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YOU HAD ME AT ASS-EATING!!!!

two for the price of one

lot lizard!Joel Miller x f!Reader x lot lizard!Tommy Miller

summary: your sexcapades continue when you can't stop thinking about having both men in your bed at the same time. With a lot of free time ahead and your latest paycheck tickling your pocket, you decide to pay visits to Joel and Tommy one last time. warnings: PWP; oral f!recieving, oral m!recieving; ass eating; anal fingering; 69; protected PinV; protected anal sex; DP two holes; dirty talk; titty sucking; spanking, biting i don't fucking remember dude it's just a lot. as usual sex for money; no y/n or reader description wc: 9.5k (what the fuuuuck i think that's my biggest one shot i've ever written) a/n: i tried my best to edit as much as i could out of this thing but i'm sure the moment i hit post i'll find a dozen more typos. just... roll with it. it's past midnight, my body doesn't react to coffee anymore and english is not my first language and shit. enjoy, horny lizards, and don't let my typos stop you from cumming! read on ao3 | series masterlist

lot lizard (slang, US) — A prostitute at a truck stop.

Loud thunderclaps inform you of an impending storm. You expected it. From the very early morning, the sky was decorated with curly patterns of heavy clouds, so dark that it seemed as if evening had come a few hours earlier. You don't really like driving in the rain. When you have the opportunity, you prefer to stop and wait out the bad weather, but before it starts to rain, you step on the gas.

When lightning flashes in the distance, you think that maybe you should have stayed at the unloading station. The memory of a small, cozy cafe rushes to your brain. You could’ve sat down where they made those damn delicious pies and enjoyed a piece of a cherry one. But it was too late to go back, you were six hours away from there. A nice amount of money has been credited to your bank account for the work you've done, and a dozen large paper bills have been burning the back pocket of your jeans.

It was strange to cash out such amounts now when most things can be paid for with a simple press of your phone or a swipe of a credit card, but something pulled you to the ATM as soon as you saw the message about the replenishment of the account.

Of course if you stop lying to yourself it’s not a big secret why you took out seven hundred bucks, even if you don’t really want to admit it. You know exactly what you're going to do with that money. Just like you know why you skipped a turn to the short road that led to your hometown and instead took the one with the sign that said ‘Brookshire, TX 40 miles’.

Only 40 miles of anxiety left.

The rain still won't break through the airy skin of the clouds, so you let your thoughts wander. Once again, you're going back to Tommy and Joel. Two men who have strangely changed your attitude to pleasure. Before meeting them, you were sure that the only reason sex was so popular was good PR. People just got it into their heads that this sweaty act was a heavenly delight, incomparable to anything else on earth (except for a couple of ice cream scoops on a painfully hot summer day). And everyone just rolled with it, and even when they realized what a hoax it all was, they kept silent. After all, what if everything was exactly as advertised, and they, the dumb unlucky ones, were simply doing something wrong? They couldn’t admit that.

And you were one of those people, enjoying mediocre sex with mediocre results: two times out of five you would cum, and after that you tried to remember exactly what you or your partner did to achieve such a extravaganza.

But Tommy, Joel... It was as if these men had broken the code. Not just to your pussy, but to sex in general. It seemed that both men were sent to this earth to teach people how to fuck. Or at least show how it can be done to the happy participants that could handle their fees.

That's why you decide not to feel the slightest drop of shame when you give in to your physical desires. God knows you don't get those very often. Whatever the circumstances, you will still get that heavenly pleasure that you have not experienced with any partner before them. And so what if you pay for it? You were just glad that you were getting more than you expected, and it was worth every penny.

Like a knife through butter, your truck glides smoothly on the gray asphalt road. The clouds did not burst with rain, instead, they slowly dispersed, as if convincing you of the correctness of your route. You smile lazily and stretch your back as far as possible without letting go of the steering wheel. The anticipation of something good seems to give you strength. Glancing at the clock on the dashboard, you decide that you still have about ten hours of driving in you, so if Joel agrees, then you will be at Tommy's tonight.

Agreed, you were slightly overly positive in your expectations, but you can't blame a woman for being an optimist. When Joel somewhat agreed to your orgasm fueled preposition, at first, you just wrote it off. The clearer your head was the crazier it sounded.

You've never been risky when it came to bedroom activities. Sure, you owned toys, read and watched porn from time to time. Even had your favorite sites bookmarked. You've let both men and women in your bed. But somehow it all sounded so plain compared to having sex with two men, fucking prostitute brothers, at the same time. You didn't even know if Tommy would be on board, honestly. But something gave you the idea that the younger brother was even friskier than his no less good-looking sibling. If not, you’ll just figure it out on the spot.

The more you think about it, though, the more anxiety transforms into something else completely. In a delicious stickiness prominently wetting your panties. In an image of your body squeezed between two broad chests. Handled by four strong hands and...

You shake your head, a moan almost escapes your lips but you swallow it down. Your eyes search your surroundings before you realize where you are. 40 miles flew by unnoticed.

You see him smoking at the entrance to the diner —the one where only biscuits and gravy are served despite the lengthy menu— and you wonder if the young chef has mastered new dishes in your short period of absence.

The loud bang with which you close the driver's door echoes through the parking lot. There are a little more trucks here now, a little more life, but that doesn’t bother you at all. Joel doesn't look up, and you walk over to him.

