Kaitlin stared up into the contorted face of the guy whose cock was pressed at the back of her throat. She moaned as she felt another press deep inside her cunt, pushing her forward even more as it slipped to the back of her throat. How had she gotten herself into this situation, she wondered.
She had never been the type to follow rules. Hell, her mother had been a rule breaker. A hippie psychic, personal trainer, life coach and a dozen other things who had taught her beloved only child to question everything and everyone. Herself first and foremost. A thoughtful life, her mother called it.
Tears came to her eyes and it was not just from gagging around the cock in her mouth or the slight discomfort of the deep fucking that her cunt was taking. Today had been her mother's funeral. The vibrant and loving woman who had raised her to be an independent thinking had wasted away over the past year as cancer ate away first at her breasts then her bones and finally the brilliant mind that Kaitlin had always tried to emulate.
The gentle touch on her cheek caused her to look up. "Hey, you okay, Katie? We don't have to do this you know. I mean if you..." he trailed off.
The other cock in her cunt stopped thrusting, holding perfectly still as a hand comfortingly stroked the curve of her bottom, "Yeah, Kates, you know we love you to pieces. Why don't we get dressed, order a pizza and just talk for a bit?"
Kaitlin was not sure if she wanted to laugh, cry or scream. Everyone knew that guys had only one tract minds. Sex. Why would two hot twin brothers want to stop fucking when they had a willing partner between them?
But that was not Tony and Timmy. They had always been so much more than they seemed. It was what had made them Kaitlin's best friends since high school. And why her mother had adored the boys as she called them.
Like Kaitlin, they had been raised by a single mother but that was where the similarities ended. While Kaitlin's mom had always found someway of paying the rent and keeping food on the table yet being there when her daughter got out of school, their mother worked two and sometimes three jobs to support her sons. They rarely saw her, let alone have hot chocolate chip cookies, cold milk and a sympathetic ear waiting every day after school. Within months, the boys had started to come home with her. They had become not just best friends but brothers almost.
Yet now, on thee worst day of her life, she found herself spit fired between their cocks. She chuckled softly around Tony's cock in her mouth as she shook her head. "Don't stop," she mumbled around its thickness as she forced her head further down it until she gagged once more.
Tony shook his dark head as he studied her face for a long moment. She was not sure if it was what he found in her eyes or the way that she brought one hand up to tickle and tug softly at his balls that convinced him that she meant what she said. She pushed back against Tim's thick cock as well. "Just fuck me, all right," she commanded.
"Our pleasure," she heard Timmy growl from behind her as she felt his hand wrap through her hair and pull gently. "You know how many times we dreamt of this? How many nights we fell asleep talking about this fantasy? Your tight cunt and smart mouth taking both our cocks. Open and wet for us. Damn girl, you run us a merry chase."
Tony caressed her cheek as he rocked his hips forward forcing more and more of his cock down her throat. "But we have you now, sweet Katydid. And we aren't letting you go either."
Katie felt a tiny fissure of fear bloom in her gut. What was Tony talking about? This was a fantasy. A joint one. A one time thing. An itch that had needed to be scratched since high school. That was all it was.
Until last week, she had not seen the brothers in almost a decade. Not since high school graduation. Not since the night that the three of them had gotten drunk in her room and the brothers had passed her back and forth between them, kissing and caressing her. For an eighteen year old virgin, that night had become her darkest, most taboo fantasy. Being shared by the twin brothers, her best friends. It had not gone any further that night. But it had been played out hundreds, no, thousands of times in her fantasies every since.
Then as her mother slipped further and further from her, as she felt her whole world crumbling beneath her feet, they had ridden back into town like cowboy heroes on white stallions. Except it had been a red sports car. Somehow it was as if nothing had ever happened, as if they had always been there, as if ten years had not slipped by since high school.
They had laughed and cried with her and her mother during those final days when only the hospice nurses kept round the clock vigil with them. They had held her between them as her beloved mother slipped into the coma that would take her from the constant pain she had felt for months. They had cocooned her between them after that last ragged breath. Tony had lifted her and cared her into the other bedroom in the small beach bungalow that she had shared with her mother for a lifetime. She had fallen asleep exhausted between them.
They had overseen everything for the past few days. Making certain that everything was done to her mother's specification down to the letter. Then when the last of her mother's 'followers' as she called them had left they had handed her a glass of red wine and taken her into four strong arms. Maybe it seemed strange or wrong to the world, but their arms were almost as comforting as her mother's had been. If it were not for the sexual tension that always seemed to linger just below the surface. If not for the fantasies that had taken root and grown in Kaitlin's vivid imagination since graduation.
They had all curled up on the big sectional sofa in the living room. They had laughed and talked for hours. Remembering stories from their youth, catching up on one another's lives and most of all celebrating the life that her mother had lived and her legacy in each of either hearts. As the wine started to go to her head, Katie had let it slip: her secret fantasy. But rather than be shocked by it as she had always feared her friends might be, they had blanked her tighter between them. Suddenly, just as she had been that night, she was being passed back and forth between them, kissing, touching, caressing until she was not sure who was doing what. Tony and Timmy became one. One dark, naughty, taboo fantasy brought to life.
What had started in the living room moved to her bedroom. Clothes disappeared somehow, although with six hands working fast and furiously she supposed she should not be surprised. Then she found herself on her knees. Two cocks in her face. And like a little girl in a toy shop she had not known which to choose. But she did not have to. Instead she had gone back and forth between them. In a moment of lust, stupidity and goddess only knew what else, she had even tried to swallow them both at the same time. Where other guys might have been intensely uncomfortable with such cock on cock touching, the twins had merely joined her in raucous laughter at the failed attempt to enact some porn star fantasy.
Then things had gotten serious as Timmy had climbed onto the bed behind her. His large hand had pushed her upper body down until her face was once more on level with his brother's cock as he stood by the bed. "Suck Tony's cock like our good little slut." Her whole body had tingled at his words. From anyone else those words would have earned a slap in the face, but this was Timmy. She knew that he did not mean it as an insult. Besides the possessive use of the word 'our' seemed to soften it somehow. She had obeyed thoughtlessly, something that she rarely did.
