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  There wasn’t exactly a lot of bad press out there about having your pussy eaten out.

  Joel was quick to take the prize. As I was sprawled out on the sofa, he kissed me straight on the lips again, but this time, he didn't linger. His lips descended my body, kissing me all along the way. My neck, my chest, my breasts, my abdomen, all of it leading down between my legs.

  When he finally laid those lips right on my clit, I damn near came from that alone, the sudden bliss shooting through me strong. His hands weren't idle, going down my body right along with his lips. They caressed me, invaded me.

  That was when he stopped.

  "Your awkwardness...the tightness. Jerm's little sister is still a virgin, ain't she?"

  I swallowed, acting as if him saying that sort of thing was going to disqualify me from having the two of them, even though the clear smile on his face should have told me otherwise.

  "Never knew the Jerm was that good at birth control."

  They laughed to themselves. After a moment, I laughed too. He really was.

  Sending the point home that my virginity was a pro and not a con for him, Joel thrust his tongue inside me, another sheer spike of delight rushing through my body. A rub of my clit, and he was off to work. He sucked up my juices so happily, and the building bliss inside me was better than I had ever thought it could be. My legs draped around him, letting him have full access to me and all of my previously private parts.

  It took me a bit, too distracted by the deftness of Joel's fingers and tongue to realize that Logan wasn't going to be satisfied with being a voyeur. My eyes darted over and caught him stripping down.

  They weren't lying when they said their job at the firehouse gave them a whole lot of time to work out. God, he was ripped to shreds, and to send the point home? His chest was as smooth as a baby's ass.

  Pants followed, and I suddenly became a little bit intimidated of what I had gotten myself into. He was a bit...on the large side, let's say, and if he and Joel were twins, I doubted it was likely his brother was that different.

  Looking at all of him, though, it really was a dream come true. Like, he literally walked out of my dream into my face.

  Joel didn't let me ogle his brother for too long, doing his damnedest to remind me just what was happening at that moment. His tongue, buried deep inside my pussy, slowly and steadily fucked me harder and harder by the moment.

  I cried out, gasping. Logan was there to pull my hair out of my eyes and level them toward the throbbing hard cock that I had caused.

  That stuck with me for a moment. He had gotten that hard just from looking at me. Feeling me. Watching me get eaten out. I really was their dream, as much as they were mine.

  "It's just common courtesy, Tate. You get head, you give head."

  My eyes shot up to the cocky grin on Logan's face. As his brother licked me so perfectly, I couldn't argue with his logic. If they were going to blow my mind, I was going to try to blow theirs right back. I yearned for Logan's cock, touching it, feeling it throb in my head.

  I caressed it and watched as he let out a little moan, too. Jerking him forward, I eagerly brought him closer, trying to explore him as much as I could, given what his brother was doing.

  It felt so powerful, throbbing under my fingers as I touched him, running my hands down his girth to his balls, dangling heavily with his seed. My eyes closed, wondering why I was even thinking of that. These were guys I could trust to the fullest. They weren't out to knock me up and run away or anything like that.

  Nonetheless, I cradled them, knowing that Logan would like that. I ran my hand over him, jerking him toward my face, trying my hardest to look seductive in spite of the situation of having my pussy eaten so expertly by his brother.

  Urging him closer, I could experience the full scent of his manly essence. I knew I should haven't liked it, but for some reason, I did. Maybe I was some sort of slut and never got the chance to realize it until now. Whatever it was, I jerked him, a timid hand job as the prelude to my rookie attempts at cock sucking.

  All I could hope was that my eagerness could make up for my lack of experience.

  I started with a kiss to the end of his cock, tasting his flesh for the first time. I never understood how a girl could actually like doing something like this. Sucking on someone's flesh just seemed...odd at best, and disgusting at worst.

  Seeing what the simplest of things were doing to Logan, though, I gained a whole lot of understanding about human sexuality with a simple gesture.

