We crowded into the cab, one twin on either side of me. Pshew! How many women would give their eyeteeth to be in my position? There was only one thing to do: enjoy it. So I did, settling back into the vinyl seat and breathing in their pheromones. I wondered if pheromones really worked, because if they did, the twins were drowning in the subconscious scent of receptive pussy.
Then I felt a hand on my thigh. A gentle lie of a warm palm, not demanding, just enjoying. I didn't say anything, but I stretched a little in the seat, letting my legs slide uncrossed.
On my other thigh, fingers started making soft wavy patterns. Nobody looked at anybody else, but everybody knew what was going on. The fingers moved upward, the hand inward. Okay, make that the obvious scent of receptive pussy.
It was my move now. The closest I'd ever come to anything kinky was Version #5 of The World's Most Ghastly Perm, circa 1987. Back then I'd have been appalled if two guys had started feeling me up. But of course I was older, wiser, and hornier now, having recently (if the books were right) reached my sexual peak. And this was the Keno brothers seducing me!
So why not? I moved my fingers gradually outward, brushing against their thighs. Now Leigh's palm moved to the smooth skin of my inner thigh, and Leslie's fingers slipped under the leg of my shorts and explored the crease where my leg met my abdomen. Momentarily I wished I'd have worn sexier underwear, but by then Leslie's pinky finger was almost at my pussy lip, and the sudden burst of heat and wetness in my slit made all other thoughts vanish.
I moved my right hand up Leslie's thigh, matching his boldness, till the heel of my hand touched the edge of his bulge. I could feel the tension of the fabric of his chinos stretched across it. Then it was Leigh's turn. For him a more discreet approach: I trailed my fingertips down to his knee and then back up again, letting them come to rest just shy of the ridge under his fly. I was rewarded; the brothers both shifted a little in their seats, then resumed their ministrations.
They didn't actually touch my pussy, but just as we got ready to exit the cab I glazed my palms over their bulges. We got out of the cab as if nothing had happened--the twins insisted on paying the fare--and on the way to my door they both offered me their arms. I felt like a model in a fashion ad, sashaying up the steps with a fabulous blond at each side and the perfect breeze fanning out my equally perfect hair and oodles of paparazzi stamping on each other's heads to snap my picture....
Reality intervened briefly as we climbed the stairs to my apartment and I let us in. It's a pretty nice place, if small, and I'm a neat freak so there were no worries about how it looked. I put my purse down and asked them if they'd like something to drink. I had half a bottle of some nice white wine in the fridge, and that sounded good to all of us, so I poured three glasses, we drank a few swallows, and then I said, "Well, I guess if I'm going to change clothes, I better do it now."
It was kind of an impasse. I couldn't just say, "So ya wanna screw my brains out?" and they couldn't just say, "Can we go in with ya and hump your heinie?" So after a moment I said, "I'm not sure what to wear. Do you think you'd like to help me pick something out?"
Maybe it wasn't the sleekest invitation, but it wasn't crude, either. Anyway, it worked; they nodded and we all walked into the bedroom. For a few moments I made the pretense of opening the closet, but it wasn't too long until I felt fingers slide up under the butt of my shorts. The sexiness of it sent a tense thrill shimmering through my body, and then a hand reached through from behind and lingered between my legs. I turned around and faced the twins. If it were one man this would have been when we'd embrace, but how did you hug two people? So I just went toward them and lay a hand on the small of each of their backs. We all leaned in together until our faces were touching--then burst into a flurry of kisses and nuzzles. Surprising how erotic it can be to kiss two other people at once, lips all over lips, lips on cheeks, noses on cheeks. What was really exciting was that the brothers were kissing each other with the same delight as they were kissing me. We ended up in a three-way French kiss, three tongues tantalizing each other, while our hands began to play with the fastenings of each other's clothes. My pussy was already hot and wet, and their cocks were pushed up high against their flies. I backed away a little and caught their hands.
"Undress each other," I said, hearing rather than feeling myself say it.
They slid each other's clothing off with slow appreciation, taking the time to feel and caress each other's bodies. Their underwear was as utilitarian as mine, their bodies--like mine--attractive, but not without a sprinkling of imperfections. That made me feel a bit more confident, so I joined the game, moving my hands all over them to enjoy their smooth skin with scallops of tight muscle underneath, their soft blond body hair, and finally their cocks. I pulled a hand up each one simultaneously, feeling the texture change from satin at the base to velvet at the tip, the blood pulsing fiercely deep inside. Like the rest of them, their cocks were nearly but not exactly identical; not gigantic but not tiny, just the right length, girth, and curve to please my cunt. My clit tickled at the thought, and I went to unsnap my shorts.
Four hands grabbed my hands away and began to ease my clothes off and explore my body with delicious attentiveness. A few kisses followed--on my hipbone, my thigh, my navel, my breasts. I was ready to waver down and collapse like a Slinky from the pleasure, and then Leigh wrapped his strong arms around me and pulled my body up against his, and kissed me on my mouth.
A man who knows how to kiss knows how to quench and inflame your thirst at the same time. We drank from each other's lips, silkily at first, then edging toward greed. Leslie's hands ran down both our sides; then his body came up against the back of mine and I felt him push my hair to one side and start kissing the nape of my neck. Being between their warm bodies like that, the texture of their skin enveloping me, brought my blood to the surface all over, leaving me hot and tingly. Their cocks slid between my legs, one gliding along my pussy and pubic bone, one my cunthole and ass cheeks. I could feel them rubbing their cockheads together, and pretty soon all of us were rocking our bodies and drawing hard breaths.
"Bed," I said, somewhere between a plea and a moan.
