Because I wanted them. I wanted one or both, I wanted to fulfill my part of the pact tonight with these men, and suddenly I was willing to box out Maggie if that was what it took. Turning on the charm, I smiled, glancing at them up through my lashes.
“Hey,” I said again.
And slow grins appeared on Kato and Karl’s faces, revealing even, white teeth. Man, these guys were movie stars, they were that attractive.
“Hey yourself,” drawled Kato.
Okay, not exactly the Pulitzer prize-winning conversation, but you know how sometimes the world narrows so that everything else is gone? That’s what happened here. It was like a dream sequence, everything going out of focus except for me and the two men, other sounds muffled, my periphery vision dimming. All I saw were Kato and Karl, and I had to have them.
“Meet me out back?” I murmured softly.
The men exchanged an amused look, almost like they were having a telepathic conversation. Finally, one spoke.
“Sure,” he said, “out back in five.”
And it was as if the world suddenly snapped back to normal. I was standing there, in a crowded bar, having just propositioned two strangers. Gorgeous men sure, but guys whom I’d just met, itinerant sailors here on shore leave. Not exactly the makings of a fairy tale romance.
But Kato and Karl were already striding away, without a look over their shoulders, disappearing into the crowd. Suddenly the music seemed really loud. I shook my head as if to clear it, my thoughts muddled. It was as if a different me had taken over my body momentarily, making me act out of character. But Maggie’s voice knocked me back to earth.
“What the hell?” she demanded, hands on her hips, eyes accusing.
I could see why she was angry. She’d been the one leading the charge, she’d been the first to see the guys, and I was supposed to be her second, a wing woman. An unspoken agreement was that Maggie got first dibs and I’d get whatever was leftover. Instead, I’d snuck in and made off with not one, but both men.
I thought about feigning innocence, about making up some lie about how she hadn’t tried hard enough, but our long friendship prevented me. Instead, I was straight up, acknowledging what I’d done.
“Mags, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” I said apologetically, telling the truth. “I’m not sure what came over me, maybe it’s my time of month?”
“Don’t give me that,” she snapped. “Seriously, what the hell?” she spat again, eyes darkening. Maggie is a pretty girl but red infused her face now, making it splotchy and mottled. “What the hell Tina? You know clam jamming is against girl code.”
I sighed. I’ve always hated this “girl code” stuff and its ill-defined, somewhat imaginary rules. I mean, sure, there were the basics like “don’t date a friend’s ex,” but every other rule seemed to be made-up on the fly. Still, it seemed easier to apologize than work out the intricacies of girl code.
“Mags, I’m so sorry,” I said again, apologizing profusely. “I’m so, so sorry.”
“What were you thinking?” she practically screeched, spittle flying. “I saw those guys first!”
“I know,” I said miserably, “I know, I know, it’s just that …”
“Just what?” my friend spat. “Seriously, just what?”
I hung my head with shame.
“Just nothing,” I said softly. “I have no excuse.”
And Maggie snorted at that.
“That’s right, you have no excuse, I’m so pissed at you, I can’t believe you’ve done this on our last night together. What happened to hos before bros?”
And I could feel the giggles welling up despite everything. Hos before bros? Clam jamming? The phrases were just too funny, too ridiculous, but I made myself keep a straight face and apologize once more.
“Maggie, I’m so sorry,” I said sincerely. “I have no excuse, I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
“Make sure you do,” said my friend before turning her back and flouncing off, heels clacking loudly. And I let out another sigh. Mags was always involved in some mini-vendetta or other, I guess this time it was me on her shit list. Oh well.
In the meantime, there were the two men … and only two minutes before our rendezvous.
CHAPTER TWO
Karl
She was absolutely gorgeous. A little young, sure, but still off the charts beautiful, with a mass of curly brown hair, soft hazel eyes, and a sweet, curvy figure. Oh yeah, that bod. My bro and I were into it, one hundred percent.
So we stood behind the Old Dog, smoking cigarettes, waiting for the girl. This tobacco shit will kill you, but hey, we were on shore leave, might as well live it up a little. Fifteen days straight on deck will make a man crazy, especially since in this particular profession it’s all guys, all day, aboard a packed ship.
