Big Bad Daddies

by J. L. Beck

  I started with a kiss to the end of his cock, tasting his flesh for the first time. I never understood how a girl could actually like doing something like this. Sucking on someone's flesh just seemed...odd at best, and disgusting at worst.

  Seeing what the simplest of things were doing to Logan, though, I gained a whole lot of understanding about human sexuality with a simple gesture.

  There was a definite thrill in pleasing them just as they pleased me, the desire to reciprocate, to become one lust-fueled lump of flesh with one another...or among all three of us.

  I pulled him deeper into my lips, trying my hardest to give him the proper care and attention. Every so often, I would moan around him, courtesy of his brother. I wasn't going to be of very much use for long, and luckily, the twins seemed to understand that.

  Logan held my head gently as he started to fuck my face, letting me relax into being used as a sex toy and as a meal all at the same time.

  How did the girls in those movies on the internet I definitely do not watch do it? Manage to be taken by two guys like this? It was all rushing at me. It was too much. My heart was pounding, and I was quickly singing Joel's praises, and I was going to be screaming them all too soon.

  "Goddamn," Logan muttered, my lips apparently as blissful as his brothers were on my own sex.

  My thoughts echoed his words. The tide inside of me was rising, and it would soon consume me. It was a matter of moments and not anything more.

  It was almost too sudden the way it tore through me. I could feel my eyes roll into the back of my head, my vision blurry, my screams muffled by Logan's cock.

  My predicament was amusing for them.

  "Fuck, she's even sexier like that," Joel said, finally relenting on his licks of my most sensitive of parts.

  Logan pulled himself from me, too. "I gotta have her proper. I didn't wait all this time for a blowjob. I have to be able to fuck her."

  I swallowed. Fuck me. It felt like a whole new line to cross, as if what we'd done so far was nothing in comparison. Something that was undeniably sex in every definition.

  So daunting, yet I wanted it so much.

  "Who gets to go first?" Joel asked, taking off his shirt and revealing a body just as sculpted as his brother’s. His had a little bit of chest hair there. It wasn't a forest or anything, but it was a handsome little bit of fur. I couldn't wait to run a hand down it.

  "Rock, Paper, Scissors again?"

  I had to laugh. They were again determining this with a childish game. The game of Rock, Paper, Scissors that was going to determine who claimed my virginity.

  This time there were no ties. Logan won immediately, rock smashing scissors.

  "I win the V-card, bro," he said, as casually as if he were declaring he won the last slice of pizza.

  "Damn, sloppy seconds for me."

  "Oh, I know you love that. Your favorite is when it's really sloppy. I'll make sure it's perfect for you." Logan shot a twisted grin at his brother.

  Joel was not amused. "Fuck you, Logan."

  "Wait your turn."

  I looked up their way, and soon, Logan was looming over me. He pressed his body against mine, our lips meeting, him not caring that my lips were wrapped around his cock mere moments ago.

  His cock weighed heavily on the outside of my pussy. He looked into my eyes and spoke so softly, an incredibly stark contrast compared to how he had talked to his brother. "You're so fucking beautiful. Can't believe that I'm going to get to be the first."

  I swallowed, both fear and anticipation strong within me. How would it feel to have him?

  Soon, Logan's cock was spreading my pussy lips, slowly yet so very surely beginning to invade my sex.

  I was already quaking from that, a slight moan escaping my lips. He pushed himself deeper, though. Harder. All the way through me.

  The slightest sting and nothing.

  "You like that don't you? You want me so much your body opened itself to me in every way." He grinned, but all I could do was nod in return. I was completely on board with avoiding a terrible first time.

  Having him inside me, God, it was so immense. I was surprised how good their fingers felt, how good their tongues felt, yet a good, solid cock inside of me was definitely seeming to top it all.

  Logan didn't rush me. He let my body adapt to the invader, get used to his girth. Even after that, he didn't jump right into fucking me like a madman. He took it slow, steady, driven.

