Twin Daddies for my Twin Babies

My tummy was harboring a swarm of butterflies as I entered and walked to the counter. I felt overwhelmingly uneasy as I got a juice, knowing they could be anyone, checking me out first before identifying themselves. I had dressed in simple black pants and a tight white sweater, so as to highlight my generous bust and reasonably hour-glass shape. As I turned to find a table, an affable but nondescript man approached me. "Kiara?" He asked pleasantly. "Hi, you're Jordan?" "Sure am. We've got a table over here." He led me to where another, slightly younger man was already sitting. The second man was dark and Latin looking with that macho patina common to young Latin men. He rose as we reached him. "This is my brother Jimminy," Jordan said, and we shook hands nervously. Neither of them was my type at first glance, but I resolved to keep an open mind now that I had come this far. The first few minutes we were on guard all around, but I have a reasonably lively mind, and was able to keep the conversation afloat until it had achieved its own momentum. I was still quite jittery, but I began to rather enjoy fighting it. I made a conscious effort to keep my hands still, stopped myself from shifting too often in my chair, forced myself to speak slowly and animatedly, rather than quickly and nervously. Jimminy was engaging but obviously shy. He kept flicking a straw in a rapid, repetitive way which made me glad of my own outward composure. Jordan was naturally talkative, and made me laugh outright more than once with strange tales and odd ideas. After about an hour of wide ranging conversation, we had achieved enough common ground about personality and ideas, and we agreed to adjourn to a motel room. Sitting in the back seat of Jordan's car, I hoped I wasn't going to regret my impulsiveness. As they exchanged some brief remarks about work postponed for the afternoon, I had a disorienting moment of doubt. Who were these guys? What kind of men sought out this sort of thing anyway? I knew I was sane, but what about them? While Jordan went into the motel office to make the arrangements, Jimminy and I made small talk in Jordan's car. To my surprise, his manner warmed with his friend absent. One-to-one, his shyness eased, and there was an appealing candor in his voice. As he turned to explain some involution of his job to me, I was suddenly conscious of how close together we were in the confines of the car. I felt my first viscerally s****l thrill of anticipation. There was more to this fellow than the nervous, reticent guy in the coffee shop had suggested. Perching uneasily on the edge of the bed, I was edgy again, not sure how to begin with two strange men. Lucky for me, they'd done this sort of thing before. Jordan leaned forward and kissed me, not a quick or perfunctory kiss either, but a long, slow, searching kiss that reached all through me. Jimminy got up on the bed behind me and began massaging my shoulders. I leaned back slowly, enjoying his strong, deft hands, and he started to kiss the back of my neck, moving his lips slowly around my left shoulder as if he knew where my sensitive spots were. His former shyness had translated into a gentleness when he touched me. Though at many times that afternoon he would be vigorous and assertive about what he wanted, he invariably touched and kissed me with a kind of tenderness that I thought men reserved for their wives or girlfriends. I couldn't believe their ease with one another in such a s****l situation. They touched and admired my body as easily and freely as if each was alone with me. Their obvious bond created a kind of safe place for me, a place where I was purely s****l for them and for myself. This feeling was powerful and unique, something I'd never experienced before except in fantasy. The feeling became like a lens which focused and magnified my excitement. I could feel heat rushing to my middle, and I was almost embarrassed by my ragged breathing. The truth was, I was so excited I could barely think at all. "Let's take some of these clothes off," Jordan said. As Jimminy pulled me back against him, Jordan began sliding off my pants and caressing my bare legs and hips. "You're gorgeous!" he said slowly. Now although I'm easy enough to look at, I'm not gorgeous; but I'll tell you, lying between two friendly, sensual men with hard-ons while they complimented me on my body sure made me feel gorgeous! Jimminy pulled off my sweater and caressed my hair as it fell back on to my shoulders. As I took my bra off, I was conscious of Jordan watching me. I lay back on the bed and while Jordan began kissing me all over in an unhurried way, Jimminy started to slide his hard c**k over the skin of my face. Finally, it was I who guided it into my mouth. Kissing my belly, Jordan made a sound of enthusiastic approval. They had been clear that they were entirely straight, but it was obvious that the sight of my mouth