"Can I bum one?" You can’t help but smile when he looks up at you with his professionally seductive gaze.

"Damn, you're quick, sugar." He fishes a pack of red marlboros out of the back pocket of his skinny jeans and lights a cigarette for you. "Miss me already?"

You don't respond, letting your gaze slide over his body without shyness. He was wearing a tight white T-shirt, the material is quite thin, so you can see the dark circles of his nipples. They harden under your stare or maybe because of a cold gush of the late summer wind. Jeans that hug his massive thighs and a surprisingly firm ass were getting wider below the knee. It is a surprisingly old-fashioned choice, you admit, but somehow it looks good on Joel. A pair of worn-in brown leather cowboy boots complete his look. As soon as you see those, your brain gives you an image of Joel naked in a cowboy hat and boots. It’s hilarious, but your pussy is purring.

"It's okay, sugar, I missed you, too."

You look up, and the surprise is obviously too easy to read on your face—you've always been an open book—because Joel laughs and then clears his throat when cigarette smoke rushes to leave his lungs.

"Really?"

"Sure did. Was walking ‘round hard all the time ‘cause I couldn't stop thinkin’ about that little preposition of yours.”

"Funny," you say, flicking the ashes of your cigarette onto the asphalt between you, "that's exactly why I'm here."

You feel weird with Joel sitting in the seat next to you. Before following you to your truck, he popped off somewhere and returned with a small bag slung over his shoulder. He didn't say what was in there.

Now, even though he has already seen most of your truck from the inside during your first meeting, you can’t stop stealing glances at him, wondering what the man thinks.

He stretches out next to you, spreading his arms and practically touching your ear with the fingertip of his middle finger. Joel groans and it sounds more like an animal cry, and then rubs his eyes.

"You can sleep inside, if you want." You point your finger behind your back, behind the dividing curtain that hides your modest temporary home.

"And miss the opportunity to spend time with you? I don't think so."

You smile and shake your head in disbelief. "It’s gonna be at least 7 hours before we’re there." You say, not taking your eyes off the road. Probably you should've warned him about that before you took off, not like he’d be able to just change his mind when you're already on the way there. However, Joel just nods, visually unfazed.

"It’s gonna be worth it."

The words pinch the edge of your consciousness, reminding you of what this whole thing was. Well, of course you're going to pay them both a pretty penny, you already knew that. There is nothing wrong with that. Speaking of pretty. You give Joel a quick look. His profile is favorably highlighted by the recently switched on traffic lights.

"I didn’t even ask, umm, how much will this adventure cost me?" You try to sound casual. You probably succeed, because Joel answers you without looking away from the window at the passenger side, he was watching green blotches of bushes and trees flying past.

"Don’t worry, sugar, we’ll figure something out." His voice sounds convincing, but you still shift a little nervously in your seat. You don’t like surprises, you prefer everything to be clear and on schedule. You liked to know what was wanted from you, because you always knew what you wanted from others. The uncertainty makes the muscle in your cheek twitch. Joel continues, "right now just drive and let me admire the view."

Unexpectedly, you chuckle. You weren’t sure what view he was going to admire. You were in the middle of nowhere and dry patches of grass weren’t that exciting to look at and then you see him turning in his seat and facing you without an ounce of overthinking. Your cheeks burn, and you roll the window down in an attempt to cool yourself off with the last warm southern breeze.

The minutes stretch into hours of mutual silence. You weren't used to talking while driving, with your job, loneliness was a given, so you feel comfortable in silence. Joel, even if he isn’t used to it, doesn’t show it. Sometimes your eyes meet when both of you are trying to sneak a look at the other. Well, you try to do it stealthily, where Joel doesn’t hide his admiration.

You feel a tremor in your hands, gripping the steering wheel tightly, every time you cross paths with his curious brown eyes, framed by unnaturally thick eyelashes in a way that made his eyes look cowishly innocent, which seemed ridiculous with his profession.

You try not to think about how he got into this job, and what happened for it to become a family affair. It was a little weird, but not enough to keep your mind occupied all the time. However, on the fourth hour of the drive, the silence between you seemed like a good opportunity to satisfy your curiosity.

"Joel?" For the second time during your trip, you notice that he is looking at something other than you. His eyes dart around the cabin, absorbing the little things that make it yours. Key chains and toys that you’ve bought at gas stations in different states hanging over your heads like a security line. The soft orange plaid you threw over the back of the driver's seat. The CD collection that is neatly stacked in a compartment under the radio.

"Hmm?" He is distracted from studying a stuffed bison from Kansas, its eyes strangely bulging. That's probably why you bought it, because you felt pity for the little guy that, compared with identical counterparts with normal eyes, no one but you would spend 8 bucks on.

"This thing you and Tommy do, how did you…" Somehow the moment you decide to ask the question the right words escape you, and you start to babble, your thumbs thrumming at the steering wheel nervously. "What I’m trying to ask is, do you like it?"

Joel's palm falls on your thigh and your skin there burns through the jeans you were wearing. Your breath catches in your throat as he squeezes the meat there. "Don't worry, darlin', neither of us need saving." He says calmly, like it's the question that was painfully predictable. "It's not like we are in a dire situation or anything. We chose what we do. And we're pretty fucking good at it."

With that he hints at the end of this conversation and you play along, smirking at the windshield.

"That you are."

