Page 11 of The Boys Next Door

Fingers eased out of her still-spasming cunt, slick with cream. More fingers gave her clit a final caress, making her cunt twitch and contract. The salty scent of her pussy met her nose.

“Taste yourself, baby,” Ian rasped. “Lick my fingers.”

And oh Jesus yes, she was taking his fingers eagerly into her mouth, swirling her tongue over them as he stroked slowly in and out of her mouth just like he had in her pussy.

Unthinking, her hands reached out to both sides, running over hard male bodies and smooth warm skin until her palms closed over two engorged, hot, pulsing cocks. The sudden identical groans from both twins would have made her laugh if she weren’t still unbelievably turned on, her pussy tingling and begging to be filled again.

“Like this.” Ian’s fingers wrapped around her hand, moving her palm over his cock rhythmically. “Don’t fight me. Do what I do.”

His cock felt amazing, Diana thought, so soft and hard at the same time, heavy in her hand. She tried the same movements with Brendan’s cock, but his hand wasn’t over hers; he just stroked her arm, and she wondered if he was content to let her explore. Then she felt him shifting position.

“Open your mouth,” he whispered. Obediently, her lips parted and met satiny hot skin, smooth and rounded.

His cock, she thought hazily. He’s putting his cock in my mouth. Brendan’s cock was thick and she had to open her mouth wider as he fed it to her, stopping when the fat head and an inch or two of the shaft were engulfed in her mouth.

“Lick it, sweetness,” he murmured. Ian’s breathing was coming faster on her other side, and he moved her hand more firmly over his meaty penis. But Brendan didn’t seem to be in any rush. He caressed her hair, rubbing his thumb over her cheek. “Swirl your tongue over the head. That’s right. Just like that. Good girl, Diana.” He was massaging the back of her neck now. “You’re doing so well.”

She was a bad girl, she was a good girl — who knew what the truth really was. All she knew was that she was sprawled naked in the twins’ treehouse, her creamy pussy aching for more touch, her head heavy like this was a dream, everything warm and slowed down a little in the darkness with a cock filling her mouth, another filling her hand that felt harder and harder, fingers in her hair, a palm rubbing her belly so intimately that she was moaning now around Brendan’s cock, and—

“Let go,” Ian whispered. His hand left hers. Startled, she let go of his cock and heard him moving. Hands spread her thighs firmly, and she moaned more loudly when two thumbs stroked her sopping pussy lips, spreading them open. Then she cried out, her voice muffled by Brendan’s cock, as something thick and hard prodded her tight entrance.

“Ian,” she hissed, pulling her mouth off Brendan’s cock. “What are you doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing, baby?”

“You can’t just— come up and—“ Her head was spinning again. “This is my virginity we’re talking about.”

“Which one of us do you want first?” Brendan murmured. His hand was still in her hair. “You decide.”

First? Oh, God. She’d known this was where things were going, of course she’d known, but it was really— they really— They really both expected to have sex with her. Maybe one right after the other. And no matter how many times she’d fantasized about being with more than one guy, the reality was…real. This was real. Completely real, and not in her control like a fantasy. And so much hotter.

She opened her mouth to say that she wanted Brendan first, but Ian was rubbing his cock all over her juicy pussy, setting her on fire. More cream oozed out of her pussy, and she knew from his hiss of breath that he could feel it. She couldn’t stand the thought of him pulling away from her, losing the contact of his fat head with her slippery cunt.

“Ian!” she cried out. “Please, Ian…”

He let out a long exhalation. “Please what, baby?”

She didn’t think she could be embarrassed at this point, but her face was hot again. “You know,” she panted.

“Say it.”

She breathed in and out. The treehouse was very quiet. Outside, the crickets chirped. Brendan’s hand had stopped moving in her hair. Everything was still.

“Say it, Diana.” Ian’s face was barely visible, leaning over her, his eyes locked on hers. His face wasn’t giving anything away. But a shock of excitement ran over Diana’s body from bottom to top.

Her name. For the first time tonight, he’d said her name.

She let out a shuddering breath. “Fuck me, Ian,” she pleaded softly.

His eyes opened wide, then narrowed. Diana’s stomach twisted with excitement and nerves at the sheer lust on his face. Gripping her hip with one hand, he grasped his cock and pointed it downward, sliding it over her soaked lips, until the head nestled at her entrance. Then he pushed.

“Ian!” she screamed. Even if she didn’t have a cherry for him to breach, she was tight, but so slippery that he sank halfway in on the first thrust. He eased back a little, then thrust again, until he was buried in her warm cunt.

“Oh God,” Diana moaned, shocked. “This is— you’re so big.” And her dildo had only barely prepared her pussy for this kind of invasion.

“Open your legs, sweetness,” Brendan murmured. He’d moved behind her so her head rested in his lap. She was grateful for his strong hands, rubbing her shoulders.

Her own hands clutched Ian’s muscular back; her pussy quivered around his thick rod. He hadn’t stopped staring into her eyes, and she felt completely naked, completely exposed, and completely committed to not looking away first. If she was really going to get over her shyness, she was doing it all the way.

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