But we were on the last day of our three-day leave, and what do you know, a beautiful girl had come up to us at the grimiest, most divey bar in town. The Old Dog wasn’t exactly known for its attractive ladies, more the opposite. It was known for its old-style hookers, the working girls middle-aged, experienced, with make-up spackled on and boobs down to their knees. Some guys like that stuff, saying that “it feels real,” and that’s fine. We have nothing against prostitutes, whether seventeen or seventy, it was just a surprise to meet someone like Tina at the Dog.
Because we’d seen her the minute she walked into the bar, like a breath of fresh air blowing into the stale, seedy place. Round and curvy, she’d stood out like a beacon, almost radiating light. And even in the skank outfit, the brunette projected class – the kind that money can’t buy, the kind that you’re born with.
And whaddya know, but we were scheduled for a rendezvous with the hottest woman this side of the Mediterranean in about thirty seconds.
“Think she’ll show?” asked my twin, stamping out his cig. “She’s a little young.”
“She’ll show,” I growled, doing the same. “She better.”
Because my boner was already at full mast, aching, heavy and stiff in my jeans just thinking of the brunette, the anticipation hanging heavy in the night air.
Suddenly, the door creaked open, letting out a shaft of light. We were in a deserted alley in back of the bar, the music from inside muffled, the night dark around us. There were a couple newspapers blowing around, some dumpsters stationed in the corner, but we were essentially alone except for a couple necking about twenty feet away. Judging from the loud smacking noises and occasional grunts, they wouldn’t notice if World War Three happened mere feet away.
So when Tina slipped outside, we said nothing, just motioned her towards us, further back.
She walked over tentatively, swaying a little in her heels.
“Hi,” she said a little breathlessly, looking at us in the dim light. “Hi again.”
And we didn’t answer because the girl was good enough to eat. Oh yeah, a sassy pout, wide hips, big boobs, and a juicy ass, just the way we like it.
“Hey yourself,” I said nonchalantly, but there was nothing about my gaze that was nonchalant. Instead, we were devouring her like fucking lions hunting our prey, scorching her with the heat of our eyes.
And Tina could feel it. The girl gave a little shiver, like an invisible finger had just trailed up her spine, and as if in a trance, she slipped her shoulders out of her leather jacket, revealing the garment underneath. God, I can hardly describe it. It was like a vest of some sort, but with no sleeves, black leather and hella tight, emphasizing that tiny waist, boobs pushed up so that they were creamy scoops of vanilla ice cream waiting to be devoured.
And we were just about to pounce, to bury our faces in that cream, when the girl did something unexpected. Without breaking eye contact, she began unlacing the front of the vest.
Slowly.
One by one.
She pulled the strings out of their holes until the bustier fell away, leaving her topless in the dark alley. And my cock went one hundred percent ballistic in that instant, punchi
ng out like a fucking mast, ready to do some serious damage. Fuck! The minx was a Venus de Milo come to life as she shook her orbs at us, giggling, each one swaying gently in the night, the hefty weight pendulous and creamy.
Kato and I lost control at that instant, eating her up like a feast for starving men. My twin’s mouth crashed onto hers, his hands all over her right tit while I massaged her left, pulling and twisting the nip, my other fist reaching up under her skirt.
And the girl mewled between us, breathy little gasps escaping as we stroked her all over.
“Oh oh oh!” she breathed, lifting a knee for better access. “Oh!”
And I grinned wickedly. Our little minx was getting a two-on-one, and we were gonna make it so good, so hot, that she’d remember us long after our ship pulled out of port.
I ran my hand all the way up her thigh, letting my fingers graze her pussy. Like a good harlot, she hadn’t worn underwear and my fingers stroked that pinkness, her lips already hot and wet, dripping with arousal.
“You like, hmmm?” I rumbled into her ear. And all I got was a delighted purr, her knee lifting higher still, inviting me inside to caress, to stroke, to fuck that pretty kitty.
My bro, meanwhile, had moved so that he was now licking her nipples, savoring that candy like it was the sweetest stuff on earth.
