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I think I’m a little stoned, so it’s not a surprise that I hardly react when Brandon kisses the nape of my neck, all hot and wet. But it is a surprise that I don’t react when he suddenly lifts my top up and exposes my bare breasts to Tyler’s waiting gaze.

Yeah, that’s a surprise, all right. Mainly because it’s Brandon being so shockingly forceful, but also due to the fact that I can’t quite recall why I didn’t wear a bra tonight.

So they would see you, my mind throws up, but my mind is ridiculous. I don’t want my best friends to see me, and they certainly don’t want to look. They totally don’t.

Except for all the parts where they totally do, because when I glance up Tyler is running a gaze that seems suddenly heavy all over my naked tits, and Brandon has cupped one of said tits with a single too-large hand.

And I think – though cannot be sure – that he’s making little noises. Little hot moans into the nape of my neck, followed by some breathy pants – of the kind that would usually arouse me. I mean, if this wasn’t Brandon doing this I’d definitely be wet by now. Mainly because the sounds he’s making are so hot and desperate and horny, but also because he doesn’t take long to find one of my completely not stiff nipples and kind of … tug it a little.

As though he’s just testing this whole thing out. Seeing if I’ll mind, or something. And I guess I don’t, because when he does it I make a sound of my own – though I swear I don’t mean to. And I don’t mean to shiver, either, when Tyler comes out with the following:

‘Yeah, you like that, huh?’

In a voice that no longer sounds like his own. This new voice is really rough, like someone dragged a piece of sandpaper over it – though I’m not sure I’d understand what he’s saying any better if he said it in his normal tone. He is talking about sex things, after all, and though he’s likely just as semi-stoned as me – and God only knows how far gone Brandon is – there’s something so wicked about that. So disturbing.

He expects me to answer him, and with words I’ve never used in front of either of them. And though I know what those words are – things like mmmm and yeah and feels so good – I can’t quite do it.

Instead, I have to just lie there quietly in Brandon’s arms, as he teases and toys with one nipple, and then the other. Fingers feverish and almost fumbling, sometimes falling into a kind of greedy squeeze of my heavy tits – like he thinks this whole thing is going to go away, soon. As if I’m just tolerating him fondling me, letting him get it out of his system before I put a stop to the whole thing.

But I’ll be honest, I don’t think the latter’s going to happen. There’s no urge in me to stop anything, despite the strange, almost uncomfortable silence we all seem to have fallen into. It’s punctuated only by our combined heavy breathing, and I’m not sure how much longer I can take it without bursting out with something.

Or at least, I’m not sure until Tyler leans forwards and licks wherever Brandon isn’t touching. After which, all the words I want to say – we should really talk about this before we all start fucking being chief amongst them – fall away inside me. Electric sparks of pleasure zip from my now unbelievably stiff nipples all the way down to places I don’t want to discuss in polite company, and I make a sound instead of the sensible things I need to say.

A rough, dirty, moaning sort of sound. That gets louder when Brandon mutters, ‘Yeah, suck it. Suck her nipple.’

I mean, Jesus. Where did he get that from? He’s the sort of guy who can barely request that someone pass him the peas. He once pissed himself in primary school rather than ask the teacher if he could go to the bathroom. He shouldn’t be telling his best friend to do that to me.

And his best friend shouldn’t be obeying.

Because, oh, he does. He takes one tight peak in his mouth and sucks on it sloppily, messily, until I’m writhing and mindless and pulsing hard between my legs. My entire body has suddenly disappeared right down into my solid, aching clit, and worse than that, I think the pair of them know it.

They’re both going at me so hard and greedy, and the moment I make any sort of move – a hand on the back of Tyler’s head – he starts shoving my skirt up.

Of course, I immediately go bright red. Not because I don’t want him to do it – because it would be ridiculous of me to deny it now – but because he’s going to see, in a second. My dependable, no-nonsense friend Tyler is going to see that I’ve wet my panties, because he and my other friend are licking and sucking and rubbing my nipples.

