[F] Throwback to when I rode twin brothers within 48 hours of e/o

Many moons passed, there was this local lad who was well known and praised for his man whoring ways in, around and often far beyond our wee village.

I’d had a strong amount of cock for my age at this point and although in my naive, hungry mind he offered nothing greatly different to the many before him and the many still trying their best shot – I wanted him in me, badly.
I often got the impression he was of the same mind when he would pass by with a lively greeting and allowed his gaze to linger a while longer than the norm but I suspected the main barrier between my wet waiting cunt and his well used member was his friendship with my older sister.

On this particular summer evening at the (only) pub in our village, he had passed me by several times at the pool table and, when he was sure my sister wasn’t within eyeshot, would alternate between letting me know how good my arse looked in those jeans or would choose to gain access to the mens toilets by walking around the pool table to where I was stretched forward over my cue and squeeze his body through the tiny gap between my arse and the old fireplace. The second time he did this I could feel his denim clad semi against my buttocks.

I was absolutely dripping with anticipation by this point. This was soon curbed when it became apparent his main attentions for the evening were on an average, slightly older easy blond from a neighbouring village.

Absolutely slut scorned I burst out of the front door like a demon, threw myself in a plastic garden chair. “Can I pinch one” sounded from behind my shoulder as I lit a cigarette. It was man-whores twin brother, I will call him the mousey one.
They were non-identical but shared similar features, particularly the nose. The mousey twin I’ve named so due to his slightly demure, shy demeanour in comparison to his brothers extrovert lad about town ‘vibes’.

In the interest of getting to the point (or tip, as it were);
After some low level flirting and tipsy petting he asked me if I’d like to go somewhere a little more ‘quiet’.

In response I practically dragged him to the back of the pub, past the side gardens and into a dilapidated wooden garage.
By this point he’d found some gusto, pushed me down onto a bed of dried leaves on the damp concrete floor, awkwardly pulled my jeans down one leg just before entering me and began thrusting furiously.
I am a top by nature but I allowed him to remain in this position out of excitement and intrigue over this unexpected, furiously horny persona that had seemingly taken over.

After several minutes of wild thrusting, scratches to his shoulders he blew his load inside of me with a whimpered moan and rolled on his side.

I pulled my jeans up, kissed him on the cheek and made a hasty exit.
By the time I re-entered the pub his brother was nowhere to be seen.

The next night, after crashing an 18th celebration in the next village I was waiting for my friends outside the town hall when man-whore pulled up in his Audi and asked me if I wanted a lift home.

As I slid into the passenger seat I felt my dress ride up and knew if he was looking close enough he’d see the outline of my lips through the barely there satin of my knickers.

He drove recklessly, belting out a Sinatra number I wasn’t familiar with and out of perhaps a combination of boredom and frustration from his waning attentions the night before, I slapped my hand down on his crotch and began to massage the soft bulge which quickly took form and I became moistly aware that he may well have more to offer than his brother.

After trying and failing to get my eyes to meet his he pulled over in a lay by about a half mile from our village, pulled my face to his and nigh on choked my with his tongue. That was enough for me, I stepped out and made my way around to drivers door with the intention of riding him in his seat. I was absolutely dripping with anticipation, I’d been waiting for this for longer than I could recall.

Before I’d even had a chance to reach for the handle he jumped out, grabbed my waist and pushed me around to the front of the car and with very little effort, picked me up and sat me on the bonnet.
He dropped to a hunch, pulled my silky wee knickers to one side and began eating my little cunt like a starving animal.

I was trying to stifle my slutty cackle of victory that this locally famous Casanova was eating his brothers cum out of my mischievous little pussy when he rose up with his jeans down and slammed his fat cock inside of me with a force I’d yet to become accustomed to.

We swapped and toyed with positions several times until he was half reclined on his bonnet, awkwardly leaning on the windscreen whilst I bounced down on his cock as if my hungry cunt was CPR’ing him back to life. He finished with a deafening, feral moan and gripped my hips so hard they bruised.

Several weeks after this my sister stormed into the front room at home and informed me that “man-whore” would like to ride me again and added that I rode him so hard he hurt for a week.
With a disgusted glare on her face she stormed back out and left me with a stupidly proud slut smile on my face.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wicnxm/f_throwback_to_when_i_rode_twin_brothers_within