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The three of you stumble over to the bed, drunk and laughing, clothes falling off along the way.
You land on your back on the mattress, and it dips even more beneath you when Chris crawls over you, supported by his bulging arms, while Adrian slides up next to you.
You can’t deny that it was Chris’ muscles that first caught your eye at the bar, but when you noticed his friend, you couldn’t believe what a perfect package they were. That, and the energy crackling off the two of them would’ve lured you in no matter what they looked like. It’s just an extra thousand cherries on top that one of them happens to be a chiseled, hulking IRL gigaChad and the other a slim, ultra-toned twink with wild eyes and a killer smile.
Still, not wanting to come across like a kid in a man-candy store, you pretended to play hard to get for a suitable amount of time, and when they asked you, in an Uber on the way to the trailer, what cinched the deal for you, you told them it was Chris’ offer to make pancakes in the morning.
Chris leans down to suck on one of your nipples while Adrian’s fingers circle around the other, occasionally offering quick pinches that send jolts of electricity down your spine. You moan appreciatively and reach out to run your hands over their dicks. Chris’ is straining against the fabric of his tighty-whities; Adrian’s is curving up to his belly button since he already eagerly shucked off his underwear.
"Hey, which one of us do you want to fuck you? Or do you want both of us?" Adrian asks chattily while you stroke his cock and Chris kisses his way down your stomach.
"I dunno, which of you fucks better?"
"Me," Chris answers while sliding your panties down your legs.
"Chris," Adrian says at the same time.
"Aw, thanks, dude." Chris lifts his head up for a moment to grin at Adrian, then dips down and runs his tongue along your slit. You groan as he laps up and down then yelp when he finds your clit. He alternates between swirling around it in circles and lightly sucking on it, both of which feel fucking incredible.
"Okay, so how about Chris fucks you from behind while you suck me off? Sound good?"
You manage to nod even as you focus on stopping the rising heat in your pussy from overcoming you too quickly.
"You know what that’s called?" Adrian rambles on. "Spit-roasting. You know why? Because it’s like when you spit roast a pig or whatever over a fire! Except when you do that, the rod goes all the way through, which doesn’t happen in the sex version because that would, like, probably fucking kill you, dude. Actually, there was this one time when I was fighting three guys with one pole and—"
You don’t know what he’s going on about, but a deft twist of your wrist refocuses him on the moment and his dick in your hand. But you only manage a few more strokes before the hot, wet movements between your legs become too much.
You try to hold back the wave, but Chris pins your hips down and Adrian captures your lips in a fierce kiss, pushing his tongue between your teeth and practically tongue-fucking your mouth in time with Chris tongue-fucking your pussy—
And then you cry out wordlessly into Adrian’s mouth as you climax, spraying Chris’ handsome face with your juices.
Chris comes back up grinning and scrubbing his forearm across his mouth, and he and Adrian high five.
"Nice one, dude," Adrian says in a tone of admiration. "I need to up my rug munching game."
"Dude, you gotta exercise your tongue. It’s basically all muscle. And don’t call it rug munching, chicks hate that." There’s some rustling sounds. "Hey, lemme help you out there."
While you lie there gasping, the stars only just starting to fade from your vision, you see Chris’ meaty hand reach across you and grasp Adrian’s neglected cock.
You watch as Adrian’s head tips back, exposing his long, pale throat; when you glance to the other side, you catch Chris staring at it too.
Now that you can breathe again, you roll over onto your side and kiss down Adrian’s deliciously smooth and creamy neck. Reaching around behind you, you free Chris’ cock from his underwear and start to pump it. Your hand barely closes around its thick girth, and for a moment you wonder whether it’ll fit inside you; then you remember the monster dildo in your drawer back home and yeah, you figure you can take it.
Adrian’s hand snakes down between you and his fingers slide easily between your wet pussy lips while Chris kisses and sucks his way along your shoulder. You’re really fucking close to losing it all over again, and the boys seem ready too, so you say, "If it’s okay with you two, I wouldn’t mind being skewered like a fucking pig right about now."
They don’t need to be told twice. The next instant, you’ve been dragged up onto your hands and knees by one of Chris’ big beefy arms wrapped around your waist and he’s stripping out of his underwear and positioning himself behind you, rolling a condom over the thick head of his cock before nudging it between your folds as Adrian settles himself on his knees in front of you. You immediately lean forward and wrap your lips around the glans then slide them down along its silky length.
