The Maid's Boys
I do hope you boys plan on paying for that.” Cassandra said with false irritation coloring her tone. The curvy young woman stood against the Pantries door, Chestnut curls falling to frame a sweet, round face with a button nose that was completely at odds with the look in her bright brown eyes.
Both young men attempted to mutter protests and excuses through mouths full of cheese and fruit respectively and she had laughed. They were taller than her by a good six inches, well built country boys. And twins! She knew them too. Garret and Marcus hadn't been their long, but they had all the marks of trouble makers on them from the untamed red hair down. She felt herself heating up just looking at them and shifted her hips in a private, eager movement
“I mean how do you intend on keeping me from talking. The cook is wondering where things have been getting off to in the middle of the night.” A smile spread across her lips as she leaned against the closed pantry door behind her, hands at her sides and hidden in her skirt.
Garret managed to clear his mouth before his brother. “Now what exactly are you going on about.” he demanded. “This is a first offense. We only got here last week.”
Marcus managed to get himself together finally and attest to his brothers statements. “Besides, its not like we wouldn't be eating it in the morning any ways. Better the cook run out of left overs and the lads can get something fresh.”
Marcus set down the cheese he had been working on tucking into his bag when she had entered and was wiping his hands on his trousers. Garret had wiped the fruit juice from his mouth and was watching her over his shoulder. The pantry didn't have a lot of standing room and Marcus was standing closer to her. Both were taller than her and the way she shrugged her shoulders at them gave them both a very good view down her blouse.
“Yes, I'm sure. All innocence and good intentions.” She cocked a hip to one side and her blouse slipped to show a little more shoulder. “And thick as bricks no less.” Her smile became a leer as she looked up at them, stripping them with her minds eye. She had been introduced to intimate actions early in life and developed a taste for them. But she had two at once. Possibilities filled her thoughts and she felt her nipples stiffen, popping over the top of her deliberately low cut corset, still hidden by her blouse.
Marcus's grass green eyes shifted down her figure as he turned to face her and then shifted back, uncertainty written on his face in the form of a blush creeping up his neck but a slight tenting of his trousers gave him away. He seemed a bit bashful, but his brother was a different story, watching her openly with a smile on his face.
“So you want us to pay you for our midnight snack, huh?” Garret asked and his tone told her she had at least one of them. His hand landed on his brothers shoulder as he came up just behind him. “Well, we don't have any money and our parents won't send us more till the end of the month.”
Marcus glanced sideways at his brothers hungry expression and shifted a little. “Garret, no. Not right.” He whispered sideways at him.
Garret likewise tried and failed to hide his response. “Shut up. She wants it. Look at 'er”
When they turned back, Cassandra put on an face of innocence and bit her lip coyly, looking up at them through her lashes. She hunched her shoulders just so and her blouse slipped a little more. Marcus swallowed nervously and she smiled, the look of innocence lost and replaced with one of suppressed lust.
“Come now, dear. Your brother gets it.” She said gently, then grinned as Marcus's blush hid his freckles. “Don't tell me you never have.” She glanced at Garret, who also grinned.
“It's about time you try it.” Garret said to his brother, squeezing past him and moving closer to her with a bit of a swagger. Then to her he added “Most of the time he just stays quiet and jerks off when I have a girl over.” He captured her chin between his thumb and fore finger, looking into her eyes and leaning down. “Too shy by my measure. Think you could do something about that sweetie?”
Her shoulders pushed back as she leaned against him and brushed her lips against his. “I think I can more than manage.”
Cassandra moved towards Marcus as Garret slipped behind her, checking the door to make sure it was locked and then staying behind her as she pinned Marcus to a shelf with her body, her hands resting on his hips. Garret pressed behind her, hands at her waist and drifting up her sides to caress the sides of her breasts, cupping them and pinching her nipples through her shirt just before she pressed them to Marcus' chest.
She felt two erections pressing against her skirts. Rising up on her toes, she kissed Marcus' neck and then his lips gently as her hands worked his shirt out of his trousers. She felt Garret doing the same to her own blouse and then up over her corset as he lifted the soft cotton garment from her shoulders. She lifted her arms and dropped down on her heels as he did, rolling her hips back against him as the blouse left her bare. Her generous breasts were lifted and cupped by a well made, well fitted corset, her pink nipples just poking out over the top of the cups. The ridged garment came down over her hips just so and when Garret managed to wrestle open the skirt, the corset was all she was left wearing, her dark curls between her legs barely covering the swollen, pink lips glistening with her dew.
Garret pressed against her from behind, one leg sliding between hers and lifting her slightly, her slick sex rubbing against the rough wool of his trousers, and tilting her forward against his twin.
“Go ahead and strip him, sweetie.” Garret whispered in his ear. “It'll be good for 'im.”
Her hands worked Marcus' shirt up over his head. He had given up resisting and moaned softly when she kissed his chest. His belt was next and she worked the clasp effortlessly, then kissed her way down his chest and stomach as she worked his fly. The pants fell away and a generous, thick shaft popped free, already half erect when she wrapped her fingers around it at the base.
