CHAPTER 10: Danielle

The Wolf twins were staying at the Bourbon Orleans Hotel in downtown New Orleans, forty-five minutes south of Bellegrade. It took Terry and I an hour to get dried off and make the drive over the Pontchartrain Causeway and through the downtown traffic.

We didn’t talk much. Terry seemed to understand that this was going to be an entirely new experience for me. I was excited and terrified at the same time at the prospect of having both brothers on the same night, at the same time. But I knew they would be gone soon, as would my chance to experience something so sexually magical.

Tomorrow, I’d be back to my dull old life in Bellegrade.

I refused to let this opportunity go by.

“You okay?” Terry asked as we pulled up to the entrance of the hotel. He glanced over and smiled. “You don’t have to do this, you know. I can take you home any time.”

“Don’t you dare,” I said without hesitation. I gazed into his eyes. I looked at him with no embarrassment or regret. He gave me a nod and opened his door.

My heart raced as I watched him give the valet his keys.

It skipped a beat as he came around the car to open my door.

He held out his hand and I laced my fingers around his.

My body tingled at his touch.

“Come on,” he said. “Tony is waiting.

* * *

The Wolf brothers were staying in one of the French Quarter Lofts at the Bourbon Orleans. It was a spacious, two-story suite with two king beds and a luxurious spa bathroom. Terry held my hand as we stepped off the elevator and he opened the door. I held my breath and followed him inside.

“Where’s your brother?” I asked, surprised that Tony wasn’t there waiting for us. Maybe he didn’t want to appear too eager. Or maybe I wasn’t as special as I thought I was.

“He’ll be here soon,” Terry said. He was still holding my hand. “Come on, let’s take a shower. We smell a little…fishy?”

“Fishy is the word,” I said with a smile.

He took my hand and led me up the stairs to the large master bathroom. The room was covered in marble and Italian tile. It was almost as big as my trailer. And a million times nicer.

There was a step-in shower large enough for four people. It had a large rain shower head in the ceiling and six other shower heads positioned in the walls. The shower was controlled by a panel outside the glass door.

“Do you have a preference as to water temperature?” he asked, tapping the button to turn on the water.

“The shower in my trailer runs hot or cold,” I said, smiling at him. “So, I’d say…hot?”

“Hot it is,” he said. “And I assume you’d like all the shower heads on?”

“Why not?” I said.

He tapped another button and water began shooting from every shower head. The shower filled with steam that quickly overtook the room. He leaned down to kiss me. “You get in. I’ll be right back.”

I watched him go with a heavy sigh. I was still tingling from our encounter as I stripped off my clothes and stepped into the shower.

I leaned my head back to wet my long hair.

I closed my eyes and let the hot water rain down on me.

So many firsts tonight, I thought.

My first one-night stand.

My first time in shower large enough to wash a Buick in.

My first time having two men in one night.

Possibly at the same time.

There was an assortment of shampoos and conditioners in the tile cutout in the wall. I filled my hand with one that smelled like rose petals. I leaned my head back again to lather my hair. I had a lot of hair, so it took several minutes to lather it all up and then rinse the soap out. The thick lather cascaded down my body. It sluiced between my breasts and pooled in my red pubes.

I heard the glass door open and close.

I could feel someone behind me, though I didn’t open my eyes or turn around.

I felt his hands on my waist.

He pulled me back into him.

His cock pressed into my ass, hard as a rock, slippery in the lather that was running down my back.

His hands slid around my waist and up to my soapy breasts.

He massaged the soap into my globes.

My nipples were like hard pink thimbles.

He rolled them under his soapy hands.

I leaned my head back against this shoulder.

He sighed in my ear and I moaned.

He was rubbing his cock up and down the crack of my ass.

I reached around and took it in my hand.

It was so long and hard.

My soapy fingers closed around it and began milking him.

“You’re beautiful, Danny,” he whispered, his breath hot in my ear.

His left hand remained on my breast.

His right hand slid down my body, across my stomach and through the red curls.

His slick fingers found my clit, swollen and aching to be touched.

When he slid his fingers across my folds, I spread my legs to let him inside. My moans echoed off the tile walls.

My breath came in short bursts as his fingers found my opening and slid inside me. First one finger, then two. He finger-fucked me in rhythm to my hand milking his cock. I smiled to myself. It was as if we had discovered a new way to fuck.

“I want your pussy,” he said.

“It’s yours,” I replied.

His hand slid from my pussy. I was sad to feel it go. He put his hands on my shoulders and leaned me forward at the waist so my pussy and ass were open to him. I braced my hands on the wall and closed my eyes as I felt the head of his cock press to my opening.

“You’re so tight,” he said, moving his hips, sliding the head of his cock inside me. His fingers clenched at my hips. He slid in another inch, and then another. I could hear him suck in air each time his shaft drove in deeper. He slid in as far as his long cock would go, and then he began slowly sliding in and out, in and out.

I’d never realized how amazing that position could feel. It was as if his cock had a straight shot to the back of my throat. Each time his cock filled me, it caused me to grunt.

Randy was a straight missionary man all the way, and while Davy had been strong and creative, he was also a kid who couldn’t hold back for long. He always came two seconds after entering me. I didn’t mind. I was a live wire back then. He could just touch me and make me explode.

The pace of Terry’s cock slamming into my pussy quickened.

My heavy breasts hung from my body.

They swayed with the motion of his thrusts.

“Oh…fuck…” he moaned.

“Fuck me…” I moaned in reply. “Harder…faster…yes…”

His grip on my hips tightened as his thrusts grew faster and deeper. The sound of our skin slapping filled the shower stall, along with our grunts and moans and heavy sighs.

I cried out as the orgasm shook me, building deep from inside and shuddering through my body like an earthquake. He thrust in and held himself there, filling me with his hot seed as my juices flowed back over him.

We held the position for a moment, both of us too spent to move.

His cock was still inside me.

His hands were caressing my back.

My hands were braced against the wall.

“That was amazing,” he said.

“Yes, it was,” I said.

For the first time since I’d heard the shower door open, I glanced back over my shoulder to see who had fucked me.

We smiled at each other.

Was it Terry or Tony?

I honestly couldn’t tell.

He must have read my mind.

He drew circles on my back with his fingertips and smiled.

“Hi, Danny. I’m Tony.”