Page 50 of The Boys Next Door

She was dimly aware of Brendan fondling her hanging breasts, pinching her ripe nipples and whispering reassurances in her ear as Ian began to fuck her in earnest. And when Brendan started to move too, thrusting upward with his hips when Ian moved backward, every movement rippling through her full crotch — she’d never imagined this. She’d never imagined it could be like this.

Sparks of pleasure shot outward from her bursting pussy. A large hand squeezed her mound, fingers caressing her exposed clit. Ian, from behind. His muscular arm pressed again her hip, his hand cupping her cunt just above his brother’s cock piercing her soaked core.

“Enough…” she moaned, barely aware. “I can’t — I don’t— so much—“

But there was nothing she could do. Nothing, except sob with need as, oh God, her pussy and ass clamped down on the twins’ cocks.

“Fuck, yeah,” Ian grunted. He pressed more firmly on her clit. “Come on, Diana. Do it. Fucking come right now.”

“Come for us, Di,” Brendan murmured. His lust-heavy eyes moved over her naked curves on top of him. “Come hard. You’ve needed this from the beginning.”

She had no choice. Their cocks just kept moving and moving and moving, nudging up a tidal wave that spilled over when Ian pinched her clit.

“God, oh God, oh God…” She was crying helplessly now because there was no way she could handle the intense pleasure that rocked her body and pitched her over the edge. Her heated cunt rippled around Brendan’s cock, her sensitive ass gripped Ian’s cock. Her whole crotch was hot and slick and creamy as she shook through an orgasm that didn’t end.

Animal growls from above, groans of pleasure from below, met her ears. Was Ian really pulling almost all the way out, her ass clinging tightly to his slippery shaft, and slowly but firmly pushing back in?

Yes. He was. And Brendan was squeezing her hip with one hand and cupping her breast with the other, fucking her pussy just as deeply. More tears washed over her face as she came again.

Ian’s cock twitched against her tight ring of muscles. His hand tightened on her mound, fingers slipping over her juicy lips. Between his rough gasps, she heard him pant, “Diana…”

“Ian,” she whispered. She focused on receiving him. Opening to him. Letting him in. Hot cum spurted into her ass, and Jesus, she could feel every splash of his cream as she took Ian deep inside her.

As she breathed with him, held in place, Brendan grasped both her hips firmly, thrusting long and hard into her tight satiny pussy until his deep sounds of fulfillment washed over her.

Arms surrounded Diana as she collapsed on the bed, tangled up with warm male flesh. A soft wet tongue grazed her face. Ian was licking the tears off her cheeks. She lay exhausted, wedged between the twins, while the needle went around and around at the end of the record.

Chapter Six

Shower steam fogged the mirror. Diana had just rubbed it clear, but she wiped it again with her palm, peering at herself through the humid heat.

It was Saturday night. She’d graduated two days ago. For the first time in her life, school didn’t hang over her head. Sure, college loomed on the horizon in August, but it was far, far away. The future looked as hazy as the mist on the mirror, blurring the familiar heart-shaped face and wide blue eyes and dark hair dripping with water.

She was okay with that. Right now, anything could happen.

Friday morning, she’d woken up alone. Music drifted through her open window: mellow, from a distance, but loud enough to wake her. She stretched, burying her yawn in her pillow. Her bare curves, tangled up in her covers, felt sore in the best kind of way. She wasn’t sure why her pussy and ass were throbbing, a little uncomfortable but so very good, but oh shit, it was a weekday morning, and she had to get to schoolright now.

Half-awake, she stumbled out of bed, scrabbling frantically on her desk for her books with one hand and her glasses with the other while it dawned on her that she was completely naked. Then her hand met the crunch of a paper bag, full and heavy, and she stopped short.

Soft rhythmic thuds pulled her attention outside. Diana blinked at the twins’ Jeep, empty and parked in the O’Brians’ wide driveway. Music poured from the car.

A lone twin dribbled a basketball on the concrete, the ball leaving his hand with precision and sailing through the net. The rising sun lit his ragged gray t-shirt and drawstring shorts, already damp with patches of sweat, and outlined the constant motion of his sleek muscles.

Feeling like a spy, Diana watched Ian while he thought no one was watching him. It was too far to see the freckle, but she didn’t doubt which twin had gotten up before the world was awake. She knew that look of concentration on his face. She’d seen it last night, twisting over her shoulder to look up at him as he —

Oh God. Last night. Graduation night.

She gripped the edge of her desk as her body clenched. She honestly couldn’t believe how far she’d gone with the boys next door. She wouldn’t, except that her whole crotch ached deliciously, her thighs were sticky with the twins’ cum and her own cream, her skin remembered thick cocks taking her past anything she’d expected to handle, and there on her desk, next to her graduation speech about ‘surprising yourself,’ lay the paper bag Brendan had brought over, rustling gently in the breeze from the open window. He must have put everything back inside: the plug, the lube.

Outside, the ball flew through the hoop again and again, the swift motions of Ian’s body sending prickles down her own full curves. Jesus, she was naked and scented with sex right now, ogling Ian in a totally private moment while the neighborhood was asleep. And now he was stripping off his sweat-soaked shirt and throwing it onto the grass.

Seeing Ian so focused, half-naked, without that cocky grin he always showed the world — goosebumps pricked Diana’s skin in the cool morning air. Right this minute, she could climb out of her room. Clamber down the big tree outside her window, completely naked. Let the branches scrape her bare curves, skin her knees on the ground, and jump Ian in his driveway, now panting and slick with sweat.

She’d catch him off-guard. Take him by surprise. Tease him into wrestling her soft body on the O’Brians’ landscaped front lawn, covering her with hickeys in front of the sleeping neighborhood while he fondled and squeezed her exaggerated curves. Then he’d roll her over on her hands and knees, grass pressing against her skin, and drive his hot cock right into her soaked core, grunting as he fucked her hard and fast…

Ian really had dropped to the grass, his muscles flexing through a series of furious pushups. Diana had eyed the twins in their driveway plenty of times while she told herself she was studying: Brendan and Ian shooting hoops, tinkering with their car, yelling and laughing and trash-talking with other guys, preferably all shirtless. This was different. Her pussy tingled, begging her hand to snake between her legs and stroke her swollen lips. She bent over her desk, opening her thighs just a little and pressing her heavy breasts against the hard surface…oh yes.

“Please, Ian,” she whispered. It felt so good to plead. She could feel his hands grip her thighs, holding them open as he stared at the warm cream trickling from her eager cunt. “I need you, Ian.”

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