Chapter Seven

I never thought about the logistics before, they just never occurred to me. The who would fit where and how we would actually begin never seemed that important to my racing brain, when all I wanted to do was get to the act itself, never satisfied with imagining myself with just one of them either, only feeling complete when it was two.

And now, right in the middle of it happening for real, after a lifetime imagining an echo of what it might be like for such a long time, that reality presents itself as I watch T-shirts lift to reveal athletic chests, flat muscled stomachs and adonis belts that guide my eyes to a pair of bulges I struggle to lift them from again.

A moment passes in which I feel naked again, inexperienced in the hands of a pair of masters, and as nervous as one might awaiting the ferocity of a storm to pass from the apparent safety of their house, but keen all the same to experience its might at the very edges.

By contrast, Zach and Jack are calm, patient, experienced in their approach, and thankfully, in the time it takes them to remove their sweat pants and socks and guide me to the bed, the moment of panic effervesces into the forgotten realms of passing unimportance.

A curiosity to reflect upon when the deed is done, microscopic in importance to the gravitas of the bigger story. A two line triviality compared to the front page headline that reads: FUCKING BIG NEWS.

I feel it important to remind them, or at least to say it out loud is perhaps more accurate, just so it’s there in case I need an excuse for my performance, or my inexperience or possible lack of prowess.

“I’m a virgin”, I whisper, first into Jack’s ear and then again into Zach’s just in case what I’d often mistaken for a telepathic understanding between them, was nothing more than good vibes.

“Just relax”, Jack says, his hands already at the edge of the hem of my T-shirt, ready to cast it the same way he and his brother have theirs.

I relax as best as I can, pushing my arms into the air to allow him to remove it for me.

My nipples are already hard, even before his fingers go to them. As he explores my sensitivity, massaging the tight skin of my breasts towards the harder darkened skin where the sensation peaks, Zach dances kisses delicately along my belly.

I’m between these two pillars of perfection melting away into orgasmic bliss, and we’ve hardly even begun.

There are a million questions I want to ask, none of which seem at all relevant now. Go with the flow and worry about it later, I tell myself. If it feels right, don’t fight it.

Jack smiles down at me each time he lifts his mouth away from my nipples to let me breathe. I can’t hide how I’m feeling, nor what they are doing to me. I’m breathing heavily, squirming like a fish out of water and groaning loud enough I could pass for a professional porn actress.

“You don’t know how long we’ve wanted to do this”, Zach says, his fingers creeping underneath my night shorts. “Just say, Jenny, if you want us to stop.”

“Or if you feel uncomfortable”, Jack adds, his breath hot against my neck.

“I’m fine”, I moan. “I’m better than fine. I just, I never knew.”

I dare myself to believe it’s happening for real and run my hand across the tight muscles of Jack’s back, shoulders and chest with one intention and one intention only, of terminating that movement in the only place left he hasn’t revealed to me, where I can see the manifestation of his excitement in all of its swollen glory.

Zach lowers my night shorts, leaving me lying there in nothing but my panties, while I distract myself in an attempt to control the explosive sensation coursing around my body and dance around my target, smoothing the skin at the edges of the fabric with the tips of my fingers.

“Need some help?” Jack says, smiling down at me.

I don’t even need to touch myself to know that I’m soaking wet. I’m so wet, I could slide both of these men inside me at the same time, despite still being a virgin.

Dirtier thoughts have crossed my mind and this one isn’t a surprise to me, especially because what we think and how we dare to act usually differ in orders of magnitude comparable to the distance between parallel dimensions.

I would let these men do whatever they wanted to me if I knew that it would please them, right now, with the anticipation of what’s to come building like a snowball rolling down a hill, at the centre of which sits a rock in relation to the size of the dream I’ve had for so long of this happening, I already feel like I’m at the very limit of the possibilities of happiness.

I can’t imagine what it will be like when they are both inside me. I can, and have pictured it, a number of times, but I can’t imagine how it will make any of the three of us feel.

Jack begins to remove his boxer shorts and then I stop him midway and greedily finish the job myself, maneuvering the fabric down over his huge, swollen cock. Once clear, I hone in on his piece like a magnet fixing itself to the north pole for the very first time.

