So What Next Pt 04

I double down on my first real sexual experiences. To know who we are I suggest reading the previous parts of 'SO, WHAT NEXT?' first.

All characters are over 18.

Today's Saturday and we have a home game this afternoon, football that is. I came home after a notable night of sex to find Ben and my Mum eating breakfast in their pyjamas. Ben is a soft-spoken Jamaican in his forties. He works at our local library. I've often seen him there and he always has this lovely smile and, as I just found out when I went for my shower, an impressively large penis. Did he mean me to see it or was it just an accident? Either way it's imprinted on my brain. I am so jealous of my Mum as he had obviously slept over and she's already admitted he's a sensational fuck. While I was eating the breakfast she made me, she let slip that he hadn't had his usual stamina, but she said she wasn't complaining because at her age twice in one night is enough. A short time later Ben left for work. After he was gone, she started massaging her groin and confided that her vagina was feeling it a bit.

Around ten-thirty I go out for a long walk and my mind keeps imagining the things that Ben and my Mum...my Mum! have been doing. I should explain it's been five years since my Dad left us, and I'm pretty sure Mum had not had any sex until she and Ben first did it a couple of weeks ago. That's just about the time I had my first real sexual encounter. Okay it was only mutual masturbation, but it was in a cinema, and it was pretty hot.

Yesterday, I had my first fuck with a boy I had a crush on at school. It wasn't great but then I fucked his elder brother, Tom, who was so much better until he also turned out to also be a dick. The thing is his girlfriend is my best friend on the football team even though she's two years older. According to Tom all they do is some heavy petting and she's okay with his need to get his rocks off elsewhere. It's just awkward that this time it was with me. I'll see her in the change room this afternoon but I'm certainly not going to say anything.

By the time I get home for an early lunch my mind is back on Ben and my Mum. I'm eating some cold meats and salad when Mum pokes her head round the door.

"Have a good game, dear!" She seems a bit quiet.

"Thanks Mum!"

"You seem rather quiet today," says Allie, as we are changing. "How's things with you and Jamie?"

"Done and dusted," I reply, "He's a selfish prick!"

"Oh, dear! I hope you aren't hurt. Breakups can be painful."

I laugh. "I was the one who did the breaking,"

"Ah, that might explain a comment Tom made. I won't repeat it, but it was about you, and it wasn't very complimentary."

"Come on, you better tell me."

"Well, I wasn't sure if it related back to you and Jamie in the cinema, but he suggested your morals are loose. Well, let's face it he called you a slut."

I was tempted to tell her that was because I hadn't been his obedient sub, but telling would only hurt her and I did not want to do that.

The game ended in a draw, and I felt I hadn't played my best. I had trouble focussing, my mind was elsewhere. However, we are still tied in first place. After Allie and Judy and I tidied up, we are showering when I heard my phone ring. I step out and drying my hands on my towel I said, "Hello?"

It's Mum but she sounds awful.

"Sorry, love, but I think I must have the flu. I'm feeling tired and achy, and I have a sore throat. I tried calling Ben to let him know I can't come over tonight, but he wasn't answering. Can you stop by and tell him? I'll give you his address it's close to where you are, so it won't be out of your way."

"Okay, Mum. I can do that. Take care."

I pull my jeans on over my underwear and don't bother with a bra. I have a thin form-hugging T-shirt. It's all I'll need as it's quite a warm day. As soon as I'm dressed, I wave Allie goodbye and head for Ben's place. It's only about three hundred yards away. I go up the steps and knock on the door. I wait but no one answers. I knock again and still no answer.

"He's out," I think and start to turn away. I turn back and try the door handle. It opens, it's not locked.

"He's probably in the loo," I think as I step through the hall and look into the kitchen. To my surprise Ben is sitting there reading a book.

"Ben," I say and when he doesn't move, I repeat it louder. No reaction but then there's a voice behind me.

"Sorry, I was in the loo."

I turn and there is Ben. I look back and he's still sitting at the kitchen table.

"That's Roy. We're twins. He's very deaf."

Not just twins, as far as I can see they are identical twins and instantly a thought enters my mind. No wonder Ben had less stamina when he stayed over at our house. When mum stays here, I bet they are both fucking her, and she doesn't even know it. Just maybe, I have a way to test that theory.

"Hello Ben!" I say, " I'm here to tell ..."