Joel still ends up crashing out, even though he doesn't leave the seat, and his quiet snoring accompanies the sound of your engine for the rest of the way. You don't mind, it's even cute. When he sleeps, his sly grin slips off his face, and his plump lips part. It gives him a new kind of appeal.

You're quietly humming some of the songs you've heard on the radio this morning, probably confusing the words, but there is no one to catch you in it.

Night has already fallen on the state, the lights of the now familiar gas station stand out like a bright spot on the dark canvas. You're parking next to a huge blue Volvo truck, the interior is dark, and the driver is probably already having dinner at the diner or asleep.

Joel wakes up as soon as you take the key out of the ignition, he blinks a few times and then finds your face.

"Damn, did I pass out?" You purse your lips in a smile, and he shakes his head. "Guess that’s for the best, it seems that I'm gonna have quite an energy-consuming night." He winks at you and the thrill of what's coming gathers in the gusset of your panties.

You find his younger brother in the same place where he was on the first night you met. Next to a large vending machine full of soda and tiny overpriced packs of chips. An unlit cigarette hangs between his lips, and his curls are hidden under a white cowboy hat. The skin of his broad shoulders glistens, exposed by a black tanktop. It is tucked into blue jeans that are looser fit than his older brother's. Tommy’s belly was supported by a leather belt with a massive metal buckle. The man is checking his pockets, apparently looking for a lighter or a box of matches.

Joel takes a few steps forward in front of you, and as soon as his shoes come into Tommy's field of vision, his brother raises his head, still unable to light the cigarette.

"Well I be damned."

"Hello there, little brother."

The men's low laughter spread in a warm roar across the parking lot and you couldn't help but smile at the sight of them hugging. As if they remembered about your existence at the same time, they both looked at you. Joel then slapped his brother's chest, cocking his head conspiratorially towards Tommy, but speaking loudly enough for you to hear.

"You got no idea what this little lady brought me here for."

Barely five minutes has passed between Joel whispering something in Tommy's ear while not taking his eyes off you, and the moment when Tommy literally drags you into his room.

Tommy's eyes are the color of purest oil, black, with hunger splashing in their depths. You laugh when he pushes the door too hard and it crashes into the thin wall with a deafening bang, probably scaring whoever pays for the room next door.

As soon as Joel —much more carefully than his brother—closes the door, Tommy is ready to all but jump on you, his lips with frightening precision pressing against the most sensitive parts of your neck.

"Fuck, can't lie, I think I missed you, little lady."

The words mess with your head and you can only audibly gasp when his tongue licks a wet stripe up the column of your neck. Tommy's sharp teeth find the edge of your jaw and his bites are soft but ravenous enough for you to almost believe him.

You recognize Joel's hands when they settle on your hips, steadying you from falling on your weak knees. He puts his face in the crook of your neck from behind, opposite Tommy.

"Maybe we should at least get to the bedroom," he half-whispers and his hot breath raises peach fuzz at the back of your neck.

You feel Tommy nod and he gives your neck another kiss before pulling away, his grin is blinding, dizzying you with its sincerity.

You don’t remember Tommy's room much, every time your brain went to that night his bedroom layout was never even on the list to think of. Now, as you look at his cramped but almost clean space, your eyes study the bed that looks too flimsy with the once-upon-a-time-white bedsheets that've been washed too many times to remain so.

Is it supposed to fit all of you? You feel like if Joel plops on it too hard the little legs that hold the frame will break. How did that thing even survive you and Tommy in the first place?

Anxiety swarms your brain like a cloud of batshit wasps, but they all stop buzzing when two sets of lips attack your neck again, this time way bolder.

"Fuck." It takes you a Herculean effort to take a step forward, their saliva stains feel cold on your skin. You shake your head trying to get your mind out of the gutter for a spare moment. "Wait, the money, how... how much?"

It might've been the least sexy thing you could've said at that particular moment, but you already know that the men don't treat it as an insult or any type of offense. It doesn’t even affect their boners, if you can judge by two intimidatingly big bulges staring at you.

Tommy looks at Joel and you don't notice it —still too distracted by what you're going to see once the clothes are off— but the man with eyes as black as his brother's hair gives him a short nod. Tommy smirks happily and crowds you into the bed until the back of your knees hit the frame and you all but fall on your ass, bouncing a little on the firm mattress. The younger man leans towards you and cups your chin.

"It's your lucky day, baby, you're getting a brotherly discount if you're able to actually handle the both of us…"

"What?" The words have the opposite effect on you than you thought they've both anticipated. It feels like a humiliating charity, condescension, something you've fought very hard your whole life to stop getting from people. Men, especially. "That's bullshit, I asked for both of you, of course I can handle…"

"Well some people bite more than they can chew." It was Joel, he appeared from behind his brother, his hands on his waist.

You raise your brows unable to find the surface-level irony that you are trying to ask sax workers to take your money. For sex. "I know what I want. And I know what I can take." You say, your voice firm. "Or do you think I can't afford you?"

Tommy whistles playfully. "Damn, that's hot. But it's not a charity, honestly. We've just never done something like this… Together."

The words settle in your head, making the situation less hostile and back to being sexually charged. They are just as new to this as you. Well, almost. They are a different kind of new but the thought unties the knot in your stomach. You only notice how tense your shoulders are when you relax them.

"We don't have it in our price lists," Joel sits next to you on the bed, his face turns to you and without meaning to, you stretch your neck, silently asking him to place his lips where his brother's were just moments ago. "You're just so special, we couldn’t refuse."