“So this is why they call you Donkey?” I ask, lightening the mood with humor in case I explode with excitement instead.

“Hey, I was the back end”, Zach says, kneeling proudly the other side of me, naked now, his equally thick cock swollen erect and pointing hungrily at me. “Jack just wishes he was like me.”

“I was the first born”, Jack jokes. “That means you’re basically just a copy of me.”

I squeeze them both to shut them up, one hand wrapped around two almost identical cocks, one side of the bed a mirror image of the other.

When I have their undivided attention, I begin to massage their thickness gently, investigating the journey of each bobbled vein or tiny freckle, from the base of their shafts right up to their swollen tips.

There isn’t much between them, not that I can tell. Both men are vast in size, as hard as steel, and as responsive as gunpowder to a flame. Jack may be a little larger, Zach wider at the base, but it doesn’t matter to me. Subtle differences are what make these men individual, and it’s the individuality of these men that make it so explosive when they come together.

“Who gets to go first?” I ask, not being specific as to what I’m referring to.

The twins look at each other and then down towards me. Zach has his fingers on my inner thigh, close to but not touching my pussy, and Jack has his on my breasts, one of my nipples locked between his thumb and forefinger.

“Allow me”, Jack offers, and moves himself away from me, allowing me to turn to Zach and concentrate on him fully, without feeling guilty I’m choosing one twin over the other.

“I told you I was the best”, Zach whispers jokingly down at me when Jack has repositioned himself near my legs, winking theatrically just in case I think he’s for real.

I may be a virgin, but I’m not completely inexperienced. It’s impossible to grow up in the states right now and maintain an innocence our grandparents and parents took for granted. I’m about as far from being a slut as can be - just ask Marcy - but that doesn’t mean I’ve never had the pleasure of sucking cock.

Having said that, I’ve never been presented with cocks like these, and the ones I’ve sucked before, if I’m being one hundred percent honest, I always secretly imagined belonged to Donkey.

Someone always gets to go first, which means I’ll make sure that Jack gets to go last. There is nothing better about either position, and, as much as it’s in my power, I’m going to make sure that everything evens out in the end.

“Open your legs”, Jack commands, while I lean towards Zach and bring his cock towards my still fizzing lips.

“Wider”, Jack adds and confused for a moment to as what is being requested from where, my brain mixes the destination of the signal, and I open my mouth instead as wide as it will go, and don’t hesitate to swallow Zach inside me.

As I close my mouth over Zach’s cock, flattening my tongue against his glans in a moment of faultless perfection, Jack widens my legs himself, hungry to get at my pussy.

I’m still wearing my panties, but that doesn’t matter. If anything, it highlights the anticipation even more and serves to keep me that little bit further away from embarrassing myself with an earth shattering orgasm, before I’ve even begun to avail myself properly of these two men.

If I’m not being clear, I’m a hair trigger away from exploding, the cat that finally got the cream after a lifetime of watching it pass by the window, hornier than I ever thought was possible and a bundle of nervous energy.

Curious fingers tread carefully along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. They pause briefly at the edge of my panties, like a creature might upon encountering new terrain, before continuing, along my swollen labia to glance, ever so lightly, my tumescent clitoris, until they settle along my slit, a millimetre of fabric keeping them out of my virgin hole.

There, as hot as the pussy they can almost touch, they begin to move. At first, in a line that traces the slit between my tender lips, and then later, when they’ve mapped the terrain and made me moan so hard I have to muffle the sound on Zach’s cock, they make little circles that send shivers of ecstasy up and down my spine.

Experienced fingers of professional athletes making my body shudder. I’ve never even had one before and now two men I’ve always wanted and never thought I’d get here to give me everything I’d ever dreamed of and more.

“You know”, I begin, Zach’s cock almost too good to take away from my mouth to say it, “carry on like that and you’re going to make me come.”

Jack smiles at me, his face a picture of concentration. “You know, I wasn’t sure you were enjoying it, what with all the moaning going on.”

“There”, I say as he hits it. “Right there.”

