My brother and I paused.
“Are you okay doing a gang-bang?”
Arielle wiped at her wet cheeks again.
“Yes. Or at least, I thought I was, but when I saw all of you, I started getting panicky. Again, I’ve never done this before.”
Colt shoots her a look.
“Never done this?” he echoed. “You’ve never been with men, or you’ve never?—”
“No, I’m not a virgin,” she corrected hastily. “I just … well, I needed the money so I agreed to do a gang-bang,” she said, her voice dying to a whisper on the word “gang-bang.” “The rate is a lot more,” she explained, cheeks flushing from humiliation. “And I need to make rent.”
My heart contracted because people often have pre-conceived notions about who you meet in certain types of work. Yes, Arielle was beautiful to look at and dressed like a slutty ho, but it’s clear that she was a young girl trying to get by in a harsh and unrelenting world. My heart swooped, and I wanted to help her.
“Let’s get you warmed up, then. How about it?”
Arielle colored, her cheeks going a fetching shade of pink.
“What do you mean?”
Colt and I shared a glance.
“My brother and I will help you loosen up,” I clarified in a deep voice. “It won’t be a gang-bang, but taking two men will get you prepped so that you can be ready for what comes later in the night. Think of it as a step in the right direction.”
Arielle blushed again, and my heart contracted again with emotion. The girl was beautiful but what the hell was she thinking saying yes to a gang-bang for money? But then, I caught myself. Even as a young man, I knew that I was lucky. My family wasn’t rich, but we always had food to eat and a roof over our heads. The struggle Arielle faced opened our eyes, and Colt and I were gentle with her …at first.
After all, once she was warmed up, Arielle became a wanton woman. The lush blonde grew comfortable with my twin and I looming over her, and soon, she was nude and wet, parting her legs while beckoning us closer.
“Thank you for being so kind,” she whispered as I entered her tiny vag. “Oooh, yes,” she hummed as her eyes drifted closed. “Mmmm.”
“It’s not called being kind, sweetheart,” Colt rasped as he stroked a big breast before dropping his head for a kiss on a stiff pink nipple. “We’re using your curves, don’t get me wrong.”
“But I’m using you too,” she panted as I took her deep, those big breasts shaking with every powerful thrust of my dick in her pussy. “Oh oh oh!”
The sex only got hotter, and soon, Colt and I made our big discovery. While I reamed her pussy, my twin stepped forwards and slipped his dick into her mouth. Arielle moaned throatily, cupping her breasts, and then her cunt flooded with moisture.
“More,” she panted, letting go of my bro’s cock for a moment. “Yes, dick everywhere.”
Colt and I exchanged glances. Shit, this woman loved being double-fucked, and it was no act. Her nipples were erect, her skin flushed and aroused. Her big boobies bounced with delight as I reamed her harder, and then it happened. The excitement of our dirty act drove me over the edge and I exploded like a geyser into Arielle’s tight, wet twat.
“Unnh, fuck!” I groaned, holding her hips as she sucked like a hungry whore on my bro’s dick. “Goddamn!”
After a series of powerful pulses, I pulled out of her cunt, watching as my cream coagulated and then spilled out of her used pussy, but the girl wasn’t done yet. Instead, Arielle pulled off Colt’s shaft, her chin slickly wet, before maneuvering around and presenting her just-fucked cunt to my brother.
“Now your turn,” she cooed with a sly smile while waggling her bottom in his direction. “I want to fuck twins tonight, and I wantbothof you to come in me hard.”
Colt was on it. Soon, he was ejaculating into the nymphet’s pussy like a madman, and sure enough, Arielle walked away with both of our creampies leaking from her sweetest spot. But things didn’t end there because she never ended up doing a gang-bang for Sigma Ep. Later, we found out that Tyler called the service and ordered another woman who showed up within twenty minutes to pleasure our brothers. But Colt and I had learned our lesson because we helped Arielle clean up, and then against all odds, kept in touch with the young woman afterwards. At first, it was just texts and occasional hook-ups, but we grew close over time and started going on real dates. Soon enough, the sweet hooker became the first girlfriend that my brother and I shared.
Other people were aware of the dirty liaison. Our frat brothers, obviously, as well as other friends we made on campus. There were a shit ton of questions as well as rude comments and jests, but we ignored the chatter because we enjoyed our time with Arielle, and she loved being with us too. Maybe she wasn’t the girl that parents dream of for their sons, but it was irrelevant in our case because our parents never knew. When you come from a conservative Christian background, shit like this just isn’t tolerated, so we never told our families. Again, we’re from MAGA-land, where it’s strictly one man, one woman, and any permutations on that combination are strictly taboo.
But Colt and I were young men back then, and things with Arielle eventually ended. Yet she wasn’t our last. Sure, we dated women separately, but we also did it together. After all, there’s a special something about a woman who enjoys being taken by two men, and you can see it in their eyes. You can see it in the way they move their curves, and you can feel the hot gush of cream that flows from their pussies as they enjoy two cocks. You can see it in their stiff nipples, and the special lingerie the ladies buy to tease two men. Hell, you can even see it inthe sheer adoration as the ladies look upon two sculpted male bodies, ready to service their hungry holes. Yes, the women that we date crave being taken double, and some are distraught when we break up with them. They have no idea how or where to find their next lovers, and unfortunately, that’s a problem we can’t help them with.
But now, Colt and I are going on forty and we haven’t brought a woman around to meet our family in almost two decades. The fam probably thinks we’re gay at this point, but I don’t care because I know we’re not. Yet the questions are unceasing, and the constant nagging is a fucking drag.
I turn to my brother in our shared home office.
“You think we should bring someone around to the next family shindig?” I drawl. “Otherwise, you know we’re going to get a shit ton of questions about our dating lives.”
