“You like, hmmm?” I rumbled into her ear. And all I got was a delighted purr, her knee lifting higher still, inviting me inside to caress, to stroke, to fuck that pretty kitty.
My bro, meanwhile, had moved so that he was now licking her nipples, savoring that candy like it was the sweetest stuff on earth.
“Fuuuck,” he growled between laps, his big hands squeezing and massaging her ass, running all over her hips and waist. “Spear her,” he commanded.
And without hesitation I pushed two fingers into that hot cunt, letting the pink flesh devour me, the walls squeezing me tight, sucking me in like a hungry anaconda.
“Ohhh,” moaned the girl, her head thrown back, eyes closed, lips slightly parted. “Ohhh.”
“You like baby?” I ground out into her ear. Because my thumb was on her clit now, rubbing the little nub as I continued the pound, massaging her internal channel, the nectar so copious that it was a sugar candy coat, smearing on her thighs, dripping to my elbow, delicious squelching sounds ringing in my ears as her pinkness pulsed around my digits.
And without losing a beat, I worked a third finger in, her kitty taking it all, sucking it up hungrily, loosening for what was to come. I could tell the girl was close, judging from her breathy gasps, the low moans, and occasional pussy twitches. Then with a shiver, a sigh, and a massive shake, Tina came. Her snatch spasmed and clenched down on my hand like a powerful vise, squeezing my digits, gripping and ungripping as electric jolts ran through her body, all of it emanating from the pleasure point I was working with my thumb.
“That’s right,” I growled in her ear. “Give it up for Daddy, work it, work it.”
And with a few final jolts and shrieks, the girl finished her pleasure, her cunny soaked, breasts heaving even as my bro continued to suckle, enjoying the delectable feast.
“Oh god,” the brunette moaned, eyes closed, her breathing fast. “Oh god, oh god.”
“Oh god is right,” rumbled Kato smoothly, moving up to her mouth to reclaim her lips. “Because we just got you lubed up baby. You haven’t even had the main course yet.”
And Tina’s eyes flipped open then, staring at us, her face coloring, mouth opening in shock. Had this only been the appetizer, a tease before the main event? Oh yeah, because Kato and I had our dongs ready now, hard and stiff, waving in the night air, tips dripping with pleasure, and the brunette gasped. We’re fifteen inches each, yeah that’s thirty inches of pure pleasure, and not all women can handle it. Oh hell no, a lot of women just take the tip in, kissing our glans with their pussy lips, maybe getting a couple inches inside before stopping, the stretching unbearable, their little cavity maxed out.
So Tina’s shocked reaction wasn’t new to us. We’ve been there, done that, and the finger fuck coupled with the orgasm was all part of the plan … to relax before the dirty thirty.
“You like?” I murmured in her ear, while still stroking her soft pussy lips, tickling them, massaging that puffy labia. “You wanna try?”
And the girl didn’t even answer at first, her eyes never leaving our stiff masts.
“I … I don’t know if I can,” she said weakly. “You’re so …”
“So huge?” interjected my bro helpfully, tweaking a nipple to make her gasp.
“Yes,” she replied, her breasts heaving as I increased the pressure on her clit down below, getting that cunny revved up again. “I just don’t know, you might be too big,” she whispered.
And those words were like music to our ears. Because what guy doesn’t love hearing that his fuckpole might be too massive for a little girl’s snatch, that her pussy might overflow with our hot meat?
“Besides,” Tina added innocently, “there’s two of you. How will that work?” she asked, turning big eyes to us. But the answer was immediately obvious because I’d gone from stroking her cunny to touching that little flower in her behind. Oh yeah, I was caressing her anus, fingering the tight pleats, testing the dry heat in back and I could already tell from the sensitive clench, her indrawn gasp, that this girl was a winner.
“Honey, it’ll be amazing,” I soothed. “Just try okay?”
And by now, the girl’s eyes were closed again, her breathing coming fast and hard with the ass play. I’d pushed the tip of my index into her butthole and the heat was incredible. She was tight, her sphincter muscles resistant, and it promised to be an incredible fuck up that tight channel.
But she opened her eyes momentarily, looking deep into ours, and gave a soft nod.
