She made plans with them for the soonest night they were both available. She was going to go over their place for dinner. Yeah, dinner... but she knew their massive cocks would end up being her dessert. Mm, so exciting. She licked her oversized lips just thinking about it. But now she got to spend time agonizing over what she was going to wear.
Obviously the main criteria was how much of her body she could get away with showing. If she was going directly to their place, she didn't have to worry about getting in trouble for indecent public exposure. She could easily get away with no bra. Her fake jugs sprung up so perfectly perky without any help, and she loved having the shape of her nipples tauntingly visible through the fabric of her tops. She'd have to be careful to avoid a public nip slip. Could she get away with no panties? Her skirts were all so tight and short that bending over would show it all. Hmm, on second thought, flirting with danger like that sounded enticing. Maybe one day she would try to get in trouble for indecent exposure on purpose.
Speaking of flirting with danger, she had another idea. Maybe she should actually play hard to get today, instead of giving it up so eagerly like last time. Well, she would be giving it up eagerly, just... pretending not to. She knew that if she teased them, got them worked up and then turned around and pretended to tell them no, they would get aggressive. Maybe she could see how aggressive she could get them to get.
She could imagine it now. Their fierce growls, stunned anger flashing in their eyes. "What'd you say to me, bitch?" they would snarl. Would they pin her down and grab her and force her? How rough would they get, before it'd be almost too much for her? She imagined being overwhelmed by them, having to quickly change her tune to placate them. She'd drop to her knees and reach eagerly at their huge bulges, tug at the waistbands of their pants. "No, please," she'd whimper, caressing their cocks. "I'll do anything for you." Mmmmm. She would do anything for them. Yeah, that sounded really hot. She decided she'd try it, and play hard to get with them a little bit tonight.
As for clothes, she settled on a dress that would be private bedroom lingerie for most girls. But she was so not most girls. The tiny baby pink dress was made of a tight, shimmery fabric that clung to her every curve, and just as she'd planned, the snugness of the fabric the only thing holding back her huge tits from springing right out of the low cut top. And the bottom of her round ass cheeks were definitely visible out the bottom of the short skirt. She admired herself in the mirror, and noticed that, in the right lighting, the fabric was see through. She could see the color of her pink areolas right through the dress.
She did herself up even more. Her long nails were painted pink, and today she put on a different lip gloss. This one was a lip plumper that tingled as she put it on. As if she needed it, as her lips were already huge, but if she could get them even a little bit plumper and poutier, they'd look and feel even more luscious on the boys' cocks. Hmm, she needed even more than this. She put on a choker too, one with a heart shaped ring in it that could be yanked up and used as a gag. In most circumstances, a guy could then stick his cock through the ring and force her to suck him off while she was gagged. But she bet these guys' huge cocks were probably too girthy to fit through the ring. Oh, well. It was the naughty symbolism of it that made the statement about what kind of slut she was.
She finished her outfit off with a pair of strappy six inch stiletto heels. Too bad she couldn't wear her even higher fetish heels, but she literally couldn't walk in those. Then again, that was kind of the point, to make herself into such a helpless fuck doll that she'd have to crawl on her hands and knees. She imagined inviting the guys over to her place one day soon. Then she could wear the fetish heels. Maybe then she could answer the door in those heels, the choker, and nothing else.
When she looked over herself in the mirror, and thought of the huge hunky boys that she was going to be with tonight, it was all she could do not to rub herself a little right away. The temptation was so strong as her pussy lips swelled and throbbed with need. But she had to make herself wait for the boys. She would get to cum when they said she was allowed to, and not before. Well, she was ready then. Time to saunter downstairs...
When they came to pick her up in their truck, they were sitting there, one in the driver's seat, the other riding shotgun. They were each wearing roughly torn up jeans, and short sleeved button up shirts that were deliciously not buttoned up at all. She looked them over. They looked remarkably similar, with the same dark brown hair, dark eyes, and tanned skin. They were oddly baby faced, with youthful profiles she'd almost describe as cute, but their constant cocky smirks were so devilish enough that it made the word cute too soft. She wasn't sure of their age, and face wise she might call them boys, but body wise? Men. No, not just men. Hunks? Studs? Sex gods? Perfection?? Yum.