  There was a definite thrill in pleasing them just as they pleased me, the desire to reciprocate, to become one lust-fueled lump of flesh with one another...or among all three of us.

  I pulled him deeper into my lips, trying my hardest to give him the proper care and attention. Every so often, I would moan around him, courtesy of his brother. I wasn't going to be of very much use for long, and luckily, the twins seemed to understand that.

  Logan held my head gently as he started to fuck my face, letting me relax into being used as a sex toy and as a meal all at the same time.

  How did the girls in those movies on the internet I definitely do not watch do it? Manage to be taken by two guys like this? It was all rushing at me. It was too much. My heart was pounding, and I was quickly singing Joel's praises, and I was going to be screaming them all too soon.

  "Goddamn," Logan muttered, my lips apparently as blissful as his brothers were on my own sex.

  My thoughts echoed his words. The tide inside of me was rising, and it would soon consume me. It was a matter of moments and not anything more.

  It was almost too sudden the way it tore through me. I could feel my eyes roll into the back of my head, my vision blurry, my screams muffled by Logan's cock.

  My predicament was amusing for them.

  "Fuck, she's even sexier like that," Joel said, finally relenting on his licks of my most sensitive of parts.

  Logan pulled himself from me, too. "I gotta have her proper. I didn't wait all this time for a blowjob. I have to be able to fuck her."

  I swallowed. Fuck me. It felt like a whole new line to cross, as if what we'd done so far was nothing in comparison. Something that was undeniably sex in every definition.

  So daunting, yet I wanted it so much.

  "Who gets to go first?" Joel asked, taking off his shirt and revealing a body just as sculpted as his brother’s. His had a little bit of chest hair there. It wasn't a forest or anything, but it was a handsome little bit of fur. I couldn't wait to run a hand down it.

  "Rock, Paper, Scissors again?"

  I had to laugh. They were again determining this with a childish game. The game of Rock, Paper, Scissors that was going to determine who claimed my virginity.

  This time there were no ties. Logan won immediately, rock smashing scissors.

  "I win the V-card, bro," he said, as casually as if he were declaring he won the last slice of pizza.

  "Damn, sloppy seconds for me."

  "Oh, I know you love that. Your favorite is when it's really sloppy. I'll make sure it's perfect for you." Logan shot a twisted grin at his brother.

  Joel was not amused. "Fuck you, Logan."

  "Wait your turn."

  I looked up their way, and soon, Logan was looming over me. He pressed his body against mine, our lips meeting, him not caring that my lips were wrapped around his cock mere moments ago.

  His cock weighed heavily on the outside of my pussy. He looked into my eyes and spoke so softly, an incredibly stark contrast compared to how he had talked to his brother. "You're so fucking beautiful. Can't believe that I'm going to get to be the first."

  I swallowed, both fear and anticipation strong within me. How would it feel to have him?

  Soon, Logan's cock was spreading my pussy lips, slowly yet so very surely beginning to invade my sex.

  I was already quaking from that, a slight moan escaping my lips. He pushed himself deeper, though. Harder. All the way through me.

  The slightest sting
and nothing.

  "You like that don't you? You want me so much your body opened itself to me in every way." He grinned, but all I could do was nod in return. I was completely on board with avoiding a terrible first time.

  Having him inside me, God, it was so immense. I was surprised how good their fingers felt, how good their tongues felt, yet a good, solid cock inside of me was definitely seeming to top it all.

  Logan didn't rush me. He let my body adapt to the invader, get used to his girth. Even after that, he didn't jump right into fucking me like a madman. He took it slow, steady, driven.

  Given what I knew about him, it was kinda a surprise that he was capable of such tenderness, but I shouldn't have been. I trusted them, after all. This was why I was spreading my legs for him, for his brother...and having them both as my first true sexual experience.