moving on Jimminy's shaft was one Jordan had been waiting to see. While I used my lips and tongue on Jimminy's c**k, he ran his hands over my face and hair, across my n*****s. He pushed himself further into my mouth and moaned. "Look at this!" he said with lively admiration while he ran his fingers through my abundant light brown, wavy hair. His touch was almost affectionate, but his hard prick was urgent in my mouth. The contrast stirred a deep and uncommon excitement in me. Jordan was nuzzling my vulva eagerly. I had shaved myself early that day and I was conscious of how sensitive the skin of my outer lips was as he parted them with his tongue. Jimminy's movements were becoming more urgent. I was trying to concentrate on finishing what I'd started with him, but Jordan did something utterly distracting. I've always longed for analingus, but never had a boyfriend who was game. Now, here I was with two strangers, and one of them was doing it before I knew what was coming. I gasped in surprise and pleasure. It was even more intense than I'd expected, and I lay utterly still for a moment, unable to move or think, my whole body consumed by the unfamiliar sensation. His tongue moved slowly and with exquisite languor. I spread my legs as wide apart as I could. My entire vulva clenched and pulsated, but Jordan taunted me by not touching me, except where his tongue was busy parting me from my reason. Finally, I got hold of myself long enough to give proper attention to Jimminy. He came in my mouth with a groan that was masculine and sweet at the same time. Jimminy moved away from me, but continued squeezing and caressing my t**s. Jordan pulled away then too. I was disappointed, but told myself we had lots of time. "I want to feel inside that gorgeous p***y," he said. During s*x, his tone of voice when speaking to me was confident, almost with a note of polite command. His voice and his touch maintained a kind of tenderness though, an admiration, perhaps, that made me pleased to do as he said. As he retrieved a condom from somewhere, he and Jimminy exchanged an unexpected gesture. As I lay on my back, I saw their hands clasp in a quick movement, the way men shake hands sometimes. Nothing was said, but I had a powerful sense of satisfaction. While in one way the gesture excluded me, it also made me feel more female, the embodiment of a strong s****l experience shared by the two of them. Together, they would admire, enjoy, and please me, and I was aching to be pleased! While Jimminy played with my hair, kissed my lips, fondled my n*****s, Jordan straddled my hips and began rubbing the head of his c**k across my clit and down to my v****a. My hips rotated and thrust at him, urging him to plunge, but he teased me first. Finally, he pushed quickly and fully inside me, and I cried out with relief and pleasure. As he started f*****g me in an even rhythm, I raised my legs around his back and moved with him. He came more quickly than I might have liked, but as soon as he'd disposed of the evidence, he returned to licking my clit. His tongue was deft, and he made it clear that he was enjoying his work. Having seen both of them through, I laid back and focused on his considerable skill. He had a lovely control of his tongue, and my excitement finally burst over me in an all consuming orgasm that they also seemed to enjoy. When he had moved away a little, I sat up. "Once I c*m," I said breathlessly, "I kind of like to keep coming if I can. I could use my fingers," and I slid one inside my wet p***y. "But maybe one of you has something more satisfying to recommend?" "I think I can help you there," Jimminy said and pushed me gently back. When he entered me, he teased me as Jordan had. I began rubbing my clit, and had c*m before he was even fully inside me. My cries of pleasure were mingled with pleading, but he took his own time. He began f*****g me with strong, powerful thrusts. Jordan sat beside me while I came again. "Oh yeah!" he said, rubbing my n****e, "That looks great! Keep going!" He urged me on while Jimminy kept up a powerful rhythm. Jordan went up on his knees by my head. Leaning forward on one hand, he used his other hand to turn my face toward his d**k, which was halfway to an erection. More aggressively than his friend had earlier, Jordan pushed himself into my mouth so that his c**k, not fully hard yet, was entirely enveloped by my lips and tongue. With one c**k in my mouth, and another seeming to fill me between my legs, I could feel their pleasure, hear their gasps. I arched my body, straining to take both of them in fully, rubbing my fingers over my clit to bring myself to orgasm again. When I had had as many orgasms as I could, I gave my attention to sliding my warm tongue around and along Jordan's hardening c**k. His way of thrusting in and out of my mouth was more demanding than Jimminy's had been but his gently commanding manner continued to excite rather than disturb me.