But things weren’t better at the manor. Brian’s house was gloomy, but there were people everywhere, and I couldn’t get away immediately. People milled about snacking on finger foods, approaching to offer their condolences non-stop, and I had to plaster a smile on my face just to look normal despite awareness of Brian and Jed elsewhere in the room.
Plus, it didn’t help that there were whispers, gossipmongers spreading hate even at Hannah’s funeral, disrespecting the dead. I could hardly believe it. Did they think I didn’t have eyes and ears? Did they think my mom was so out of it that we couldn’t sense what they were talking about? Because the whispers were vicious, along the lines of:
“Oh my god, the tennis pro right?” smirked one hushed voice. “The one with the oily hair and greasy bangs?”
“Yeah, it was crazy,” replied another. “At two a.m., in the nude too!”
And finally:
“Wasn’t there was more than one man’s fluids in her? Fluids, wink, wink. You know what I’m saying.”
In fact I did know, and I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t bear to hear the vicious gossip from Hannah’s so-called “friends” who spoke ill of her at her own funeral service. Who does that? These people were terrible, spreading rumors without caring where they were or who they hurt. So I fled upstairs and into a guest room, hurling myself inside to lean against the bed, panting. Oh god, oh god, how could they? How could these people be so cruel to a dead woman, how could they talk like that?
But as I turned to look in the mirror, I had to call out the hypocrisy of it all. Because looking at my flushed face, taking in the parted, swollen lips and slightly mussed hair, I knew I was the biggest hypocrite of all. I was in a relationship my brother-in-law and his law partner before Hannah had even been lowered into the earth, engaged in a dirty trio, doing whatever the men told me. Spread my legs? Oh yes. Hold myself open? Yes sir. Swallow our sperm? Please, please, please.
And even worse, I’d wanted Brian since god knows when, for ages, my teen body lusting after my sister’s husband, aching with need. So who was I to say anything? There was no leg to stand on, I was every bit as bad as the people downstairs, worse even, because I was the deceased’s sister. Not some no-name hanger-on, not some passing acquaintance. I was Hannah’s sister, someone related by blood, who should have been guarding her memory. But instead, I was soiling it beyond what was humanly possible, trampling it into the ground like a despicable ant.
So when the door creaked open, I turned, ready to scream at the intruder. And when I saw it was Brian and Jed, even better, the targets of my rage were here.
“We can’t!” I said furiously. “We can’t keep going like this.”
Jed’s face remained impassive, but my brother-in-law was empathetic. Of course, they knew exactly what I was talking about without any explanation.
“Shhh, honey, it’s okay,” Brian soothed. “You’re just worked up because of the events of the day.”
That only jacked me up further, turning me into a spitting hellcat.
“Right, it’s my sister’s funeral and look at us,” I said, gesturing furiously. “We’re engaged in an affair before her body’s even cold. How wrong is that? How fucked-up is that?” I don’t usually swear, but the emotion pouring from me was so intense, so loaded with feeling, that cuss words came spilling from my lips like water. “We’re so fucked!”
That drove Jed into action.
“Naw honey, you’re overreacting,” he said smoothly, shutting the door behind him. “You’re overreacting.”
“I’m overreacting!” I squealed. “How do we explain this?” I repeated furiously, gesturing to the three of us. “How do we explain what we’re doing?”
Jed shrugged.
“I have no fucking clue, but then again, I don’t care,” he ground out. “Why, does it matter to you?”
“Does it matter?” I sputtered. “Of course it matters! We can’t have the whole town knowing that the three of us are doing what we’re doing.”
“Why not?” the big man asked with an eyebrow raised. “What’s wrong with people knowing?”
“Because … because …” I gasped. This was so crazy. How could Jed not see the problems? Our complicated relationship, our ties to Hannah, our ties to one another, the fact that he and Brian were business partners, hell, the fact that they were two men who were into one another. Mostly that they were two men into one another. Because who would believe that two dominant, handsome alphas would be doing the dirty together? That they could actually fall in love, and feel something beyond normal “guy” interactions, beyond fantasy football and getting drunk?