“Easy”, Zach says, seeing it in me. “We should come together if we can, especially for the first time.”

I could suck his cock all day and all night, but if I did, it would only mean I’d miss out on everything else.

“Take my panties off”, I command, confidence growing inside me in direct correlation to how horny I’m getting.

“I take your panties off”, Jack warns, “I can’t be held responsible for what might happen afterwards.”

Zach nods in agreement. “He’s right, you know. We can’t be held responsible.”

“I guess that means I can’t either”, I moan. “I mean, I did kind of let you in here in the middle of the night after all.”

“Okay”, Jack says, his cock twitching. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, though. You know Zach’s been lusting after you a long time?”

His fingers loop under the part of the fabric of my panties that hugs my hips.

“And you?” I stutter, almost wordless from excitement.

“Me?” Jack says, slowly pulling my sticky panties away from my tight and horny little pussy. “I’ve never wanted anyone else.”

Now, entirely naked, I feel less naked than I did before.  That’s what these men have done to me. They’ve broken down my defenses, crushed my inhibitions, massaged away any fear I may have had of being rejected.

“Wow”, Jack says, eyes fixed so fiercely at me I can almost feel them.

“Wow”, Zach moans in echo, his hands almost trembling at what my new found state of undress might mean.

“Can I?” he continues. “You know. I’ve always wanted to taste you.”

It’s a question I will always say yes to. Right now, I don’t need to do anything but nod before Zach moves towards me, eyes wide and tongue poised.

I lay back, rest one arm over my eyes and let the other drift lazily to the side of me to gather fistfuls of bed sheet when the sensation becomes too much.

“Careful, there, not so hard, that’s it, oh fuck”, are some of the words I offer as tokens of encouragement, and each time Zach adjusts himself to my command without question, until he’s tuned into me perfectly.

Jack watches, one arm on my right leg to hold it apart, the other on the wrist of my slumbering arm, his fingers gathered gently at my wrist.

“That feels incredible”, I mumble, the words swallowed by moans of appreciation, as Zach guides his tongue gracefully around the perimeter of my swollen clitoris, along the edges of my thick, desire filled labia and onwards, inside me, to the entrance of my trembling pussy hole.

If Jack’s fingers of my pussy felt magical, this feels like heaven on earth.

“Like this”, Zach asks, pausing briefly for confirmation.

“Like everything you’re doing”, I say.

I can feel it building thicker and faster inside me. I imagine stars exploding, neural connections in my brain popping, my nervous system mapped out across my skin, each erogenous zone a fire burning fiercely.

Even though my pussy feels like it’s about to explode, I can’t ignore the sensations elsewhere in my body. I can feel every single nuance of Jack’s hand on my wrist, and a bouquet of pins, needles and heart stopping shivers, in the area where he applies pressure to my thigh to hold my sweet perfection open.

I want it, but I don’t know how to ask. I know it’s coming but I know too that if I’m not ready, or I suddenly decide I don’t want it, it won’t matter either.

“Ready?” Jack says, reading my mind.

“I could do that all day”, Zach says, lifting himself away from me briefly.

I nod. I’ve been ready for longer than you can imagine. I’ve gone through this scenario hundreds of times in my head, a thousand more in pencil and paper, and never thought the day would actually come.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to”, Jack says.

“Fuck that”, I say, left with little other recourse but to curse my desire across.

“Who goes first?” Zach asks, and I’m unsure who the question is directed at.

“Whoever gets their condom on first”, Jack responds, beating me too it.

“That sounds, very fair”, I say, puffing the words out, squealing inside with what’s about to come.

Sex. I’ve thought about it so much you’d think I was an expert. The truth is, I’m as lost as I would be dropped into a maze and left to find my way out.

“Are you?-” I begin to ask, unsure if I have the courage to finish.

Zach and Jack look at each other and then back at me to nod. “Does that surprise you?” Jack asks, already maneuvering himself into position, the declared winner of the condom rush.

“A little”, I say.

“Relax”, Zach says, caressing my hair. “We can work it out together.”

“Just tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop”, Jack says, one hand on my thigh again to hold me apart.

“Ok”, I say, head back against the bed, eyes fixed on Zach.

