Page 27 of The Boys Next Door

Now she did, and she put it to full use. Two handsome faces stared at her pussy with the same intent expression as the dildo disappeared almost completely into her cunt, then eased nearly all the way back out. Diana began to pant as she thrust faster, keeping the same slow touch on her clit. Brendan had taught her that, she thought in a fog. He’d taught her how incredibly good a gentle touch on her clit felt while her pussy was being ferociously fucked.

When fingers met the sensitive skin where her thighs joined her crotch, massaging her firmly on both sides, pulling her juicy lips open wide and exposing her soft pink pussy completely to two pairs of eyes, she cried out, bucking her hips.

A hand clapped over her mouth. Brendan’s. His lust-glazed eyes moved over her as she licked his palm instinctively, moaning into his large hand as her hips thrust upwards to meet the dildo. God, she was writhing naked on the bed, caught between two fully dressed guys devouring her with their eyes and holding her thighs down firmly whenever she tried to move. She needed those fingers massaging the edge of her crotch to slip into her warm wet valley — soooo badly — but before she could ask or plead, her pussy convulsed around the dildo.

She cried out again into Brendan’s palm, sucking the warm salty skin as she came, her pussy clamping on the thick rod buried inside her with incredible tightness. Oh God — Ian was reaching into his boxers with his free hand, pulling out his engorged cock, fisting it as he watched her wriggle and shriek into his brother’s hand. A pearly drop of liquid hung from the tip. His breathing was ragged.

Eventually, she let go of her clit, breath slowing, one hand dropping weakly to the bed. Assured fingers pulled the dildo from her cunt, and she moaned again as it slid out of her.

Brendan uncovered her mouth. Smoothing back her sweaty hair, he kissed her forehead and stood up. God, he was gorgeous — stripping off his t-shirt, muscles rippling as he bent to pull down his shorts. Fingers met her pussy suddenly, dipping into her creamy wetness, and she squirmed. Too sensitive — no, so good — Ian watched her as he worked his fingers into her pussy, his other hand still stroking his cock, more liquid dripping from the tip. Diana couldn’t help reaching out to grasp his thick shaft, moaning when he pinched her swollen lips.

A slow grin spread over Ian’s face. But when she began to rub her thumb over the slick head, pumping his cock the way he’d shown her in the treehouse, he gripped her hand with his.

“Not yet.” His whisper was throaty. He began to climb over her. Large hands closed over her tingling breasts. Lips met hers from above — Brendan’s, she realized. She pulled back.

“Brendan,” she whispered. Her fantasy — from history class — she could make it real. Had she honestly thought she’d send the twins home after she came? “Behind me. And Ian in front of me.”

The twins exchanged surprised glances over her head. Clearly, they’d had something else in mind. Too bad. They’d climbed into her room, they’d invaded her turf, they’d interrupted her study session, and she’d just put on a show with her own dildo -- at their demand. Sweaty and exhausted as she was, she met their gazes. They both had to be so turned on right now, and God, so was she.

Before she knew it, Brendan was helping her up, turning her over, easing her onto her hands and knees on the bed. Limp from her orgasm, she let him arrange her without protest. Not that she wanted to protest. Brendan’s hands were so warm, massaging all over her body. She moaned softly when both hands found her ass from behind, caressing and squeezing her round cheeks, and gasped when he spread them open, cool air hitting her wet pussy. God — he could see everything from back there.

Ian, naked now, climbed in front of her, lounging at the head of her bed with her pillows piled underneath him and his meaty cock pointing straight at her face.

“You know what to do, baby.” His hands buried themselves in her dark hair, pulling it as he rubbed the back of her head. “Suck me the way you sucked Brendan. He said your mouth is so sexy.”

Diana’s answer was lost in a moan when Brendan’s fingers slipped over her warm cunt, spreading her soaked lips. His other hand cupped one round, swaying breast. Something firm nudged her opening, and she instinctively pushed her hips back.

Yes — that was his cock — sliding smoothly inside her pussy in one long deep stroke, opening up her tightness, feeling even larger from behind as he held himself still against her. When she whimpered, wriggling to get used to his thickness, he squeezed her breast reassuringly, rubbing her back with his free hand. And even though he hadn’t asked permission, suddenly it was very important to her to hear Ian do it.

“Ask nicely.” Diana was panting, but she made herself look right at Ian.

“You’d love to hear that, wouldn’t you.” Ian’s eyes burned straight through her body, setting her nipples on fire and tightening her pussy around his brother’s fully sheathed cock. Brendan groaned softly behind her, his fingers moving on her breast. Diana could feel his sheer male bulk pressing against her soft ass and thighs, and she spasmed around him again. His cock was stretching her open, penetrating her so deeply, and he wasn’t even moving yet. His balls, firm and soft at the same time, teased her swollen pussy lips. Her rumpled sheets pressed against her palms and knees. “You’d love to hear me beg.”

“And I’m going to.” Lust had taken her over completely, her hot gaze swallowing Ian’s. Slowly, deliberately, she dropped to her elbows, leaned forward, flicked out her tongue, and lapped up the dew that hung from the tip of his cock. Ian twitched. “Don’t you want to feel my mouth, Ian? Don’t you want to” — oh God, what to say, how could she do this — “pump your hot cum down my throat?”

Ian’s eyebrows shot up. His face was flushed. His cock was a deep red. Diana’s heart was pounding now, and she jumped when the fullness in her tingling cunt eased off, then intensified.

Brendan was beginning to slowly, sensuously fuck her from behind. One hand held her hip in place. Fingers rolled her hard nipple, gently pinching. God, he was watching all of this, hearing it, and she couldn’t see his face to know what he thought of the interaction between her and his brother. All she knew was that his cock jerked inside her at her dirty words.

“Do it,” Ian whispered. “Suck me, you hot bitch.”

Jesus. She should be angry, but her pussy, clasping Brendan’s cock as he sank into her again and again, felt differently.

“That’s not very polite.” She gave Ian a winning smile, trying not to collapse in a gasp when Brendan changed his angle, hitting her soaked cunt deeper. His hand left her breast and caressed its way down the slope of her belly, making her suck in her breath. “Use your manners.”

“I don’t have any manners.”

“You can do it, Ian.” She copied Brendan’s encouraging tone. “I believe in you.”

Oh my God. He was actually quivering, his cock jerking in front of her. His breath was coming faster.

“Suck me, baby,” he whispered, “Suck me, Diana.”

“Better.” She raised her eyebrows and gave his engorged head one little lick. He groaned softly. “But not good enough.”

“Pleeeaaase.” The breath hissed out of him. “Please, Diana. Suck my cock.”

“Good job.” Heady power and lust surged through her body. She couldn’t keep a grin from spreading over her face. “You’re a good boy, Ian.”

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