"Bullshit." You want to huff a laugh but a single word turns into a moan halfway out of your throat.

Tommy joins you both, so that you're squeezed between the two men. He nips at your neck from the other side and your head starts to spin, "Yeah, we just both like a challenge."

It feels like they are talking about more than this situation with you, but you don’t have the strength to dwell on it.

"Will five hundred cover a night of amazing sex?"

"For five hundred I’ll even wake you up with coffee and an orgasm" Tommy whispers in your ear and licks the shell of it as if to seal the words inside your head.

You don't even notice how you end up in only your underwear sprawled on the bed like a feast on a shaky table. It feels unfair that even though Joel and Tommy's lips are drawing patterns on your skin, you still feel uneasy. They are too clothed for you to relax, and you don’t shy away from telling them just that.

‘That’s easy to change.’ One of them whispers and you don’t know who because your senses are overwhelmed by their heat and then by their abrupt disappearance.

You open your eyes, squinting, even though the light highlighting their solid frames from behind isn't that harsh.

"Do we need to dance?" Tommy takes a step to what you think is his phone on the cheap IKEA-looking table that is propped against the wall. The way Joel glares at him almost makes you laugh out loud but you're too impatient to torture the men so you just ask them to get naked and join you as fast as they can.

Your impatience ignites something in the men, and they both lose their shirts and jeans quickly, almost like a competition. Though Tommy loses, as he still wiggles his butt while whistling some cheesy song. The whole action would've been hilarious if only his cheeks didn't look so delicious that you immediately wanted to sink your teeth in the supple flesh.

You don't expect it, but they drop their underwear too. Tommy sheds his white briefs and Joel - black boxers. For a second you feel like you're at Wimbledon with the way your head snaps from one dick to another, mouth salivating at the mere sight. You don't even try to stop yourself from investigating them, comparing a little, but not in a better/worse way, rather than to see what other similarities besides devastatingly handsome looks the brothers share. As it turns out, not much.

Tommy's cock is thicker, no doubt, there are more veins running around the shaft. The head is a darker purple and you know he’d be more bitter on your tongue, if you teased his slit right now. Joel is longer. He's definitely well endowed, you already knew that, but you still spend an equal amount of time looking at the way he shakes his dick holding it between his thumb and forefingers, hypnotizing you.

Looking back at Tommy, you see that his pubes are better trimmed and fully black in the low lights, where Joel's are a little on the wilder side, long enough to curl.

What they do share, though, are intimidatingly large sets of balls, full to the brim with the cum you want them to fill you with.

You want to drop between them to your knees, bruising yourself to the bone with how eager you are to lick their cocks, touch them, make them shudder as you lather their balls with your tongue. Your panties are soaked through at the thought that these men are there just to pleasure you tonight. It feels surreal but if that is a dream you don’t want to wake up.

In an attempt to give yourself a moment to catch your breath, you drop your eyes lower. The men share a smirk feeling at ease under your scrutiny, even becoming harder if that was possible. Their meaty thighs are covered in soft looking hair. Tommy's skin is more golden and you can see a speedo shaped patch of skin that is a few shades lighter. Evidently, Joel isn’t a big fan of bathing in the sun so his thighs are just lighter, maybe he prefers shorts.

You finally stop your examination and look at them.

"Everything to your liking, ma’am?" Joel's voice is low, husky. Not a question, really, a foreplay. Because the moment you breathe out a shuddered ‘fuck, yes’, he crawls on the bed and sits behind you, like there's a plan they've got that they haven’t let you in on.

He spreads his legs around you and tugs you by the waist to lean against him. His fingers expertly unclasp your bra and tug it off while Tommy settles on his knees in front of you. The sight of him triggering a deja-vu.

There are chills traveling up your legs alongside Tommy's fingers, and then back down as he pulls your wet panties off. His lips trail now a familiar path up your thighs and you hold your breath just before he spreads your legs and looks at your swollen, shiny pussy.

"Mmm," he noses the skin at the crease of your thigh inhaling as much of your scent as he can and then he looks at you with those eyes. "Have I told you I missed her already?"

That’s the last thing you hear in his raspy voice before those plush lips wrap around your clit. You jerk from the intensity of the long-awaited sensation and only remember Joel's there when he hugs you tighter to his chest, his hands wrapping around your body and cupping your tits.

Tommy's lips feel divine molding against the soft wet flesh of your pussy. With his thumbs he spreads your lips apart to dive and tease the most hidden parts of you with reverence, the shameless thrum of your pleasure reverberating deep in his throat.

Your head falls back on the hardness of Joel's shoulder and you feel trapped in the most delicious prison. Tommy's tongue licks your clit with fervor and you've been on edge too long to last. You don't know if that is the sweat dripping down or the tip of Joel's cock smearing precum against your lower back. While his brother hums and moans, drinking you from the source, he never stops touching you, paying utmost attention to the soft swell of your breasts that fill his palms perfectly.

His thumbs rub against your hard nipples, replicating the movements Tommy's tongue draws against your clit. And when the younger man's lips purse around and suck on your tender bud, Joel's finger pinch both of your nipples at the same time, the heady mix of sharp pain and blunt pleasure arch your back so hard you think it might snap.

