Push Me Pull Me / acrylic on cardboard / $40
her indecision was killing her
for once, rather than no choices at the party
there were too many
and she was especially torn between two
she’d talk to one while eyeing the other’s wanderings
or watch the flex of his ass as he bent over to pick up a dropped CD
hunting for a telltale bulge as the light grazed him where her mouth wished it might be
then she’d find reason to excuse herself
(the bathroom usually, and only sometimes did she actually need it)
then she’d seek to engage the other in a similar dance
as she did, she’d look back at the first
wrinkling her eyebrows in a soft frown as he smiled at another girl
she retreated once more to the wine bar
and threw down a glass that should be savored not swilled
but she needed some help or courage
or to simply pass out and not have to deal with this night’s troubling choices
but the itch in her moistened thong though would not be denied
it pushed her forward
more forward than she’d ever been
and as the party thinned
and she laid more subtle luscious hooks
into both men’s fiery libidos
she finally found herself cornered in a trap of her own making
as the two were now talking to each other
with widened grins
shooting knowing looks at her
she blushed a raw crimson burn from her toes to her heated scalp
and shyly approached what might be her final undoing
they teased her about her endless flirting and insinuated promises
they flanked her to cut off her shamed escape
then one leaned in and whispered something
that made her want to kneel and beg him to follow through
she blushed beet red again “both?”
the two nodded in hungry assent
and she lost her balance as her ankles almost folded
and they retreated to the guest house in the back
when the door clicked closed
the silence crackled
and soon she was on her toes
trading tongues with each man in turn
four hands ran over her curves
studying, exploring, grabbing, tugging, probing
and before she knew her own mind
she had two thickening bulges in her grasp
rubbing them through their jeans
and breathlessly tearing at the denim to free them both
her blouse was shredded
her breasts bared to hot hands
and two suckling scruffy mouths
and now her fists were balling their hair
as they tore her skirt free and knelt
and licked her front and rear
until she came so hard
she collapsed to the floorboards
in a sopping heap
but even in the blur of her rabid bliss
she instinctively reached for both cock-handle rods at once
stroking as her consciousness fought to return
squeezing hard, then slipping slowly
she mananged a few words in her panting recovery
“I want” as she pulled them both upwards
“both” as she feverishly brought them to her naked famished mouth
they were two beading pre-cum
and the subtleties of taste-testing was at hand
or more accurately, at tongue and burning lips
she swallowed one shaft as she stroked the other
their hands gripped her hair
or helped her swallow deeper
she tried both shapes deep into her throat’s cunt
she moaned like a street whore goddess
two men worshipping her treasures
two cocks full to the brim
begging for her every lick and touch
she pulled them together and wrapped her wanton lips about the dueling heads
humming and licking and growling from her own cunt wash
and in that moment, she decided to be that cum whore
she released her feasting them only to breathlessly demand
“cum” she gasped “both”
she opened her slut’s ravenous mouth
and offered her tongue for the creamshot Communion
and the two burst into consecutive showers
filling her throat, covering her face
spraying her naked curves with their filthy love
and nothing thrilled her more
than this dual consecration
giving it’s blessing to the dirtiest part of her soul
she crawled up thier shaking bodies
kissed each in turn
nestled in between them
she knew she didn’t have to ask
they were going to carry her to bed
and fuck her to raw heaven
all the wilding night long
(a birthday request)
