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.

If these twins turn out to be my stepbrothers, what we are doing now is going to be almost impossible. This could be my one and only chance to have them, and because of that I’m getting as much out of this as I can.

Zach has come prepared. He passes a condom to his brother, while he pulls his out of the packet and slides it on.

“Have you done this before?” I ask.

Zach shakes his head, Jack too. They could have had any girl in the school and they’ve waited for their moment with me.

“Don’t kill me if I come too soon”, Zach jokes, his cock hovering at the sticky entrance to my sensitivity.

“I promise I won’t”, I say, secretly delighted and overwhelming proud these two haven’t yet turned into jocks in the sense that they feel the need to constantly be the best, even in here.

In my mind, whatever happens next, they have done everything right. This can only become even more perfect, regardless of how long they last. Knowing Zach, however, coming too soon will mean going all night until I beg him to stop.

I feel his crown at my entrance, throbbing so hard it might make its own way inside whether Zach decides to push or not.

“Ready?” he asks, smoldering eyes tilted up towards me for confirmation.

“Fuck me, Zach”, I say, and then place Jack’s cock on my lips so I can slide it into my mouth in synchronization as soon as Zach penetrates me.

What begins as a centralized focal point of pressure, turns into a wave of absolutely ecstatic bliss as Zach rolls his hips forward, thrusts his cock head strongly into my entrance and disappears perfectly up inside me in one single, incredible, unbroken movement, that forces a muffled moan so hard against Jack’s cock, I think he’s made me come.

I tremble hard, a series of shivers working their way around my body, each one gaining in intensity, until finally I manage to control whatever unworldly sensation has taken over my body, and I relax into the bed, both boys up to their balls inside me, a warm heat swimming in every single nerve ending and patch of skin that covers my entire being from head to toe.

If penetration is that good, God knows this orgasm when it comes will blow me completely out of the water.

“Are you ok?” Zach asks, but I’m way too deep into it to be able to form an answer. I push back on his cock as the best way to answer the question, and he seems to understand, withdrawing his meat slightly, before falling into a rhythm that pushes me higher and higher with every single movement.

I don’t know whether it’s always this good, or whether it’s this good because it’s the first time or because I’ve wanted it so long or only because we love each other. I think about that as Zach fucks me slowly and I wank his brother’s cock into my mouth and I think about it again when he fucks me hard, his balls banging against my pussy to redden the milky white skin there, and Jack holds the back of my head to balance himself while he pulls my mouth onto his cock.

I could never write anything to do this justice, and everything I’ve ever written before just pales in comparison when I think about it. How can you translate an emotion into words when words haven’t even been invented to describe the complexity and intensity of the emotion you are feeling, especially when it’s something so often associated with the perverse, the dirty or the amoral?

Wanting these boys to fuck me so hard I scream, takes nothing away from the beauty of this moment, and if anything, it only serves to enhance it. Having these boys show their emotion to me and then having me show mine back in turn just speaks volumes about the raw purity of our desire for each other. It tells me about need and fulfillment, about wish and desperation and about how much we truly mean to each other. There is no better moment to see the truth about someone than the moment they orgasm hard. At that moment we are at our most honest and most vulnerable.

I love these boys and I love even more the men that they have turned into. I knew that before tonight, and tonight has only confirmed it. What I also know now is how much these boys love me. That’s incredibly special, and something I thought would never happen over a million pages of a notebook, a thousand hours of dreams or five billion rotations of the earth. I just didn’t think the world worked like that, but here we are, all of us, friends for years and finally now lovers. Donkey and me, me and Donkey, the three of us making each other come.

Zach gives way to his brother and Jack, finally, has his moment inside me. We fuck softly at first, and then much harder after we lock into rhythm together on my knees, on my back, up against the wall and flattened across the desk. I have Jack inside me while Zach plays with my clit, and then Zach inside me while Jack watches, his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, tugging himself in rhythm to the intensity of my moans.

With both boys we cycle through a number of different positions, neither one of us keen to come too soon for fear of missing out, or eager to admit the sensation is near to overwhelming us.