"...me that your mother isn't feeling well. I know she just called. She not sure if she's infectious. She wants you to consider staying the night with one of your friends."

"Oh, right! Maybe I could stay here with you and Roy. It seems easier than calling around. I wouldn't be any trouble." As I say this, I can see he's eyeing my nipples.

"Well, I think you should check with your Mum."

I call Mum. She sounds terrible and tells me she has a doctor's appointment for the morning. She asks if I got her message. I say 'Yes' and it's simplest if I just stay with Ben. She says that makes sense as long as he's okay with it. He's been listening in, and I pass him the phone. He says I'm welcome to stay and he hopes she'll be better soon.

So that's sorted.

"You can sleep in my room," Ben says, "I can bunk in with Roy." I can't believe my luck as he shows me upstairs. There are three bedrooms but one is part storeroom, part office. I note there is just the one main bathroom. I drop my bag in Ben's room it just my football kit: shirt, shorts, sports bra, pants, socks and shin guards, and my boots in a plastic bag. My only other clothes are the ones I'm now wearing.

We go back downstairs, and he goes to a cupboard, bends and opens the bottom section and pulls out two cans of Guiness. I extend my hand, and he says, "That was actually for Roy, but I guess you can have it."

He hands it to me, bends down again and pulls out another.

"Come on, I'll introduce you," he continues, as I pull the tab on the can. "Hold on, I'll get you a glass."

We go to the kitchen, and he puts three glasses all bearing the name 'Guiness' on the counter. He upends his open can and lets the dark beer fill the glass until a head of foam rests on it surface. I replicate his move and am delighted with the result. I've never actually drunk Guiness but I've seen pictures of it forever. I take a sip as he pours the other one and carries the glass over to Roy who looks up from his book and sees me. His eyes focus on my breasts.

"Roy, this is Dawn, she's Jeanie's daughter. Jeanie's not well and Dawn going to spend the night with us." I've never heard any one call my Mum 'Jeanie', she's always Jean.

"Hello Dawn, nice to meet you," says Roy extending his hand. His voice is also so similar to Ben's.

"Likewise," I say, and he says, "I'll put my hearing aids in, but you'll still have to speak louder. I'm quite deaf."

Ben turns on the television and it's highlights of the day's Premier League games. I sit next to Ben as we both sip our beers.

"I like this beer," I say as the adverts come on.

"Yes, it's a stout, lot's of flavour, low alcohol."

I notice there are sub-titles on the screen, and they quite often make mistakes in understanding what the commentators say.

Roy comes over and I move closer to Ben leaving him room on the couch even though there are two chairs in the room. He sits beside me.

When the programme finishes Ben says, I'll get us take-away. "What would you like Dawn? There's 'fish and chips' or a 'pizza' place quite close."

"I'm easy," I say, giving the second word a little emphasis.

"How about you Roy?" He says as he gives me a look.

"I vote for the fish."

"I thought you would. That's sorted. Fish it is."

We eat our dinner off trays in front of a silly comedy. When we've cleaned up Roy goes off to his room. Ben says he has a couple of things to do, and I ask if I can have a bath and wash my hair. He comes upstairs with me and finds me a fresh towel and a towelling robe and slippers, which he got from some hotel. I'm luxuriating in the bath when there's a light knock on the door which opens, and Roy comes in. Honestly, I only know it's Roy and not Ben by the clothes he's wearing, which is quite creepy.

"Sorry, got to pee," he says as he raises the toilet seat, and I watch as he opens his fly and pulls out his long thick cock. Seconds later a thick stream of urine is pouring out of it, and he reacts almost as if he's in pain. It goes on and on, he wasn't kidding. All the time I'm watching him, he's watching me. His eyes roam up and down my body and I'm not trying to hide. I like the feeling I'm getting. In fact, I decide it's time for me to get out of the bath as he finishes washing his hands.

"Roy," I say as I stand up holding out a hand. He hears me and takes my hand as I step out of the bath.

"Thank you," withdrawing my hand from his. He passes me my towel and watches as I start to dry myself. When I draw the towel between my legs, he gives a cough and turns, opens the door and leaves. I can feel every cell in my body pulsating with excitement. I finish drying myself and slip on the robe and slippers. Then I go back downstairs. Roy and Ben are sitting watching the television. I've seen this show, it's on every week. It's called 'Naked Attraction', and either a man or a woman critiques five members of the opposite sex as their naked bodies are slowly revealed a step at a time from the feet up.

