Try Outs

I had 2 boyfriends, and TBPH I couldn’t tell which one I liked better. So, we got together for a try-out.

I rolled my eyes, “I wasn’t cheating on you,” looking back and forth, they both looked angry, and took each other’s side. “When I said that I wanted to see other people, I wasn’t trying to break up with you, or friendzone you. I ment that literally, I just wanted to make sure you’re the one for me.”

Why should I chose just one? Well, they wouldn’t look at each other, they were both looking at me, upset, but trying to hide it. “Oh, don’t be jealous. What about Stephanie? I knew about her, and I wasn’t jealous.”

“Well, you said we could see other people.” Finally they looked over at each other surprised.

“You went out with her, too?”

“Boys,” they looked back at me, when I touched their cheeks. “She told me, that she took advantage of you, on the rebound. Both of you, but I forgave her.” I pouted, “Can you find it in your hearts to forgive me?”

“Well,” their eyes darted back to each other, then back at me.

“Let’s all agree that whoever loses gets Steph.” I smacked him, gently.

“I don’t want to talk about her,” I rubbed his cheek, “But if you prefer her, then that makes the choice easier for me.”

“No, I’m not saying that. I love you, you know I do, and you’re really okay with me sleeping with.”

“Her,” the other one interrupted, so he didn’t say her name. All right, I have to admit that I put her up to it, to see which one was loyal, and they both failed, but I’m willing to forgive either one of them if he proves himself, and his love to me, and if he doesn’t? Sure, let her have my sloppy seconds, again.

“Why does everything have to be a competition with you? Boys, why do us girls have to compete for your attentions?” I turned away, pacing, and thinking out loud. “Honestly, we should be able to love each other, regardless of the other woman, or the other man who might be in the picture. I can accept you having a mistress, so you surely can forgive each other for doing the exact same thing.”

“Well,” they looked at each other.

“She doesn’t want to tie you up, does she?”

“Who, Ste, uh.” He looked back at me scared.

“Uh!” I rolled my eyes. “The cat’s already out of the bag, and I’m the one that asked you about her. Stephanie, both of you fucked Stephanie while you’re going out with me.”

“Yeah, but.” He grinned, and turned away from both of us, to hide his face. His dirty grin, “I kinda like it.”

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking. You know how she says a hot guy looks even hotter tied up?”

“Yeah, she showed me pictures.”

“Of me? You showed me pictures of him, tied up.”

“I know.” If I keep having to roll my eyes like this, I’m going to get dizzy. “And you have to admit, you got off on it.” Looking at each other tied up, their muscular arms, and chests stretched out, hanging from their restraints. The exact same restraints, it turns out they’re the same size.

“Well, I got off on your pussy.”

“Stephanie gives better head, though.” He glanced over when he said that, and I realized what they’re doing. Fair enough, I pitted them against each other, so now they’re trying to pit me against Stephanie?

“Ahahuhuh?” I shook my head, “Are you sure about that?”

John turned away to unbuckle his belt. “Not really, maybe you should try to suck me off, just to prove it.”

“Yeah, I don’t really remember correctly either.” Harry turned the other way. “If you could remind me.”

“While you’re here.” John turned back, slightly to hold his dick out, and rub the top of the head with his thumb. “You can tell me which dick you like better.”

“Take off your belts.” They both let go to cover up their backsides, without even looking back over their shoulders, as if they’d practiced it in unison, and hadn’t quite gotten it synched up. “You like being tied up?”

“Oh yeah,” they turned away from me, but refused to look over at each other. Pulling their belts out of their loops, and holding them behind them. John slightly ahead, I went to loop his through the buckle, and slip it around his wrists. Cinching it tight, I wrapped the lose end around until I could get the post through one of the holes to lock it, then pulled Harry’s shoulder to tie his wrists behind him the exact same way.

“Huh!” I stepped back, fanning my cheeks, and neck. “Well, if it’s a competition now.” I started on the buttons down my top, from the hot collar. “I suppose I should come up with rules.” Cum up with rules. “The last one to cum gets me. The loser has to settle for Stephanie. Deal?”

“Yeah.”

“All right, so what you’re saying is, you’ll try to suck us both off, but if he cums first, I get to fuck you?”

“You both got to fuck me, and if you weren’t so immature about it, you could both keep fucking me.” I got enough buttons open to pull my head out of my top, so I let it slip off my arms, and pulled my C cups together. “You know there’s plenty to go around.” I unhooked my front clasp, and held my arms behind me to let the shoulder straps slip off.

“What’s wrong?” I looked back, and forth at the guys, both of them already going soft.

“Nothing,” John didn’t even open his eyes, “But you’re going to have a hard time sucking me off like this.”

“Yeah,” Harry cracked his eyes, and even glanced over at the other dick. “You’re going to have to suck me hard, too.” They must have some fat chick to imagine, and control their erections, to make this more challenging for me, but I don’t mind.

“Huh!” I pulled them over, closer together. So they had to waddle with their pants around their ankles, but I bumped into the table, and sat down. Turning back and forth, and switching grips to hold their dicks up, lick, and kiss the heads, one bye one. Like a man that can’t decide which nipple he wants to suck first, they both hardened slowly in my grips, but kept their eyes closed, occasionally peeking when I switched back to the other.