At my pussy hole, I feel something thick and hot begin to press against me.

Jack’s cock is larger than anything I’ve taken before, and even though I’m super horny, it takes a few seconds of adjustment to create the necessary angle of entry.

I tilt my head to see it, rewarded subsequently by the powerful image of Jack on his knees between my open legs, his muscled caught delightfully in the milky light, one hand on the thickness of my thigh and the other on the base of his cock to guide himself inside me, inch by glorious inch.

I gasp, I moan, I breathe deeply to Zach’s reassurance and when I think there is no way I can take Jack’s hugeness inside, my pussy relents and I swallow his length inside me.

Nothing I have experienced so far on this earth even comes close. Masturbating to orgasm compared to this, is like eating gruel and never tasting fine dining.

It is so good, I have to hold my breath and tense every single muscle in my body not to come. My pussy grips onto Jack’s cock and won’t let go. I take him as deep as I can and feel him everywhere inside me at once.

“Ok?” Jack asks. “Like it?”

“Mmmhmmm”, I offer, a garbled response, too overwhelmed to form proper words.

Zach caresses the skin of my torso, working towards my breasts to draw circles around my hardened nipples, while Jack withdraws his huge cock, until his entire length is almost out of me completely, before he folds down again, rolling his hips forward and stretching his legs out, to fuck me hard and deep, his weight pressing me into the bed.

I wrap my legs around his back, lock my ankles together and pull him towards me, while Zach looks on, his eyes a marbled mix of ecstatic excitement and fraternal pride.

Jack and I roll together, our bodies as one, the sensation magnifying itself ten fold every second that passes, and despite this being the first time for us both, I feel like an expert already in an unknown field, and wonder how anything that we might do together subsequently could be good enough to beat this.

Jack is reluctant to leave me, but fair with his time, and as excited to share as he is to have me all to himself.

Zach needs little encouragement, and taking a slightly different approach, positions himself below me so I can mount him and ride his length up inside me, increasing the depth and intensity little by little as we go.

Under, above, on my knees or with my back to the wall, these men could make me feel like there is nothing in this life I want to do more.

Jack was close before he pulled out, but he held back as I have somehow managed to do too, but with Zach inside me I’m not sure I’ll be able to do the same again.

I hold Jack’s hand in mine while he watches us, my eyes moving from one incredible man to the other.

It’s closing in on me and I can feel it stronger than ever. Perfection has it’s limitations, and right now I feel like I’m peering into the abyss.

Jack, more than happy with the part he’s played in this so far, desheaths himself from his condom, edging close enough to me when he’s ready for me to take hold of his cock in my hand.

I can tell he’s close, without even needing to ask him. His glans has swollen purple with pride and twitches with every intention to explode.

“Like this?” I ask, folding his foreskin back over his crown and directing him towards my heaving breasts. Jack nods, his muscles tense, his lower lip caught between his teeth, perhaps in case it trembles too much.

“All together”, Zach says, taking control.

“All together”, I echo.

My heart beats like a drum in a tunnel, the dull thwack of blood racing through my veins. BOOM, a neuron fires, a jerk of lava along my spine, and I know I can’t hold it any more.

“Fuck”, Jack says seeing me, his cock too hot in my hands. “I’m going to-.”

“Me too”, Zach agrees, his back arched up, the muscles in his neck tense.

“I’m coming”, I moan. “Fuck, I’m coming.”

It’s orchestral. Like a symphony we explode in orgasmic ecstasy together, Jack’s cock spitting hot ribbons of silky cum across my chest, while Zach swells even larger up inside me, to deposit his load hot against my womb.

I’m shaking like a leaf in the wind, attached, but barely, to the reality it once knew. I’m gasping for air, or moaning, I’m not entirely sure which, my body hot and damp, sensitive and explosive all in one incredible, unparalleled, seemingly unending moment in time, and lost, but found all at once.

Jack has come hard, and I can only imagine Zach has done the same, and while he slowly pulls himself out of me, I feel myself come again at the thought of what we’ve just done, the consequence of it too overwhelming to ignore.

