Roping Their Virgin: A MFM Romance (Trio of Lovers Trilogy Book 1)

by J. L. Beck

  They picked me up—one half of me being carried by each of them—and started to haul me off.

  "Wait, what—what are you doing?" I asked breathlessly and very much confused.

  "This is our first time as three, babe," Jack said. "We're not going to take you on a sofa. We’re going to fuck you on a proper bed."

  Sure enough, I was dragged into Julian's room and planted on a massive, king-sized bed, soft and super comfortable to lay on. Yeah, this would definitely beat a couch.

  The two of them were back on top of me, ravenous with need. Each had a hand going down my panties, rubbing my nub, sliding fingers into me, making me gasp with need. The panties were soon nothing more than a hassle, and those, too, were being thrust down my legs and thrown away. I wouldn't be needing them for the rest of the night.

  Julian's hand slid down my midsection, his lips leaving mine and raining an endless barrage of kisses down my body. My legs spread for him, and his lips drifted in the direction that I had hoped they would.

  I gasped as he laid that kiss on my nub, a blissful bolt firing through me oh so suddenly.

  He started to get to work, licking and sucking my folds, all to get me really burning for him.

  Jack, though, was going to be a little bit more selfish, but I really wasn't going to complain one bit. He stripped himself down, dropping his pants, quickly making himself buck naked and showing me just how hard I was making him. Throbbing and hard, that hunk of meat loomed near my face, and I reached out to take hold of it playfully.

  Stroking him, bringing him closer, I was more than ready to please him as his brother pleased me. Down to Jack's balls, cradling them ever so slightly, thinking about the seed he wanted to inject me with. Did I really want to go that far with them?

  No, I wasn't going to screw with this moment by thinking too much about that.

  Playfully, I brought his cock to my lips, teasing the head with my tongue before running it up and down his rod. It shouldn't have been so alluring to me, but it was. I wanted to give these guys every bit of delight they had given me, and I hoped they would repay that favor tenfold.

  An endless chain of making one another come hard and come often.

  Julian wouldn't let himself be ignored, though, his tongue thrusting through my cunt, sending that blissful jolt of delight right through me. Fuck, I had to break from Jack just to moan out a blissful praise of Julian's hard work.

  Then right back to my diligence. Another lick of cock, then I took Jack into my mouth, inch by inch, swallowing him whole. It was growing so hard with what Julian was doing to me, but I wouldn't let myself be distracted too much. I was going to make him come, then Julian right after. If I could get them to bust their nuts elsewhere, I could enjoy the uncertain status quo for just a little longer.

  Slathering myself over Jack, I urged him deeper, sucked him harder, pulling him down. Massaging his balls, I wanted to get all that seed nice and flowing so I could enjoy it somewhere far safer than he had deposited it before. Even as I tensed up from Julian's tongue inside my pussy, I remained determined and driven, bobbing my head up and down Jack's cock, finding my own rhythm that somehow let me cope with the wonderful job one brother was doing as I sucked the other.

  Jack grunted as I took him, jerking him, pleasing him with a determined ferocity.

  Julian, though, saw right through my plan. He was right there with me, letting his tongue lash at me, slathering me with his special brand of love, spiking my orgasm through my body higher and higher by the moment.

  It was becoming a race. A sweet, twisted, yet delectable race—Julian trying to make me come, and me trying to make Jack come. Jack, to his credit, held me steady, a playful grin on his face, more than happy to participate in our twisted games.

  Unfortunately, I was having to break to moan out for Julian more than I would have liked. The pressure was becoming too much, the power inside me becoming so strong, so abrupt, I knew I would soon be trembling and on my way to becoming a useless heap of woman who, undoubtedly, these twins would use well.

  Trembling beneath them, I struggled to jerk and suck, struggled with one last Hail Mary to “win” this battle. It was too late, though. The pressure, the desire, the pleasure all became too much for me, and I had to abandon my quest, screaming out louder, harder, stronger for Julian. He was just too damn good at eating me out for me to have stood a chance.