Damn it, why do I have to chose? They both look so good, and taste so good, and they’re too big to fit them both in my mouth at once, but now that they’re fully erect, I don’t have to hold them any more, so I can feel down, and hold them both by the balls.

“Uh,” John shook his head, wincing, but Harry grunted. Ironically his fresh shaven balls slipped a little, and the skin stretched tight like a brain. So, I kissed, and sucked those, one by one. Of course it’s not about your dick, man. Okay, it’s not just your dick, but the man attached to it. The complete package, so to speak.

“You like his nuts better?”

“You need to manscape. It’s like. A forest, but there’s one big tree. Oomph!” I just shut up, before the simile got any more tortured, and let his swollen head pop out of my mouth. “Swop! Oomph!”

“I don’t know, she’s pretty good.”

“Yeah, but Steph deep throats.”

“Huh!” I rolled my eyes, but now they were both grinning down at me, so I twisted their balls to make them squirm.

“Trying to make me jealous? When I have you both by the balls. Watch out, that’s a dangerous game you’re playing.”

“Sorry.”

“Yeah, sorry.”

“I forgive you!” I let go, but now they were nice, and slippery with spit, at least around the tops, so I could smear it down with my fingers, and once they were wet, it crackled in my grip, slipping up and down until I got a good rhythm, and picked up the pace.

“Uhn! Fgh!” Harry started shaking, so I let go of John, and reached around to slap his ass. Pull him over, so his dick swung right in front of my nose, and almost crossed swords just as Harry’s nuts exploded up in a gush of white hot lust. “UHN!” It dribbled out for the first couple drops, but then a mighty pump of his hips set a jet soaring high into the air to arc over, and spatter his rival’s shirt.

“UhHhHh! FUCK!” John exploded hands free, and bounced so I had to catch it. Trying to pull them together, head to head, but they were so slippery. I lost my grip, but they were both spurting, and pointed right at each other. So they blew their wads all over their hard creamy dicks.

“Uh huh!” I closed my eyes, and rubbed them all over my face. “Hm!” It spattered my hair like hot sticky rain, and I licked my lips, then held them out drooping soft, but still covered in the residue of their double orgasm. 4 balls worth of spunk for me to kiss, lick, and swallow hungrily.

“Uh!” Harry hunched, and slipped out. “Fuck, uh!” He barely turned before his knees gave out, but he managed to sit down, still shuddering with the intense sensation to his sensitive post orgasmic tip.

“Huh! I won, he came before me.” Harry shook his head, in defeat.

“Yeah, but you blew it too, so you can’t fuck her yet.”

“No, but I can lick her cunt, nobody can eat pussy like me, I’m the clit master.”

“Huh!” I just rolled my eyes, and lay back, but if he wants to go down on me. Honestly, I was pretty spent from that double blow. “Hm!”

“Yeah, too bad she’s not bisexual like Stephanie, or we could call her for a 4 way orgy.”

“Well, okay. If you want to call her.” I patted John’s head, but I didn’t have the heart to tell him. I faked it, every single time he tried to lick me off, and I even called him that. “Clit master,” when the truth is, that’s why he’s so bad at it. He seems to think it’s all about the clit, like there’s 1 button he can spam to a screaming orgasm, when there isn’t.

Just like it’s not about their dicks. Well, okay, when there’s 2 of them right there, and seeing them cumming on each other. I have to admit, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in real life, and I almost got off just from that.

“Can you untie me?”

“Oh, yeah.” Johnny stopped trying to find it, and wiped his mouth on my thigh. “Me too.”

“Huh, why don’t you untie each other.” I rolled over, and grabbed my purse, to text Stephanie myself. I was getting a little bored with this all ready.

[Guess what?] I waited for her to pick up, and answer me. “Come on, Stephanie, check your phone. O, F F S!”

“She busy?” John was turned around, and holding his arms out, so Harry didn’t touch his ass or anything, but bent over like that. I moved over to the couch, and put my feet up, to rub my fingers between my legs, spread wide open.

“Tell you what, the first one that gets it up again can fuck me.” As if I didn’t need a good deep dicking right now.

“Yeah, she does Anal too.” Speak of the devil, my phone buzzed.

[Chicken butt?]

[LOL, no.] I took a picture of them trying to untie each other. [I’ve got the boys tied up, so they asked me if I could text you, and invite you over.]

[Holy shit, you’re right! They really do look hotter tied up.]

[Right? You do anal?]

[Yeah, of course.]

[And deep throat?]

[Don’t you?]

“Uh!” I rolled my eyes. [Just get over here, ASAP while they still have a little juice left in their nuts.]

[How did you get them to tie each other up, half naked?]

[I tied them up. I had to, to keep them from fighting over me. They’re just trying to untie each other now, but it’s hilarious. LMAO.]

[ROFL, I bet! Be there in a sec…]

“Huh!” Good. One of them is a hand full, but both of them at the same time? I’m going to need a hand, or 2. And a mouth, and an ass.

I’m not going to try anal, but. [You’re really bisexual?]

[No, I just tell guys that to get them to sleep with me.]

[Is that true, or sarcastic?]

[IDK. YU curious?]

[No, not even.]

[Good.]

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