"Hey, I'm Kyle," the driver said. His hair was tousled, and as he held his arm in a flexed position, she noticed that his biceps bulged more than was his usual. He must have been the kind of guy that thought bigger was always better in a lot of things, and always tried to bulk up his muscles even more.
"I'm Ryan," said the passenger. His hair was shaggier, and as he leaned back in his seat a bit, she noticed that what she remembered was a six pack before was now an even more defined eight pack. So both of them must work out a lot, not just maintaining their bodies but striving to get even stronger all the time.
She imagined watching them work out, gazing at them as their bodies glistened with sweat. They must get tired and sore after exerting themselves. They would probably love having those muscles massaged. Rubbed, licked, adored and worshiped. She could get in the shower with them after their workout. She could start with rubbing their shoulders, then descending lower and lower bit by bit until her mouth was level with their cocks...
"Get in," Ryan said, snapping his finger at her to bring her out of her daze.
"Yeah," she said, obediently getting into the back seat.
"Good girl," Kyle chuckled. Oh, hearing him say that felt good. It made her feel like she was a dog or something. A pet. Their pet. Their toy.
"Yeah, so we were thinking, you have some amazing tits," Ryan said. "We fucked you lots of ways last time, but we didn't give your tits enough attention. So tonight we're going to make sure to fuck your tits. That sound good?"
"Mm, you gonna cram your huge cock between my tits?" Chrystal giggled. "Then you can cram the tip of it into my mouth, and you can make me lick and suck it while you fuck my tits." She couldn't resist any longer. She had to play with herself a little bit, even if it was only her nipples. She slid her fingers down between the fabric and her skin and rubbed them teasingly, just enough to get them hard.
"Are you playing with yourself back there?" Kyle said, turning around for just a second to smirk at her. "Mm. I can see your nipples through your dress. They look so squeezable and suckable."
"Uhn, talking like this is making me so horny," she said. "Shit, I can feel my pussy getting wet. And I have on a really short skirt and no panties. I'm gonna get my pussy juices on the seat of your car."
"It's okay, babe. We bang a lot of girls. That wouldn't be the first time pussy juice got on the backseat of our car."
"Heh. Yeah, we do bang a lot of girls, but you're the sluttiest one we've ever met. Playing with your nips in the backseat of the car before we even had dinner? Fuck."
She just giggled at that and continued to play with her nipples, pinching them a little bit too now. The sharp jolt of pain of her squeezing her own nipples, followed by her soft rubbing them, ooh. She was so glad they were at the guys' place now. She couldn't wait.
They went inside. The apartment was clean and tidy but unremarkable. What was remarkable was how the guys effortlessly tossed their shirts aside as soon as they got inside. Were they going to have dinner shirtless? Apparently. Both of them stretched, like they were feeling stiff from being in the car, but she knew why they were really doing it. They were flexing their muscles for her, and she loved it. She couldn't help but just stare. Ryan smirked as he made eye contact with her, and Kyle let out a sly "heh" as he moved from just a stretch to a more deliberate flex of his huge biceps.
Dinner was chicken parmesan and spaghetti, but Chrystal barely cared. Well, the food was good enough. She wondered where it came from. Did these guys order it, or could they cook? It was kind of hot if they cooked. Did that mean they had a tiny soft spot maybe? To be honest, she almost wondered a lot about them. How old were they? She assumed they were brothers, but were they twins? They looked like they could be. Curiosity overtook her.
"How old are you guys, anyway?" she asked.
"Old enough. Obviously we're in college like you."
"Oh. Yeah. 'Cause you play football for our rival school." She twirled her hair around her finger, then took another bite of her food. "Mm. Did you cook this?"