One of Adrian’s hands tangles in your hair, pulling just hard enough that a tingle runs across your scalp. Adrian isn’t as big as Chris, but that’s perfect, because you can take him all the way in, and when you do he moans, eyes fluttering closed, cock pulsing inside your throat.
You hear a muffled "fuck yeah" from behind you, and then Chris is pushing into you, his fat cock spreading you open, and you have to slide your knees further apart to give him better access. One of his hands digs into your ass cheek, and you feel his other callused palm settle at the small of your back.
It feels like it goes on forever, his cock sliding inside you, penetrating you, and even with how wet you are it’s still slow going. But then, all of a sudden, you feel his heavy balls slap against your pussy and his hips against your ass, and you know he’s stuffed you full with every inch of him.
You celebrate the feeling of fullness by running your tongue over Adrian’s cock, probing it to find which parts make him moan the loudest.
You thought he’d be the talkative one during sex, but it’s Chris who keeps up a steady stream of "fuck yes" and "that’s it baby" and "so fucking hot" as he starts to pump his hips, his cock sliding in and out of you in a steady rhythm.
You match it with your own pace up and down Adrian’s cock, and for a while you all settle into a comfortable pattern, the room filling with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, the wet noises of your mouth and pussy being stuffed, and Chris’ string of expletives and praise. Then, under it all, you hear Adrian moan, and you swear the noise forms the word "Chris," and an idea occurs to you.
You pull back, emptying your mouth of cock and drawing in a gasp of air.
Adrian looks down at you, something maybe like concern or just curiosity arching a brow. "You all good down there?"
You nod, then rasp out, "I want you two to do something for me."
"Sure!" Adrian nods eagerly, face lighting up.
"I think you should make out."
"What? Why? Is this, like, a girl thing? Are you one of those women who see two hot guys on a TV show then immediately go write fanfic about how they’re totally boning and in love? Actually, I did write some Fargo fanfiction once, but I just thought it would be, like, super interesting to explore the dynamic between Lester and Malvo through a journey of sexual awakening—"
"I just think it’d be hot."
"Oh. Okay, sure. Chris?"
Balls deep in you, Chris grunts out, "I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I turned down a request from the nice lady who’s enjoying being spit-roasted by me and my buddy."
Grinning, you swallow Adrian’s cock again as he leans forward over you and relish the sensations of a full mouth and a fuller pussy. You’re kind of squished, but it’s all worth it when you hear their sloppy kisses above your head and feel Adrian’s dick throb in your mouth. All at once, Chris is slamming into you with abandon. Adrian’s hand somehow manages to slide down between your legs, his fingers teasing across your clit then reaching further back to graze where the thick cock slides in and out. When you moan loudly, he comes back to your clit again and presses down, and your hips jerk to meet Chris’ erratic thrusts. Adrian’s free hand grabs one of your tits and squeezes, and you’re pretty sure he’s still making out with Chris over your head, and you don’t understand how he can be so flexible and coordinated, and fuck, you’re so full everywhere and your pussy’s burning and you just need that one more hit to push you over the edge—
"Fuck yeah, gonna fill your pussy up! Adrian, cum in her mouth—if that’s okay—," that was directed at you and you nod desperately, "yeah, cum in her mouth for me, Adrian!"
That’s all it takes for Adrian to do exactly as instructed, shooting ropes of cum down your throat which you enthusiastically swallow down, though some escapes your lips and trails messily down your chin.
Chris’ thick, rough fingers take over from Adrian’s slimmer ones as the smaller man sinks back bonelessly, and he rubs at your sensitive clit as he fucks you into the bed. That does it, and you cum hard and convulsively around his cock, inner walls contracting, moaning wildly through the sweaty strands of hair covering your face. Chris is the last to orgasm, but he’s only a second behind you, his dick pulsing tangibly as he pumps you full of his load. He needs at least a minute to catch his breath before pulling out and tossing aside the bulging condom.
Afterwards, you all fall together in a tangled mess of salty, sweaty limbs and bodily fluids, all stained with each other’s scent, exhausted and giggly and sated.
The next morning, Chris does make you (burned) pancakes, and Adrian talks your ear off, and all of it’s the most fun you’ve had in a long time. You leave your number, letting them know they can call again any time, though you think you may have left them with an itch to scratch between just the two of them. Either way, you have a hell of an experience to think back on the next time you need a fantasy to accompany your monster dildo.