But neither Jed nor Brian seemed very concerned at the moment.
“Actually honey, we haven’t gotten quite there yet,” said Brian smoothly, coming closer. “We haven’t gotten there.”
I looked at him stupefied.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said tightly. “I don’t see how what we’re doing could be more wrong. Have you lost your mind? This is Hannah’s funeral for crying out loud.”
The men shared a knowing glance before turning back towards me, those massive bodies hard, tense, the broad shoulders like twin towers on either side of my frame.
“Well baby,” said Jed. “Like Brian said, we’re not quite there. Meaning we’ve touched and licked you, but sweetheart, you haven’t taken us, not really. You’re still a virgin, don’t you remember?”
My eyes widened with shock, body suddenly going weak with realization and need. Because the men were dirtier than I thought. I’d begged for it so many times, begged them to put their stiff shafts into my wet cunt, but they’d always resisted, saying that the “time wasn’t right.” But this was our moment? Now? At Hannah’s wake, upstairs while mourners milled about below? No, it couldn’t be, it was too dirty, beyond my wildest dreams.
“No,” I breathed, my eyes going between the two men. “You can’t mean it. My mom’s just down the hall, crying her eyes out, and there are guests downstairs. Guests at Hannah’s funeral,” I said more forcefully this time. “We’re mourning my sister.”
The men looked at each other again.
“Now’s a good a time as any,” drawled Jed. “There’s a big bed, we have privacy, and I locked the door,” he said with a gleam in his eyes, body hard with need.
I sputtered again, but Brian interrupted me.
“What we’re saying honey, is that there’s no point in talking about Hannah anymore,” he said smoothly. “We’ve done our utmost to honor her, whether or not she deserved it, and now is the time for love. To take our minds off the tragedy, you’ve got to get right back into the saddle and focus on what you want. And we want you,” he said emphatically, those piercing blue eyes seizing my heart. “Jed and I have decided that we want you, thoroughly and completely. Seize the day, baby girl. It’s here, and there’s no point in saying no.”
Internally, I melted. Because it was wrong, it was so, so wrong given the circumstances. Taking my virginity at my sister’s wake? Giving up my innocence to the deceased’s husband, losing it to his law partner, hell, letting the waves of lust overwhelm us on this sacred day? But the thing is, I could see their point of view. What’s done was done, and there was a sense of celebration ahead for the unknown, for what could be. And truth be told, I wanted it too. I wanted to explore, I’d been waiting for it these past couple weeks as I dallied with the men, as I let them touch me everywhere, kiss me everywhere, lick and lap at my most sacred spaces. This was the culmination of our love, and I craved it, every bit as much as the two men.
So I gave into my deepest heart, and threw myself off the cliff into the wide unknown.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Yes, take me, Brian and Jed. I want it, please Daddies.”
The gleam in their eyes was all I needed because it made me run hot inside, pussy going soft and wet at once. The big day was here, and even though it’d come unexpectedly under the most illicit of circumstances, I wanted it. These two men own
ed me, and I was theirs one hundred percent.
So taking control of the situation, I looked from one to the other, licking my lips, desperate for a taste.
“Daddies, you want me?” I panted, reaching in back of myself. “You want me, really?”
And with that, I undid the zip of my funeral dress. It was a modest thing with a high neckline and long sleeves, reaching down to my knees, designed to show respect and remembrance of the dead. But putting it on after our interlude at the office, I’d given Hannah my own fuck you. Because I’d slipped it on without any undergarments. That’s right, the lacy lingerie I’d worn that morning was long since disappeared, and as the fabric slipped from my shoulders, my utter creaminess came into view, big boobs heaving, nipples poking out with arousal.
“You like Daddies?” I mewled, eyes hot on the men, cupping my tits. “You like?”
Both Jed and Brian growled then, sinking to their knees in front of me like two supplicants worshipping their goddess.
“We more than like,” rumbled Jed hotly, eyes never leaving one big tit. “We love.”
And with that, the men descended on my boobs, one on each nip, suckling hard like they were the best candy ever.