  I grabbed him by the hair and held on tight as my body dealt with the overpowering shockwaves pulsing through my body. Fuck, how was he so good at this?

  Breathing hard, I laid there flat, both of the twin brothers still lurking over me with clear, predatory intent.

  "Shall we?" Julian suggested.

  "You think she's ready for that?"

  "She seems ready for anything, bro. She's that sort of girl. She can take anything we throw at her."

  "True, she is fucking sexy like that."

  I swallowed audibly. Just what the hell were these guys up to?

  Luckily, or unluckily, I didn't have to wait long.

  The shuffling of a drawer and Jack was right on top of me. A kiss, then turning me on my side, running his finger down my body. Curving around me, squeezing my ass cheeks, he then zeroed in on his target.

  My dainty little pucker.

  I gasped, but he kept prodding, kept poking.

  He only stopped ever so briefly to coat his finger with a cool oil then slather it back there. Oh God. I gasped, trying to cope with the strange invasion of his fingers as he applied copious amounts of that lube all over me. He was going to take me back there.

  On one hand, he definitely couldn't get me pregnant back there.

  On the other, I was still of a bit of a virgin when it came to that sort of sexual endeavor.

  Yet it felt overblown. With how these two had treated me so far, I had doubts that having one of them back there would be anything short of absolutely wonderful.

  Gasping, I just coped with the invasion of a finger, and coped more as he kicked it up to two. I wondered how many fingers he would shove back there to get me ready for him, because honestly, it seemed that he needed a whole lot more than two to get me properly prepared.

  "Think she's ready for me, bro?" Jack asked.

  "She seems like she's ready for anything."

  Jack followed this up by bringing some of that cool lube to my hand, putting it there, and bringing my hand to his cock. I knew instinctively what he wanted, slathering it on him nice and hard, definitely curious to where this was going to go.

  What I expected? For him to bend me over the bed doggy style and take my ass from there.

  I didn't get that typical thing, though. No, pretty far from it.

  What I got was Jack lying on the bed, urging me to climb on top of him, cowgirl style.

  I was confused, but I wasn't going to fight him on it. He had clearly done stuff like this before, where I had most definitely had not.

  He wrapped his arms around my body from behind, and I craned my neck to greet him with another kiss. He guided his cock around my ass, spreading that lube around, clearly doing his part to make sure that there would be no pain involved in this.

  Soon, that cockhead was pressing at my backdoor, tickling me. Anticipation and dread competed in my mind, and he didn't waste an entirely huge amount of time pressing himself inward.

  I gasped, this cock so huge and immense invading my ass.

  Most definitely, it felt like something that should not be. Not painful, mind you, but something that I had never experienced before this point. Throbbing within, it took me some time to get used to something so strange, so unusual back there, but to Jack's credit, he wasn't rushing me. I knew all too many guys who, once you gave them permission to shove themselves back there and start hammering, they thought it was as easy as taking a girl from the front.

  You know, where I had natural ways of helping things along.

  This? Most definitely unnatural.

  Breathing steadily, I held on as m
y muscles got used to Jack's invasion. I was most definitely curious about where this was going. Slowly, he began to move back there, but not too fast to suddenly hurt me. A steady and strong thrust, sliding in and out of me.

  I was panting from it, it was so intense, so strong. I don’t know what I had been expecting, but it wasn’t this. It wasn't as if I regularly touched myself back there, so he was opening me up to a whole new world.

  Jack kept a finger on my clit as he penetrated me, which most definitely helped matters. Keeping me relaxed, keeping me pleased was all part of the bigger plan.

  "You liking that, babe?"

  I nodded and whimpered my affirmation.

  "Good, good, because this is just the beginning. You ain't seen nothing yet, Cassie."

  All the while Jack was prepping my asshole and getting me used to the idea, Julian was finishing stripping down.

