Four hands, two mouths, two tongues, four lips and two bodies of equally magnificent proportions working from home all over my sensitive, sex starved and orgasm hungry body.
“Penny?” Logan asks. “We can be at my house or Jack’s in less than fifteen minutes. It’ll give us a chance to get to know each other in a much more relaxed environment. I know there’s something kinky about office romances, but the see through windows and artificial lights in here are a little bit of a buzzkill for me.”
“No pressure”, Jack adds. “We could wait until tonight or even another time if you need to, it’s just with the three of us here now-.”
“No”, I say. “I mean yes. I mean I’d like that very much, working from home that is, all of us, and I don’t want to wait, I’ve waited long enough and I’m tired of being that girl that lives inside her head and nothing ever comes true and now this has happened and you two are here and it seems like it’ll slip right out of my hands like sand if I don’t grab hold of it hard and prove to myself it’s real because it is real, at least I think it’s real and I’ve wanted this since I saw you both-.” I pause to catch my breath, my cheeks going red again. “Jack?” I ask, before what little I have left of an already limited reserve of courage totally fails me, “please can you kiss me again so I stop talking, and Logan, can you keep hold of me while he does so, just in case I fall over again?”
“Absolutely”, the twins say in unison, already moving rapidly towards me to gather me up in their arms protectively.
Chapter Eighteen
It must be a record for a first day at work. Arrive at 9:00am, kiss the boss at 9:04am, pass out at 9:05am, come to at 9:10am, kiss the boss’s twin brother at 9:11am, and then leave in the boss’s car, with the boss’s twin brother at 9:25am.
We pause briefly at the entrance gate to return my temporary pass, where the security guard leaps out of his seat to military like attention when he recognizes the car passing is Jack’s, and the look he gives me as I wind down the window to hand it back to him is priceless.
Even though I don’t dare to say it, the words populate in my head: yes, I imagine myself explaining to him, this is exactly the kind of proactive woman I am. In less than half an hour here, I’ve convinced the boss and his identical twin brother to take me back home and ride me into heaven like a pair of wild stallions. Just imagine what I can do if given a full day.
We ride mostly in silence, the same kind of silence that filled Logan’s car on the way back from Red Hook the previous Friday, but this time with an expectation of something at the end to fill it, the excitement between all three of us palpable. Both Logan and Jack live within a short distance of the studios, but it’s Jack’s house we decide to head for.
The traffic is light and the streets are about as quiet as you might expect for a Monday morning, but I’m beginning to realize it probably wouldn’t matter if there were roadblocks or traffic jams several miles long. If it took a week to get to Jack’s house the result would be just the same. What we are about to do isn’t time sensitive now nor is it an either or option. This isn’t some spur of the moment thing, or some one night stand that we might lose interest in if we don’t do it straight away, it’s something we’ve considered, talked about and embarked upon, and unless I’m totally misreading this situation, neither one of us has any intention of changing our minds. We’re going to Jack’s house to fuck, and nothing in the world can get in the way of that.
I hadn’t imagined it happening like this, but then I hadn’t imagined the build up at all, skipping straight to the most interesting part every time I allowed myself to fantasize it, in the same way that causality is skipped over in dreams.
If I were dreaming now, this car journey wouldn’t even be taking place, we’d have moved swiftly from the office to the bedroom, without explanation for our arrival, naked without the need to take off our clothes, and fucking without the inevitable awkwardness that always leads up to it, but we would have lost something in the process too.
The anticipation makes this real, the inability to immediately transform ‘desire’ into ‘process’ a reminder of the importance of wanting something we can’t always have right away, the churn in my stomach, the rapid acceleration of my heart beat and the trembling of my fingers as we near our destiny, tell-tale signs of just how real this whole situation is. I can control fantasy more than I can my own dreams, but getting what I really want outside of my own head is a luxury unlike any other, and the longer it takes for it to happen, the more I end up wanting it.
