by J. L. Beck
There was no doubt about it. I was theirs.
As much as I was enjoying my worship, though, I wanted to give back. I reached for Logan's cock, and he brought it to me. I always loved how he shuddered a bit in my hand as I touched him, and how he leaned in to kiss me even as I was doing something as unromantic as jerking his cock. With these two, I would always be fully appreciated. All of me tended to. Most importantly, there would never be a dull moment.
They battled for my attention. Lips to lips, massages of my flesh, to sucking on my clit, and just giving me the absolute full-body experience in enjoying everything to the fullest. It wasn't long before my entire body was immersed in sensory bliss. Moaning for them, murmuring for them, gaining doubts on just how soundproof this fire station could really be. Everything was spreading through me, everything so damned strong. There was always passion in what they sought. They shared it with me. They wanted me to be screaming for them every day of the rest of my life.
I was doing just that. Calling out for Logan. For Joel. Urging them to keep licking. Desperately jerking Logan, trying to please as I was pleased.
I was only a girl, though. There was only so much I could take before I was a gibbering pile of orgasm.
The heat hit me, flaring through so blissfully, making me sing their names for them. God, was this my life now? If I was to bear their children, had I made it so they were mine for the rest of my life?
"What do you think, Joel? You think that loosened her up enough?"
Joel let me slide down until I was resting on the floor as he stood to meet his brother. "You can't seriously be thinking of doing that now."
"Why not?"
"For one thing, I don't think you have any lube."
Logan bent down and retrieved a tube from his pants.
Joel just shook his head in disbelief. "Do you carry a tube of lube everywhere you go?"
"Nah, I nicked this from the station."
That didn't calm Joel down. "Why does the station have ButtLube brand lube?"
Logan just laughed. "Dude, I needed to fix one of the hinges on the truck. The drugstore didn't have WD-40, so I had to improvise. The stuff works just as well on doors as it does for asses."
There it was. Out in the open.
He wanted to fuck my ass. I didn't even know what I thought of it. If the press for losing your virginity was bad, anal had it even worse.
Yet if it was with them, I realized I didn't have a whole lot to fear. They'd gone out of their way not to hurt me. They'd only done things that made me want more.
I suspected that fucking my ass at this rate was only going to make me want more of that.
That wasn't to say I wasn't intimidated. How could you look at Logan and not be?
Another glance was shared between the brothers. "You sure you want to go all the way with this, though?" Joel asked.
"I think she's ready. She's tough and hungry for whatever we can give her. She wants this; she just doesn't know it yet."
"You're talking about me," I said, interrupting, "like I'm not here. What are you two up to?"
More sinful glances exchanged between them. Joel just patted me on the head. "You'll see. You'll definitely see."
I hated them as much as I loved them sometimes.
Logan took me by the hand and helped me to my feet. "I'm not going to hurt you, Tate. I want to just open new doors for you, more things for you to enjoy to the fullest."
I nodded, willing to try anything once.
He brought me to a table, making due with what was around us. He kissed me one more time before bending me over it, running his hand down my spine. I still got goose bumps under every little bit of his touch.
Those deft fingers of his came to my pucker, tight and curious. He ran his finger around me, circling it. It felt so odd back there, yet I couldn't say I wasn't curious. Logan paused only for a moment, the subtle sound of a tube being squeezed following.
Cool, moist oil touched my skin, and I briefly shuddered from its touch. He spread it around my tight hole, spreading it. No penetration yet; he was just teasing me, getting me used to it.
When he finally did go in, though, I had to gasp again. It was this weird collision of unnatural yet not terrible. Purely curious.
No stopping. He kept prodding me, pushing the finger deeper in, aching for me and pushing me harder. I nibbled on my lip as he kept going, trying to figure out if I liked it or not. It felt like something that should have been so binary, and yet I was struggling with it so much.
Deeper still, he pushed that finger inside me, making me squirm against him. He didn't rush. He let me adapt. Slowly yet surely, I could feel my muscles back there go from trying to push him out to finally accepting him.
Another finger. Another tiny struggle back there. If I didn't want this, I could stop him. He would. Logan wasn't out to hurt me.
I did want this, though. I wanted to see where all of this would take me. These were simply fingers. I wanted him back there proper.
A little moan escaped my lips, and I looked back and up at Logan, nodding with enthusiasm.
"You sure?"
I kept nodding, quicker, as if I wasn't just sure, but I needed this.
"You got it, then."
I watched as he stroked his cock, slathering the oil all over himself, getting ready for me properly. Soon, his hot, throbbing cock was right outside my entrance, feeling far thicker than simply two fingers held together.
My cheeks separated as he pushed himself in, my hole spreading apart for him as he continued his way inward. It was like an immense tide rolling into me, as he pushed himself inside to the hilt.
If felt like my ass was being torn apart, this feeling so odd yet so unique all the same. I struggled to breathe as I began to cope with it, as the unnatural slowly became more and more natural.
Soon, it was becoming something that wasn't painful at all, something that just was. Like, bizarrely, he was always meant to be back there.