As you explode to Joel's litany of praise in your sweat-soaked temple, two of Tommy's fingers push in your pulsing hole, prolonging the break. The unyielding scratch of his soft fingertips against your g-spot unlocks some hidden part of you as you squirt more and more liquid all over his hand and mouth. It’s like he knew when his touch would become too much so he pulls away without overstaying his welcome.

He stands up, his angry cock swaying in front of you, but you can’t keep your half-lidded eyes off his face. It is wet and dark, the playfulness replaced by something you've only seen on National Geographic before when a lion had its fill of the prey —its face covered in blood as his tongue cleaned the remnants of his feast off— but was ready to hunt again soon.

Tommy leans over you, making you press your sweaty back against Joel's chest, and holds his fingers in front of him. He stretches his hand further towards your face and you are ready to taste yourself mixed with his skin, your odor already opening up differently like the most expensive perfume. And just as the pink of your tongue peeks between your lips he jerks his hand away, hungrily licking your essence from his fingers, without breaking eye contact.

You don't even have the opportunity to catch your breath when Joel demands your attention by sucking the thin skin behind your ear and whispers

"My turn," he leaves a trail of biting kisses down your neck and shoulder, his hands dropping from your tits to your sides. "If you’ll let me?"

You only have the strength to nod, and then you wait for the brothers to just swap places but Tommy doesn't move while Joel manhandles you into something that supposed to have been you sitting on his face, but when you see the throbbing shaft of his cock you just fall forward, putting both of you in a 69. Your ass and cunt are on display for both men and you almost feel the heat of their eyes on your drooling pussy and—embarrassingly— your asshole, too.

You aren't sure if you're allowed to suck Joel’s dick while he latches onto your sensitive lips, but you see the drop of saliva leaving your parted lips and landing on his heated flesh. Tentatively, you drag your nails up his thighs and lean forward, you breath fanning over his twitching length. "Can I?" And it's like you ask the cock itself, but thankfully Joel replies.

"Fuck, sweetheart," his growl ripples against your cunt, teasing your skin, "only a madman would refuse something like that, though I’m not sure you’ll be able to."

"Again with your—" Your speech is converted into an incredulous moan when Joel's lips wrap around your tender clit.

He's eating you out differently, more sloppy than Tommy. His tongue can’t seem to stay in one place dying to lick every fold and crease. Joel can't stop groaning when his tongue dips in your hole and you clench around him without meaning to, but forcing him to stay fucking your cunt a little bit longer with his wet muscle before returning to your clit.

Desperate to prove him wrong, prove them both wrong, you wrap your lips around his deep dusky pink tip and you get the reaction you dreamed of, Joel's body goes rigid and jerks beneath. With a victorious hum you swirl your tongue , the flat of it licking the salty precum from the head. You barely find the strength to go deeper, drag your tongue along the underside of his cock feeling the fat vein running down it as you feed more and more of his cock to yourself.

That's when you feel something more, another tongue so close to Joel's but breaching a different hole. You gag, spluttering your drool all over the older man's cock and eyes roll back painfully. Amoan rips through your not nearly enough abused throat. That's all you can do for a few drawn out moments: moan and drool on Joel's dick. Just hold it in between your lips while desperately trying to remember how to breathe.

The brothers go at you hard, each fully dedicating his mouth to your holes. The sensation of two strong tongues fucking you is overwhelming, the pleasure is bordering on numbing so you give up, letting go of Joel's cock, and lay your head on his hairy thigh, just trying to breath and not die from the overload of pleasure. You can feel his grin against your pussy.

You don’t know who does it, but someone pushes two fingers in your cunt and you welcome it, writhe as much as your body and Joel's solid grip on your lower back allows. A thought flashes through your brain and you spit it out faster than you have the opportunity to overthink. Something that you've never had, something you wouldn't dare to have with anyone besides these two perfect men that moan from giving you ecstasy. You turn your head, but have no strength to lift it off Joel's thigh, his hairs are wet with your sweat and irritate the skin of your cheek a little.

"Put it there," you cry, still not fully forming the thought.

Tommy's voice is broken but still cocky, and you immediately know whose fingers those were.

"Where, pretty girl? You're so big and know what you want, you need to use your big girl words." He teases your ass with the tip of his tongue again before biting your asscheek.

"Fuck" you moan, the slurping sounds of Joel sucking at your pussy and the feeling of his scorching hot tongue rubbing your clit make it hard to think on top of everything else. "My ass, please, fuck, put them in my ass."

"What a good girl," Tommy swats your ass gently and Joel moans in your pussy.

He doesn't wait long before pressing his cum sleeked digit to your puckered hole. He uses your own slick as lube and the thought alone makes you push more liquid on Joel's greedy tongue. Tommy fucks your ass with one finger, letting you get used to the foreign pressure, but as soon as he notices you push back on your own, he adds another.

"Fuck," you hiss. It burns for the total of three licks at your clit. And then you're ready to beg for more because it’s revealed to you that sometimes that smudge of pain is a well conceded path to bigger pleasure.

"Lord, you should see that." Tommy whistles and you feel heat creeping up your neck. That is not the time to get shy, yet his undivided attention to that part of you makes you clench your thighs around Joel's head. The man seems to appreciate the threat of suffocation as he presses your body even further into his face. "Such a tight ass, just perfect." The thumb of Tommy’s other hand touches the ring of muscle stretched around his fingers. "Sucks me in like a vice, never seen anythin' more pretty ‘an that."

"More," you beg, drunk on his praise and you hear him suck in his breath like it is painful to him to do that.

