by Candy Quinn
“Knew you’d choose me,” Terry said with a big, boastful grin. “You’re too pretty a gal not to,” he said with a wink as he put his arm back around her, the two of them guiding her slowly towards the door. “Your place or ours?” he asked.
She was grateful for the hands upon her, guiding her in the wobbling heels as they clicked on the floor unevenly.
“I’m still moving in,” she said with a broad grin, shyness evaporated and replaced with sheer excitement. She was already making friends!
“So my couch and table are both covered in clothes and trinkets.”
“Our place it is then!” Terry declared excitedly.
“You can consider it yours from now on anyhow,” Ben added as he rubbed her lower back gently. “Any time you wanna drop by for anything, or just feel like the company, our place is yours,” he declared with firm sincerity.
Though at the door she saw the elder gentleman Martin, smiling at her and blowing her a kiss as she left with the other two men. Though she failed to see Mark looking a bit pouty off to the side.
Everyone was so friendly. She’d never felt so welcomed ever before and grinned excitedly as they made their way up the stairs. At least going up the stairs in heels was easier than going down, as she didn’t have to rely on them so much.
“So how long you two lived together?”
“Yeeeeaaars!” declared Terry in a long drawn out answer as Ben opened the door. Nobody seemed to lock their doors in the small town.
“Since we moved out on our own, really,” Ben said with a smile, taking her hand and guiding her on in. Their place was nice, much finer than she would’ve expected of two bachelors! With thick drapes up, a very large, plush, leather couch that could easily fit them and a few others. In fact, it was so big, it was more like a mini-bed in the living room and they guided her to it.
She was grateful to be able to sit, her ass sinking into the overstuffed couch. She’d taken the middle, curling her left foot up. It was a clumsy motion as she went to take off her heel, struggling with the strap and making her face turn a bit red in frustration.
“I’m not usually this useless,” she said with another giggle.
“Don’t you worry,” Terry said, and he reached down, sliding his hands along her thigh and calf before coming to her shoe, where he very carefully undid the clasps and freed her foot. His two strong hands rubbing at the sole in a very satisfying manner.
“You’re in our care now,” Ben added, sitting at her side, arm about her as he leaned in nice and close. “I know it’s just your first night with us, but you’re family now. Not just us, but all the guys downstairs too, we’re like your army of husbands,” he said with a warm smile.
“But mostly us,” Terry added as he massaged her foot, a toothy grin on his face.
Lisa giggled.
“What do I want with dozens of husbands?” she asked, rolling her eyes even though the way he rubbed her foot felt so good. She let out a soft breath, a moan trailing beneath it. “Mmm,” she grinned, rolling her shoulders.
Terry took off her other shoe and moved his strong, massaging hands to that one next, working her feet with such masterful practice.
“Never need to move your own stuff again for one,” Terry declared with a grin and a wink up at her.
“And your kids’ll never want for anythin’,” Ben added, smiling at her handsomely as he leaned in and placed a soft kiss beneath her ear. “With that many daddies, your kids’ll be safe if not spoiled,” he remarked, his voice having taken on a lower tone as he squeezed her knee and stroked her thigh over her skirt a little.
That kiss against her flesh was unexpected, and it tickled her, making her flush a bit brighter.
It wasn’t until after his words sunk in and, combined with their actions, she started to wonder what she’d missed. She looked at them both curiously, blinking and licking her lips as she tried to work through it. Her mind was hazy, though, from the late hour and the liquor and she couldn’t make sense of it.
“Worked for us growing up,” Ben added in his low husky, nuzzling his nose against her ear as his hand massaged her thigh, his warm little kisses that followed so soft and gentle. Combined with the massage of her feet, her body was more relaxed than she’d ever felt it. The alcohol didn’t hurt either.
Terry smiled at her, his full lips spread wide in a charming grin. His blonde hair was short and slicked back, his chiselled jaw pushed out as he looked up at her.
