I spend a long time getting ready, curling my long hair so it hangs in nice waves over my shoulders. When I dress, I intentionally don't put on a bra--my breasts are so perky and big, and I've noticed the way Chris's eyes linger over them.

So I put on a strapless dress knowing that the more revealing the better. As I look at myself in the full-length mirror, I begin imagining Chris looking at me in this dress, and my nipples get hard at the idea.

I don't even put on any panties, not wanting anything to get in the way. The idea of me standing over a pot, stirring supper, knowing underneath this tiny dress there is nothing keeping my body from his, gets my pussy wet.

I'm getting all hot and bothered just thinking about it. As I stand in the bedroom a few minutes longer than necessary, I can't help but let a finger trail between my legs. I touch myself again, fantasizing about Chris taking me.

I blush remembering his thick cock, remembering the way he held my ass as he thrust into my wet pussy. I touch myself tenderly, my de-flowering still fresh in my mind. I rub my finger in a tight little circle over my clit, remembering how I bounced on top of Chris's cock, my tits pressed against his chest. He had pulled one into his mouth, sucking my nipple. And all I want next is his mouth on my pussy.

I want him to fuck me there, too. My fingers get wet as I think about Chris taking me again. That doesn't compare with how wet I become the moment I imagine Luke taking me at the same time.

I told Chris my dream of being filled by both of them, and I still can't believe I uttered those words out loud.

Chris didn't seem to judge me for my longings, but I also didn't explicitly tell him what I wanted. The two of them at once.

I hear the door to the farmhouse open, and my finger stops moving, but then I hear Chris's footsteps up the stairs, and then I hear a shower turn on. He must be getting ready for our date. Knowing I still have time to finish what I started, I pull the dress up, over my waist and lay on my bed, my knees falling so I can touch myself deeper, more. But not just with my fingers this time.

I'm so hot and horny, thinking about Chris and Luke taking me together, I can't help but reach into my nightstand and get out my vibrating dildo.

I run my wet fingers all over it, then press it again my cunt, having practiced this so many times before. I may have been virgin before today, but I was a dirty one.

The dildo is big, a nice long shaft, but pressing it inside of me now doesn't hold the same magic it had even a day ago. Now I've been filled with a real man; a man whose cock wasn't plastic. Chris's cock was hard and smooth, and a foot long. My pussy tightens around the synthetic dick, and I start moaning, pressing the power button on--and increasing the vibrations to fast, faster, faster still.

Oh yeah, that's right.

I thrust my hips up as I fuck myself, groaning as I do, imagining Luke here with me, his dick deep inside me, as Chris watches.

My pussy drips, my sheets are soaked, and I pull down my sundress, plucking my nipples with my fingers as I move the dildo in and out of me.

"Luke, fuck me, fuck me now," I moan, my eyes closed, my breasts bouncing as I move the fake cock in and out of, harder and harder, as my pussy throbs.

I'm so lost in reverie I don't even hear the front door open, another person walk inside. I don't hear anything until I see everything.

Luke is home, in my room, watching me come, his name still hanging in the air.

"Luke," I gasp, pulling the dildo from my cunt.

He just shakes his head, shuts the bedroom door.

"Put that back where it belongs," he tells me. His eyes on mine. I feel so exposed to him; this man who knows how to take care of my material needs and has been for so long.

Could he possibly want to take care of my physical needs too?

"You want me to...," I look at the dildo in my hand.

"Let me watch you, sweetheart. Let me watch you touch yourself."

I bite my lip, wanting so badly to please him. Wanting him to stay. In fact, I realize, I want him to watch.

"You want to watch me fill my pussy with this cock, step-daddy?"

He groans in pleasure, sitting down on the bed beside me.

Where did he come from? I thought he was going to be gone all night. It's as if I just imagined him and he appeared.

"That is exactly what I want, so be a good girl and show me." Luke's eyes are heavy with need, delight. I know I am pleasing him.

Without any apprehension, I turn the vibrator back on, press it to myself, and let it rub against my clit. I'm purring in pleasure, and Luke spreads my knees farther apart, his head close to my pussy.

"You smell so good, sweetheart. I want to taste you, I've wanted to taste you for so damn long."

I let the vibrator drop to the floor, the hum of the dildo hitting against the hardwood floor.

"You've wanted me?" I ask, my voice so small and soft as if I'm scared his words might frighten me away. As if I'm scared his words are going to be the thing I've wanted to hear for so long.

Luke's hands are on my knees, his face between my legs. "I've wanted you for far too long. I've wanted you since the day we met. I knew I couldn't have you then, and didn't let myself dream that I could have you now."

"You can, Luke. You can have me now." I run my hands through his hair as his mouth nears my dripping pussy. He starts kissing my folds, his tongue licking me up and down. My eyelids flutter close, it's too much -- having him between my legs, telling me how badly he's wanted me, and for how long.

His hands grip my hips, he's kneeling on the floor, his head moving as he licks me and sucks me. My clit is on fire, my body alive.

I'm moaning, knowing I need to tell him about Chris, but unable to ask him to stop. How could I? This is everything I've ever wanted -- both the men I have dreamt of for so long are offering themselves to me.

And I am taking what they give so freely.

His tongue works magic on me, and I sigh, knowing that stupid dildo on the floor was a wasted purchase, nothing compares to Chris's cock and Luke's mouth. My pussy is pouring now, and I hear Luke groan in pleasure as he eats me out, my creamy cunt in his face, and I just want more. Everything.

I want him to strip me down and spank my naughty ass, to tell me he knows what a wicked, dirty girl I am, lusting after my step-daddy and his best friend. Of course, he doesn't know that second part yet.

Oh no, I think, my fingers gripping the sheets as I gush, my pussy flooding with the desire I've pent up for so long. This can't work, it isn't right. Chris thinks I am getting ready for him, for our date. He said we can work our way through steps 2 - 99 to make up for our fast fuck.

Tears fill my eyes, both from the orgasm crashing over me and the realization that my body took over, and I literally lost my mind.

Before I can tell Luke the truth, though, my bedroom door creaks open.

My eyes fly open.

Chris is standing in the doorway, wearing nothing but a towel, his chiseled chest taunting me. But then my eyes raise to his.

He isn't smiling, he's staring at my dripping pussy and his best friend who he caught licking it.