Logan took my hand into his, making me feel so small in comparison. I squeezed his fingers, again nodding toward him.
Slowly yet surely, he withdrew himself from me, only to push back in.
The shock ran through my body, the sensation searing me as the friction of my hole and his cock were clashing and doing something special.
Discomfort had given way to actual enjoyment, and it really did surprise me with how it was feeling back there. Everything felt so pushed together; maybe some pleasurable nerve was being triggered, I don't know. There was so much lube, there was no pain, and as I relaxed, no longer fearing it, it only became better.
More nodding his way, Logan took the initiative and started to fuck me back there perfectly. A steady pace, making sure he didn't hit me the wrong way, my moans being his conductor. My teeth chattered, and then I nibbled on my lip, and soon I was bracing myself on the table, trying to hold on.
"Should have made a bet. Knew she'd end up being a butt slut," Joel laughed, pacing around and watching his brother fuck my ass. He had stripped himself down, too, stroking himself, enjoying the show. "I'm going to have to take my turn sometime in the future, but for now I'm more than satisfied with the bliss of her pussy."
Logan kept fucking me. Even he was struggling with how my body was squeezing him back. "She's a vice grip back here, man," he said, his voice low and wispy from the pressure I was inflicting on him. "I don't know if I can keep this going. Think you're ready for more, Tate?"
My eyes went wide at the thought. "There's more than this? How can there be more than this?"
"Shall we?" Logan said, shooting his brother an oh-so-devious glare.
"Let's."
Now they were scaring me. I really was wondering what they were planning to do to me now, but as with everything with them, I decided I was going to be game.
I had to say I was surprised that, when still having his cock buried inside my ass, Logan scooped me up, picking me up off the table. I let go, no longer bracing myself, wondering j
ust what the hell was happening.
Logan held me high, my legs spread outward right toward Joel. Joel rubbed his chin. "You know just how I like my girls, dear brother."
I swallowed. Logan was still inside me. I had to repeat that in my mind. I still had a man's cock well buried into my ass.
Joel was approaching, his own member throbbing and ready for me.
Wait, they weren't going to...? They couldn't. That actually seemed insane.
Yet Joel was coming my way. His cock leveled right at my pussy lips, held at just the right height by his brother.
He chuckled at the fear in my face. Maybe he knew what I could take better than I did.
Feeling his rod poke through my lips, I gasped. I was so wet for him, I wouldn't ever need lube for them to take me there.
He gently caressed my poor nub as he pushed himself in, and I was suddenly filled by him–and Logan–at the exact same time.
My eyes went wide again at the utter shock and surprise of everything that was surrounding me. This was actually happening. I was being fucked by both of them at once. A cock lodged deep in my ass, and a cock lodged deep in my pussy.
It was so immense, so mighty, I truly felt as if I was going to be torn apart by both of them if they weren't careful. I held myself together, breathing steadily.
"You seem like you're more than ready to have your mind blown," Joel whispered into my ear. "You're quite the woman to be able to take both of us, Tate."
I nodded slowly, tears in my eyes just from being so overwhelmed by everything.
Just having them inside me was a feeling that I was really struggling to cope with. It wasn't going to be just that, though. No.
They were going to fuck me.
Logan slid himself out a bit, then brought himself back in. All while Joel did the same. Alternating.
I thought one or the other was immense, but I suddenly had something new worthy of that word. This was intense. Incredible. I felt as if I was being torn asunder, but in a good way.
Every little nerve down there must have been beautifully flaring up, and all my young body could do was scream out as they took me again and again.
The strange, wonderful sensation of Logan fucking my ass, the spiking bliss of Joel taking my pussy. My entire body was consumed by all of this, and the only thing I could possibly think of was this blissful feeling looming over me.
Higher and higher, I was being taken somewhere new. Dear God, there wasn't even a fraction of a second I wasn't being stimulated by their movements. I was crushed between them, Logan leaning against a wall, Joel leaning against me, all of us in utter bliss.
I saw what this was doing to them, too. I wasn't totally alone in reaping the blissful rewards of this. I knew what my pussy did to these guys. Now, though? Well, I was inhumanly tight. My ass, my pussy, they were crushing their cocks, squeezing them, demanding everything from them.
So full, I was screaming. I had to be loud enough that someone had heard me, but at that point, there was no possible way I could care about any of it. Let the world hear me sing the praises of Logan and Joel, the Pierce brothers and their amazing cocks.
I was hanging on for dear life. Fighting off the orgasm just a little longer. The prelude to that final climax was almost torturous. I wasn't going to last long like this, and I didn’t know how anyone could.
My eyes rolled back in my head, and I dragged my fingernails across Joel's back, my legs clasping around him. I didn't want this to stop. Not from either of them.
I felt as if I must have died for a moment, because there was no way anything on this earth could possibly feel as good as I felt at that moment. I soared toward heaven and relished every single microsecond of it.
The boys were right there with me.