  Given what I knew about him, it was kinda a surprise that he was capable of such tenderness, but I shouldn't have been. I trusted them, after all. This was why I was spreading my legs for him, for his brother...and having them both as my first true sexual experience.

  Logan gave me a simple little kiss on the lips, and then started to fuck me proper. It was like a powerful tide rolling in and out of me, coming at me stronger and fiercer with every penetration. He held me so closely, seemingly coming at me from a wonderful blend of love and lust. I wrapped my arm around him, and now more confident in myself than ever before, I began to fuck him right back, bucking into him, urging him to come at me harder, come at me deeper.

  I was only moments removed from being a virgin, and I was more than ready to delve even deeper into being a proper slut.

  All while his brother fucked me, Joel looked on, letting me enjoy this to the fullest. He stroked himself, his cock throbbing hard from tasting me, from watching me. I knew that I would soon experience him, too, and I had little doubt it wouldn't be anything less than as blissful as Logan was.

  Harder. Faster, we bucked into one another. It was basic missionary sex, yes, but if the most vanilla of sex felt like this, vanilla was suddenly my favorite flavor.

  I knew that would likely change before the day was out, as well as I knew these two.

  Logan was relentless, coming at me like a machine. A finger on my clit, rubbing me with every thrust. It wasn't going to be long until I was a ludicrous mess of bliss by his hand.

  Too much too fast, my nails ran down his back. I kept trying to do my part, but he wasn't going to stop, and I didn't have the intensity to keep it up. Soon he was bucking into me, my legs wrapped around him. It was coming.

  I was coming.

  The heat seared through my body. It was greater than even his brother eating me out. I could barely hear myself call out in bliss.

  Yet he was right there with me. Thrusting into me. Pushing himself deeper. Even in the throes of passion, I could feel every subtle movement between us.

  The littlest of pulses in his cock. His balls trembling as they slapped against me. The rush that was going through them.

  Finally, the heat that escaped. It rushed into me, with all of its glory. It was soothing on top of the intensity of everything else.

  It filled me. It lingered. It was literally the cream on top of something that was already so fantastic.

  "Fuck. You're worth risking everything for, babe," Logan managed to whisper into my ear.

  "You done?" Joel intervened, still stroking his hardness. "I don't want to break up your embrace, but just watching this has given me the worst case of blue balls."

  "I wouldn't want my dear brother to suffer." With some effort, Logan managed to withdraw from me.

  Me? I was a panting mess from one of them, and I still had one hard, throbbing cock that I had to take care of. It was daunting, but with how great the first time felt, I was sure I could find the energy for a second.

  I pulled myself up. I struggled, my limbs weak from bliss. I could feel Logan's seed start to leak out of me.

  For a moment, I thought of the implications of that.

  No, I wouldn't let anything ruin this moment. I wanted more. I had to have more. The two men who I’d dreamed of for years wanted me, and I wanted to be everything they wanted in return. I was going to be their slut, putting all my energy not into worrying, but into pleasing them the best that I could.

  Crawling onto the back of the seat, I offered myself to Joel. "Take me, jus
t like your brother did. You said I'm both of your long-time crushes, too, huh?"

  They shared a look at one another, with Joel raising an eyebrow toward his brother.

  I didn't need to ask him twice, though. He was quick to take me, his warm, powerful arms right behind me, that fur on his chest rubbing against my back. He was going to take my pussy from behind me, and I felt the throbbing head of his cock lingering right outside of my slit.

  My lips parted for him so easily, and it was sloppy seconds. There was already more than enough lubrication back there, with how wet his brother had already made me, and along with the warmth he had deposited there.

  He didn't need to take it easy on me. He picked up the pace there and built it swiftly and with dedication. It wasn't long before the steady sound of his balls slapping against me were echoing rhythmically through the apartment.

