“Simon says, stick out your tongue”, I say, ignoring him.
The boys stick out their tongues.
“You know we can do this without having our eyes closed”, Jack says.
“That would ruin the fun”, I say, kicking my shoes towards the corner of the room.
“Simon says, take off your T-shirts.”
Jack and Zach pause for a moment, wondering whether they’ve heard me correctly, before the boys fight to beat each other and get their T-shirts off first. I almost squeal in excitement when I see them both standing there, bare chested, toned with muscle but not ripped too much, abs and adonis belt doing nothing to make me look away from them.
I step a little closer, observe them both deeply, the twist of muscle, the darkened skin of nipple, the thin line of hair that runs away from their belly buttons, it’s perfect.
“Jenny?” Zach asks.
“Winner gets the first kiss”, I say. “If you open your eyes, you lose.”
The twins smile, excited by the challenge. “So”, Jack begins, “I guess I ought to commiserate you now, Zach.”
“Simon says, arms out in front.”
The boys obey.
“And the loser?”, Zach asks.
“The loser”, I tease, “will have to wait and see.”
I walk around the two boys, my fingers trailing gently across both their torsos. When I get to the front, I stand on tip toes in front of Jack and let his outstretched fingers touch my shoulders briefly. I see him smile and then bite his lips. I step away again.
“Arms down”, I say.
Jack drops his arms and immediately knows he’s fucked up. Zach knows it too. With his arms still outstretched, he’s outlasted his brother.
“I guess the best man won”, Zach says.
Jack opens his eyes and sits down on the bed, while Zach waits patiently for his reward. I close the gap between us, and at full stretch pull Zach down towards me.
I still can’t believe I’m doing this, and the only thing that’s stopping me freaking out completely is the fact that I’ve been in this situation so many times in my dreams it feels like I’m just acting out something from the same world.
Zach takes me in his arms, lifts me up towards him, and slowly presses the softness of his incredible lips against mine. In a moment that seems to be powerful enough to stop time, I feel like I’m floating. My skin bobbles up with goose pimples, tingles run along my spine and up into the base of my neck and I can feel heat in every part of my body in contact with his. When he finally puts me down, I stumble for a moment, stunned, unable to get my footing, catch my breath or think of something appropriate to say.
I look at Zach standing there proudly, before I right my dress, blink as though he might not be there at all, and prepare myself to continue.
“That was not a kiss”, Jack complains. “He doesn’t know what he’s doing.”
“No?” I say, the word falling out of me like it might in a dream.
Jack shakes his head while his brother folds his arms across his thick chest and watches, stunned at the brazenness of Jack’s put down.
“You’ve got to do it more gently”, Jack says. “Here, like this.”
He stands, and I let him take hold of me, one hand around the back of my neck, the other to twist my body towards him.
I don’t have time to utter another word, before Jack presses his lips against mine and I’m right back in heaven where I was a moment ago. This time Jack kisses me deeply, teasing my lips open with his tongue and then coaxing my tongue into battle, so we dance them across each other so much that the heat in my lower belly makes me so hot I want to tear my dress off.
I let him pull me towards his bare chest, and fold myself into the contours of his muscles and swelling manhood.
When he’s finally done, I don’t know where I am or what on earth I should do next.
“Not bad”, Zach says clapping slowly to mock him, “But what you demonstrate in passion, you lack in style.”
Jack laughs it off.
“What do you think, Jenny?” Zach asks.
I feel hot and dizzy. “I think I want to do that again, with both of you.”
“Simon says take your dress off”, Jack says, his arm out to hold his advancing brother away from me momentarily.
I smile at his cheekiness and look at him coyly. “Simon says take it off for me”, I say, more than happy to play his game.
The twins look at each other briefly before turning their attention back towards me.
“I guess”, Jack says, while the two brothers advance, happy to work quickly now together as a team. “There are no losers.”