Logan, buried deep within my ass, couldn't take any more of the sheer intensity and tightness my body was giving him. A rush of heat from him, a soothing, calming, almost welcoming invasion back there, strange yet welcomed all the same.
Joel, deep within the more traditional hole, my pussy traditionally milking him. Every bit of his seed, everything that was in his balls, it felt like the walls of my sex squeezed out of him. I felt blast after blast.
All of us were at our climax together. All of us relishing the bodies of one another. I never expected my dream of having the Pierce twins to come true.
I definitely never expected to enjoy it like this.
What felt like an eternity soon passed. I wanted it to be longer.
Yet for as long as it went, I hung on.
As much as I desired forever, nothing lasted that long.
Soon, Joel had to step away, his seed leaking out of me. It brought a small smile to my face that one of their seed had already taken hold, and this was just the cherry on top of everything else. I would relish my regular injections from both of them, regardless of my current fertility.
Logan gently set me down on a table, for lack of a better surface. I felt his cum leaking out of my ass, too. God, I felt like such a slut right then and there, two pools of two separate men's semen leaking out of me.
It was a good feeling.
The two of them laid down beside me. It wasn't the most comfortable of places, but as long as we were together, everything would be just fine.
Joel's arm draped over my breasts, Logan's over my ass. I was ready to fall asleep and dream such sweet dreams with them.
The world is a bit of an asshole, though.
A siren went off. A woman’s voice came on over the intercom. Something about a fire between Main and Prince Street.
"Fuck." Logan pushed himself up. "Fuck, couldn't just let me enjoy this?"
"Just be happy it didn't catch us in the act itself." Joel followed suit. He stood up and stretched.
I just smiled their way. "I'm not going anywhere. Go get that cat out of the tree or whatever this is."
"God, I came so hard my legs kinda ache," Joel said.
"Pansy. You’ll be fine," Logan fired back.
"She milked me something fierce, man. You know how tight she is when we do that?"
"I'll find out sometime soon, I'm sure."
I smiled their way as they rushed to get dressed. Time was of the essence for them. It really did make my time with them all the sweeter.
They were going on to dangerous things, but they would be fine.
Maybe the thoughts of me would pull them through.
I had faith in them.
The world wasn't cruel enough to take them from me. Not after it had given me the joys it had tonight.
I collapsed onto that table. They complained of sore legs, but my entire body was spent. I didn't care if anyone wandered in and gazed upon my naked, sweaty, cum-soaked body.
I was in heaven, and that's all that mattered.
EPILOGUE
ONE YEAR LATER
TATE
Peace.
It's really underrated, especially when you're a new parent.
Babies want a whole lot of attention, and of course, you want to give it to them. You don't want to fail them. You want to be the best parent possible, even if you're not old enough to legally drink yet.
Little Rich was snoring away. This meant I could get back to the cooking.
Jeremy was coming over in a few hours, and I was doing the early preparations for Mrs. Pierce's famous pizza. Apparently, it took letting some dough sit out, so I was preparing it first.
Yeah, Jeremy got over it.
He'd been stressed out relentlessly by his job. You add that to his protectiveness of me, it was easy to see. He had seen the twins use other girls as if they were toys, and this sort of jaded him, making him afraid that they would take my heart and stomp on it, too.
Then, though, he saw something that really destroyed such a notion.
I was pregnant, yet they were still there. They wanted to be a part of my life. They showed me affection. Lots of affection.
To the point I wondered if they had a bit of a preggo fetish, really.
For now, though, I was unable to fulfill that fantasy.
For now.
Who knew if I’d fulfill it again a few months, because a year and a few months in, we still hadn’t gotten around to using protection.
At this point, I didn’t think I could really live without my regular injections from them. It was such an important part of my life now.
The front door to our newly bought home opened, and my two men came through, fresh off a long shift.
"I'm not hearing crying. Where's the crying? Is the kid okay?" Logan joked as he came in and immediately rushed over to me, grabbing me by the hips.
"Yeah, he's out like a light for a change. So I got the dough started."
"You remember the yeast?" Joel said as he came my way, standing to my side and urging me to turn so he could embrace me, too.
I quickly obliged.
"Yes. We wait a few hours and you have your perfectly aged yeast, Joel."
"Good. Only the best for you...and the rest of my family, too, I guess."
Sure, we weren't technically married. We couldn't really decide how we wanted to manage that, given the law tended to frown on unions that exceeded two people.
Some tax benefits and a piece of paper, though, seemed so secondary to just enjoying what we had.
"What you're telling me, Tate," Joel began, "is that we have dinner prepared, the kid sleeping, and the house to ourselves for an hour or two?"
"More or less, yeah."
"Whelp, then I know what we're doing with those two hours."
A kiss on my lips, and then Logan sweeping me off my feet decided how we were about to spend our free time. My shirt was already being hiked up over my head, and feeling their hands all over my body was already making me giddy with anticipation.
These two couldn't get enough of me. This was my life now—endless lust, endless love, and everything in between.
I really wouldn't have it any other way.
The End
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