I gasped with shock. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised. I mean, my twin stepbrothers had pretty much admitted that they were running a porn distribution outfit, complete with filming, editing, distribution, and rights negotiation. It’s just that we were family. So what were they talking about? What did the two handsome men want from me?
As if sensing my unspoken question, Stryke continued.
“We make a lot Melly,” he said gently. “It’s all legal, everyone’s legit, there are no underage girls or any shit like that. But it involves sex … lots of it,” he added.
“Do you mean dancing at the Donkey Club?” I asked tremulously. I had no problem with that. That’s what I’d originally intended after all.”
“Yeah, that, but maybe a little more, too. If you’re into it, that is,” said Saxon gently.
I looked between my stepbrothers, their blue gazes so penetrating yet warm at the same time. I could feel myself flushing, my core heating and moistening in the vicinity of these two alpha males. Oh god, this was so wrong. They’re my stepbrothers, for crying out loud. How could I have such an intense physical reaction to them?
I swallowed and blushed, hoping against hope they didn’t notice. The two men grinned. Oh god, they noticed. So I tried to move forward as smoothly as possible.
“What exactly were you thinking?” was my tentative query.
“Nothing specific just yet,” said Saxon vaguely. “Let’s just get to the tryouts,” he added.
“Shoot,” I said, mentally steeling myself. I was ready for this. I was prepared to answer any questions they had up their sleeve. Questions about my job experience (or lack thereof)? Check. Questions about school? Check. Questions about where I saw myself in five years professionally? Check, check.
But my brothers shared an amused glance.
“Melly,” said Sax gently. “We need you to take off your clothes … because we want to sample the goods ourselves.”
WHAT? WTF? My shock must have shown on my face because my stepbrothers chuckled.
“Baby, it’s pretty standard in the adult industry to do live auditions. We have you on tape playing with a toy, but we need to get you on film with a man. And Sax and I, we do our own auditions,” said Stryke, his voice casual. “Not all girls are good in real life.”
Oh my god! The dildo hadn’t been enough? What had I gotten myself into?
But Sax ran a soothing hand over my hip and said, “We’re not so bad, are we? Lots of other girls have no trouble at all,” he said silkily.
That was the thing. I was so turned on by my brothers, and all the illicit touching, licking and kissing, that I felt myself melting. I wanted to do it. I wanted to have sex with them, and feel them all over my body, in my body, and maybe even in my bottom. Perhaps I was just fooling myself, but I found myself nodding, meekly adding, “Sure, so long as you guys help me with my tuition?”
My brothers shared an amused glance before Stryke smiled, leaning over to give me a deep kiss.
“Honey, you’ve got a four-year all expenses paid ride if you cooperate,” he growled deep into my throat.
Melting, I gave up to the warmness of his caresses, his big hands trailing my curves and worming underneath my heavy sweatshirt to touch my breasts. A sigh escaped my lips as he grazed the undersides before jiggling them playfully.
“Baby, you’re built just right,” he whispered in my ear. “The Double Ds paired with that wet pussy? I know you’re perfect for the camera,” he breathed.
His words made me feel so confident, so female, and so good. With a mewl, I let my brothers pull my sweatshirt off, shaking my breasts free, and then pull the tight jeans off my legs, stroking my long, golden pins as they were revealed. Finally, I stood before them in a tiny pink bra and panty set, the moisture seeping from between my legs, creating a dark spot visible at my crotch.
My brothers were fixated at the sight.
“Dance,” commanded Sax, and I started gyrating obediently.
Running my hands through my hair, I gave them with a smoldering gaze, running my tongue over my lips, picturing their dicks in my mouth, their cocks in my pussy. Slowly, I reached around to unfasten my bra, letting it pop free, my girls spilling out. That’s one of the things about being a curvy vixen – we’ve got mountains and valleys in all the right places, no anorexic model-types here.
Once my boobs were free, I shook them right and left, letting them jiggle, my tits bouncing up and down, the creamy flesh like smooth vanilla mounds. Tantalizingly, I ran a finger over the areola of one, then the other, circling those deep pink nips, watching as my brothers’ bodies hardened with lust, their cocks like rocks as I pranced seductively.
Keeping full eye contact, I lifted one of my tits to my mouth and licked the nipple, before doing the same with the other.
“Ohhh fuck,” groaned Sax. I could see the material at his groin twitching and I giggled a bit, smiling seductively at him.
But Stryke wasn’t to be outdone. He unzipped his zipper and a massive twelve-inch cock popped out. I almost stopped dancing because I was so shocked at the size of that dong. I mean, I’ve had sex before, but twelve inches? I couldn’t take that in my pussy. It was too big!
As if reading my thoughts, Stryke smiled at me, devilishly licking his palm before lubing up that monster, rubbing his hand up and down. And oh my god, my cunt started loosening, gushing with anticipated pleasure, eager to straddle him and try.
But I wasn’t done dancing yet. Slowly, I turned around and bent over, pushing my ass out for them to see. My butt cheeks are my crowning glory. They’re firm and round, squeezable but not saggy, with just the amount of heft to make men cry. I shook my hips, making my ass bounce up and down before swaying right and left, the meaty flesh yummy and tasty.
Finally, I began edging my g-string off. I have to admit, this was a delicate maneuver. I was so wet by now that the material was completely soaked through, the pink fabric so drenched it stuck to my lips. Slowly, slowly, I eased the lace over my hips, pulling the string away before removing the tiny triangle.