"Fuck, little lady, can't be greedy like that, I might just lose my mind."

Behind you he bites his fist and then drags his fingers out of you, leaving you crying. A glob of his spit lands directly on your freshly stretched asshole and you jolt, but don’t pull away. You're quickly rewarded with the pain of three fat long fingers opening you up and stretching your asshole further than it's ever been.

The tears spring from your eyes but you feel joyous, elevated. You wonder if Joel pushes his tongue in your pussy will he feel the steady drag of his brother's fingers a thin wall away. But the man is too concentrated on terrorizing your tender clit, his aquiline nose pressed against your empty hole only enough to tease.

The feeling of fullness and Joel's relentless touch makes you break and scream as the second orgasm ripples through your body in electric waves. The last thing you remember before your eyes shut is Joel’s dick twitching before leaving a smear of pearly liquid on your cheek.

When you come back to your senses the plain cotton sheet sticks unpleasantly to your back. Your legs are spread wide and you find Tommy’s curly head between your thighs again. You have no idea how much time has passed and how you haven’t felt him start licking your pussy again.

He is lazily lapping at your cunt, the way waves lazily lap at the beach for no particular reason, just to keep it wet.

His tongue dances through your folds, diving deeper to the source of your salt. Your cum and his and his brother’s spit merge together not to dilute the other but to become something else entirely. You whine, even the softest of his touches feel too much for your shaken body.

Like a blind kitten, you search the bed to find another man somewhere close. You feel his heat but fail to navigate his body. The bed that seemed too narrow to fit three people now felt like a never ending field.

Under your palm you feel a big thigh covered in soft hair and you attempt to scratch it, asking the man to save you from the devastating pleasure that’s being forced on your willing pussy.

A hand falls on top of yours, squeezes your fingers together.

“That’s enough, brother, don’t be greedy. Mama raised us better ‘n that.”

A pair of brown eyes meets your half lidded ones from between your thighs. Pink tongue, quick like a lizard, runs over a plush bottom lip that is covered in more than just spit. Red, swollen and sensual, you’re dying to kiss him, taste the most incredible night of your life in your mouth.

You must’ve said it out loud, because why else would he crawl over you, studying your face so reverently. Like it’s more than what it is.

“You’re right.” He whispers, and before you realize he’s not talking to you, you almost choke on your shallow breath. “The night is still young, plenty of time for everyone to get their fill.” He answers to his brother and places a ridiculously chaste kiss on your cheek.

You don't notice how you doze off again, now awoken by gentle fingers drawing intricate patterns on your body. The mini-fridge hums in the corner of the room, the only noise you can hear besides the ringing in your ears. When you open your eyes, Tommy and Joel lie on either side of you and an electronic watch on the table tells you it's barely been over an hour. You feel achy in the best way, sore in places that often went underappreciated.

"Wakey-wakey, sleeping beauty." Tommy's voice is the first to thunder through the sweat-smelling space. You feel a smile spreading on your lips, no shame in your nakedness, not even when you stretch and the long-haired man places a sweet kiss on your hardened nipple. "I thought you passed out for good, and we didn't even get to the main act yet."

"It was the best nap I've had in my life." You say to the ceiling, and both men laugh softly, like cats purring.

"Noted," Joel leans on his bent arm, supporting his weight on his elbow as he looks down on you. "You nap better after a few orgasms."

Tommy makes a gesture like he is writing something down in an invisible journal and you lightly punch his shoulder, making him chuckle again.

"Everyone does." You say in your defense.

You look at Tommy with more tenderness than you're supposed to, study his freckles and the way his slightly damp curls frame his face as if he is a high-end fashion model. Then, you turn to Joel, and his eyes are already on your face. There is a soft smile on his lips that contradicts the hard weight of his cock still lying on his thigh.

You check Tommy and see that he's in no better state.

"That can't be comfortable." How did your voice immediately drop so low, becoming sultry? You didn't even know you could do sultry, but these men pull something completely new and exciting out of you. You should be tired, exhausted. Pay them for the glorious orgasms and maybe even leave on shaky legs. Instead, there's the familiar twitch of need in the pit of your stomach. The soft meat of your inner thighs once again shiny with more than sweat.

"Doesn't matter," Joel shakes his head, watching your face intently. He is trying to read your mind, but has troubles because you yourself don’t know what to think yet. "It’s all for you."

"Yeah?" You glance from one man to another and Tommy nods in agreement, tugging on his own thick shaft but keeping his face indifferent aside from the bulging vein pulsing in the middle of his forehead.

"What he said."

"Well then, I better start enjoying it." There's a playful smirk and a surge of energy that tickles your skin.

Your hands run up their thighs and the men shudder under you at the same time. They fall in the practiced routine of making you moan and shiver as their lips simultaneously attack your body, kissing it, licking it. A big hand —definitely Joel's, his fingers are fatter than his brother’s, cover more of your skin at once— slides down your stomach and cups your pussy. It just lays there without any movements, but the weight alone reminds you of the previous pleasure and it is enough to make you gush.

"Who do you want, ba—" your hands wrap around their cocks, and it makes Joel stutter, "baby? Who do you want to fuck you?"

Next to you, Tommy breathes through his nose loudly. His jaw is clenched and there are devils in his eyes, they look pleased. Lazily, you tug on their shafts, the skin hot, almost burning your palms. It's not enough to make either of them cum, you don't think so. But your answer to his question definitely tips the men closer to the edge.