“I’ve never done it before,” she breathed. “But let’s try.”
That was all we needed, my bro kissing her deeply, sucking on those plush lips while I stood behind her, squeezing her breasts, stroking and pulling at her nips. Kato lifted a knee so that her snatch was exposed, and placed his penis head at her entry. A drop of cream glimmered at the opening of her hole, smearing against his glans, lubing the way.
“Get ready baby,” he murmured into her mouth. “Here comes fifteen.”
And with that, he fucked his hips forward, running that rod into her sweet depths.
“Aieee!” Tina shrieked, throwing her head back, brown curls trailing down her back in a beautiful mass. “Aieee!”
The sight was fucking amazing. Her pussy lips were stretched so tight around Kato’s cockhead that they were like thin rubber bands, hugging a massive shaft already glistening with her juices. A giant vein in my bro’s cock pulsed, indicating his pleasure, the intense feel of getting squeezed by grade A womanflesh.
The only thing was that Kato was probably only five inches in … with ten to go. My bro murmured in the brunette’s ear before taking her mouth once again, tracing his tongue over the seam of her lips.
“Hold still baby,” he commanded, and with that, shoved his hips forward again.
This time, Tina was literally lifted into the air, the donkey dong so fucking huge that she lost her footing for a moment before letting out a long, low moan and sinking back down, Kato’s dick embedded to the hilt now, balls deep and good to go.
“Ohhhh fuck,” she moaned, tossing her head, “oh god … you’re so big!”
And we only grinned, our cocks juicing up even more. Without missing a beat, Kato began working it, swinging his hips back and forth, slowly at first, but then more vigorously, punishing that cunny, pounding it with wet slapping sounds, delectable and tasty.
“Oh yeah,” Tina sighed as her hands clutched his biceps. “Oh yeah, give it to me, oh yeah.”
But I hadn’t had my fun yet. All this time, I’d been rubbing her anus, teasing the little pucker with my fingers, warming it up as my brother worked her vag. But I wanted my share and as if reading my mind, my twin paused momentarily, pulling the girl close to him so that her ass cheeks opened up, baring that brown hole.
“Mmm, beautiful,” I remarked, stepping back for a moment, ravenously watching as her dark star winked, clenching and unclenching involuntarily.
“Oh god,” panted Tina, her tits heaving against my bro’s chest, her pussy stuffed full with his dick as she twisted slightly in his arms to look back at me. “More?”
“Yeah more,” I growled, holding her ass cheeks open. Lining my boner up to that tiny hole, I pushed once, then twice, then three times, her back end resisting me, those white orbs jouncing and bouncing as I thrust.
“Aiee! Aiee!” the girl yelped, high-pitched and breathless as her rear was attacked. Because yeah, we were going at her double, twice as nice, the DP hot and steamy, and that meant her butt was giving it up sooner or later, come hell or high water.
But the girl was young and elastic, and things happened faster than usual. Tina arched her back, throwing her head back, eyes closed as if in concentration and moaned, a loud, low guttural sound deep in her throat.
“Ahhhh,” she grunted, thrusting her hips back while pressing her boobs against my bro’s chest, and with a little pop, my dick slipped up that back passage, her sphincter giving it up, worming into her ass, her anus violated, pulled, twis
ted, and penetrated.
“Ahhhh,” the brunette grunted again once we were both buried deep, balls to the wall and ready to fire. My bro and I ran our dicks into her, one-two, one-two, in-out, in-out, in a syncopated rhythm, slowly at first but as the girl loosened, her cunny juicing, we picked up the pace.
“Oh … yeah …,” ground out Kato between thrusts, “her cunt’s even tighter with your dick inside.”
“Fuuuuck,” I growled in reply, pushing into her ass cavern, savoring the slide. “Fuck.”
And after a couple minutes of delicious grinding, the pound hard, hot and heavy, flesh slapping in the most obscene way, the three of us came, Tina creaming like a volcano, her pussy clenching and spasming uncontrollably on our cocks, so hard, so violently, that it almost pushed our dicks out. But it was too late because my bro and I were shooting as well, spewing our jism, releasing man milk into her sweet, tight body, the insides of her pussy and ass sprayed with the finest white this side of the Mediterranean.