“You’ll love it. Must get lonely out there with just a mom and one dad, huh?” he said to her, peeling away one of her socks down her shapely calf to rub at her foot bare.
“I was never really that lonely,” she said, though there wasn’t the same oomph behind her words. She craved people like she craved nothing else, and as overwhelming as the party was, she’d never felt so alive and content.
Well, up until then, with their strong hands massaging her, their lips touching against her flesh.
Her large chest rose and fell with her quickened breath, mouth falling open as she moaned. Though when the sound resonated and she realized what she’d done, a flush went through her, brightening her cheeks.
She was so relaxed, though...
“We’re one big happy family here,” Ben said, as he kissed her neck on down to her collar bone at the edge of her tanktop, his hand squeezing her thigh on up beneath her skirt a little as Terry continued to soothe her feet so.
“Yeah, and you’re the prettiest gal around,” Terry interjected, leaning down and placing a kiss upon her foot amid his rubbing. “So I’m extra glad you chose us for your first night. We’ll make ya never want to leave!” he declared.
“He knows we’re not supposed to get territorial like that,” Ben said softly in her ear, “but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hoping I’d get a shot at being the first of your baby’s potential daddies.”
With how much alcohol and relaxed pleasure ran through her body, that last statement didn’t even make sense to Lisa.
She leaned her head back against the couch, her eyes closed as she drank in the pleasured sensations, taking in a deep breath and exhaling slowly.
Finally, her brows furrowed, unable to decipher what he was saying.
“What do you mean?” she said to Ben, her voice curious and confused.
Their hands upon her flesh were so comforting, she barely noticed the transition from hands to lips. How Terry’s big mitts rubbed up her calves, followed soon thereafter by his soft kisses. While above, Ben’s hand rubbed her thigh, then transitioned up to stroke over her lower stomach, curling up her tank top as his lips lightly suckled at her neck.
Thoughts and questions seemed so unimportant in the face of all that soothing pleasure. She didn’t even notice the way Terry so slowly parted her legs open wide, splaying her inner thighs apart as his mouth found her knee.
It was just sweet, slow bliss, and she relaxed into it.
They felt so good, how could she not? It was all so confusing and new to her, though. For eighteen years, she’d never been touched by a boy, not like they were touching her, and that just made her enjoy it more.
After all, now that she was an adult and could do as she wished, it was hard for her not to find such excitement in their pleasurable caresses and kisses.
Still, though, as her tank top was pulled up over her stomach, her legs parting and forcing her skirt up higher over her hips, revealing more of that pale flesh, she had to open her eyes. Dark gaze fell to Terry, unable to see Ben as he sucked her neck so lewdly. He felt so amazing...
The two of them tended to her like a queen, and Terry winked up at her playfully, the big muscle-bound brute looking so coyly handsome as he moved his lips to her thighs. And her body responded to it all so lewdly, her nipples stiffening beneath her tank top, her cunny moistening.
Her mind entered such an aroused place, and it wasn’t just the alcohol, nor even them. She could hear the sounds of moaning in the distance. And it took her tipsy mind a while to
place it, it came from upstairs. One of the other women and her entourage of men undoubtedly.
Ben’s fingers rubbed at her lower stomach, and lightly nudged the waist of her skirt as he licked and suckled his way back up to her ear.
“We’re so happy you chose us,” he said in a low, husky voice. “You could’ve had any of the guys down there, but we’ll make you glad you took us first. We’ll always remember it no matter what comes,” he assured her, sounding so intimate.
Lisa laughed again, the sound breathier and coming from higher in her chest. She felt so... sensual, her body responding to their touches with little wriggles of delight.
“You guys,” she purred, the words so lusty. “You’re so bad, touching me like that.”
Terry’s lips moved from her knee to her inner thigh, making his way up along it towards her most private of areas. It was such a soothing, sensual sort of kiss, that it flowed from their other motions perfectly, it didn’t strike it as quite as jarring as such an act should’ve.
