CHAPTER NINE
Angie
I’m not sure where this is all headed. On the one hand, I love being with Brian and Jed because they’ve opened new worlds to me. Not just the physical, although that’s amazing. But they’ve shown me real caring and respect because they haven’t taken my virginity despite being given every opportunity.
“Please,” I’d panted even that morning, this time in Jed’s office, nude as they took turns licking my pussy. “Please, put it in.”
I had my funeral skirt hitched over my hips, bent over Jed’s desk, and the men crouched in back of me, lapping hungrily at my steaming folds.
“Naw baby girl,” growled Brian as he bit lightly at my clit, making me moan. “We’re saving it for the right time.”
“Yeah,” grunted Jed, pushing his tongue up my hole, tasting my hymen once again. “You’re gonna fucking fall apart when it does happen.”
I moaned lustily then, pussy contracting wildly as the men took me to heaven and back. Oh god, it felt so good to have their mouths and fingers there, sipping my nectar, touching every part of me deep inside. But I craved hard dick. I was absolutely ravenous for man parts and watching them do each other only made me hungrier. Besides, what was this “right time”? I didn’t get it, not at all.
So after the screaming orgasm passed, I turned to face them, cheeks flushed, panting still as I straightened my funeral skirt, pulling it down decorously.
“But when?” I whispered, breasts still heaving. “When?”
The men looked at each other knowingly while sharing a smile.
“Soon baby girl, soon,” grunted Jed.
“Absolutely honey,” said Brian, voice as smooth as silk. “It’s coming, just you wait.”
And I’d mewled again, helpless, unable to vocalize any words. Because I was desperate now. I’ve been drinking their cum, letting them touch every part of me, even guiding their dicks into each other’s holes, but somehow, those cocks never go into my sweet puss. They never actually penetrate between my legs, and the agony has me on edge, dying for more.
But this was no time to think of that. Because at this very moment, we stood by the grave, faces somber, Brian and Jed handsome as sin in black suits as Hannah’s casket descended into the earth.
“Blessed Father,” intoned the priest solemnly, hands making the motion of a cross. “Blessed Father, may I quote from one of my favorite passages, ‘Death Never Has the Last Word,’” the service continued.
And of course, Jane wept on my arm. My mother leaned her head on my shoulder, tears coursing down her face, staining the fabric of my jacket. I felt bad, I really did, but what would Jane say if she knew what was happening between Brian, Jed, and I? What would anybody say, for that matter? Bereaved husband and bereaved sister, not only doing each other but also the bereaved law partner? The three of us, who should be mourning, instead engaged together in a hot trio, exploring the different ways to sin?
So I made myself stare at my sister’s casket, the rich mahogany gleaming in the sunlight. Brian hadn’t spared any expense, these things are expensive and the one Hannah was buried in was at least ten grand, top of the line and custom. But that’s why I love him. Because he could have just thrown her into some cheap pine, or even bought something mid-tier. No one would blame him given the gossip about Hannah around town, and besides, there was an ugly type of reality to it all. It was going to be put in the earth, covered with dirt, so what was the point of forking out a fistful of dollars?
But Brian’s not like that. My brother-in-law is generous, an alpha male with real heart, and his last gesture only underlined what a good man he is. I loved him all the more for it, my soul reaching out to his on this gloomy day, even if I couldn’t say anything at the moment, even if we were both stuck here as the minister droned on and on.
But eventually, the service ended and everything was done. The crowd broke up and began milling about before heading to Brian’s house.
“Are you okay Ma?” I asked, turning to look at Jane. Her tear-stained face was pitiful, bare of make-up and looking decades older since we’d been informed of Hannah’s death. “You okay Ma?” I repeated again. “Let’s go to the wake, I’ll make you some hot tea,” I said gently.
But Jane wasn’t having it, shaking her head vehemently.
“I ca- can’t go,” she stammered. “I can’t go and see all those people, not now.”