A hot hand on my forehead to gather the hair there and sweep it away in organised symmetry feels so abstract in its detail and so comforting in its casual familiarity that for a moment I’m unsure whether something has changed forever inside me. Other touches across my body make my brain hurt with activity, the skin there as sensitive as exposed nerve endings, and until the echoes of my orgasm have ebbed away, I can neither speak nor do little other that fold myself into the bed below me and smile away like an absolute maniac.

Jack lies to one side of me and Zach to the other, and when I’ve finally calmed down enough to reach out, I venture with both hands and pull them towards me.

“That”, I begin slowly, still unsure whether I’ll be able to control my voice, “was-.”

“Incredible”, the twins say in chorus, taking the words right out of my mouth.

I lower the notebook solemnly, silence filling the void my voice has now left. Marcy begins to clap slowly, reverently, the sound echoing in the enclosed space of the car.

“Did you like it?” I ask, embarrassed, but just about bolstered enough by the alcohol Marcy has obliged me to drink.

“You are something else”, Marcy says. “I can’t, I don’t even have words. You’ve made me horny. I’m horny right now. My panties are soaking wet.”

“Ewww”, I say.

Marcy is shaking her head. “Unbelievable.”

“You think it’s too much?” I ask.

“Not that, you. Such an innocent looking girl as well.”

“We all have needs, Marcy. Anyway, you asked me to bring you the dirty bits, so there you are, the dirty bits.”

“If they even knew”, Marcy says.

“Hey”, I say, “this stays between me and you. Got it? I don’t show anyone this, ever. I’m only showing you because you’re my best friend and it doesn’t matter now anyway, because what tiny slither of hope I had of this happening with Donkey is now never going to happen at all, ever, no matter how much I want it to.”

“Alright, keep your panties on E.L James, I won’t share your dirty secret double life obsession with anyone, I promise”, Marcy swears.

“Thank you”, I say.

“I might ask you to read it to me again, though.”

“Marcy!”

“Come on”, she says excitedly. “You’ve got me all horny and neither of us have got dates. This fucking sucks. This is prom night and we should be getting laid.”

I take the bottle from here and dare myself another sip of the sweet but sickly syrup. I already feel a little drunk, but fuck it. I can let myself go for one night, can’t I?

“At least he bought us the booze”, I say.

Marcy doesn’t look like she agrees with me.

“Come on, there are tonnes of great looking guys that are way better for you than Matt Briers”, I say. “At least you had a date lined up, I didn’t even have that.”

“You should have asked them”, Marcy says, taking the bottle back from me.

“They should have asked me”, I grumble, still sore that they didn’t.

“Well”, Marcy muses, “at least they’re not with anyone else instead, and you’ll see them at the afterparty won’t you?”

“I guess.”

“Exactly. Maybe you guys can find a room and you know, be all like, uh yeah, fuck me hard, I’m coming, yeah, oh yeah right there that’s it, harder, harder-.”

Marcy can’t finish her sentence for laughing, that and the fact that I push her to shut her up.

“I shouldn’t have read it to you”, I giggle. “And anyway, it was romantic, it wasn’t pornographic.”

“You have got a dangerous imagination, you know that?” Marcy says.

“Three point nine GPA”, I remind her.

“You might have got a four-point-O if you’d handed in something as sexy.”

“I might have got expelled”, I suggest.

“I can’t wait to read how it turns out”, Marcy says, nodding towards my notebook.

“That’s it”, I say. “I couldn’t write anymore because-”, I pause, thinking how best to lie myself out of a sentence I’ve accidentally found myself halfway through. “-Mom had dinner on the table”, I choose as the most plausible option.

I don’t know if Marcy believes me but she doesn’t push it. I certainly don’t tell her that I couldn’t write anymore because I was too busy coming hard at my own imagination. If the fantasy itself wasn’t embarrassing enough already, the fact I couldn’t exercise enough willpower to stop myself from masturbating definitely is.

“You’ll have to find another set of twins at college to perv over”, Marcy suggests.

“I don’t think I’ll ever find anyone like Donkey”, I say, “And perv, is way stronger than what I’ve been doing.”

“Binoculars at race practise”, Marcy reminds me.