"Both," you finally breathe out. "I want you both."

"Both as in..." The hand that cups your pussy squeezes you there and you shake your head. Maybe one day, but today you don't think you'd be physically and emotionally able to take them both up your pussy even if you really, really wanted to.

"No, not like this, I want…" You feel embarrassed to say it out loud, but you push through knowing there was no place for judgement in those four thin walls. "I want one of you to fuck my ass, while the other fucks my pussy.'

"Dibs on ass." Tommy blurts and it's like a soap bubble in your chest bursts, and you start laughing uncontrollably. You almost bend forward, your lungs and belly hurt from laughter. Joel throws a pillow at Tommy muttering ‘fucking idiot’ under his breath.

"I’m kidding, obviously," he places a kiss on your shoulder, you feel his teeth. "Whoever you choose, little lady."

By the look of it he was only half joking, his cock feels more hard and leaking freely at the prospect of claiming your hole. Pearly drops of precum made it easier for you to slide over his shaft. And maybe it is a mistake since he is girthier, but just for the reverent look in his eyes you are ready to lay ass up and let him ruin you in a way no man ever has before.

"I want you, Tommy." You say out loud, but don't look at either of them.

For a moment no one says a word, Tommy and Joel are still next to you, and as if on cue they grab your hands, detaching from their cocks. The younger man can't contain his glee but Joel once again just shakes his head. Not in disappointment, just amused by his brother's childish behavior.

"Is it okay?" You ask him even though you know you don't have to, what you say goes. But still you don't want the older man to feel like you refuse him. If you were honest, you were ready to just throw your body on the bed and let both of them take rounds with you any which way they wanted. You really wouldn't mind.

Joel cups your face, his eyes searching and finding something in your eyes, and then smiles.

"I only care about making you feel good, sweetheart. And fuck if I'm not a lucky bastard to slide in that tight pretty pussy of yours." He kisses your cheek and then slides lower to your jaw biting your neck. Bathed in Joel's attention, you don't notice Tommy leaving for the bathroom to get lube.

You're not sure about the logistics, so you just trust Joel when he tugs you on top of him, placing your burning core to leak on his cock.

"Gonna ride me, baby?" You nod, feeling both powerless and powerful. "Yeah? Gonna jump on my cock while my brother stuffs your little tight asshole? Who would've thought such a minx was hiding in a giant truck. That's what you like, huh? Giant things to ride." You feel his dick throb beneath you, almost sliding in your pussy on its own volition. Without taking his hand off your hip Joel blindly searches the nightstand and grabs a small foil square. There's again that pang of disappointment when he tells you to lift up and puts on a condom, but you know going bare is not even an option.

"Come on, then," Joel smiles, but there are drops of sweat dotting his forehead from how long he's been hard and waiting. "Show me how you ride."

You sink down in a devastatingly long, smooth motion. Your pussy welcomes the stretch even through the sting and you throw your head back as soon as you feel Joel's pubes tickle your bare sweaty skin.

"Fuck," you moan in tandem.

"The wettest pussy in all the states," Joel guides your hips, and riding him becomes too easy. To prove his words your pussy gushes and trembles, your walls squeezing him deliciously. "Feels good, don't it, baby? You must feel yourself right in your place riding a big dick. Lord knows I love my job when it's about fucking a tight little minx like you. Fuck, I'd do it for free. I'd fucking pay you myself."

His words slur in a stream of pretty girl's and fuck's and goddamit the tightest pussy that has ever soaked my dick's and you can't think straight. Your only thought is to keep moving, keep feeling the sweetest drag of his dick through your swollen walls. Keep riding him until you pass out from feeling that fucking good.

"Good, good, fuck, it feels so good."

Another man's breath fans over your sweaty neck. "You're about to feel a lot better."

Your ass is still nicely stretched from his fingers earlier so you don't flinch when Tommy sticks his lubed up index finger in your other hole. The pressure is different now that Joel occupies so much of your space but you feel excited, shiver runs down your spine. Tommy is concentrating on the way you take him in, but his eyes slide over to where your cunt is stretched over his brother's hard shaft. He feels his own cock jut impatiently, begging to finally slide in your tight heat.

His gentleness doesn't falter even as he hurries to work you up to three fingers. When the sting forces you to wince, Joel stops your small bounces just keeping his dick inside you, letting you slowly get used to the feeling. He sits up and sucks on your tits, leaving wet stains and bite marks on your flesh. When you catch Joel's eyes you see the hunger you haven't seen before. There's something wild roaring through his mind but he doesn't let it out.

"You ready for me, pretty girl."

"I, I—" but it's not a question. Tommy’s fingers already find your pussy drooling wet around his brother, and the fat tip of his own cock knocks on your tight hole.

"You're ready."

And you just nod.

You expect the sting with the thing Tommy is carrying between his thick thighs, yet when he feeds every inch of his cock to your virgin hole you can't stop the cry ripping your lips apart.

It's the fullness that takes you by surprise when it shouldn't have. This is probably how the ocean feels when the water overflows its shores. When rain after rain slowly fills its body, and it waits, endures, until it spills out showcasing its destructive force for miles around.

Both of them are the destructive force, though, not you. After accepting the honey thick pain that feels as sweet as the brightest summer day, you know that there won't be anything able to compare to this night.