I've found it quite educational, but it's nothing like the real thing especially as the penis's are always soft. I squeeze in between Ben and Roy and sit down. Naturally they're watching some guy evaluating women. So far, the genitals are all that's revealed and Ben and Roy seem quite happy with that as the fully dressed male contestant appraises them with the lady game host. Ben likes a bit of hair while Roy favours full Brazilian. Then their breasts are revealed and its seems Ben, Roy and the contestant on the screen are all in disagreement about the relative merits of the different body parts.

When the faces are revealed, I lean forward as if interested letting the robe gape open to expose one breast at least to Ben. He's still watching the screen, but he notices when I rest my hand on his thigh above the knee. I remove it as if just becoming aware I have touched him and lean back which exposes my breast more completely, as I stare fixedly at the television. Ben looks over at Roy but he's really ogling my breast and the erect nipple. Roy has less of a view but I'm sure he sees the nipple jutting above the hem of the robe. He looks back at the screen and says, "She's nice," as he looks at the girl being interviewed, "but her tits are too big. I prefer young, firm ones with hard nipples," and I know he's really talking about me.

"Yes, you can't beat young firm flesh," agrees Ben.

Before I know it, I have replaced my hand on Ben's thigh closer to his hip. He lifts it and places it on his jeans right where I can feel the outline of his cock. He doesn't look at me or say anything.

"Should I remove it," I wonder, but it rests there, and I can feel every tremor in both our bodies. Apparently, the show has ended, and Roy gets up looks at us and he says,

"Good Night! Sleep well."

Ben picks up the remote and turns off the television.

"You should be in bed, young lady," he says lifting my hand from his jeans, "and so should I."

My heart races as he follows me up stairs and opens the door to his room. He leads me to the bed and folds back coverlet and sheet. Then to my dismay he turns and heads back towards the door.

"I need to clean my teeth," I say.

"Quite right! I'll be in with Roy."

"Oh!" I say in a soft sad way, as I let the robe fall from my shoulders.

He turns and lets his eyes rove across my naked body.

"You'll be all right, but if you have a bad dream, you only need to call."

"Thank you," I say, as I step past him and head for the bathroom.

Surprisingly I quickly fall asleep. My eyes open as I hear the door. "Did I hear you call?" he asks in a whisper.

"Yes," I lie, "I was having this my terrible dream. Could you hold me?" I fold back the covers and move away.

In the darkness I sense his weight as he climbs into bed, and I am immediately aware he is naked. I move towards him, and he hugs me. He must be quite aroused as I feel its firmness press against me.

"How's that?"

"Very comforting! I feel warmer already."

"Good! Here warm your hands they must be cold."

"Oh, that is so much warmer. Are you all right?"

"Yes, I like your gentle touch, but I don't mind if you go faster."

I have both hands around its length as I move more vigorously. Then I bend forward and lick the head. There is no way I am getting that into my mouth, but I can run my tongue around the outside. I feel his hands on my shoulder and then he pushes me onto my back and moves above me. His long fingers part my lips and caress my clit as I continue to wank him. His other hand brushes my enflamed nipples and then he leans closer, and I feel his tongue on my right nipple. Brilliant!

He begins to suck on it and the fingers of his right hand move from my clit to my juicy opening and play there. I pull his cock towards me as I let my legs spread wider. And then he is between my legs guiding his cock with his left hand. I almost pass out with excitement as I feel the tip of his monster brush my cunt. Even in the complete darkness I am terrified by the size of it, and I bite my lip as I feel him push gently forward. From somewhere he has produced some lube for his cock. It's huge but I am slowly opening to let it in. It stretches me wide, and I feel it ought to be painful, but it's not. I pull on his hips to help its entry remembering Tom's words that I must be active to fully enjoy it. It must be halfway in, and he keeps advancing. It pushes against my cervix so gently that it hardly hurts. Little thrills spark from hitherto undiscovered places and he's still gently pushing. I've taken my hand off it but now when I reach down, I'm surprised to realize he is not fully in me. There must be well more than an inch still not buried in me, but now he is withdrawing, and the sensations are as electric as they were going in.