I want to die of shame, I really do. And yet somehow, once he’s got my skirt up and he’s looking at me there, it’s not half as bad as I had imagined. I know how rude it must look – the panties are just little cotton things, flimsy as anything, and I’ve made them so wet I can feel the material clinging to my swollen bud – but he does nothing to make me feel weird about it.

Quite the contrary. He groans and then, after a second of arranging me this way and that, rough hands on my thighs spreading me wider and wider, he says, ‘Fuck, your clit’s so big.’

And I swear, I feel nothing. Apart from intense arousal, of course.

It’s so intense that I don’t even protest when he gets hold of the material that’s covering my slippery slit, and pulls it aside so he can get a better look. I just watch him, near breathless with anticipation, body now ready for anything while my mind takes a vacation.

‘You want me to lick it?’ he asks, and I don’t know. It’s like he’s a different person, suddenly. Or maybe it’s just that I’m a different person, because I find myself rolling my hips up at the fingers that refuse to do anything but hold that piece of elastic, while my mouth moves around words like: ‘Ohhh yeah, yeah, lick my clit.’

Behind me, Brandon tenses – though I’m not sure why. Because I said a dirty thing? Because Tyler gets to go down on me, and he doesn’t? I’ve no idea and quite frankly I can’t care right at this moment, because Tyler’s using those fingers for some purpose.

He pushes the elastic aside and then spreads my slit open, to expose my stiff clit – which doesn’t sound very exciting, I know, but God, it feels exciting. It feels like the lewdest thing ever, coming from him, and it gets worse when he lets his thumb feather over the underside of my bud.

I arch my back. I can’t help it. I’m right on the edge of some incredible orgasm, before he’s even done anything at all. Just that little touch feels like something molten against my clit, and it spreads that heat all the way up and through my body.

‘Man, look how ready she is,’ he says, but Brandon doesn’t say anything in reply. I think he’s beyond words, to be honest, but that’s OK. I am too. I want it so bad that I’m trying to put a sentence together – something like Just rub me there, right now, just rub it, I’m gonna go off – but it won’t come.

Good job Tyler can speak for me, huh?

‘You close, Maisie? Yeah, you’re so close. Feel sweet when I do that?’

That being another agonising thumb-stroke over my clit.

‘Uhhhhhh,’ I say.

‘How about this?’ he asks, and then … oh God … then he slides a finger down through my slit to my ready and waiting hole.

It’s like silk, going in. Almost as good as a cock, because, like everything on Tyler, his fingers are massive. So thick and long and good, and even better when he adds a second one and pumps, slowly.

‘You want to know what she feels like?’ he asks, and for a moment I have no idea what he’s talking about. And then my brain catches up, and I realise he’s asking Brandon. That this is a thing, this talking around me, and though Brandon can’t say a word Tyler still knows he wants to hear all of this stuff.

‘Ohhh, so wet and hot. So tight, too – she can barely take my two fingers. Can you imagine how small she’d feel around your cock?’

Again, my brain takes a moment to catch up. And when it does, it’s not sure it wants to understand what Tyler is saying. My brain is apparently a prude, and hardly knows what to make of the fact that a) Tyler is aware that Brandon has a big cock, somehow and b) he doesn’t think my tiny pussy could take it.

However, my body more than makes up for my prudish brain. My body is rocking on Tyler’s fingers, and burying itself in Brandon’s body, and there are all of these sounds coming out of my mouth.

‘Just lick her,’ Brandon says, hoarsely, and the sounds get louder. I have to push my face against the turn of his throat just to get them under control, though it’s something of a lost cause once Tyler leans down to do as his friend is suggesting.

The first long, wet lick over my aching clit almost makes me clamp my legs back together. The pleasure is thick and jolting, almost like an orgasm but not quite. Tyler backs off immediately, as though he knows how close I am and wants to drag this all out just a little longer. Just a little more of me squirming and embarrassing myself every time he gives me a little flick of his tongue and a little twist of his fingers inside me.

‘Fuuuuccckk,’ Brandon groans, and I have to say I know exactly how he feels. By the time Tyler starts lashing his tongue back and forth over the tip of my clit – barely touching, oh, such a tease – I’m delirious.

So much so that I fail to comprehend why Brandon is in such a state, too.