“Mom, you have to,” I said gently, handing her another tissue. “Hannah would want you to, if only to celebrate her life.”
My mom didn’t reply, too caught up in crying, and I felt bad. Because as the older woman bent over, I swear there were more streaks of white in her hair, the rich brown fading fast into a dour salt-and-pepper, and my heart broke for the stress she was under.
Brian swept to the rescue at that moment.
“It’ll be alright,” he growled, patting my mom’s hand. “It’ll be alright, let yourself grieve.”
I looked up at him with grateful eyes, for being such a good son-in-law, even if behind closed doors we were doing the unthinkable. And what to do you know, but Jed came over at that moment as well, another huge, looming form blocking out the light, so handsome that my breath caught. God, what’s wrong with me? My heart was fluttering from seeing these men at my own sister’s funeral. It was unthinkable and I felt ashamed.
But Jed made like nothing was wrong.
“Mrs. Moore,” he ground out, voice somber. “My condolences.”
My mom merely leaned on Brian’s arm then, drawing strength from the big man.
“Thank you both,” she stammered through her tears. “Thank you Brian and Jed, I appreciate it. But nothing will bring my dear girl back.”
“I know,” Jed growled, eyes somber. “But Hannah’s in a better place now, she’s with the Heavenly Father himself, where nothing will trouble her now.”
Jane looked like she was about to say something, but nothing came out, her lips parting with no words. And somberly, Brian shot me a look before leading my mother away, the elderly woman leaning heavily on his arm.
Jed turned to look at me, those blue eyes calm.
“You okay honey?” he rumbled, eyes caressing my form. “Everything okay?”
I exhaled then, growing warm under his gaze, trembling a little inside. God, this was so wrong. We were at my sister’s funeral for crying out loud, and from the outside, we probably looked like two people clustered together in grief, sharing our sorrows. But in fact, I was trembling because Jed’s presence made me shake, my body on high whenever I was around this golden god of a man.
I tried to get myself together, to make my heart stop fluttering like a butterfly.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” I said with a slight smile, quivering from his nearness. “I’m okay.”
He shot me a knowing look.
“Then let’s go, let’s get to the house for the wake. No sense in being late,” he ground out, taking my elbow to guide me to the car. Thank god, I needed to get away from the grave, I needed to collect myself in some privacy, make sure I didn’t look like a harlot while mourning my own sister. Maybe I could stop by the bathroom and take a few deep breaths, summoning a Zen koan to make sure there was no sparkle in my eye, no wicked gleam.
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 owned 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 it. 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.
So I raised my eyes until our gazes locked, willing him to know exactly how I felt. I wanted him so bad, I wanted both of their dicks, and my gaze was filled with pleading, hunger, and deep, needy lust. I needed Jed and Brian, I needed both of them, hard, hot and stiff, and sucking cock was only the aperitif.
But my concentration was shaken because at that very moment, Brian licked my pussy from behind, making me squeal a bit, twitching on Jed’s fuckshaft.
“Unnh!” I moaned, body going limp as jolts ran through my pussy. “Unnh, unnh!”
“That’s right, sweetcakes,” rumbled my brother-in-law from in back of me. “Let your hungry pussy do the talking.”
Because my folds were so distended now, my clit so tight, that I could only suck harder on Jed’s shaft, willing both men to go faster. I needed them, the sex play was beyond my wildest dreams, and I needed both men in me, taking my all. And with another deep, soulful lick of my pussy, Brian straightened behind me, lining his stiff rod up with my hole.
“You ready honey?” he ground out, the tip just brushing my honey spot. “You ready? You ready for your brother-in-law’s dick in this slutty cunt?”
I squealed again, the words were so dirty, unable to reply because of the thick shaft in my mouth. But it came so naturally, these two men made me want them so much that I began moving, just a bit, instinctively seeking what would bring me pleasure. Oh yeah, I lifted my hips a little and began squirming backwards, pulling that fuckshaft in me the same way I was pulling Jed’s hot pole into my mouth. I’ve got a vacuum both ways, and I was showing just what a hungry virgin can do.