As she leaned over to take it in her mouth, Garret grabbed her hips, his fingers digging in slightly, and pulled her back up his leg until her body was almost horizontal on his thigh. As his brothers dick disappeared between her lips, one hand reached down, cupping her rear in his palm and quested with his fingers until he found her moist entrance. His first finger slipped between her wet folds while the middle finger slid up between them, seeking her clit. One knuckle deep in her sex, he began to roll her pearl in slow, gentle circles, eliciting a low, throaty moan from Cassandra and a tilting back of her hips towards him as electric little waves of pleasure shot through her, but he didn't speed up or sink his finger deeper, just kept up the little teasing motions.
Marcus moaned, eyes rolling back in his head as the soft, warm mouth enveloped his shaft, gentle tongue flicking over the head and then down as she sucked more of it past her lips. Her tongue pressed against the bottom of his shaft, her lips carefully covering her teeth until they met her hand still wrapped around the base of it. Her lips pealed back and, delicate as could be, she let her teeth graze lightly along his sensitive skin as she pulled back, her throat vibrating with a moan as she did. With his shaft almost bare again, she locked her lips around him once again just behind the head and sucked, harder this time, until half his cock was back in the warm wet confines of her mouth. And there it stayed while she suckled him, her own eyes rolling with the pleasure of what Garret was doing.
As the initial shock of the thing wore off, Marcus began to relax and explore her, hands on her head as she swallowed him, on her shoulders as she pulled back. They made their way down to her breasts as she began to suckle and he captured one stiff pink nipple between two fingers and pinched it gently. The pinch elicited a gasp and then a long moan, her inner muscles clenching around the tiny bit of finger buried in her folds.
Garret grinned at that. “Do that again.” he said, his one free hand now working his own belt and fly open.
Marcus obliged and pinched again, another shock rolling through her. She took more of the shaft in her mouth until it touched the back of her throat as she moaned again, long and hard. She rolled her hips again, hoping for a little more something, but Garret knew what he was doing and was intent upon teasing her. She felt the shaft between her lips throb against her tongue and knew he was close, especially when he grabbed her shoulder with his hand and squeezed. She pulled back until just the head was between her lips, continuing to suck gently, her hand around the base began working over his now slick shaft while the second came up to cup his balls gently. He groaned as he came, his whole body ridged as she continued milking him, swallowing each jet of cum and working every last drop out as he sagged against the shelf behind him.
At Marcus' obvious orgasm, Garrets fingers left her snatch and she soon found her self standing upright again, though pulled back against the yet unsatisfied twin. He kissed down her neck as she found her balance again, trembling slightly with her sex pulsing hotly and dripping down her leg. Garret backed slowly to the apple barrel he had been sitting on before, drawing her with him as he did. The barrel was tall enough, he just perched on the edge of it, his trousers on the floor now.
As Cassandra turned, Garret removed his shirt. She rubbed her palms up his thighs as he did, then down with her nails down, scratching lightly and savoring the gasp that escaped his lips when she did. Using an over turned milk crate as a stepping stool, she climbed up into Garrets lap, setting her knees on the barrel on either side of his hips and holding herself high enough that her sex brushed against the middle of his chest. He grinned and slouched down a little. He kissed the top of her slit before he parted her lips with his tongue, stroking just along the outer edge of the lips while carefully avoiding her clit. She gripped a nearby shelf to keep steady as tiny, almost ticklish tremors rose from this tender caress and she almost didn't notice when Marcus came up behind her and began to loosen her corset strings.
When she felt the pressure release, she gasped and clutched the garment to her front, but Marcus pressed against her back and gently removed her her hands and placed one on the top of Garrets head where her fingers quickly worked their way through his hair, and then the other on the back of his own as he leaned down to kiss her neck. He caressed her sides through her corset, sliding his hands slowly forward. Cassandra moaned as the stiff fabric shifted, rubbing against her sensitive nipples as it did. The hands pressed the front edges of the corset together, starting at the bottom and then moving up and the busk came open, freeing her body and breasts. The thing was quickly cast aside and warm, calloused hands moved up around her ribs from behind and cupped her breasts, pressing them up and then releasing the grasp so they slid down, nipples chaffing against his palm. The sensation seemed to magnify the teasing licks that Garret continued to whip across her outer folds, never deep enough to satisfy. She tried rolling her hips, but Garret gripped them and lifted her slightly and pressing her thighs against the sides of his head. She tried again, but the teasing little licks never became more than that and she moaned, arching her back to press her breasts more firmly into the hands that still toyed inexpertly with them.
Finally, when she though she couldn't take it any longer, the probing tongue pushed just a little deeper, over her entrance, through her folds, and over her clit. She practically screamed, her body bent in a bow as a wave of pleasure crashed through her, her head thrown back over Marcus' shoulder. But it ended too quickly. She found herself gasping as Garret rose from between her thighs, licking his lips and lowering her down onto his lap as he found his seat on the barrel once again.
Garret watched with a grin as she panted and shuddered between the two brothers, Marcus' hands still gently massaging her breasts.
“Hmmm. You're good with your mouth.” she slurred slightly, rolling her hips a little and watching his erection from where it protruded between their bodies. She pressed against it a little, her lower lips parted for it at the base and she shuddered as a little orgasmic aftershock rolled through her.