“Fuuuck,” he growled between laps, his big hands squeezing and massaging her ass, running all over her hips and waist. “Spear her,” he commanded.
And without hesitation I pushed two fingers into that hot cunt, letting the pink flesh devour me, the walls squeezing me tight, sucking me in like a hungry anaconda.
“Ohhh,” moaned the girl, her head thrown back, eyes closed, lips slightly parted. “Ohhh.”
“You like baby?” I ground out into her ear. Because my thumb was on her clit now, rubbing the little nub as I continued the pound, massaging her internal channel, the nectar so copious that it was a sugar candy coat, smearing on her thighs, dripping to my elbow, delicious squelching sounds ringing in my ears as her pinkness pulsed around my digits.
And without losing a beat, I worked a third finger in, her kitty taking it all, sucking it up hungrily, loosening for what was to come. I could tell the girl was close, judging from her breathy gasps, the low moans, and occasional pussy twitches. Then with a shiver, a sigh, and a massive shake, Tina came. Her snatch spasmed and clenched down on my hand like a powerful vise, squeezing my digits, gripping and ungripping as electric jolts ran through her body, all of it emanating from the pleasure point I was working with my thumb.
“That’s right,” I growled in her ear. “Give it up for Daddy, work it, work it.”
And with a few final jolts and shrieks, the girl finished her pleasure, her cunny soaked, breasts heaving even as my bro continued to suckle, enjoying the delectable feast.
“Oh god,” the brunette moaned, eyes closed, her breathing fast. “Oh god, oh god.”
“Oh god is right,” rumbled Kato smoothly, moving up to her mouth to reclaim her lips. “Because we just got you lubed up baby. You haven’t even had the main course yet.”
And Tina’s eyes flipped open then, staring at us, her face coloring, mouth opening in shock. Had this only been the appetizer, a tease before the main event? Oh yeah, because Kato and I had our dongs ready now, hard and stiff, waving in the night air, tips dripping with pleasure, and the brunette gasped. We’re fifteen inches each, yeah that’s thirty inches of pure pleasure, and not all women can handle it. Oh hell no, a lot of women just take the tip in, kissing our glans with their pussy lips, maybe getting a couple inches inside before stopping, the stretching unbearable, their little cavity maxed out.
So Tina’s shocked reaction wasn’t new to us. We’ve been there, done that, and the finger fuck coupled with the orgasm was all part of the plan … to relax before the dirty thirty.
“You like?” I murmured in her ear, while still stroking her soft pussy lips, tickling them, massaging that puffy labia. “You wanna try?”
And the girl didn’t even answer at first, her eyes never leaving our stiff masts.
“I … I don’t know if I can,” she said weakly. “You’re so …”
“So huge?” interjected my bro helpfully, tweaking a nipple to make her gasp.
“Yes,” she replied, her breasts heaving as I increased the pressure on her clit down below, getting that cunny revved up again. “I just don’t know, you might be too big,” she whispered.
And those words were like music to our ears. Because what guy doesn’t love hearing that his fuckpole might be too massive for a little girl’s snatch, that her pussy might overflow with our hot meat?
“Besides,” Tina added innocently, “there’s two of you. How will that work?” she asked, turning big eyes to us. But the answer was immediately obvious because I’d gone from stroking her cunny to touching that little flower in her behind. Oh yeah, I was caressing her anus, fingering the tight pleats, testing the dry heat in back and I could already tell from the sensitive clench, her indrawn gasp, that this girl was a winner.
“Honey, it’ll be amazing,” I soothed. “Just try okay?”
And by now, the girl’s eyes were closed again, her breathing coming fast and hard with the ass play. I’d pushed the tip of my index into her butthole and the heat was incredible. She was tight, her sphincter muscles resistant, and it promised to be an incredible fuck up that tight channel.
But she opened her eyes momentarily, looking deep into ours, and gave a soft nod.
“I’ve never done it before,” she breathed. “But let’s try.”
That was all we needed, my bro kissing her deeply, sucking on those plush lips while I stood behind her, squeezing her breasts, stroking and pulling at her nips. Kato lifted a knee so that her snatch was exposed, and placed his penis head at her entry. A drop of cream glimmered at the opening of her hole, smearing against his glans, lubing the way.