“Shit,” grunted Brian in back of me, eyes fixated on my sloppy pussy. “She’s pulling me in, it’s like some crazy tractor beam.”
Jed moaned in front.
“Let me see,” he ground out, eyes hot. “Let me see.”
And with one swift movement, Jed reached over my back and put both hands on my butt cheeks. He’s so big that it wasn’t even a stretch, his massive frame throwing me in shadow. But the alpha wasn’t done yet. Slowly, he pulled my ass cheeks apart so that he could see as Brian’s hot pole inched into my sweetly pulsing box, taking it all in.
“Awww fuck,” he growled, eyes transfixed. “Aww fuck, let her pull it into herself, let’s see what this chickadee can do.”
Because I was literally shivering from lust now, pussy dripping wetly, gripping Brian’s cock as I sucked him inside. My cunt was so tight that my labia hugged him as he went deep, as that stiff shaft made its way up my vaginal canal and I hummed, boobies trembling, feeling myself split apart.
“Mmmh!” I moaned, eyes drifting shut. “Mmmph!”
Jed merely grunted above me, his hands still holding my ass open as Brian pushed his dick inside.
“Fuck, looks good,” he growled. “Fuck that slutty puss, her mouth feels tighter the deeper you go.”
Brian threw his head back then, eyes closed, abs and chest tight.
“She’s so good,” he rasped. “So fucking good but shit, I’m there, I’m there.”
And I knew exactly what he was talking about, I could feel it in myself as well. His penis had just bumped up against my hymen, the tissue soft and spongy, begging to be penetrated, and yet he’d stopped. This was a momentous occasion, I’d done everything with the alphas but this, and the time had come. I was gonna go through the tollbooth and come out a woman on the other side, thoroughly educated in the ways of men and women and loving it all.
But why had Brian stopped? Why, why, why, on this big moment? And suddenly I realized the pause. The two men were kissing above me, masculine grunts and groans sounding out, both their dicks stuck in me, forming a dirty triangle. And I was so overcome with lust and feeling that I lost it then. Because what could be better than this? All three of us were joined at the moment, the two men in a liplock, Brian’s dick in my pussy and Jed’s dick in my mouth. It was absolutely perfect, and I went for it.
With a slight muffled yelp, I shoved my hips backwards, pussy spreading completely so that Brian’s dick ran right through my hymen, tearing it once and for all.
“Ummph!” I shrieked into Jed’s cock. “Ummph!”
God, it hurt, it absolutely stung deep inside, but it was so satisfying as well. Because finally, I was a woman. I’d given it up to the two men I loved most, the two men whom I absolutely adored, and we formed a supportive trio, taking and giving generously, unselfconscious about our love. So even though it hurt as all fuck, I obeyed my womanly instinct and ground my hips down even more, absorbing Brian, loving the hard, thick shaft that owned my sweetness.
“Mmm,” I moaned then, lusty and hungry, boobs swaying below my torso. “Mmmm.”
And the men broke their liplock for a moment, panting with need.
“Shit she’s a dirty one,” grunted Jed, softly stroking my hair. “Suck baby girl, suck.”
Brian was even worse. My mild-mannered brother in law slowly teased a finger around my back hole as his shaft sank even deeper into my private space.
“That’s it,” he ground out hoarsely. “Fuck Daddy like you mean it.”
And suddenly, we were a symphony of sound, a machine with all parts going sixty miles an hour. It was so dirty and wrong, and yet I wanted it so much. I loved what Brian was doing to me, his hot rod pounding my pussy as his finger teased my anal chamber, rubbing lightly against each other.
“Shit I can feel my dick moving in her, it’s fucking hot,” he ground out, stuffing his digit in even more. “Shit she’s so tight and dry back here.”