And this is where I got them. I know they’d been expecting me to dance around nude some more, but I wanted to give them something special. Without dropping eye contact, I brought the lace to my nose, sniffing gently, before running my tongue against the crotch of my panties, licking my own pussy juice.
“Mmm,” I murmured, batting my lashes seductively. “Delicious.”
Slowly, I began eating the g-string, slipping the material into my mouth, moaning as I gagged myself with the dirty fabric. My stepbrothers watched raptly, not even beating their dicks now because they were so mesmerized by the show.
“Fuck she’s a whore,” ground out Stryke.
“Fuuuuuck,” was all Sax could manage.
And they were on me in a flash. Both my steps were naked in a New York second, their male physiques perfect, all tanned, toned flesh, carved like wood. They spun me around and pushed me down so that they could inspect my pussy from the back, running their big fingers through my folds.
“Fuck, she's perfect,” said one.
“Tastes fucking good,” said the other, as he slurped his fingers, sniffing that aromatic female cream.
And with a thrust, one of them eased his dick into my cunt. I shrieked at the delicious penetration. I didn’t know which of my brothers had done it, but this was the biggest dong I’d ever ridden in my teenage life, and it literally lifted me up in the air with its huge size. I struggled and squealed, impaled so thoroughly. I squirmed and wiggled, willing my twat juices to flow to help with the ache inside.
“Shhh, shhh,” soothed a male voice, hands reaching around to fondle my breasts, tweaking my nipples and squeezing that creamy flesh. “We’ll help you take us sweetheart. Just relax for now, and enjoy.”
I squealed again, still squirming on that gigantic cock, but calmer now. The initial penetration had been shocking. I was totally stuffed full, although I knew I hadn’t taken anywhere near the entire shaft. I moaned lustily, reaching my hands back to part my butt cheeks, as if inviting them in for more.
“That’s it,” one of them chuckled, and the dick edged in further, exploring my vaginal channel while making me moan and toss, my little pussy stretched so tight.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” I shuddered beneath them. Just when I thought the dick was all the way in, I felt something probe at my lips.
Looking up, I glanced into the sky-blue eyes of Stryke, and he smiled at me, gripping my chin.
“You’ve done so well with Sax in your pussy, you think you can fit my pole in your mouth?” he rumbled.
I nodded helplessly and Stryke smiled, reaching a finger into my mouth to pull out the wet g-string, the fabric utterly soaked from saliva and female cum.
“Now that’s my type of girl,” he remarked, inspecting the lingerie before dropping it on the floor and bumping my lips with his shaft. “Open,” he commanded.
I did, swallowing heavily. It was the best cock I’d ever tasted. Stryke’s man meat was musky, hot and heavy, the skin soft like velvet coating steel, the rod pure strength and arousal. I moaned lustily, my pussy squeezing Sax, and he ground out, “Fuck, her cunt feels so good when she’s got cock in her mouth.”
Obediently, I let Stryke feed me his dick inch by inch, stifling my gag reflex, not caring that I must have looked a mess, saliva pooling in the corners of my mouth and dripping down my chin to hit the floor in wet spatters.
“That’s it,” he murmured, stroking my hair as his dong disappeared between my lips. “Keep going,” he murmured.
And soon I was airtight. I had two massive twelve-inchers buried in my body, one in my mouth and the other in my puss. I’d never felt so filled, plugged in every way, stuffed yet feminine. It was a new me, and I reveled in the experience.
“Fuck me, fuck me,” I tried to say, but it just came out as an “Mmph! Mmph!” around my stepbrother’s cock.
But they knew what I was trying to say and began a rhythm in my body, syncopated at different ends, stuffing me in and out, treating me like a total fuckslut.
I loved it all. A tremor built in the base of my spine, weakening my knees, and if I hadn’t had two cocks spearing me on both ends, I probably would have collapsed because the tidal wave came at once. With a muffled shriek, I shuddered and screamed, my cunt clenching down on Sax’s shaft while I sucked with renewed fervor on Stryke’s cock.
“Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph!” I mumbled without abandon, the men’s heaving and pumping growing in intensity. With no warning, the dicks burst in me simultaneously, emitting sweet, hot man milk, spraying my pussy walls with fertile, hot seed while pumping viscous ejaculate down my throat. My orgasm went wild, and I shook even harder on their poles, my body vibrating like a metronome gone crazed, rippling with waves of pleasure as I came again and again.
As we recovered, I heard Stryke exclaim, “Fuck she’s a squirter!” as he looked down at himself. I smiled because I knew it was true. I have the unique ability to ejaculate, my pussy spraying its female juice, and his thighs and abs were probably now coated in my nectar.
“Mmm, we’re lucky then,” growled Sax as he pulled his dick from my mouth, watching as the semi-flaccid pole emerged, drenched in saliva and sperm. I coughed slightly, my throat sore and dry, but it was totally worth it because that man meat had tasted good.
“Girls who can spray are at a premium,” murmured Sax as the last of his dick came free, dripping wetly onto the floor. “Baby, you’re going to be one of our stars,” he rumbled, stroking my hair as I struggled to stand, my holes gaping and achingly empty all of a sudden.
“It’s a lot of money, honey,” added Stryke, grinning as he wiped himself clean. “But trust me, sweetheart, you’ll love it.” I nodded, unable to speak because I’d just had the most delicious, heart-shattering experience of my life, and I’d do anything for these handsome men. Anything at all.