“Get ready baby,” he murmured into her mouth. “Here comes fifteen.”
And with that, he fucked his hips forward, running that rod into her sweet depths.
“Aieee!” Tina shrieked, throwing her head back, brown curls trailing down her back in a beautiful mass. “Aieee!”
The sight was fucking amazing. Her pussy lips were stretched so tight around Kato’s cockhead that they were like thin rubber bands, hugging a massive shaft already glistening with her juices. A giant vein in my bro’s cock pulsed, indicating his pleasure, the intense feel of getting squeezed by grade A womanflesh.
The only thing was that Kato was probably only five inches in … with ten to go. My bro murmured in the brunette’s ear before taking her mouth once again, tracing his tongue over the seam of her lips.
“Hold still baby,” he commanded, and with that, shoved his hips forward again.
This time, Tina was literally lifted into the air, the donkey dong so fucking huge that she lost her footing for a moment before letting out a long, low moan and sinking back down, Kato’s dick embedded to the hilt now, balls deep and good to go.
“Ohhhh fuck,” she moaned, tossing her head, “oh god … you’re so big!”
And we only grinned, our cocks juicing up even more. Without missing a beat, Kato began working it, swinging his hips back and forth, slowly at first, but then more vigorously, punishing that cunny, pounding it with wet slapping sounds, delectable and tasty.
“Oh yeah,” Tina sighed as her hands clutched his biceps. “Oh yeah, give it to me, oh yeah.”
But I hadn’t had my fun yet. All this time, I’d been rubbing her anus, teasing the little pucker with my fingers, warming it up as my brother worked her vag. But I wanted my share and as if reading my mind, my twin paused momentarily, pulling the girl close to him so that her ass cheeks opened up, baring that brown hole.
“Mmm, beautiful,” I remarked, stepping back for a moment, ravenously watching as her dark star winked, clenching and unclenching involuntarily.
“Oh god,” panted Tina, her tits heaving against m
y bro’s chest, her pussy stuffed full with his dick as she twisted slightly in his arms to look back at me. “More?”
“Yeah more,” I growled, holding her ass cheeks open. Lining my boner up to that tiny hole, I pushed once, then twice, then three times, her back end resisting me, those white orbs jouncing and bouncing as I thrust.
“Aiee! Aiee!” the girl yelped, high-pitched and breathless as her rear was attacked. Because yeah, we were going at her double, twice as nice, the DP hot and steamy, and that meant her butt was giving it up sooner or later, come hell or high water.
But the girl was young and elastic, and things happened faster than usual. Tina arched her back, throwing her head back, eyes closed as if in concentration and moaned, a loud, low guttural sound deep in her throat.
“Ahhhh,” she grunted, thrusting her hips back while pressing her boobs against my bro’s chest, and with a little pop, my dick slipped up that back passage, her sphincter giving it up, worming into her ass, her anus violated, pulled, twisted, and penetrated.
“Ahhhh,” the brunette grunted again once we were both buried deep, balls to the wall and ready to fire. My bro and I ran our dicks into her, one-two, one-two, in-out, in-out, in a syncopated rhythm, slowly at first but as the girl loosened, her cunny juicing, we picked up the pace.
“Oh … yeah …,” ground out Kato between thrusts, “her cunt’s even tighter with your dick inside.”
“Fuuuuck,” I growled in reply, pushing into her ass cavern, savoring the slide. “Fuck.”
And after a couple minutes of delicious grinding, the pound hard, hot and heavy, flesh slapping in the most obscene way, the three of us came, Tina creaming like a volcano, her pussy clenching and spasming uncontrollably on our cocks, so hard, so violently, that it almost pushed our dicks out. But it was too late because my bro and I were shooting as well, spewing our jism, releasing man milk into her sweet, tight body, the insides of her pussy and ass sprayed with the finest white this side of the Mediterranean.
And after it was over, the girl collapsed into our arms, her curvy, sweet body sweaty and delectable, thoroughly fucked and sated.
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