  The spikes of delight were quickly returning, too. I was surprised how much my body yearned for more of this, the adrenaline pushing me further when I should have passed out long ago. I gripped the edge of the sofa, and Joel gripped my hips, and we embraced the need for one another.

  Lightning was shooting through me, and it only grew stronger by the moment. I was free to sing out my delights for him.

  Even as this happened, Logan was watching. He brought his cum-covered cock toward me on the other side of the sofa and offered it to me. I greedily took it and cleaned him off completely, savoring the sinful flavor that came with all of this, licking my lips even when he was completely clean of the mess we had made together.

  He knew, though, that I had to let it out. I couldn't be silenced from enjoying his brother’s cock, him plowing himself deeper inside of me. My body was already so sensitive from two orgasms, and I was already looking for another.

  Rocking through my body, I was ready to scream out. I fought it, if only for a bit.

  It was then that the brothers unleashed what I would learn was their secret weapon on me.

  Rubbing my nub, even through all the chaos that was our tryst. It was enough to make the good great, and the great... well, something better than great.

  I screamed out for him, so loud that I was briefly worried about arising suspicion from neighbors but quickly realized I was enjoying it far too much to care.

  Much like his brother, I was feeling all of him. All of his raw, naked cock inside me, its need pulsing through, feeling it inject me full of that heat, that warmth, that sweet, sweet cum. I couldn't help but notice the huge smile that was on my face from it and how it only felt as if it was growing wider.

  So warm, so wonderful. I wanted this every single time. Damn the consequences. Damn what I should and shouldn't do.

  I just relished it for as long as I could.

  Joel wrapped his arms around me, his chest pressed against my back, and he too enjoyed me to the absolute fullest.

  This time, there was no rush to let someone else have a turn. This time, I could just rest in his arms. He laid me down on the sofa, holding me tightly, and showed me the joys of spooning. Blissful, serene, God, I wanted to fall asleep like this every night.

  Logan slunk down onto the couch beside us. He embraced me, too, making me a Tate sandwich between them.

  I didn't think all of this could possibly get better, but somehow it did.

  We were all sweaty messes, breathing deeply. I was leaking a cocktail of both of their seed. I should have been worried about that. I really should have.

  Maybe it was akin to a drug high clouding my thoughts. I didn't care, though. Whatever it was, I could deal with it later. This entered my life out of seemingly nowhere, and I wanted to enjoy it to its absolute fullest.

  No one was going to ruin this. Not Logan, Not Joel.

  Not Jeremy.

  Aches. All over.

  Yet they were somehow blissful. Through the night, their grasps had loosened on me. It was probably for the best. If I got up because I really had to pee or something, it would be a pain to pry myself out of their death grip.

  Naked, I stumbled through the house to the bathroom to do the former of those two things. After doing my business, I had a good look at myself in the mirror. I was a total and utter mess, and I oddly liked it. I laughed a bit, before my mind finally settled down from the chaos, the high of the night before.

  The sex with the twins. The passion.

  The complete lack of condoms.

  I worried for a time. I thought about if I was safe or not, but I didn't really even take any solace in that. A guy's seed was persistent as hell and would wait to strike if it had to.

  Why were they so reckless? I doubted I needed to sit them down and tell them about the birds and the bees. If they were virgins before last night, I was the Queen of England.

  The entire ache in my body, though? Well, it made it all seem worth it. God that was the reckless teenager thing that I wanted to do when I went to college.

  One wonderful, blissful night that could have over eighteen years of consequences. For a time, I wondered how the twins would be as fathers. Would they both be the father? They weren't identical. I'd be able to tell...wouldn't I? They were still brothers. They were close, though, so maybe they would?

  My head was spinning, and I slapped myself for even thinking that far. Having unprotected sex once didn’t mean instantly pregnant. That's just a scare tactic they sometimes used. There were countless people trying to get pregnant and they couldn’t, so why did I think I was so fertile that it would happen instantly?

  I shook my head of it. That was just a fling. A one-time thing. They were showing me a college experience.