But even more arousing was the two men working together. Because one guy, I might have been able to handle. But Brian and Jed together? No way, I was overwhelmed, shot out to Jupiter with no hope of return. And as Brian commented on his finger in my ass, Jed grunted, looking up hotly as he fucked my mouth.
“Fuck,” he ground out, hips moving in a smooth-piston like motion. “Move over brother, give me a sample of that asshole.”
And with that, Brian popped his finger out of my butt, and Jed reached forward. In one smooth slide, Jed’s finger pushed his finger into my anus even as he fucked my mouth, feeling Brian’s penis slide against him through my thin vaginal wall. Like I said, these are big men and their huge frames positively dwarfed mine, making all sorts of sin not just possible, but enjoyable and illicit. I moaned lustily then, entire body quaking, dangling on the precipice. Because never in my wildest dreams had I ever imagined this. Two alphas, fucking me on both ends, taking turns fingering my asshole as their dicks sawed in and out, owning my everything.
And with a moan, a squeal, and a desperate gasp, it happened. I came like a hurricane, the tidal wave overwhelming me, all my holes clenching and spasming at once.
“Unnnh!” I squealed, choked on Jed’s dick as my vagina and anus pulsed. “Unnnh!”
The wild pumping, the hard clamps of my orifices, drove the men over the edge as well. As if on cue, both penises burst in my body, spraying my throat with hot cum, drenching my pussy with virile sperm.
“Awww fuck!” roared Jed, blasting his baby batter into my throat. “Aww, swallow it all, you dirty ho.”
Brian was just as nasty. Because his dick jerked in me, once, twice, practically making my cunt jump with the snake twisting inside before erupting in a geyser, splashing virile seed all over.
“FUCK!” he grunted, trying to hold my hips down, trying to keep me steady as I bucked and twisted, flooded with sperm. “Fuck this shit, fuck this shit.”
I moaned again, lost to sensation, unable to do anything but feel. Because I was so fucked, my pussy taken all the way by Brian, my mouth absolutely owned by Jed. And even dirtier was Jed’s finger in my ass, stroking against Brian’s cock as it jerked and spurted in my sweet chamber.
“Hell yeah,” Jed managed as his shaft twisted in my mouth. “Hell yeah, fill ‘er up.”
And with that, the three of us collapsed, a tangle of sweaty limbs, still embedded on each other. My mind spun as I floated in a dream world where the hottest, craziest things happened. But did I pull off? Did I let go of those hot cocks, giving myself a break, letting my holes get some air? No because it was too good, this was everything I’d been craving for the past weeks. This is what I’d desperately wanted, and now that it’d come true, it was beyond my wildest imagination. Having two men who adored me, who worshipped my body, but who also worshipped each other was the fulfillment of every fantasy I’d ever had, the answer to every need. Because we loved each other so much that there could only be satisfaction through the connection, through the wild excitement that I shared with these two men.
But that’s me getting away from it all. Because I am an innocent, naïve girl, and I was overpowered by these two males, alphas both who’ve done the nasty multiple times. I was dreaming, floating on air, even though at the moment I was stuck like a pig on a spit, rolling between their two dicks. And as the calm descended, Jed moved like lighting. In a flash, he pulled his dick from my mouth, making me cough a little, startled.
Simultaneously without any hesitation, Brian pulled out, my sweet pussy gaping, dripping with his seed.
“Ready brother?” he asked. “Ready to sample the good stuff?”
And as I looked over my shoulder, eyes wide and startled, I gasped. Because there was a faint ring of red on Brian’s dick, the proof of my virginity. Oh yeah, taking my hymen had caused me to bleed a little, and Brian’s dick was smeared slightly with blood, nothing bad, just a drop or two.
But Jed didn’t even pause. He wanted that ring on himself, he too wanted to wear the mark of my innocence on his dick. So with one deep thrust, suddenly I found myself impaled on a second man’s hard cock, Jed’s deep pole snaking its way inside.