I lift my arms up to allow my dress to go over my head, smiling at life’s little ironies. Several hours to choose it, and less than a minute to remove it.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you to do this to me”, I confess, little left that will hold me back now. “Both of you.”
“Both of us?” Zach asks, the hesitation in his voice a clear sign of a concern his feelings for me might not have been reciprocated.
“Both of you”, I say again. “Not more, nor less, not one, nor the other. It was always both of you, at the same time. Always.”
I stand semi-naked in the middle of my bedroom in a scene I’ve written at least twice before and imagined over a hundred times more. This is me and Donkey and I still can’t believe it’s happening. I can’t wipe the smile off my face. I can’t help feel that suddenly I’m going to wake up or Donkey are going to tell me it’s all been a joke or a big misunderstanding and despite everything that’s come before they now no longer want any of this. My skin fizzes with barely concealed desire, my pussy aching to have them demonstrate their love for me.
“We thought you were going to freak out”, Jack admits. “Or ask us to leave at the very least. If we’d known earlier. You should have said. We all should have said.”
I can’t wait any longer. This tension is so thick if we don’t do something about it, I might just explode.
“You’re beautiful”, Zach says, his eyes never wavering from me. “So beautiful.”
I smile. “Thank you”, I say and take the short skip to the bed. Jack and Zach begin to advance on me, but I shake my head to stop them in their tracks. They look at each other for a moment, confused.
“Pants off”, I order. “Slowly.”
“Ok”, the boys say in happy chorus.
I watch them clutch the denim and guide it carefully over their boxers, before stepping out of the fabric and standing there proudly, two immense Gods turning rumor into fact. I knew they were big, not because I’d seen them like this before, but because I just knew, but how big, I really had no idea. I make them stand closer without getting in the bed with me, just so I can see. Thick and hard, wide at the base, pre-cum marking the fabric and making me squeal in absolute unadulterated delight, they are like figures from a sexualized version of the Greek myths.
Forget Castor and Pollux or even Hypnos and Thanatos, these men are more than mere mortals, these men are bigger and better in every way, and right now they are about to be mine.
“These too”, Jack asks suggestively, his thumbs already looped around his waistband about to show me exactly what he’s made of.
“No”, I say, shaking my head. “Not yet. Come here first. I want to feel you against me.”
Chapter Twenty-One
The boys advance, a hunger in their eyes like cats ready to pounce on the first sign of a meal for months. If what they say is true, and like me, they’ve been guarding a secret for longer than a decade, I will know exactly how they feel. Ravenous, horny, desperate to have me.
We lie in bed together, me sandwiched between them, four hands all over my tingly skin while I twist from one brother to the other to kiss each of them deeply. First I face Zach, where I taste his tongue and bite his lower lip while Jack presses himself against my back and then I turn over, my breath short and my pulse racing, to lose myself in Jack’
s embrace while Zach massages my lower back, dancing his fingers along my spine and out across the thin fabric of my panties.
I could lie like this forever, indulging myself in each one of these perfect men, and being indulged by them in turn, while the world span on around us, nothing in it I would ever need again outside of this room.
They are even more perfect than I ever had the capacity to imagine, a thousand times more real than I was beginning to believe would be possible.
“I thought”, I began, while Jack turns me onto my back and kisses around my bra. “You weren’t interested in me.”
“I thought”, I continue, as Jack knocks the straps off my shoulder, one by one. “I was going to lose you forever.”
Zach teases his fingers underneath the fabric, tantalizingly close to my nipples. He can tell it excites me because I can see the reaction both in his eyes and his cock, both of which go wide.
“We just didn’t know how to tell you”, Jack says, his hand going behind my back to search for the clasp.
“We didn’t know how you’d react if we did”, Zach clarifies.
“Is this what you wanted?” I ask.
Jack flips the catch and I feel the fabric go loose over my breasts. A second later, Zach’s hand finds its way to my nipple, and all three of us watch as he teases it erect, my bra now twisted up on the floor to our side.
“If you’re not comfortable”, Jack says, “with anything-.”
