Speaker 1: The summer heat shimmered off the driveway, baking the two
boys who stood before my open garage door, Ethan lean
and nervously fiddling with the straps of his backpack, Jake Broader,
trying to look confident by leaning against the wall. Both nineteen.
They'd knocked earlier, offering to help with yard work for cash.
They needed it for a new Nintendo game, they'd said,
their eyes skittering away from mine. I'd watch them from
my kitchen window all week, their glances lingering, their conversations
hushed and full of that youthful, desperate energy. I knew
what they really wanted, and I had other plans come in,
I said, my voice, smooth as the ice in my glass.
It's too hot out there for talking business. They followed, hesitant,
into the cool dimness of my living room. The air
was thick with the scent of my perfume and the
quiet hum of the ac I let the silence stretch,
watching them sweat in a different way now, so I
began settling onto the plush armchair, legs crossed. You want
to earn money. I let my gaze travel slowly over them,
from their worn sneakers to the tight shirt stretched over
young muscles. I have a different kind of job for you.
Ethan swallowed Jake's attempt at a cool stance. Faltered. What
kind of job? Jake asked, his voice a little too high.
I smiled, slow and knowing, I stood up, the silk
of my dress whispering against my skin. I walked toward them,
stopping close enough that they could feel the heat radiating
from my body. A lesson, I purred, in what a
real woman wants. My hand reached out, fingertips, brushing Jake's cheek.
He flinched, then froze, his breath catching. Ethan watched wide
eyed as I turned to him and traced the line
of his jaw. You boys think you know something about desire.
You don't. You're just full of hungry, clumsy want. Let
me show you how to satisfy it. I didn't ask.
I led my fingers curled into Jake's shirt, pulling him
gently forward. My other hand found Ethan's waist, drawing him in.
Their bodies were rigid, stunned, but the pulse I felt
against my palm was wild and rapid. Neil, I whispered.
They obeyed. On the soft carpet They looked up at me,
their faces a blend of terror and a dawning, overwhelming thrill.
I let the dress fall from my shoulders, pooling around
my feet. I stood before them, naked, confident in the
power of my experienced body, the curve of my hips,
the swell of my breasts, the knowing smirk on my lips. Look,
I commanded. They did, their eyes, drinking me in with
a hunger that was no longer hidden. I stepped forward,
placing one foot between Jake's knees. Your first task is
eating cunt. I lowered myself, my thighs spreading, and I
settled onto his face. His muffled gasp was hot against
my skin. The pressure was immediate, delicious. I ground myself down,
feeling his nose, his mouth, his frantic attempts to breathe
and comply. Ethan, I murmured, my head, tilting back. Come here,
taste what your friend is learning. I guided Ethan's head
to my other side, his lips finding my skin as
I arched my back, presenting myself fully, two mouths, hot
and eager and utterly overwhelmed, began to worship me. Their
tongues were tentative at first, then spurred by my moans
and the explicit instructions, I sighed into the air. Lick deeper,
use your teeth gently there, don't be shy. Lick together.
It doesn't matter if you kiss when you're eating snatch,
I won't tell. They found a rhythm. Jake's hands came up,
gripping my thighs, holding me steady as he devoured me,
his tongue swirling my clit. Ethan's fingers traced the lines
of my body, learn earning the geography of my pleasure.
I rocked between them, a slow grinding wave of sensation
building in my core. Their inexperience was a thrill. Their
desperate effort to please was intoxicating. I let my head
fall back, my hair brushing my shoulders, and let out
a long, shuddering sigh. Good boys, I praised my voice.
Thick now switch, I want my asshole eaten too. I
lifted slightly, allowing Jake to turn his attention lower, his
tongue tracing a path to a new intimate destination up
my asshole. Ethan followed suit. On the other side. The
dual sensation two points of focused wet heat on the
most sensitive parts of me sent sparks through my nerves.
I clenched around nothing, craving more enough, I breathed, Rising
off them. They looked up, lips glistening, faces flushed with
effort and awe. I smiled down at them. Stand up.
They staggered to their feet, their jenes clearly tight strained.
I reached for Jake's waistband, my fingers deftly undoing the
button and zip. The denim fell, and his cock sprang free,
hard and flushed and beautifully young. I did the same
to Ethan, revealing his own urgent need. They were both magnificent,
full of that untamed, youthful vitality. On the couch I directed,
pushing them back onto the soft leather. I stood before them,
then climbed onto them, straddling their laps so that both
of their rigid lengths pressed against my stomach. My hands
went to them, one on each, feeling the hot, silken skin,
the frantic pulse within. I told them, and I lowered
my mouth to Jake's first. I took him in, deep
and slow, my tongue swirling around his head, before drawing
him fully into the wet heat of my mouth. His
groan was a raw, shattered thing. I sucked hard and rhythmic,
my eyes locking with Ethan's as I worked. Then I switched,
taking Ethan into my mouth with the same deliberate, experienced intensity.
Back and forth, I serviced them, my head bobbing, my hands,
working their bases, until their hips began to jerk and
their breaths became ragged. Pleas I pulled back, leaving them
both wet and throbbing. Now, I said, my voice a
husky command. I shifted my body, aligning myself over them.
I reached down, guiding both of their tips to my entrance.
The feeling of two blunt hot heads pressing against my
soaked opening was an exquisite, stretching promise. Together, I sank down.
The dual penetration was a shock of blinding, overwhelming fullness.
A gasp tore from my lips, my body stretching to
accommodate them both inside me. They filled me utterly, a deep,
claiming pressure that sparked fireworks along every nerve. I rocked,
finding a rhythm. Their bodies pinned beneath me as I moved,
their hands gripped my hips, their faces contorted in a
mix of ecstasy, and disbelief. I fucked them, riding their
combined length with a steady, rising intensity. The friction was immense,
the sensation of two young men moving inside me, their
thrusts synchronizing under my guidance, building a furnace in my core,
both their thick, hard cocks ubbing against one another, covered
in my cunt juice. Their moans filled the room, mingling
with my own sharper cries. I felt their control slipping,
the frantic build up of their release. Don't hold back,
I urged, grinding down hard, give it to me, fill me.
Their climaxes hit one after the other, then together a hot,
flooding rush that spilled deep inside me. I convulsed around them,
my own peak, triggered by their surrender, a sharp, clenching
wave of pleasure that ripped through me. I held them
there inside me as their shutters subsided. Then slowly I
lifted myself off. I stood before them, their seed already
beginning to trace a path down my inner thighs. I
looked at them, sprawled and spent on the couch, their
eyes wide and dazed. A slow, satisfied smile spread across
my lips. Two hot loads up my cunt. Thanks, boys,
I said, as they wiped their brows. Now let's go
shopping for that new Nintendo game. Who knew having some
extra help around the house would be so much fun.
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