He rises on his outstretched arms and begins to thrust in and slowly withdraw. I find my hips rising to meet each entry as I brace myself on my shoulders and it's amazing...fucking amazing! With each thrust his large and stubbly balls are punishing my bum. An urgency is building in me which I cannot stop, and I am shuddering with pleasure as the orgasm rips through me. He senses it and slows down, but as I recover, he picks up his pace again. Already I feel another orgasm build inside me, but I am fighting it with every fibre of my body, teetering on the crest. There should be a law against this I hate the loss of control, but it is so fucking amazing! I feel a deeper thrust as he fully buries himself and there is an explosion of his cum inside me flooding my uterus. I lose consciousness as I let the second orgasm sweep over me.

Ben is patting my cheek and saying, "There, there, that was good. Right?" and all I can say is, "Fucking amazing!" as I smile at him. He's still inside me, but it doesn't feel as hard, and he pulls out spilling semen everywhere. Copious amounts are leaking from my cunt, which feel quite empty now he's gone. He rises from the bed saying, "enough for now."

The clock reads 2:23 as I lapse back into a contented sleep. It's reading 4:42 as I am again awakened, and I know right away I am right. This is Roy, not Ben. He slides in behind me and caresses my bum then his hand slides between my legs to finger my cunt and immediately the juices begin to flow. My cunt feels a little chaffed and I guide his fingers to my bum. I immediately sense his excitement. Has he done this before? Certainly not with my mum. Not that she would have told me, but I just know she would say it was disgusting.

He get's murmuring, "We need some jelly,' and leaves. I turn over onto my back. When he comes back, he hovers over me and pulling back the foreskin he pushes his huge cock towards my mouth. As I lick it something unpleasant oozes into my mouth. Did he already put lube on it? I open my mouth wider and try to envelop the head as he pushes forward. I get about half the head in before I think my jaw will crack and I stop trying and turn on my side.

"Your mum did better," he mutters.

"Too much information," I think, "It's Roy, Ben would never have said something as crass."

I'm changing my mind about whether this is such a good idea, when he lifts me from the bed, turns me over and lays me down on my stomach with my bare bum sticking out so I'm dangling off the side of the bed. He sticks a couple of lube-covered fingers into my bum and squiggles them around. Then I feel him start to squeeze his big black cock into my arse. Now that is painful as he leaves little time for my sphincter to adjust to his size. His arm across my shoulders is pressing my face into the bed, so I don't have much chance to shout. I don't even try, just give grunts of pain. His balls bang against me and I know he's deep.

The truth is that as my body adjusts, I do start to get shocks of pleasure from deep inside and they increase as he begins the inevitable thrust and parry. He must feel how tight I am and suddenly I feel his flow as he climaxes. I expect to feel him withdraw but he is still hard. One or other of us must have yelled because the door opens, and a light is switched on. I can raise my head as Roy has lifted his arms from my shoulders. I look round and see Ben. He quickly comes forward and Roy's cock leaves me. I don't know whether to be happy or sad. I was just getting into it.

Together they lift me up and I stand shakily. Ben climbs onto the beds and Roy lifts me again and lays me face up on Ben's stomach. He then climbs above me and angles his dripping rigid cock towards my cunt. From underneath Ben begins to slide his swollen member into my still dilated arse. At the same time Roy pushes my legs wide apart and starts to push into my cunt. They are both gripping my hips as they struggle to embed themselves. I can feel each's progress and soon I can feel them through the membranes of skin that separate my two holes. It's somewhat painful but also exciting. Ben's ability to move is limited but Roy more than makes up for it. By bending my knees and placing my feet either side of Ben's thighs, I can contribute with thrusts and Kegels of my own.

My lapsed excitement is rekindled, and I am rushing towards a climax as the sparks fly. I come first, it's not even close, and I'm building to the next as Roy starts to sprint to the finish. Their two cocks rubbing must have also done it for Ben too as he is bucking beneath me and I feel one and then the other release in their, or rather my, respective holes. I experience a mini-climax but that's okay. Roy collapses on me and we all just lie there in a heap dripping cum.

"So that's what a MFM sandwich feels like," I think, "Not something one wants to do everyday, but it does add to the resume of 'firsts'."

Their cocks are so large they don't naturally fall out, but Roy's is half out and completes its exit when he gets to his knees and then to his feet. Then he just wanders off. Ben helps to lift me off his as I use first my elbows and then my hands to get off him. Each exit triggers a larger flow of cum.