Finally, having grazed the edge a number of times, and aware that a natural conclusion is coming, I find myself unable to avoid it. I’m going to come whether I like it or not, and when I do, and I’ve had time to adjust to the new world order, I’m going to insist we begin again.

With my voice almost completely snatched away from me, I communicate in gasps and moans somehow getting my message across.

Jack and Zach nod in unison, that telepathic twin thing working to full capacity. I’m hot and tingly and it feels like every time Jack slaps his dick inside me I’m going to explode into a million pieces. Zach has his cock in my mouth, but I want to watch him come all over my tits, and feel the heat of his cock when it leaves him. Next time I’ll swap them around, and have Zach up inside me with Jack to my side. When we’ve got far enough down the line together, I might make them both fuck me at once, both of my holes filled, but that’s for another time and hopefully not when we are step siblings.

It’s coming, I can feel it. I can feel the muscles of my pussy contracting in preparation, while goose pimples dot my skin and the hair on the back on my arms stands up.

I can feel it in Donkey too. One more jerk and Zach will explode all over me, one more deep thrust and Jack’s cum is going to shoot out of his perfect cock and deep inside my pussy, hunting for my womb.

“I’m going to-, fuck oh fuck, I’m going to-”, I gasp, the rest of the sentence melting into a mess of sounds and barely formed words, as the world’s biggest orgasm rips so hard through me, I think I’ve actually created a temporal shift.

There is a pause for a moment, like the world has come to a standstill and I’m watching all of this in slow motion, while my heart skips about a thousand beats, and my leg jerks out uncontrollably.

My pussy is spasming, my clit feels like it’s swollen to the size of a balloon and my skin feels itchy and brilliant all at the same time. When the world explodes into motion again, I watch Jack’s chest puff up, the muscles in his neck go tense and feel his cock head swell.

When Jack comes, his brother can’t hold back either, literally covering my heaving chest in more cum than I have ever seen. It takes a good half a minute and a dozen pumps before he’s finally spent, all of which time Jack is far too overwhelmed by his own orgasm to do anything but gasp in pleasure.

I come hard again at that, and then again when Jack slowly pulls his dick out of me. I don’t think I stop coming for a good long while after both boys have calmed down, and I can’t speak for about fifteen minutes after that either.

We lie in bed together, in silence but for the race to catch our breaths, while Zach’s hot cum begins to dry on my chest.

Jack is the first to speak. He turns to me and takes my hand in his. “Why the fuck did we wait so long?”

I can’t help but laugh, Zach too.

“That was, better than I imagined”, I say.

“How many times have you imagined?” Zach asks.

“Every fucking night”, I say, without even over-exaggerating.

We lie in silence for a while longer. “I can’t believe we just did that”, Zach says. “I never thought we’d actually do it.”

“That’s not why you came over?” I ask, “You know, with two condoms in your wallet.”

“Jack’s idea”, Zach confesses. “And anyway, I wouldn’t be so presumptuous. I mean, what kind of people do you think we are?”

He lets the question hang for a moment before continuing.

“We brought six”, he adds finally.

I laugh. “You asshole.”

“When does your Mom come back?” Jack asks.

“Not for a while yet?” I say.

“Good”, Jack says. “Because there is no way that I’m letting those condoms go to waste.”

“Simon says, don’t go back to Louisiana”, I say, both hands reaching for both boys to tease both cocks back to full erectness.

“I know”, Jack moans.

“Maybe you’ll just have to come with us”, Zach adds. “You know, as a football groupie.”

“Maybe I will”, I say, leaning into him to begin again and keen not to focus too much on it anyway. “We’ll definitely have to work something out, I mean, we’ve got a long time to catch up on after all.”

Who knows what’s going to happen after tonight? I might even wake up in the morning and realize this was all a dream, and because of that I’m not going to waste a single minute.

Bed shaking, pulse racing, and screams echoing right to the end of the street, I’m going to make these boys show me what stamina really means one multiple orgasm at a time. If I’m exhausted by the morning, so be it. Even if I died here, it would still be worth it.

One night with these boys is worth more than all the time I spent waiting for it, all the time I might have to for it to happen again.

That’s a thought for another moment though, because right now, I’ve got two things on my mind and I’m not planning on letting either of them out of my sight, Louisiana or no Louisana.