When we finally arrive at Jack’s, the car parked, the front door opened, the lightning quick tour given in a heartbeat, I am practically ready to explode.
Naturally, having never been in this situation before, I’m unsure about the protocol. I’m not the kind of girl that has one night stands, and I’ve certainly never had one during the day. I know what they do in movies, but this isn’t the movies as much as it feels like it.
For an awkward moment all three of us just stand there in the front room staring from one person to the next, like we’ve just broken into a house and have no idea what to do next. We’re on the precipice of the scene I’ve played out in my head, with the awkwardness of narrative convention to get over first, and not a single one of us seems brave enough to put forward an idea about how to get there. We’ve kissed, we’ve come home, we’ve confirmed what we all want but because this isn’t a dream and we can’t just arrive there magically, we have to somehow find our way up to the bedroom in a much more conventional way.
Jack smiles mischievously, Logan looks suggestively from his brother to me, and I bite my lower lip, the three of us like greyhounds at the beginning of a race, waiting for the rabbit to be released so we know the signal to begin. I can feel the tension mounting between us, our heartbeats racing, the anticipation of what’s about to happen pushed to the very limit of what we can bear until finally, as though neither one of us can cope with the pressure anymore, we explode in a synchronized outburst of action, and move so quickly together we practically burst into flames.
There is an urgency to our actions now, in complete contrast to the tranquility of the car journey we took to get here, which makes me think of the clarity of the eye of the storm compared to the power of the natural event it conceals.
Like horny teenagers discovering the opposite sex for the very first time, given a window of thirty minutes to indulge themselves before their parents come home, we practically fly to the bedroom in a unified mass of sexual arousal, clothes torn off and strewn about the house in our wake, just in case we run out of time.
If I had inhibitions about this moment before now, I’m given little time to accommodate them. When we make it to the bedroom, I’ve somehow been reduced to my bra and panties and Jack and Logan, who have thrown me on the bed and now stand at the foot of it like hunters taking in their catch, do so naked from the waist up.
My eyes glide across a pair of broad shoulders, thick forearms, ripped torsos and perfect abs and then down along the lines of their adonis belts to thick bulges getting bigger and bigger by the moment.
If my breath hadn’t already been taken away, I’d be screaming away in delight, instead I just stare at them with my mouth open in utter astonishment, unable to believe that this is actually happening for real. One of these impressive men would be a dream come true, two is like heaven on earth.
I don’t need to touch myself to know how wet I am, nor does it take me long to see that I’m clearly not the only one this turned on. As Jack and Logan kick their way out of their pants, I get a front row view of just how horny they already both are, and for the third time in my life I can’t help but gulp. Their boxer shorts do little to conceal the form, which isn’t a surprise, considering the sheer size of them.
My eyes go slowly from the outline of their enormous cocks, across their chests and up to their faces - where wide smiles greet me proudly - and then back down again like a pair of magnets inevitably drawn back to the huge met
al rods attracting them.
I wouldn’t exactly call myself promiscuous, but in the limited experience I refer to as my sex life, I have been with what I thought were men before. Next to these two, however, it’s like those guys were a different species altogether. Either they weren’t men at all, and I’ve been experiencing a second rate category of human being, or Logan and Jack are actually Gods. Even in my artwork, the men aren’t this well proportioned.
Naked but for their boxershorts, which they already seem to have outgrown, Logan and Jack mount the bed, a hunger in their eyes I’m not sure I’ll be able to survive, even if I get anywhere close to satiating.
“Are you okay, Penny?” Jack asks, I expect because I look like a rabbit caught in the headlights. I nod, too stunned to be able to find the words to respond to him.
“If there’s anything you’re uncomfortable with”, he says, mounting me slowly. “Just let me know.”
I’m on my back, with Jack above me, the heat of his body pressed into mine, while Logan lies alongside me, the tips of his fingers dancing lightly across the exposed skin of my arm.