  Opening the bathroom door, I was going to go back to get my clothes and fall asleep in the bed Jeremy had so kindly prepared for me before I even showed up.

  Jeremy.

  His bedroom door was cracked open. I was sure it wasn't earlier. I peeked in and gasped at seeing him there.

  Facedown on his bed, still wearing his jacket and shoes.

  Did–did he see what we did?

  I swallowed, closing the door and trying to think of how to explain my insanity. I collected my clothes and got dressed, taking a deep breath.

  Whatever I did, I’d better start kissing up to him. Be a good sister.

  No longer buck naked, I returned to his room. I pulled his jacket off him and took his shoes off, too, urging him to lie on the bed in a more proper way. You know, head on the pillow instead of half your body dangling helplessly.

  "I–I dun't wanna go to school, Mam..." He was mumbling incoherently as I guided him down.

  He really was out of it. I sniffed his breath. No, he wasn't ludicrously drunk.

  "I said I don't want any!" He sat up straight suddenly, blabbering something else, surprising me so much that I jumped back. His eyes were wide open, then kinda lowered again. He looked my way. "Tate? What are you doing here?"

  "You invited me to stay with you, remember?"

  "Oh yeah."

  "I came in yesterday. You weren't home. You had your friends let me in."

  "Oh yeah," he murmured.

  I was gauging his reactions. Was he really so out of it when he came home that he didn't notice the mountain of humanity that was his two best friends and his little sister in a naked pile with one another? He would have said something about that if he’d noticed, wouldn't he? It wasn't exactly something you saw every day.

  "You okay?" I asked him.

  "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, really. I just had super long hours at the office. They wanted me to do some overtime."

  "When did you get back?"

  "What day is it?" He was looking around for a calendar.

  "Yeah, you should just get some sleep. Everything is fine," I said with the biggest liar's smile I could manage. "Really, I'm thankful, and now I'm just worried you're working too hard."

  "I put in my lumps early in, I might be able to retire by thirty-five."

  "Or you'll be dead by then. Either way, I guess your workload decreases?"

  He s
miled, looking my way. "It's nice to see you again, Tate. Been too long."

  "Missed you too, Jeremy."

  "My home is your home when you’re here. I just want you to take care of yourself, and if you have any problems, you let me know."

  "Problems?"

  "Like any boys trying to take advantage of you."

  I blinked, looking away. "Um, why would any boy take advantage of me?"

  "Tate, I'm not far removed from being a teenager or a student, and with friends like Joel and Logan, I know all too well how horny and out of control they can be."

  Yeah. How horny and out of control they can be. I guess I learned that first-hand.

  "Don't let assholes like that take advantage of you. I can't be there to protect you from everything with this job, but I want you to be a strong, independent woman. Mom's always wanted that for you."

  "Are you trying to tell me not to date anyone still?"

  He paused for a time. "I'd rather you not, but I can't stop that. Just make sure if you do do something, do it with one guy you really love and you think there's a future with. It's supposed to be special."

  "Uh huh."

  "Really, I see the twins pull so much shit on girls, it's not funny. Makes me question my friendship with them."

  Other girls? Was I just one of many? Was I played? "Then why are you friends with them?"

  "I dunno. Maybe I'm convinced they’re good guys at the end of the day. You gotta have some heart to run into burning buildings for a living."

  All I could do was shake my head. It wasn't something I really should be sharing with him now, if ever. "Take it easy, bro. Get some rest. Joel made some of Mrs. Pierce's pizza. I'll make sure there's a few slices waiting for you in the morning."

  He laughed. "That sounds good. You too. You look exhausted yourself, like you're drenched in sweat."

  "Well, um, you know how it is. Travel and all that." I didn't even know what I was suggesting. That plane was freezing cold.

  Luckily, I didn't need to go on. He fell back and was already out like a light and snoring.

  As I left the room, I thought about his words. Was I really just one of many? A notch in the belt? Would they want anything else to do with me?