“Ooooh,” I moaned throatily, throwing my head back as my pussy seeped. “Oooh!” The sensations were incredible, hot jolts of lust running straight from my nipples to my cunt and I jerked involuntarily, hips quaking. God, if they could do this to me just by massaging my white flesh, what would it feel like to have cock in my pussy? Deep, hard, owning me? What would it feel like to have two cocks in my pussy? Oh god, the thought made me juice even more, a veritable river running between my legs.
And like they could read my mind, the men pulled the rest of my dress off, not even lifting their heads as the fabric disappeared.
“Mm, went without, huh baby?” growled Brian, shooting a glance at my naked pussy, the folds gleaming. “Only dirty girls go without panties.”
I mewled, about to protest and explain myself, but Jed interrupted.
“Fuck yeah, during the funeral that little twat was wet. I could smell it from where I stood, it practically knocked me out, it was so sweet and creamy.”
I purred then because could it be true? Jed and Brian had been on the other side of the grave, those big forms looming and massive as we stared at the casket. Had my cunt aroma been so powerful, so alluring to the men that they’d sniffed it across the open air, my musk drifting on the winds to them? Were they so attuned to the deep longing in my pussy that even a whiff was enough to drive them to delirium?
But I caught myself then because holy shit, these thoughts were so wrong. Everything was so wrong. We were talking about sniffing my pussy while my sister’s casket was being lowered in the ground, the thoughts in our head X-rated and so nasty while the minister’s voice droned. How could this be happening? Since when did I go from good girl to bad? Or not just bad but in the gutter, rolling around and loving it?
But the time for questions had passed because I was juicing wildly now, rivulets running from my thighs, I needed these men so badly. I needed cock deep, making me scream, owning my core, and if it was going to be here, at my sister’s wake, then so be it. So parting my thighs slightly, I reached a hand between my legs and slowly pulled my labia apart, like a curtain lifting to show the treasure beneath.
“See?” I murmured throatily. “See big guys? That’s how much I want you.”
Because my clit was at full attention. I have a normal-sized nub, just a small thing buried deep in the folds of my twat. But when I get aroused, my clit goes wild. It’s gets stiff as a board, growing to about two inches and at this moment, it waved at the men, huge and throbbing, pulsing with need.
“Please,” I whispered again, lifting my labia even more to show off my wet pussy. “Please Daddies.”
And like ravenous men, they were on it. Brian and Jed sank to their knees in front of me, taking turns licking my steaming twat.
“Unnnh,” groaned Jed as he tongued my clit. “Oh fuck you taste good.”
Brian didn’t even answer because he was poised between my legs, tonguing my sweet hole, pushing that slick muscle in.
“Oh yeah,” he grunted. “This is ours baby, absolutely ours.”
And I shivered then because he’d just licked my hymen once more, the delicious reminder that I was innocent and pure. But I didn’t want it anymore, I wanted that thing gone, I wanted it completely destroyed, ripped apart and burst by the only two cocks that could make me happy. I wanted Brian and Jed deep, both of them, breaking through the innocence, taking what rightfully belonged to them.
So I pulled my labia even wider, this time tilting my hips up to give them a full view of my insides.
“Look at it Daddies,” I panted, spreading my pussy wetly so that there was direct sight line into my sweet snatch. “Look at it because this is the last time it’s gonna be there.”
And both men sat back on their haunches then, faces hungry, dark slashes across their cheekbones. Shit, they’d both popped their flies and two hard, hot hungry cocks were on display, huge with vigorous, pulsing veins. But instead of being afraid, I wanted it, my pussy gushing all the more. I needed it, it was time and there was no more waiting. I needed hot, stiff shaft and my men were ready to do the honors.
But Jed and Brian are experienced at this kind of thing. They’ve taken dozens of girls, probably even hundreds between them, and they know a virgin pussy can’t handle hot cock unless it’s prepped and lubed properly. So with gleaming smiles, both men looked up at me.
“Baby you’re beautiful,” rasped Jed. “Absolutely fucking amazing.”
Brian nodded his agreement.