“You smell like heaven,” the big brutish looking man said, his broad shoulders tensing up as the aroma of her cunt filled his nostrils, making them flare and his blood pump with excitement. He moved in deeper, to kiss over her panties.
“We really like you a lot,” Ben said in her ear softly before suckling at her lobe.
Those kisses, happening nearly simultaneously, made her body leap with sensations, her mind exploding with colours as her full lips dropped open and she let out such a lewd moan. Her pelvis tilted towards Terry, her hand gripping Ben’s leg as she tried to breath.
“What are you guys doing?” she managed, but she didn’t care. Whatever it was they were doing, she wanted more. She felt like she was soaring.
“Lovin’ on you,” Ben said playfully after letting her earlobe slip free from his mouth. His own hand tucked in under the waistband of her skirt, and working in concert with the other man, he curled his finger in under her panties, letting that digit brush against her most sensitive petals as he tugged the garment aside.
Immediately after, Terry pressed his lips to her quim and his tongue lashed out, teasing her sensitive little folds as he began to eat her out atop the couch.
All the while the sounds of the other men carried through the ceiling, the pants and moans rising, peppered with feminine squeals amid the masculine grunts, adding an even higher erotic tone to the whole tryst.
She’d never been touched there before and her eyes widened as she moaned, the sensation so electric.
“Oh my God,” she whimpered, tightening her hold on Ben’s thigh.
“I’ve never...” she trailed off as Terry’s tongue lashed against her wet cunny again, her blood flooding her sex and leaving her mind so deliciously hazy.
Terry’s hands grasped her two smooth inner thighs as his tongue worked up between her slit, lashing along it only to end in a delightful swirl around her clit. The practiced maneuvers so blissful, and Ben came to the aid again, as he took his hand from out of her skirt and helped lift her legs, one at a time, to place them over Terry’s shoulder, aiding that sweet cunnilingus.
“It’s okay,” Ben assured her softly, kissing at her neck and cheek with such tenderness. “We’ll take it real slow, you don’t have to worry about a thing. Not tonight, not any of the nights after,” he said smoothly, returning his hand to her stomach, rubbing faint little circles over her mons and on up as he nudged her shirt closer to her breasts.
They were... perfect.
She couldn’t have imagined anything more sensual, more erotic than those two men touching her body with such devotion. It was unlike anything she could have ever imagined, and hips rolled with such appreciation, bare feet pressed to Terry’s back as her head slowly turned towards Ben, finding his lips with her own, tongue lashing against his.
Terry’s face was buried into her pussy, licking and drinking her sweet honey as Ben and her locked lips of a different sort. He tilted his head, and her first real kiss was delightful. His tongue penetrated her mouth, swirled around hers and produced such delicious little sensations to complicate the deep sparks of electricity that rose from her loins.
Ben kissed her so masterfully, and she was so overwhelmed by it all — and the sounds of the lovemaking upstairs — that she didn’t even feel Ben’s arms go around her, lifting her shirt up and then undoing her bra so skillfully as to slip it off her breasts. His hand found her bare, heavy tit and kneaded it as they made out.
Her nipples instantly hardened against his grasp, hips rocking and moans vibrating into Ben’s mouth as she tried to mimic his motions. Her tongue tangled with his, her hands going to his jawline and pulling him in towards her.
And then Terry flicked his tongue against her clit and it throbbed, and her entire body stilled as it simply focused on that one act, the one burst of pleasure that ignited a fire in her belly.
Ben squeezed her breast and his kiss grew more passionate in that intense moment, the way he teased and tugged her nipple helping expand that fire from her belly outwards through her limbs. Yet it was Terry’s incessant tonguing that did the bulk of the work, the broad man working her loins into such a frenzy as he so expertly ate her out, lashing her sensitive clit again and again with those little swirls of his.
Lisa didn’t have any words for what was happening to her, but that explosive feeling of her nerves coming alive made her writhe and scream. She couldn’t hold it back, even if she wanted to. They’d so expertly pushed her over the brink that her mind was reeling and her hips bucking with such ferocity.