Jack kneels between my legs, each hand on one of my inner thighs, while his brother continues to tease my nipples erect and massage my tender breasts. I’m so horny I could probably come if he so much as blew on my clitoris the right way.
“We don’t want to fuck things up”, Zach says. “By going too fast or whatever.”
I shake my head, “No such thing as too fast”, I say, reaching towards him. “Simon says, do what you want to me.”
I’m too horny to hold myself back, and I’ve waited too long for this to happen for them to worry they’re doing something wrong.
I put my foot on Jack’s chest to push him away from me slightly, before getting up and positioning myself on all fours, my back to Jack and my head just at the right height to indulge myself with Zach’s fantastic cock.
This is an image I’ve imagined but never written about, and one I think fits my mood perfectly at this moment. I never thought my first time would be with Donkey, despite dreaming about it constantly, and I always wanted to feel myself being filled completely, but still being in control. Like this I can allow myself to do that, taking just as much as I want for just as long as I want.
“Like this”, I say, making sure I move the boys into the right position. When Jack gets it, I don’t need to be any more suggestive for him to begin to remove my panties.
“Uhuh”, I say to Zach, holding him in position in front of me when it’s clear he wants to go behind me and watch my pussy being revealed. “Stay here.”
“That is incredible”, Jack says, while he kneels behind me, transfixed by my sticky, teenage gash.
I keep myself shaved and I’ve always been proud of my thick, womanly pussy lips and button tight little anus. I like masturbating like this, with my back arched and my pussy up in the air, and it’s clear that Jack is immediately as fond of this view as I always wanted him to be.
I feel pressure on my buttocks, pushing me wide, and the incredible sensation of my pussy lips coming unstuck for a moment, before Jack takes his hand away again and my pussy folds back in on itself like the petals of a flower closing up at nighttime.
I know I’m horny without even touching myself but when I feel Jack’s finger trace the gap between my inner labia and slide delightfully the entire length of my slit, I realize by just how much.
“Simon says, lick me”, I order, and while I turn my attention to Zach, whose cock I can see twitching eagerly against his boxer shorts, Jack moves towards me purposefully.
Trapped like this, his cock looks hermetically sealed in. I imagine for a moment that this is the world’s best Christmas present and I’m about to do the inaugural unwrapping. I test the size and weight first, my fingers all over his thickness to guess the contents of the package before opening it, and then I grab the fabric by his thigh and begin to tug the protective layer down bit by bit.
By now, Jack has found a suitable position from which to pleasure me, and is lying underneath me on his back, his hands on my upper thighs to pull my pussy down towards him. I tease him from time to time, pulling away just as his tongue comes in contact with me, keen to keep him eager and desperate not to enjoy myself too much all at once.
With Jack under control, Zach’s cock finally reveals itself, the crown poking out from the top of the fabric first, swollen purple and thick with life, before the shaft follows it and once free of muscle, his cotton boxer shorts drop quickly towards his ankles.
Jack runs his tongue along my length, nuzzling the tip into my hole and glancing my clitoris vigorously just to gauge my reaction. I gasp, I moan, I pull away from him and then I push down hard, driving his tongue deeply inside my hole, desperate to have him fill me. After a while he learns what I like and what I absolute adore, what will make me come and what he has to hold himself back on.
Zach’s cock is enormous and I want it inside me as much as I do Jack’s tongue. I want to feel both of them filling me up, showing me exactly what it is they’ve wanted to do to me for so long.
“I’m so horny”, Zach confesses, his cock throbbing and pre-cum leaking out of his tip. I love pre-cum and I love seeing what I’m doing to these boys. It turns me on so much to know they both want me. I take Zach’s hot cock in my hand, pull his foreskin back as far as it will go and guide his tip to my mouth.
My lips tingle as I rub his meat against them, the pre-cum salty and sticky on my tongue. Zach puts his hand on the back of my neck and with my mouth open he begins to feed himself inside me.