Jack kisses me, pressing his lips against mine and teasing his tongue into my mouth, while he drops his weight against my body, the thickness of his cock unmistakeable against the wetness between my legs. I pull him into me, suck his tongue into my mouth and spread my hips wide enough I can wrap my legs around his back and rub his shaft against the outline of my pussy. The two of us linked like this with Logan alongside watching us feels dirty, and even though I know there are two layers of fabric between him and me, the sensation still feels absolutely incredible.
He kisses from my ear to my collar bone, out across my shoulder and down along the line of my bra, before pulling away to a kneeling position, to better appreciate my form. He spreads my hair out across the pillow, and then begins to trace a line between my breasts that takes in my belly button and stops just at the edge of my panties, my skin tingling in the wake. It could be minus zero in here and I’d still feel like I’m wearing too many clothes. I’m so hot, I could be misdiagnosed with a fever and set on a course of antibiotics.
Jack adjusts himself again, sliding a little lower down the bed so his torso comes in line with my thigh, and while he explores my belly button with delicate kisses, his fingers now threatening to navigate the ruffles the swollen lips of my pussy make in my panties, Logan takes his turn to kiss me.
Kneeling to my side, Logan leans over to slide his fingers underneath my bra in search of my swelling nipples, while simultaneously lowering his lips to mine and kissing me deeply. He has my bra off and cast to the side of the bed even before I realize he’s doing it, my fat nipples hardening quickly between his fingers, and when he runs his tongue around each one in turn before popping them into his mouth and sucking lightly, I seriously feel like I’m about to come.
The sensation of having four hands on my body and two pairs of lips kissing me at once, is almost too much to bear. I feel tingles break out across my skin and weird sensations in my stomach that feel like explosions of adrenaline mixed in with bursts of dopamine, that make my whole body run through a cycle of totally tense to completely relaxed before the whole thing repeats again.
Jack pushes my legs wide to kiss along my inner thigh, his mouth so close to my pussy I can feel his breath through the thin cotton fabric of my panties, while Logan shifts himself slightly so he’s kneeling behind my head.
I could quite happily stay like this, let Jack rip my panties off and tongue my pussy until I come hard against his mouth, my nipples like football studs between Logan’s fingers, but if that’s the way it’s going to happen for the first time between us all, I might as well at least have the pleasure of one of these amazing cocks in my mouth too.
I wriggle out from below Jack, my foot confidently against his chest to push him away playfully, and then reposition myself on all fours between them both. A little wiggle of my ass gives Jack all the encouragement he needs to continue to remove my panties, and while he happily sets to work, I zero in on Logan’s throbbing manhood.
I’ve sketched this scene a number of times, fantasized about it a hundred times more, and yet as real as it always seemed to me in my mind’s eye, that poor imitation pales in comparison to the real thing now. I thought I had a powerful imagination, capable even of improving on real life experience, but here, in this moment, with this incredible pair, nothing could be farther from the truth.
I’m less of a slut that I am a promiscuous girl, but even so, I can’t help but feel turned on by the idea I’m about to be dominated. Logan towers down on me from above, my eyes following the lines of his body, his cock even bigger at this angle than it seemed before, the presence of this unbelievable man doing things to my body and mind I never thought were possible for a mere mortal to experience.
Jack flattens his hand against my back, making me arch my body like a cat. He works it across the bump of my ass, encouraging me to widen my legs even further, and when he’s satisfied he’s got me where he wants me, he lies down, head between my legs, ready to pull my pussy into him.
Logan needs little prompting to expose himself, clearly well aware of what he’s doing to me. Together we lower his boxershorts over the extension of his throbbing dick, which I’m delighted to see is shiny with precum. For a moment I can do nothing else but kneel there and appreciate him, his cock now clear of the cotton wrapping it came in, twitching magnificently with swollen pride.