Only when I feel him against my side, all slick and firm and insistent, do I get it. I can make out the intermittent press of his hand, as he shuttles it up and down his obviously bare and very hard cock, and then, after a second of hardly daring to, I glance down and see what Tyler was talking about.

He’s so big, so thick and solid and, fuck, it’s hot. I’ve never been a size queen, but then again I’ve never seen anything like Brandon’s cock, up close. I’m helpless in the face of it, and especially so when it’s all swollen at the tip and glossy with pre-come and, oh Lord, I can’t help urging him on. I can’t, I can’t.

‘Yeah,’ I tell him, and then other words stumble after it. ‘Fuck yourself. Come on me, that’s it. Come on me.’

I didn’t even know that’s what I wanted until the words burst out. But now that they’re out in the open, and we’re all busy buried in each other’s groins, I hardly think it matters. Brandon is going to spurt all over my belly and Tyler’s going to get me off with his mouth and his hands and then afterwards he’s probably going to come on me, too.

Or maybe I can be as daring as they seem to have been and take him in my mouth.

Would he like that? I can’t tell. But I can definitely tell how much I like the thought of doing it – of sucking him until he fills my mouth with come – because I’m getting really close. He’s stopped teasing and started lapping at me in earnest, fingers curling inside me so that they rub right up against that sensitive spot, and I can see my belly tightening. Can feel my thighs tensing and releasing, as pleasure builds at the base of my clit.

Though it isn’t Tyler’s expert sucking and fucking that pushes me over, I have to say. I mean, it feels good. And when he does this little curling thing with his tongue I nearly lose my mind. But even so, it’s still Brandon whispering in my ear that gets me there.

‘Are you gonna do it?’ he asks, then closely after it: ‘Tell me. I want to come when you do.’

I can feel him shuddering against me, hand working hard and mean on his slick cock, and something about that combination – his desire to hold off and his obvious intense need to come – makes my body sing. Makes me tell him: ‘Oh fuck yeah, now, I’m coming, I’m coming – do it.’

And then he does, just as my clit swells against Tyler’s tongue and pleasure unwinds inside me like a coil of electricity.

I don’t know whom I cling to. I only know that I go completely rigid and grunt like an animal, as my orgasm pulses on and on and Brandon spurts thickly against my side. He moans gutturally as he does, but it has absolutely nothing on the sounds I make.

Or the sounds Tyler makes when he kneels up and starts jerking his own cock over my still spread pussy.

I have absolutely no idea when he got it out, or whether or not he’s been similarly stroking himself all this time, but by God he’s far gone. His cock’s even slicker than Brandon’s, and somehow it’s bigger, too – with a swollen tip that looks fit to burst. A little pulsing aftershock goes through me to see it, and the pulse gets stronger when I see how copiously he’s leaking pre-come.

It’s all down his working fist and, as I watch, a bead of it wells in the slit to join the rest of the mess. It makes me want to lean forwards and lick, to take him in my mouth just as I had imagined, but the moment I get up the balls to actually do it his entire body jerks, and that impossible swollen head swells even further, and a burst of fluid erupts from the tip.

Unlike Brandon, he isn’t exactly quiet about it.

‘Ohhhhh fuuccck yeah, ohhhh, Jesus, I’m coming, I’m coming. Baby, you’re so fucking hot, ohhhh yeah. Oh yeah that’s it, that’s it, spread yourself. Spread it, let me come on your clit.’

Which I do, gladly. I do it before he even mentions it, eager to feel that hot wet liquid against my still aching bud. And once he’s finished coating me in his copious spend, I can’t resist rubbing it into my swollen lips and over the sensitive tip of my clit – though I swear I don’t mean to turn it into a masturbatory session in front of my best friends. I just don’t want it to stop once I’ve started, my second orgasm welling up in me as easy as anything.

And I guess it’s this that I remember afterwards. Two sets of heated eyes on me, as I circle my clit frantically. Both of them murmuring encouragement through that same unsettling silence we started this whole thing in.

And then finally the pleasure – the most intense pleasure of my entire life – courtesy of an experience we never repeat again.