  He was standing tall at the side of the bed, his cock throbbing and most definitely ready for its fire to be quenched inside of me. Stroking himself, it looked as if he was more than ready for his turn, and I guess hoping Jack would hurry up and get done.

  Or so I thought anyway.

  Apparently, when I thought I was a one-player game for them to share, I was wrong. I was totally a two-player game, and they were about to show me how.

  Julian planted a kiss on me, his hot body pressing against my own, the sweat and friction something fierce between us. His throbbing erection was tickling right outside of my slit, and his eyes locked with mine, clearly communicating the devious ideas these two had.

  They weren't going to... Fuck, they were, weren't they?

  I gulped. They were expanding my horizons, fast, and showing me just how to cope with two men who wanted to fuck me.

  "Going to fill you to the fucking brim, Cassie," Julian whispered in my ear. "You're going to love what we're going to do to you."

  Oddly, I nodded, more or less automatically. Stupid instincts and horniness were about to literally get me torn apart.

  Thankfully, Jack slowed down as Julian approached. They were going to be nice with me, at least, and not just wantonly thrust things into me.

  A deep breath, Julian massaged my clit, making me anticipate the end result as he brought himself to my entrance and slowly yet surely…well, entered.

  God, immense was a word I would use for it, and yet it felt like an understatement. I really was being torn apart by them, both of the twins’ cocks inside me, feeling as if they could rip me apart.

  I truly was completely at their mercy.

  Bracing myself, I nodded again, but I didn’t know why. Stupid monkey brain was taking over and just wanted satisfaction, no matter what the risk.

  "Fuck, she's crushing me. I like it," Julian said.

  All Jack could do was gasp and agree wholeheartedly with enthusiastic nods.

  The fucking would soon begin. Jack would slide out as Julian slid in. The friction, the pressure between them was so great. Usually, when I was fucked by one of them, it was a tidal wave rolling in and out, my body being the beach, a brief reprieve between each impact.

  Now? I didn't even get that break. It was an endless tsunami crashing into me, defying physics and just overwhelming me with sheer, raw power. I was shaking, screaming for them, and tears were in my eyes. I couldn't move, just endure this bliss and not one thing more when sandwiched between the two hunky twins.

  I could barely hear their own grunts, what all of this was doing to them, far beyond what a normal girl would be giving them. That I was able to take this without erupting into a bloody mess, well, I suddenly felt a whole lot more special, as if I was some sort of sexual super-heroine.

  In and out, pumping from both sides. I was losing it so damn fast. I fought it, wanting to be aware of everything that was happening and being overpowered with orgasms was not how that was done.

  They were pushing me closer and closer to the edge, essentially just dangling me off the cliff at this point.

  "Say it," Julian whispered into my ear. "Tell us you want it."

  "Want—want what?" I somehow managed to spit out.

  "You want us to fill you with cum. Fill you from both sides with our seed. You don't care about the risks. You want to have our child, Cassie. You want all of us."

  I was shaking in place, my mind a fog. I didn't want to think about the present, the problems, my anxieties, or anything like that.

  Julian and Jack had slowed to a point, though, where I wouldn't be coming unless I gave them an answer. Unless I told them what they wanted.

  Unless I accepted my fate as their slut, as the mother of their children.

  In the state I was in, I didn't have the brainpower to overanalyze things. All I could do was say what I wanted at the basest part of my being.

  "Yes, please, fuck me, please, fill me up, give me it all!" I screamed out, the torture of being right on the edge too much to cope with any longer.

  They had permission. They had my wishes.

  They took full advantage.

  Faster than ever before, they went back to pushing me to my absolute limits as a woman, pumping in and out of me, sending me screaming past what I would have once called a climax.

  I was lost, plunging into the sea of ecstatic orgasm.

  My entire body was pulsating with it, every little nerve there was writing with need and desire. I was screaming for them, but I couldn't hear my voice. I was just far too overloaded to properly comprehend it.

  Even in that over-stimulated haze, though, I could feel them quivering inside me. Their cocks pulsing, the cum rushing through them and exploding out and into me.