The men seem to share your sentiment, and when you whine, overwhelmed, they grit their teeth memorizing you and the feeling of each other locked inside your body.

"Please," you beg, and they know what you want. The connection you have now lets you read each other's minds, apparently.

Tommy's the first to thrust, being the last to join.

"Shiiit," he spits the word out for the length of his cock sliding out and back inside you. "You're a blessing, little lady. Never felt anything like that, never had a hole so tight choke my cock. What a champ you are, begging me to fuck your ass. Such a brave girl, commanding me to fuck up your hole even when you saw how big my dick was. Little masochist, the sweetest freak I've had the pleasure of ruining."

His hips shudder along his words and your head just falls back and forth like your neck is too tired to support it anymore. Joel distracts himself by licking the sweat off your skin, and then his hand cradles your head to make sure you look him in the eye.

He doesn't say anything, just gives you a slutty wink as a warning and joins his brother in that dance that leaves you feeling worshipped and used at the same time.

Your cries are silent, just hoarse whistly sounds leave your throat with every push in and out, your body a perverted seesaw.

You claw at Joel's chest, your short blunt fingernails still manage to leave fast-appearing red streaks along his sweaty pecks and belly. He hisses when you catch on his nipple and as a payback he thrusts extra hard, making both Tommy and you moan out loud.

"Taking both of us so well, baby," he groans, his hands finding their way back to your tits, the flesh tender and your nipples are a darker color from all of the attention. "Never thought you'd end up taking two fat cocks like that."

"Never underestimate a woman," you hiss back and fall back, colliding with Tommy's sweaty stomach and sinking on their cocks at the same time.

"Goddamit," Tommy drags his palms up your sides until one of his hands wraps across your chest, holding you tight, and the other circles your throat with a gentle squeeze. "Be a good girl, and cum for us, huh? I feel how much you want to, ya hear that?" He drops his hand from your throat and grabs you by the waist lifting you up from Joel's cock just a few inches. Joel uses the opportunity to fuck you from the bottom in rapid hard thrusts. You hear the lewd squelching coming from your pussy, and your chest burns from more than just exercise.

"Ah, ah, fuck, yes!" You scream, "rougher, fuck me up, please!"

It isn’t you talking, can’t be. It is not your broken voice begging the men to destroy you in a way you won’t be able to patch up afterwards. It isn’t you being pushed on Joel's chest like a rag doll and being fucked to an inch of your life.

It definitely isn’t you who starts crying pathetic thank you's as your body convulses in the hardest orgasm of your life.

You barely hear the men grunt and growl, rutting in your stretched out holes erratically. Your body is limp when they follow you, practically simultaneously spraying cum inside the condoms. You all hissed as they pull out of you one by one, leaving your holes tender and gaping to Tommy's (and your) perverted pleasure.

"The prettiest sight in the world," you feel cold air hit your swollen flesh and there is nothing you can do but whine in Joel's embrace as Tommy leans in and gives both of your holes one last fat lick, completely unfazed by his brother softening dick a couple inches away from his face.

The morning startles you with its quick approach. You don't have anywhere to hurry, finally not on a tight schedule, but something tells you there won't be a breakfast for three. All of you dress, finding clothes in various places on the floor and a simple wooden chair next to the table.

"Adios, big brother," Tommy says, embracing Joel and patting him on the back while Joel's hand pats his black curls in an innocent and affectionate gesture.

"I'll call you," Joel says and looks Tommy in the eye. It's like an unspoken conversation is unfolding in front of you, and you almost wish you were let in on it.

The goodbye Tommy gives you is less innocent, but no less affectionate. In a surge of whatever emotions are coursing through him, he tugs you in close by your belt and crushes his lips into yours. His mustache tickles you, but it's hard to think about when his lips mold yours, tongue peaks out from his mouth and invades yours the second you give a surprised gasp.

You don’t pull back, though. If anything, you try to pull him closer, your tongue slides along his, not battling against, but dancing side by side. Joel's lighthearted chuckle reminds you that he's in the room and very much witnessing everything. You stop, and Tommy lets you go, licking the remnant of your saliva from his lower lip.

Your face and chest burns, the familiar wave of heat starts at your neck and travels down until it pulls low in your belly and cunt. Being with them made your regular body temperature rise at least a couple of degrees, you think to yourself. They made you abnormal, with the way heat was scorching some part of your body whenever either of them was in close proximity. You don't mind that, though.

"Sorry, I hope I didn't overstep," the younger man says but already smiles, knowing that you wanted that just as much as he did. "I just couldn’t let you go without getting a taste of those pretty lips of yours at least once.

You nod, still a bit flustered. Joel points with his chin towards the exit and you walk out first as he opens the door for you. Somewhere along the way he's stolen Tommy's white cowboy hat, and instead of saying goodbye he just tips it to you and walks off when the cold August morning hugs your body.

"No kiss goodbye from you, then?" You almost curse yourself as soon as the words fly out of your mouth. 'Stupid, stupid girl, who says that? So not cool.'

He turns then, in the middle of the parking lot. A white grin shines on his face, making you feel less stupid and more warm. He doesn't walk towards you, though, just laughs and shakes his head.

"I’m saving mine for the next time," he winks at you, "so you're more tempted to come back." And then walks off for good, not turning back anymore.Somehow you feel that he isn’t joking, you will see him again. Both of them. Maybe even sooner than all three of you expect it.

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