  Logan gave me a simple little kiss on the lips, and then started to fuck me proper. It was like a powerful tide rolling in and out of me, coming at me stronger and fiercer with every penetration. He held me so closely, seemingly coming at me from a wonderful blend of love and lust. I wrapped my arm around him, and now more confident in myself than ever before, I began to fuck him right back, bucking into him, urging him to come at me harder, come at me deeper.

  I was only moments removed from being a virgin, and I was more than ready to delve even deeper into being a proper slut.

  All while his brother fucked me, Joel looked on, letting me enjoy this to the fullest. He stroked himself, his cock throbbing hard from tasting me, from watching me. I knew that I would soon experience him, too, and I had little doubt it wouldn't be anything less than as blissful as Logan was.

  Harder. Faster, we bucked into one another. It was basic missionary sex, yes, but if the most vanilla of sex felt like this, vanilla was suddenly my favorite flavor.

  I knew that would likely change before the day was out, as well as I knew these two.

  Logan was relentless, coming at me like a machine. A finger on my clit, rubbing me with every thrust. It wasn't going to be long until I was a ludicrous mess of bliss by his hand.

  Too much too fast, my nails ran down his back. I kept trying to do my part, but he wasn't going to stop, and I didn't have the intensity to keep it up. Soon he was bucking into me, my legs wrapped around him. It was coming.

  I was coming.

  The heat seared through my body. It was greater than even his brother eating me out. I could barely hear myself call out in bliss.

  Yet he was right there with me. Thrusting into me. Pushing himself deeper. Even in the throes of passion, I could feel every subtle movement between us.

  The littlest of pulses in his cock. His balls trembling as they slapped against me. The rush that was going through them.

  Finally, the heat that escaped. It rushed into me, with all of its glory. It was soothing on top of the intensity of everything else.

  It filled me. It lingered. It was literally the cream on top of something that was already so fantastic.

  "Fuck. You're worth risking everything for, babe," Logan managed to whisper into my ear.

  "You done?" Joel intervened, still stroking his hardness. "I don't want to break up your embrace, but just watching this has given me the worst case of blue balls."

  "I wouldn't want my dear brother to suffer." With some effort, Logan managed to withdraw from me.

  Me? I was a panting mess from one of them, and I still had one hard, throbbing cock that I had to take care of. It was daunting, but with how great the first time felt, I was sure I could find the energy for a second.

  I pulled myself up. I struggled, my limbs weak from bliss. I could feel Logan's seed start to leak out of me.

  For a moment, I thought of the implications of that.

  No, I wouldn't let anything ruin this moment. I wanted more. I had to have more. The two men who I’d dreamed of for years wanted me, and I wanted to be everything they wanted in return. I was going to be their slut, putting all my energy not into worrying, but into pleasing them the best that I could.

  Crawling onto the back of the seat, I offered myself to Joel. "Take me, just like your brother did. You said I'm both of your long-time crushes, too, huh?"

  They shared a look at one another, with Joel raising an eyebrow toward his brother.

  I didn't need to ask him twice, though. He was quick to take me, his warm, powerful arms right behind me, that fur on his chest rubbing against my back. He was going to take my pussy from behind me, and I felt the throbbing head of his cock lingering right outside of my slit.

  My lips parted for him so easily, and it was sloppy seconds. There was already more than enough lubrication back there, with how wet his brother had already made me, and along with the warmth he had deposited there.

  He didn't need to take it easy on me. He picked up the pace there and built it swiftly and with dedication. It wasn't long before the steady sound of his balls slapping against me were echoing rhythmically through the apartment.

  The spikes of delight were quickly returning, too. I was surprised how much my body yearned for more of this, the adrenaline pushing me further when I should have passed out long ago. I gripped the edge of the sofa, and Joel gripped my hips, and we embraced the need for one another.

  Lightning was shooting through me, and it only grew stronger by the moment. I was free to sing out my delights for him.