“Your idea”, I counter. “And besides which, you found that spot. Don’t deny you enjoyed those Wednesdays as much as me.”

“You’re right”, Marcy confesses. “Donkey is a very special animal indeed. It’s going to take a lot to tame that one.”

I feel suddenly worried and a whole lot jealous. “I bet it doesn’t take long”, I say. “LSU football team and potential professional careers in any one of a number of sports is quite appealing if you ask me.”

“No-one managed to catch their eye at Walter Willis high for too long”, Marcy suggests.

“Come on, Marcy, our high school and this community is tiny compared to what awaits them”, I say. “I’ve lost them, that’s it. At the end of the summer, Donkey are going to be out of my life forever.”

“Come on, don’t be so morose.”

She passes me the bottle and then offers me a cigarette but I don’t take it. “You’re still next door neighbours, that’s not going to change any time soon is it?”

“Yeah, a constant reminder of what could have been”, I muse.

“You’ll get to college in the fall and men will be falling over themselves to be with you”, Marcy says. “I know you don’t believe it Jenny, but you are a beautiful girl.”

“Seriously?” I ask.

“Seriously”, she confirms.

“You don’t just have to say that because we’re best friends, you know?” I say.

“I’m not saying it because we’re best friends, I’m saying it because it’s true. Honestly. I mean, look at me compared to you. I’ve got red hair that won’t go straight no matter how hard I force it to, I’ve got buck teeth, freckles, fat arms and worse tits.”

“You have not got fat arms”, I say. “Or worse tits.”

“The point is”, Marcy continues. “We get what we get and the sooner you make peace with that, the better. There’ll be someone for you, Jenny, and you’ll find them soon enough, whether it’s Donkey or not.”

“Thanks”, I say.

“Sure”, Marcy says. “And by the way, let anyone read that notebook of yours and you’ll have men buzzing around you like flies.”

I put the notebook into my bag and shut the clasp. “No one is reading that but me”, I say.

“Spoilsport”, Marcy jokes.

Less than a mile away from here, hundreds of men and women on the cusp of adulthood are dancing around a school hall, flirting outrageously and experiencing a number of things I’m not, both good and bad. I’m dressed up, but if I’m honest, I’m happier here with Marcy, getting drunk on cheap alcohol, than I would be down there, alone or with anyone else but Donkey. I’m not missing out if the thing I want isn’t a viable option.

Perhaps Jack and Zach were right, one girl taking two guys probably would be weird. I guess my parents are probably relieved too. Me not going has definitely saved them a hell of a lot of money.

We’ll go to the after party, chillout, show our faces, say goodbye to the people we’ll never see again, and that will be more than enough, without the formality of an over-hyped ballroom dance to enable us to do so. I can do without that pressure anyway, and to be honest, I’ve never liked being the center of attention after all. I’m much better as the girl that blends into the crowd, the one that’s never meant to take the limelight, the person whose name nobody even remembers. I’m a cameo role in other people’s lives, a bit part that, in the grand scheme of things, doesn’t matter at all.

Fuck it. I guess I just need to accept the truth and move on. I’m never going to be the fucking protagonist because I’m just not cast for that role.

“You okay?” Marcy asks me, and I realize I’m staring blankly out of the windshield vaguely at the lights of our town beyond.

“Sure”, I say and shrug.

“Good”, Marcy says, “because there is no way I can drink the rest of this alone and then drive back down that hill in a straight line.”

“Done”, I say, taking the bottle from her.

“And, by the way, coming on your tits, nice touch.”

I nearly spit out the drink all over the dash.

“Breasts, Marcy”, I say, when I’ve recomposed myself. “Keep it classy.”

Marcy snatches the bottle back in a fit of giggles, and I pretend for a while I won’t let her have it.

“Read it to me again”, she says, when I’ve finally given in.

“Once upon a time”, I begin, trying my best not to laugh, “there were two guys with these massive cocks, both called Donkey-”, and even before we open the second small bottle of rum, and I’ve fantasized again about my next door neighbors, I know I’m way drunker than I’ve ever been before.

I have the feeling that this is going to be a night to remember, I won’t be able to remember.