His fingers squeezed my plump ass, then he pulled me open and I gasped. He was— He was exposing— Everything! I felt cool air in places I’d swear I’d never felt cool air before.
I tried to flip around on Janus’s lap, but both Janus and Leander’s hands held me firm. Janus’s hands clutched my waist, occasionally massaging my back. “Hush,” he said. “Ass up. He’s going to taste you now.”
I blinked, confused but eager to please. Everything happening so far was surprising but not unwelcome. I hiked my ass up as high in the air as I could—a difficult feat since Leander was still spreading me so wide apart.
A strong, stinging slap landed on my ass. I yelped a little in surprise and jumped on Janus’s lap. I wasn’t sure I liked that. But then Leander landed another and then massaged the places he’d spanked.
And then, oh God, and then—
And then there was hot breath in a place that had never felt hot breath before. His mouth was inches away from my sex—
I arched my back to give him as good of access as possible and apparently that was all the encouragement he needed because then he just started absolutely going to town.
I’d heard about this, sure. A guy “going down” on a girl. Half of me thought it was an urban legend. Yeah, girls gave guys blow jobs, but did any of them ever actually reciprocate? I’d doubted how often it happened in real life and yet, here was this man, this god, and he was so, so good—
And then all rational thought fell out of my head. I scrabbled for something to grab hold of, eventually finding the bottom rung of the seat and decided that would have to do.
Leander’s mouth on me was—
Oh God, yes. I was melting. His mouth on me had turned my insides to honey, I was melting. Oh God, I was melting and turning to fire and it was so, so good— How had I lived my entire life without this feeling, this sensation. More than his fingers, the soft texture of Leander’s tongue as it swiped up one side of my sex and down the other.
And then he put his whole mouth on me and started to suck.
I screamed.
I couldn’t help it.
I screamed out my orgasm, the best I’d had yet. I let go of the seat rung and clutched for Janus’s leg. I needed to touch him, to have some sort of grounding in their bodies, and his legs would have to do. I clutched at Janus’s ankle, and writhed in his lap, feeling an extra lightning zing when I could feel his hard cock thrusting up against my belly and breasts.
“Enough,” Janus said, his voice more deep and gruff than I’d ever heard it. “Leave some for the rest of us. She’s driving me crazy writhing on me while you do that to her.”
Leander lifted his head, and when I turned mine to look at him, I saw his satisfied grin, face glistening with my juices. “She’s a fucking honey fountain. There’s plenty to go around. But I know the desperation.” He swiped his mouth with his forearm, and it was the sexiest gesture I’d ever seen in my entire life. “Turn her around.”
So that’s just what Janus did. He lifted me off him, a difficult task, I’d have thought, since I was limp as a wet rag. But he tossed me around just as easily. And then I was facing Leander, ass to Janus.
This was all happening so fast, like something out of a dream. So much so I wasn’t sure I hadn’t fallen asleep on the drive back and this was an excellent filthy nap fantasy. Except everything happening was so beyond anything my naive little imagination could even have come up with.
And now I was up on the seat between Janus, facing Leander this time. Janus dropped to the floor so he had more room and then again, a mouth was on my sex. And though they were twins, they did not do it the same way.
No, whereas Leander had centralized his efforts to the nubbin at the top of my sex, Janus seemed to want to gobble up my entire pussy. He licked and sucked every part of me. The lips. Around the entrance. He didn’t neglect the bud, either. But when he plunged his tongue inside my tight little hole—
I about passed out, swaying on the bench. Leander saw and scooted closer so that I was resting on his lap, with his large cock pressing against his jeans right in front of my face. That couldn’t be comfortable.
“C-c-can I touch it?” I whispered urgently as Janus continued to work me below. In case Leander hadn’t understood what I’d meant, I reached out and rubbed him through his jeans.