Like I say, one of these men on their own would be absolutely incredible, but the fact that I’m about to slide Logan’s huge dick into my mouth while Jack simultaneously pushes the fabric of my panties to one side to run his tongue along my slit is absolutely mind boggling.
I’m so wet, it feels like I might have already come, so sensitive I have to concentrate hard not to as soon as his tongue nudges my clit. As he pulls me down into him, I let my weight drop so I’m grinding my pussy into his mouth, before the sensation becomes too much and I have to pull away again. While Logan places his hand on the back of my head and slowly feeds his huge dick inside my mouth, I repeat the same action with Jack, letting him tongue my hole just enough to push me to the edge, not far enough that I tumble over it.
“Deeper”, Logan says, holding his dick and feeding it bit by meaty bit into my mouth, while I try my best to accommodate him. I run my tongue around his rim, open wide and press the fatness of his crown up into the roof of my mouth, sucking his salty sweetness into my throat, everything about what I’m doing turning me on even more than I expected.
“You’re so wet”, I hear Jack gasp against my pussy. “I want to feel you come.”
“Take my panties off”, I command him.
Jack pushes my legs together, pulls my panties down and leaves them just above my knees.
“Spread my pussy and tongue my hole”, I order him, the uniqueness of the situation lending me a rare self confidence I would never have otherwise had.
Jack obeys me, his hands flat against my asscheeks to spread my pussy lips wide enough to open my hole for his tongue. I feel him feed it into me, the sensation sending shivers of pleasure down my spine as I stretch against his insistence.
“Fuck, that feels so good.” I say, pushing my weight onto him.
Logan smiles and then stretches his hand along my belly in search of my swollen clit. I nearly explode in orgasm when he finds it, his index and middle finger splayed into a Y to expertly pull my hood back and forth over my tumescent nub and threaten to send me spiralling towards an explosion of intense and unadulterated pleasure I know I’ll have no chance of making my way back from.
It’s so good I have to pull away from his fingers after a while, panting hard and trying to catch my breath between greedy licks of his rock hard penis. Logan’s insistent, though, and when I won’t give him access to my pussy, he settles on playing with my tits, each pass pushing me closer and closer to losing control.
After about a minute of trying to escape it, I know there is no
thing else left for me to do. I want these two men inside me and whether it’s together, separate, one after another or both at the same time, all I care about is that it happens right now.
“Fuck me, Jack”, I whimper.
Jack is half way through a circuit of my pussy, which he sees fit to finish before moving onto anything else. Perhaps knowing this is the last time he’ll get to do it for a while, he runs his tongue up towards my clitoris and while Logan pulls back on my hood and exposes my swollen sensitivity for him, he sucks away eagerly on my sticky nub. I am so close to coming I almost give into it completely, before Jack pulls away again just at the last minute, leaving me teetering precariously on the edge of orgasm.
“Next time I’m going to make you come like that”, Jack says, sliding out from underneath me.
“There might not be anything of me left if you do”, I confess, the words stuttering out of me in staggered pockets of air.
“Then I’ll just have to make sure I’m extra careful”, Jack says, moving himself in behind me.
“Wait”, I say, rolling onto my back. “I want to see you first.”
Jack smiles before stepping off the bed to remove his boxershorts.
“Like this?” he asks.
I take a good long look at him.
“Like that”, I say before rolling back into the pussy cat position I was in a moment ago. “Now, you can come over here and let me taste you, while Logan shows me what else he’s good at.”
“I can’t promise I won’t make you come”, Logan says, already moving in behind me.
“And I can’t promise I won’t scream when you do”, I say.
Jack takes two condoms from the top drawer of his bedside table, passes one to his brother and puts another one on the side ready to use when he needs it. Logan doesn’t need to be told twice. When he’s prepared my pussy with his tongue, running the rough edge across my asshole and into my sopping wet gash, he nudges my thighs wide, and guides the tip of his huge dick towards me.
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