This is not what I expected to happen when Marcy suggested we should go to the game, and it’s not what I thought we’d end up doing when these two offered to come over here. A film, a glass of beer, maybe a kiss on the porch to say goodnight at the very most, not a huge, throbbing cock against the back of my throat and a tongue inside my tight virgin pussy hole.
I’m breathing hard even before I’ve swallowed much more than Zach’s crown so I know that when I do finally come, hopefully with one of these boys inside me, it’s going to hit me so hard the whole house is likely to shake. I make Zach take control and show me how much he wants to fuck my mouth, and with my neck tilted up so I can get as much of him inside me as possible, I grind my pussy down on Jack’s tongue. Like this, I can control the waves of pleasure more, because I know if I give him free reign to lick where he wants, he’ll send me over the edge much quicker than I really want.
The sensation is beyond anything I’ve had the capacity to imagine or experience. I’m a virgin but I know what it’s like to come, both with and without something inside my pussy. This, however, is something I’ve dreamed about happening for such a long time that now it’s here for real, my body doesn’t know how to react.
I take hold of Zach’s cock again and wank him into me for a while, running my tongue under his foreskin and teasing the bundle of nerves at his tip that connects the meat of his shaft to the swell of his crown. Zach gasps in pleasure, his eyes closed and the muscles in his neck and shoulders taut.
Looking up to the rest of his athletic body from here, truly demonstrates what a phenomenal example of the human race he is, and suddenly I feel like I want to see Jack alongside him too.
I wriggle out from above him, and Jack seems reluctant to let me go. Next I pull myself away from Zach’s cock, sucking hard so when he leaves me his cock creates a satisfying clacking sound. I lie on my back, my legs wide, my pussy on show for them both to please me.
“Simon says-”, I begin, but I don’t need to finish. Jack removes his boxer shorts in seconds, his cock as thick as steel, the veins that run
along the shaft, bulbous and purposeful.
“Mmmm”, I stutter, words not enough for a situation that sounds can demonstrate better.
“You know I’m a virgin?” I say casually, my hand sliding along my belly towards my pussy. Part of me wants to see how close I am to coming, part of me wants to see what touching myself does to these boys.
They watch eagerly, eyes wide and mouth open as I do what I’ve done a thousand times before and begin to masturbate myself slowly, eyes closed and free hand moving from one nipple to the other.
I have to be careful not to come too soon, because as soon as I begin, my fingers flattened out to rub my pussy gently, I know how close I am already.
“Whenever you want to join me”, I whisper, opening my legs a little further and waiting for them to come.
Zach is the first to place himself between my legs, perhaps in silent agreement with his brother or perhaps, simply, because he’s the quickest to react.
“Like this?” he asks, polite enough to need confirmation.
“Lift my legs”, I say, and Jack speeds too it, just as keen it seems to watch my reaction as he is to provoke it.
“Like that to start”, I confirm, Jack holding my pussy open while his brother maneuvers himself into position.
“If you come”, Jack warns, “will you still let me fuck you?”
“Come here”, I say, taking his hand. “I want to suck your cock while your brother is inside me.”
You might think I’m a slut. Not satisfied with losing my virginity to one man, I have to do it with two, while they take turns, in my mouth, my pussy, my tight little anus. I think if I suggested that, Donkey might come too soon, and as much as I want it, I don’t think it would be the right way for us to begin our three-way relationship. After all, we’ve done nothing before this apart from a peck on the cheek, a held hand or a furtive glance left to linger too long. Look at me now, my legs open while I hold my pussy open, one perfect specimen of humanity sliding his cock into my mouth, the other ready to slide his into my tight little pussy hole.
But I told you already that I have a dirty mind, even if it doesn’t look like I should. That’s what years of fantasizing will do to you, and the prospect of this being an isolated incident? Well, I guess at that point a kind of survival instinct kicks in. I’m safe here, protected by my desire, which overwhelms my usual default setting of timidity and paralysing shyness.
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