Her pussy washed Terry’s tongue with her warm sweetness, her heels digging into his back as she pushed her pelvis to his until the storm subsided, leaving her quivering in its wake.
Terry teased her quim a while longer then, until her limbs spasmed and kicked and he was forced to pull away, with a big grin upon his face.
“Tasty,” he said in a low, husky growl, licking at the slick honey about his mouth and jaw. He tugged his shirt off by grabbing it at the back of the neck, revealing all that hard, bulging muscle before he wiped his mouth with the garment.
As her kisses with Ben subsided, becoming intermittent smacks of their lips, the long haired man released her breast and smiled to her as he undid his own top, unbuttoning it slowly to show a hard, leanly muscled physique beneath. Indicating that Terry wasn’t the only of them to work out.
“Your call who goes first,” he said to her before landing another kiss on her pouty lips, pulling his shirt back to show his full hard, rippling physique, his chest a little hairy, running on down over his ripped abs in a light trail towards his groin.
Terry had no such hairs upon his hard body it seemed, just smooth, hard muscle all the way down.
She looked between them, blinking with her confusion. Her orgasm had further dimmed her brain, and she felt so uncertain about what they were asking.
Oh, sure, part of her knew. Understood what they were asking.
But not fully.
“I... don’t know what that means,” she finally admitted, too excited to be embarrassed with her large breasts rising and falling, her pussy visible from beneath her skirt.
Ben slipped from her side, and the two men stood side by side.
It was easy to see as they stripped off their clothes the differences between them. Ben was taller, leaner, and the shape of his muscles showed much more prominently. Terry was big and bulky. Then their pants came down, and she first saw their two trimmed bushes, and then their thick, throbbing cocks… they were more similar than she’d have thought.
Those two throbbing organs ribbed with veins, pulsating with desire for her as the upstairs sounds of cries and moans grew louder.
“Pick me,” Terry said with a grin, and he grasped the base of his hard dick, pumping it slowly, making his heavy balls sway.
“She doesn’t wanna pick man,” Ben said with an elbow to Terry. “How about I go in first, but she gives you a lil’ suckle and y’know…”
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wo men talked about it before her as she lay there, drunk and dizzy.
“Deal,” Terry said.
She looked between them, her gaze slowly rising to their faces as she watched them curiously, ignorant to what they were talking about.
Though her body certainly wasn’t oblivious, with such excitement coursing through her, little tremors of aftershock making her cunny pulse.
“Guys?” she asked as they moved in towards her, such lust and adoration in their gazes.
Ben got down between her legs, that thick cock jutting out towards her as he held her calves and pulled her closer to the edge.
“Don’t worry,” he said to her soothingly, sliding his cock up and down her glossy slit, peeling back the foreskin to tease his purple crown in her entrance. “We’re gonna make this so good,” he promised, stretching her virginal little cunny around his crown as he sank slowly inwards.
After her climax, she was so wet that she barely felt the pinch as he forced his way past her hymen, though the thickness of his cock made her gasp. Never had she so much as fingered herself, and it was only by virtue of that slickness that he was so easily able to fit that flared crown inside.
All the while Ben took her cherry, Terry got onto his knees atop the couch, and slowly stroked his cock near to her face.
“Don’t be shy,” he beckoned, “a lil’ suckle on this until Ben’s done, that’s all you gotta do.” The bulky man said, grinning down at her happily.
She had to force her eyes open once more, looking at his cock and inhaling his masculine musk. It didn’t take her more than a minute before her lips were wrapped around him, tongue glancing over his precum and gathering it into her mouth.
Lisa had as little experience with sucking a cock as she had with taking one in her pussy, but Terry shut his eyes and let loose a deep, satisfied groan nonetheless. Enjoying that soft suckling she gave him, the way her tongue moved about his crown and lavished the tip of his manhood.