And after it was over, the girl collapsed into our arms, her curvy, sweet body sweaty and delectable, thoroughly fucked and sated.
“You like?” I rumbled in her ear, one hand lightly skimming over her tummy. It wasn’t flat, but rather gently rounded, the curve beautiful and fleshy.
“Oh yeah,” she sighed, stretching a bit between us, shivering because we were still embedded deep in her body. “Oh yeah.”
And that was our introduction to the beautiful Lady Christina Sterling, heiress to an ancient fortune, scion of the powerful Sterling family, daughter of Lord and Lady Sterling who happened to own half of Andorra City. That’s right. Kato and Karl Smith, blue collar merchant marines without a penny to our names had just one-and-done one of the most eligible women in Europe.
CHAPTER THREE
Christina
“So how’d it go?” asked Maggie crossly.
I could tell from my friend’s body language that she didn’t really want to know. She was morbidly curious and didn’t really want to hear about my night with Karl and Kato, or if she did, she was hoping it’d sucked.
So I fibbed and pretended like I hadn’t been completely blown away, my body humming with energy, my cunny and ass sore and aching from the deep drill I’d gotten, a little moisture still seeping from my secret space.
“Um, it was okay,” I hedged. “The twins were nice.”
“Nice, how so?” asked Maggie, her arms crossed over her chest. She was still looking at me accusingly, so I tried to defuse the situation.
“Well, you know,” I said lamely. “We didn’t do much, just talked a little outside.”
My friend snorted. “Talk?” she asked disbelievingly. “Those guys aren’t talkers, they’re into action.”
And that was true, but Mags didn’t need to know just how accurate her words were.
“Okay,” I confessed. “We kissed, maybe petted a little, but it didn’t go very far. I mean, Mags, it’s not like I’m on birth control or anything, and the guys weren’t packing condoms either.”
Maggie nodded then. That satisfied her because she knew I was militant about stuff like that … except I hadn’t been last night. Oh shit, oh shit. What can I say? It’d all happened so fast, and Karl and Kato were the hottest men I’d ever laid eyes on. I’d been desperate to do them and when opportunity presents itself … well, it was too late now. All I can say is that I took Plan B this morning, thank god that stuff is over-the-counter.
But Mags was placated somewhat.
“Did you get their numbers?” she asked, yawning a little. It was early and we were both at the airport with our suitcases. Yep, it was time to leave for finishing school, mine in St. Venetia, hers in France.
I laughed.
“Mags, those guys are sailors. I don’t think they have cell phones out on the high seas,” I said gently.
“Well maybe you could call them on satellite or something,” she yawned again, looking around the airport. “Who knows? A lot of fancy yachts have satellite phones these days, for emergencies at least.”
That was true, but I didn’t think the U.S. Navy was going to let Karl and Kato take calls from me as an emergency.
“Nah, we didn’t exchange any information,” I said casually. “We just left it.” I thought back to our good-bye and began flushing, remembering how Kato and Karl had stroked me, petted me, spanked me on the ass before tucking in their dicks and helping me into my outfit once more. I’d wobbled off, breathing heavily still, hopping into a cab while my head whirled, my body loose and jiggly, completely sated.
But Maggie had already moved on.
“I met a guy too, he was really cute,” she smirked, giggling a little. “Name is Charlie, he was so ripped, says he does amateur body building contests.”
I sighed. No man could compare to the twins, not even close. Especially not a body-builder type, those blown-up muscles, their physiques amped on steroids and tanning cream. But I pretended to be titillated.
“Oh my god, really?” I asked in a hushed voice. “Did you feel it? Did you feel his muscles?”
“I did more than that,” my friend confided. “I felt him down there, you know, like way down there.”
That got my attention. “A hand job?” I giggled.
“Yeah,” Maggie confirmed, licking her lips lasciviously. “I pushed and pulled until he came, and Tina, there was so much cum afterwards, rope after rope, all over my hand, the floor, it was so sticky and hot.”