  Even as this happened, Logan was watching. He brought his cum-covered cock toward me on the other side of the sofa and offered it to me. I greedily took it and cleaned him off completely, savoring the sinful flavor that came with all of this, licking my lips even when he was completely clean of the mess we had made together.

  He knew, though, that I had to let it out. I couldn't be silenced from enjoying his brother’s cock, him plowing himself deeper inside of me. My body was already so sensitive from two orgasms, and I was already looking for another.

  Rocking through my body, I was ready to scream out. I fought it, if only for a bit.

  It was then that the brothers unleashed what I would learn was their secret weapon on me.

  Rubbing my nub, even through all the chaos that was our tryst. It was enough to make the good great, and the great... well, something better than great.

  I screamed out for him, so loud that I was briefly worried about arising suspicion from neighbors but quickly realized I was enjoying it far too much to care.

  Much like his brother, I was feeling all of him. All of his raw, naked cock inside me, its need pulsing through, feeling it inject me full of that heat, that warmth, that sweet, sweet cum. I couldn't help but notice the huge smile that was on my face from it and how it only felt as if it was growing wider.

  So warm, so wonderful. I wanted this every single time. Damn the consequences. Damn what I should and shouldn't do.

  I just relished it for as long as I could.

  Joel wrapped his arms around me, his chest pressed against my back, and he too enjoyed me to the absolute fullest.

  This time, there was no rush to let someone else have a turn. This time, I could just rest in his arms. He laid me down on the sofa, holding me tightly, and showed me the joys of spooning. Blissful, serene, God, I wanted to fall asleep like this every night.

  Logan slunk down onto the couch beside us. He embraced me, too, making me a Tate sandwich between them.

  I didn't think all of this could possibly get better, but somehow it did.

  We were all sweaty messes, breathing deeply. I was leaking a cocktail of both of their seed. I should have been worried about that. I really should have.

  Maybe it was akin to a drug high clouding my thoughts. I didn't care, though. Whatever it was, I could deal with it later. This entered my life out of seemingly nowhere, and I wanted to enjoy it to its absolute fullest.

  No one was going to ruin this. Not Logan, Not Joel.

  Not Jeremy.

  ***

  Aches. All over.

  Yet they were somehow blissful. Through the
night, their grasps had loosened on me. It was probably for the best. If I got up because I really had to pee or something, it would be a pain to pry myself out of their death grip.

  Naked, I stumbled through the house to the bathroom to do the former of those two things. After doing my business, I had a good look at myself in the mirror. I was a total and utter mess, and I oddly liked it. I laughed a bit, before my mind finally settled down from the chaos, the high of the night before.

  The sex with the twins. The passion.

  The complete lack of condoms.

  I worried for a time. I thought about if I was safe or not, but I didn't really even take any solace in that. A guy's seed was persistent as hell and would wait to strike if it had to.

  Why were they so reckless? I doubted I needed to sit them down and tell them about the birds and the bees. If they were virgins before last night, I was the Queen of England.

  The entire ache in my body, though? Well, it made it all seem worth it. God that was the reckless teenager thing that I wanted to do when I went to college.

  One wonderful, blissful night that could have over eighteen years of consequences. For a time, I wondered how the twins would be as fathers. Would they both be the father? They weren't identical. I'd be able to tell...wouldn't I? They were still brothers. They were close, though, so maybe they would?

  My head was spinning, and I slapped myself for even thinking that far. Having unprotected sex once didn’t mean instantly pregnant. That's just a scare tactic they sometimes used. There were countless people trying to get pregnant and they couldn’t, so why did I think I was so fertile that it would happen instantly?

  I shook my head of it. That was just a fling. A one-time thing. They were showing me a college experience.

  Opening the bathroom door, I was going to go back to get my clothes and fall asleep in the bed Jeremy had so kindly prepared for me before I even showed up.

  Jeremy.

  His bedroom door was cracked open. I was sure it wasn't earlier. I peeked in and gasped at seeing him there.

  Facedown on his bed, still wearing his jacket and shoes.