Marcus moved closer to her so she could sit up a little more and she felt his shaft press against her lower back.
“Looks like Junior is ready for more.” she quipped and Garret grinned while Marcus blushed. “It's alright. I like a man with a healthy appetite.” She grinned and began to rise up onto her knees again.
Leaning forward against Garret, she pressed her hips against him and slowly lowered herself onto his shaft, rolling her hips as the tip brushed her lips to line it up and then, slow inch by slow inch, she spread around him, moaning as she did at the feel. He wasn't as long as his brother, but he was thicker and for what she had in mind, this was perfect.
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(Cont…) Her movements were slow and deliberate and Garret let her take her time, his own eyes closed and his head back as he stretched her tight, slick sex. It was a wonderful feeling and she almost came again as he filled her. She groaned as she finally came to rest against him, breathing heavily. She looked over her shoulder at Marcus and then rolled her hips back a little, catching his eye. “Come on dear.” She purred, her voice thick with lust. “Room for one more.” Both boys looked a bit surprised at that. Garret almost objected, but she squeezed her inner walls around him and he only gasped. “There is some olive oil on that shelf up there.” She pointed and Marcus reached for it. Sitting up strait, she cracked the seal on the bottle and poured some into her hands before giving it back to him to return to the shelf. She rubbed the oil between her hands a little and then gripped Marcus’ returned erection in her slick hands, rubbing up and down to coat the whole thing. When it shone in the low light, she reached back behind her and rubbed what was left on her hands into the tight little pucker less than an inch from where Garret impaled her. She moaned softly as she worked one finger into her ass, oiling herself as best she could. She pulled her finger out and spread her cheeks. Marcus didn’t hesitate this time. He came forward and positioned himself, but she put her palm against his stomach before he plunged in. “Slowly dear.” she said softly. “Go slow. It’s gonna be extra tight.” Still blushing, Marcus complied while Garret squirmed beneath her, impatient. The pressure on her ass increased and, more slowly than she had meant, Marcus pushed forward. He spread her little by little and she did her best to relax and let him, draping herself across Garret and letting him support her. Marcus gripped her hips, now standing between Garrets legs. When his head finally popped in past her right ring, the trembling Cassandra couldn’t hold back anymore and she came, head thrown back and her inner walls rippling around Garret and squeezing the head of Marcus’s dicks. Warm wet soaked Garret and she heard Marcus gasp as she trembled, trying to hold still on the thick rods of flesh within her. It took a couple long minutes with all three of them breathing heavily before she was able to relax her ass enough for Marcus to continue pressing in. Cassandra trembled, her inner walls a quiver and Garret was now moaning from frustration and pleasure as she gripped him. It seemed to take forever, but finally he was fully within her and she felt lost in bliss. Heat radiated from her and tears streamed down her cheeks as the boys began to thrust, first Garret pulling back, long and slow, then pushing back in as Marcus pulled out. Each time they pulled only half way out and they quickly developed a rhythm, pumping in and out a little faster each time. Cassandra cried out with each thrust. Electric shocks of pleasure jolting through her with every little movement. Marcus still gripped her hips, his fingers dug into her more sharply lent a slightly painful harmony to the dual melody of pleasure they pulled from her body. It was a wave of constant climax she rode as they pounded her, breast bouncing and jolting on her chest and against Garrets, punctuating each verse. She felt everything. The two shafts rubbing against each other through her body, the hard, masculine bodies that surrounded her, the pulse of two almost synchronous heart beats that throbbed through the shafts that filled ever nook and cranny. By the time Garret began to quicken, she was incoherent and when he went ridged and filled her with his hot spunk, she was on the edge of blackout. As Garret froze beneath her, Marcus quickened his pace and by the time darkness began to close on the edge of her vision, Marcus, too, was pumping his seed into her body, panting and moaning in her ear. She wasn’t out for long. Both boys had gone soft and pulled out and she was lying on the floor, shivering and out of breath, though she still felt warm. It couldn’t have been more than a minute. She groaned and one of them knelt down, helping her to sit up and propping her up against the apple barrel. “Are you alright?” one of them asked. She thought it was Marcus. She nodded and licked her lips, savoring the thick afterglow that permiated her body. She felt more relaxed and sated than she had ever felt before. Slowly, she came back down and the three began to dress again. They helped her back into her corset and found a cheese cloth to put over the apple barrel to hide the wet spot they had left. As she stood, Cassandra felt the hot spunk leaking slowly out of both holes and knew she would have a mess to clean up when she got back to her room, but she didn’t mind. With a groan and a stretch, she unlocked the door. “We should try that again some time.” She said over her shoulder with a grin. The door opened into the dark, quiet kitchen and the twins beat a hasty retreat back to their dorm, edible loot in hand, though it would probably not get eaten that night. Cassandra closed and locked the pantry again and made her way back to her room with a smile on her face. Definitely have to try that again. (Edit 07/20/14: this story is now available on my blog! http://midknighterotica.blogspot.com/2014/07/the-maids-boys.html)
Loved this story.