Eeeew! Steroid-laced man cream sounded bad to me, although I was no one to talk. I’d done a thousand times worse with the twins last night, taking them up my bottom and cunny, but that was by the by now, and it was good that Maggie no longer seemed mad, she’d gotten over the whole twin thing thanks to this dude Charlie.
“I guess we did well on our last night home, huh?” I said lightly, standing and grabbing my suitcase handle. “We did good our last time together. Besties forever!” I said, holding up a hand for a high five.
And my friend smacked my hand even as the airline called my flight, announcing that it was time to board. It was time for reals to say goodbye to my best friend, the girl I’d seen almost every day since I was four years old.
“Bye Tina,” said Mags mischievously. “Hope your finishing school in St. Venetia is fun.”
Oh yeah. I rolled my eyes and retorted, “Hope your finishing school in France is ten times more fun.”
And at that Maggie laughed. “They’re going to have us locked up in chains, pert and pretty for the guys to inspect. God, it’s gonna suck,” she groaned, rolling her eyes.
And I nodded, but now it was really time to board.
“Bye honey,” I said, air-kissing her cheek one last time. “Stay in touch!” And I dragged my rollerboard over to the check-in counter, the lady taking my boarding pass and gesturing to the gate.
“Thank you, Ms. Sterling, this way,” she said.
I turned towards the jet bridge, letting the cold air-conditioning blow on me, gripping my suitcase firmly in hand before striding forward purposefully. Because it was going to suck at finishing school, Mags was right, it was going to be so boring, learning etiquette and doing dumb stuff like riding horses.
But at least I wouldn’t be living at home anymore, the world was my oyster now. So I was looking forward to it, kind of, sort of … with a delicious secret that was all my own.
CHAPTER FOUR
Kato
“You think she’ll remember us?” I asked as we stuffed our duffel bags full. It was time to head back to the USS Tompkins, shore leave was over. It’d been the best R&R ever. After all, it’s not every day that the hottest piece of ass you’ve ever had blows into your life.
“Oh yeah,” grunted my bro, “she’ll remember. Everyone always remembers us.”
That was true. The likelihood of Tina forgetting that she’d been done two ways, with two men in both her holes was pretty slim. But then again, the brunette had been curiously nonchalant when we said our goodbyes.
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sp; “Bye Karl, bye Kato,” she’d purred after we’d helped her back into that leather get-up. Her hair was adorably mussed, and in the grey light of early morning, god, she was so young and nubile.
But sassy too. The girl pecked us each on the cheek before turning to the Uber she’d called, wiggling her ass flirtatiously before looking over her shoulder. “Au revoir, mes amis,” she said, before blowing us a kiss one last time.
Now my French sucks, but doesn’t mes amis mean “my friends”? She’d called us her friends? The two men who’d just come hard in her ass and cunny, and that’s all we were? My brother looked at me, just as dumbfounded.
“Girls,” he said shrugging. “Who knows?”
Because Tina hadn’t asked us for any contact info, nor had we asked her for hers. I guess this really was a fly-by-night encounter, she clearly had no intention of keeping in touch. And I didn’t blame her. Sailors aren’t exactly known for their fidelity, and hell, as far as she knew maybe we kept a girl in every port.
But still, the brunette hadn’t even asked. I shrugged and turned back to packing, stuffing my bag full before heaving it over my shoulder.
“You got that junk we picked up?” I asked my twin.
And Karl merely grunted in assurance, not even turning to look at me. Our next port city was Tripoli, and after that, Cairo. Not exactly the safest places these days, but they don’t pay us good money to be on a luxury cruise. The Navy these days is fucking dangerous, even as a merchant marine. The U.S. government might call you to back-up some warrior class destroyer on a moment’s notice, and fuck, we were dangerously close to Syria and the mess going on in Sudan. It wouldn’t be the first time my twin and I sailed into some seriously messed-up shit.
But I shrugged. This was our life. It was light years different from Kansas and the farm we’d grown up on, but we didn’t have a traditional small-town upbringing either. Our mom had kept us hidden from the world, isolated almost, choosing to home-school us, part of her conviction that the local public school was no good academically. And it’d worked out perfectly because as a flight attendant she only worked a week per month, so there was plenty of time to oversee our education.
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