at the base of my spine, on my ass. His tongue flicks out against my skin, his teeth scrape flesh.

In this moment, it’s only the two of us. No Brennan, no list, no more games. Just us raging against each other, drowning in each other.

I have no idea how long we’ve been here. Hours? Days? Weeks? My skin is coated and slick with sweat, my hair plastered to my neck and face. I now have molten lava instead of blood coursing though my veins. I try to claw my way to the surface, to reality.

As I scream, it’s Scott’s name that flies from my lips.