  Into my ass, where it felt so weird yet so wonderful. The warmth back there? It was wrong, but it was the right kind of wrong, if such a thing could be said.

  Then Julian unleashed himself as well. Blast after blast of his cum running into where nature intended it. This just felt the right kind of right. Warmth emanating from deep within my core. It was spreading through my entire body, so blissful, so great.

  "Fuck, she's just too good to be true, man," Jack said, his breath ragged and rough.

  "She is true. She's good. She's ours, brother."

  They both let me go, freeing my body from the blissful tyranny of their cocks and letting me rest in between them, feeling copious amounts of seed leak out of both of my holes.

  Disgusting yet wonderful.

  They held me close between them. God, this was perfect.

  I had finally made my decision, and I doubted I could have possibly made a better one.

  CHAPTER NINE

  EPILOGUE

  "Cassie," that youthful, curious voice asked me as she helped me mix things for dinner, "can I ask you a question?"

  "What's going on, Tiff?"

  "Are you pregant?" She pointed to my slightly swelling gut that was now poking through my T-shirt.

  I paused and looked down at her. I always thought that was a rude question to ask someone. At least a lot of my friends thought so. Given she was an eight-year-old girl, though, she didn't have a full grasp of proper etiquette around such a thing.

  "First, it's pregnant. There's an 'n' in there. Second, you should be careful who you ask that in the future, okay? Three, yes. Yes, I am."

  "You are? You're having a baby?" Her eyes lit up, like she was more excited about the prospect than I was.

  "That's what being pregnant means, Tiff."

  "Wow. So you're going to be a mommy?"

  I nodded. "And you're going to be an auntie."

  "I am? But I'm not old enough to be an auntie."

  "What do you think aunts are, Tiff?"

  "Um...these old women who hang around Mommy?"

  I shook my head. I supposed I could teach her something. "No, no. Those can be aunts, but an aunt is your parents’ sibling. You can be an aunt just fine."

  She scratched her head. "How am I going to be an auntie then?"

  "Your brothers are going to be daddies. That means you are the sibling of t
his child's parents. You're going to be an aunt, Tiff."

  "Oh, I see. Can I do aunt things with the baby when it's born?"

  "Depends on what you think aunt things are."

  She shrugged. Which was fine, because I didn’t know what she thought she was going to do.

  The penthouse was a warm place now. I did my part in taking care of Tiff, but the whole professional babysitter thing at this point was just excess, something that I could put on my resume in the future.

  I'd still pursue that, yes. I'd take it as it came. I had ensnared two fine men and was already building a family. Why not embrace it while it was sitting right there? There was no way I was ever going to find anything better.

  Even as I cooked, though, I had to deal with the predatory glares of Jack and Julian.

  They knew they couldn't take me right now. Not with Tiff watching.

  As soon as she wasn't, though?

  God, my nights were never boring, even less so since they found out I was pregnant. I always heard that pregnancy hormones would make you horny, yet the only thing I'd noticed so far was that it made the two of them even hornier.

  Which really was surprising because I didn't think that should be possible.

  Our lust was quickly morphing into love, too. Sure, we went about the whole relationship thing in terribly the wrong order. You got to know someone a lot through pillow talk, and we'd even arranged for Isabella to watch Tiff every so often—for a nice bonus—so we could go out and on a proper date.

  A tour of the city, more sights and sounds than I had ever dreamed of seeing, and even some dirty time in places that were hardly appropriate for us to be dirty in.

  I carried the dish over to the oven and slid it in, turning back around to catch Julian licking his lips my way. There was no doubt in my mind that it wasn't for food, just letting me know what was I in for.

  I set the timer for the oven, and it also reminded me that I had time where I didn't need to show full attention to the dish.

  "Tiff, why don't you go play with your Xbox for a bit?"

  "Okay, Cassie." She happily ran off, pleased to have permission to go sit in front of the TV like a potato for a change.