“Unnnh!” I cried out more from shock than anything. How many virgins does this happen to? How many girls lose their v-card in a storm, only to be fucked again by another man? Oh god, oh god, it was so wrong, and yet I loved it. Because Jed’s dick felt so good up there, owning my sweetness, making me stretch and pulse like none other. He was longer than Brian but not as thick, reaching so far into me I thought he might pop out of my throat.
And Jed took a couple deep strokes, eyes closed, letting himself enjoy my puffy, willing twat.
“Unnh, she feels good,” he grunted, big hands caressing my ass cheeks. “Unnh, yeah this slutty pussy feels good.”
And sure enough, when he pulled out, there was red ring at the base of his dick too, the mark of my innocence. But the two men didn’t stop there. Instead, taking my breath away, making me scream with pleasure, they began to take turns fucking my pussy. That’s right, Jed would do a couple strokes and then pull out, letting Brian get his dick wet. And then Brian would stop, letting Jed take his place, sampling my hungry pussy. And it was so wrong, so absolutely dirty that I could do nothing but take it. I pressed my face into the pillow, narrow shoulders braced on the bed and just let myself feel.
“Mmmm, Jed, Brian,” I moaned incoherently, eyes squeezed shut, my pussy harboring two men. “Yes, give it to me.”
And just like that, I exploded. It was insane, I’d just come just a few minutes before, my hymen burst, feeling a dick in me for the first time. But this blew me away, I was living something straight out of my dirtiest fantasies. No, scratch that. I’d never even imagined that something this amazing would happen to me, that I’d fall in love with two men who worshipped me, sharing my body with one another. And like a perfectly choreographed symphony, both alphas came simultaneously then, this time Jed spurting in my pussy as Brian shot his virile cum all over my lower back, blasts going up my vaginal canal as hot white splattered my giant rump.
“Unnnh!” the men grunted, dicks going wild, eruption after eruption making me squeal and scream for more. “Aw, FUCK!”
And with one last hot burst, they finished, my pussy milking them for every last drop, my holes so fucked, so wet and wild. I thought for sure this was the end. For sure, there couldn’t be anymore, we’d reached new heights, scaled Mount Everest and gone soaring off into the heavens. But as usual, Jed and Brian had one last trick up their sleeve, taking me for one more ride.
With a sly grin, Jed slid his dick out of me, spreading my labia wide while nudging my knees apart.
“Let us see baby girl, let your Daddies see.”
And I knew what they wanted. I moaned deep in my throat before concentrating. Squeezing my eyes shut, I pushed, bearing down with my interior muscles, and sure enough a blended cream pie came rising out of my hole, the semen of both men boiling to the top. A sweet drop emerged at my vaginal entrance before becoming a waterfall, streaming out of my hot box and running wetly down my thigh.
“Unnnh,” I panted again. “Is that good Daddies, is that what you wanted?”
Sharing a dirty grin, the men exchanged looks.
“It’s better than good,” rumbled Jed, leaning down to lick at the viscous mixture, savoring the white hot mess.
“It’s fuckin’ amazing,” finished Brian, kissing Jed then and tasting the blended cum, sucking a mouthful of the good stuff for his own enjoyment. “This is fuckin’ amazing.”
And I sighed then, insides quivering, pussy so fucked and virginity gone forever. Because this was beyond my wildest dreams, and yet I was living a reality. Not my own reality, but a shared one with two alpha males, two powerful men who were only too happy to induct me into their world, to introduce me to vistas I’d never experienced before. But even more than that, they cared about me. Brian and Jed were looking out for me, they knew exactly what I wanted and needed, and by letting me work at their firm, by making sure my mom was comfortable, heck, by waiting to take my virginity at the right moment, I knew I was in the safe hands. I knew I was with the loves of my life, and there’s no looking back now.