“This sweet twat is exactly what we need,” he ground out. “Exactly. But sweetheart, it’s gonna be hard. You’ve got two hot dicks to handle, that pussy’s gonna be sore and aching unless we get you ready.”
I melted slightly, breasts heaving as my cunt juiced even more.
“But I’m ready,” I protested breathily. “Look how ready I am.” And at that moment, a sweet, slick rivulet escaped my hole, glossing up my pink parts, getting ready for showdown. The men watched, mesmerized, licking their lips slightly, dicks jerking. But they looked me up and down, shaking their heads.
“That’s it exactly baby,” rumbled Brian. “Your mind and body are ready, but with two, you’ve gotta be more than ready, you’ve gotta be rarin’ to go, ready to get stuffed.”
I mewled then.
“But I do want to be stuffed,” I protested, pulling my labia even wider, showing them more acreage, the pink pulsing and dying to be caressed by dick. “I am ready!”
Both men looked couldn’t breathe for a moment, transfixed by the sight of my hungry hole, winking and blinking at them. But with a groan, Jed got up, his eyes never leaving my nude, nubile form.
“Naw baby girl,” he drawled. “What Brian means is that you’ve gotta be so turned out, that pussy’s gotta be so wet that when it is taken by dick, you don’t feel pain. And the best way to do that is to give you something to suck on, to distract you as the dirty goes in.”
I huffed, looking at him with wide eyes.
“I don’t want to be distracted,” I murmured, rubbing a nipple with my fingers while caressing between my legs. “I want to feel everything, every single inch of you.”
Jed grunted harshly then, stripping off his clothes, making my mouth go dry. God, he was so beautiful with all that golden skin, the tanned, toned abs with a sprinkling of hair. But what I loved most was the glistening arrow of blonde, the light marker down his belly that pointed straight to his shaft. Because at the moment, that stiff fuckrod was directed right at me, tip dripping, and my mouth literally filled with saliva, I was so hungry.
Reading my mind, the big man gestured.
“That’s right baby girl,” he growled. “Up on the bed,” he indicated, patting the coverlet with a massive hand. “Daddy has a treat for you.”
And like a hungry slut, I was at i
t. I scrambled onto the huge mattress, curves flying, boobs jiggling this way and that as I shook my hips.
“What?” I panted. “Where, how?”
Jed threw his head back and laughed.
“Hungry little cocksucker aren’t you? But don’t worry baby, Daddy’s got enough. Come on, put your mouth on this,” he indicated his thick shaft. And even though I’m a virgin, I was on it in an instant. Because I’ve done this before. I’ve drunk their sperm so many times now that I know exactly how to give a sweet round of oral, and without even thinking, my jaw loosened. That’s right, both Jed and Brian are so big and stiff that it takes super-powers to suck them dry, and after a couple weeks practice, I’ve got it down.
So breathing in deeply, I let my mouth go loose and put my lips on the rubbery head.
“Mmm,” I moaned deeply, eyes drifting shut with ecstasy. A bit of pre-cum spurted into me then and I grunted with delight, the sweet, salty mixture spilling across my tongue. “Mmmph,” I moaned again, his sperm the ultimate aphrodisiac.
But guys don’t just want their glans in your mouth, they want the entire snake deep in your throat. And lucky me, but I’ve got little gag reflex, so I opened my jaws wide again and began to suck. Oh god, he was so big, so tasty and I pulled as strongly as I could, cheeks hollowing, willing the monster to go down.
“Mmmph!” I mumbled again, choking a little, breathing deeply through my nose. “Mmmph, mmph!”
Jed groaned deep in his chest, eyes fixated on my sweet pout as it sucked his shaft down.
“That’s right baby girl,” he ground out. “Remember, eyes up, give me those eyes as you suck.”
And obediently, I lifted my gaze so that our eyes locked, the contact electric. This is what I mean by Jed and Brian knowing exactly what they’re doing. It’s hot to see a girl, nude, kneeling below you, boobies bouncing as she sucks your fuckshaft. But it’s even hotter if the girl looks up at you while doing it, like drinking your cum and gulping your dick are the best things on earth, what makes her happiest in life.
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