She let out a shuddering breath. “Fuck me, Tunde,” she pleaded softly.
His eyes opened wide, then narrowed. Ada’s stomach twisted with excitement and nerves at the sheer lust on his face. Gripping her hip with one hand, he grasped his cock and pointed it downward, sliding it over her soaked lips, until the head nestled at her entrance. Then he pushed.
“Tunde!” She screamed. Even if she didn’t have a cherry for him to breach, she was tight, unused to a cock in her pussy, but so slippery that he sank halfway in on the first thrust. He eased back a little, then thrust again, until he was buried in her warm cunt.
“Oh God,” Ada moaned, shocked. “This is— you’re so big.” And her dildo had only barely prepared her pussy for this kind of invasion.
“Open your legs, sweetness,” Wale murmured. He had moved behind her so her head rested in his lap. She was grateful for his strong hands, rubbing her shoulders. Her own hands clutched Tunde’s muscular back; her pussy quivered around his thick rod. He hadn’t stopped staring into her eyes, and she felt completely naked, completely exposed, and completely committed to not looking away first. If she was really going to get over her shyness, she was doing it all the way. The raw need on his face seared through her, arrowing straight down to her creamy cunt stretched around his cock.
He grunted as she spasmed around him. “Wrap your legs around his back.” Dazed, she followed Wale’s directions and gasped as Tunde’s cock sank even deeper into her clasping pussy.
“That’s it.” Tunde flexed his hips, starting to pull back. “Tunde, give her a minute before you move.”
“You’ve always been bossy, Wale.” Ada couldn’t help it. Her breath was coming fast, the twin she thought she couldn’t stand had just taken her virginity, her pussy clung to his cock like she never wanted it to leave, and the twin she had always considered at least somewhat trustworthy had seduced her into a threesome — with his brother. The moment was already crazy enough, and the words just popped out. “Looks like you haven’t changed.”
Both twins burst out laughing. Tunde actually buried his head in her shoulder as his body shook. Each pant thrust his cock into her, sending twinges through her cunt that half-hurt, half-felt good, but she didn’t care. She was laughing too, and the way her pussy squeezed Tunde’s cock with each burst of laughter just made her laugh harder. It felt good to laugh as the three of them.
“Missed you, Ada,” Wale whispered above her. His hands slid over her shoulders to massage her breasts. She whimpered as he expertly rolled her nipples, or maybe it was because Tunde was moving now, working his cock in and out of her clinging pussy with tiny thrusts that sent sparks through her pussy and out to her trembling thighs.
“I missed you too,” she whispered back. “So much.” Her eyes met Tunde’s again. He was still staring at her, propped up on his elbows. She wondered if he had missed her. Or if she had missed him. She wanted to ask why he had ignored her, but now his lips met hers, crushing her mouth in a kiss as he lengthened his strokes. His movements felt better and better as she relaxed around his cock, hugging it with warmth. Wale’s palms still kneaded her breasts, sandwiched between her and Tunde’s chest.
“Tunde,” she whispered into his mouth. His tongue was so hot, thrusting into her mouth, mimicking his thrusts into her pussy.
“Push back,” he whispered. Experimentally, Ada raised her hips to meet him. Oooh. That felt good. Tunde groaned. Every time he thrust into her, he ground against her pussy, rubbing her clit, and fire was building between her legs. Wale’s fingers pinched her nipples, harder than she would expected from him. Her thighs were shaking again as she moved her hips, trying to match Tunde’s movements. Trying to fuck him back. Meeting him now on every thrust, the intense sensations feeling twice as powerful.
“Oh god, Tunde—” She grabbed his muscled ass instinctively, urging him further into her.
“Yesssss,” he hissed. “This is the real you, isn’t it, Ada?” He pumped her cunt faster, forcing the breath out of her in little gasps. “You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered, dizzy again. “I’ve thought about us like this…about Wale…about the three of us…”
“Fuck,” Tunde groaned, spearing her tightening pussy. Wale pinched her nipples firmly, making her cry out as Tunde thrust deeply into her cunt. He was coming, she realized, a little stunned. He grabbed her, wrapping her firmly in his powerful arms and pulling her tight against his body while he plunged into her pussy again and again. His low groans made her gasp along with him, their chests heaving in rhythm together. Ada buried her face in his shoulder, clinging to his muscled back as he grunted with pleasure. She felt stretched impossibly wide around his cock, moving in and out of her tingling pussy more and more slowly until he collapsed on top of her, his cheek pressed against hers.
Tunde withdrew his cock from her pussy all too soon, on a slippery stream of cream. She was more relieved than she wanted to admit when he lay down next to her and kissed her again. As his tongue moved in her mouth — lazily now — familiar, yet unfamiliar hands worked their way up her calves, stroking her thighs, then firmly opening her legs, spreading her pussy wide. Again, a cock prodded her entrance. This time, it slipped in easily as she moaned, sinking into her pussy in one long thrust.
Wale’s hands slid to her ass, cupping the cheeks and lifting her slightly off the ground. She could only gasp into Tunde mouth’s as Wale fucked her easily with long, slow, deep strokes, bringing her ass up to meet his cock on each thrust. She felt like she was completely in his hands, exhausted, soaked, and spread open, one arm clinging to Tunde and the other reaching up to Wale to find his shoulder.
“Tunde did such a good job opening you up,” Wale murmured. Oh God. A shiver of excitement tightened her pussy. “Nice,” he murmured. “You feel so amazing, Ada. I love fucking you so deep.”
Her ass clenched in his hands. He wasn’t kidding. She thought Tunde had gone deep, but Wale was nudging her cervix with every stroke. Not hard, but enough for her to feel it.
“Wale— uhhh—” she groaned. She clutched his back with one hand. Tunde found her other hand and laced his fingers through it. She found herself squeezing his hand, hard. “Too much—”
His strokes eased off, just a little, and she sighed with relief.
“It hurts? Or it’s just uncomfortable?”
“The second,” she panted. Tunde was sucking on her neck now, one of her breasts filling his hand. She didn’t want to think about how many bites they had given her. “Baby,” he was whispering in her ear. “Your breasts are so amazing.”
“Then relax,” Wale crooned. She let herself focus on his voice, on Tunde’s hands and mouth on her body. “Trust us. I promise you can do it. Let me in, Ada. Let me in deep.”
Oh Jesus. As she let herself give in, pleasure began to wash over her body in waves.
“Say you trust us,” Wale whispered above her.
“I— oh God. I trust you,” she moaned. And right now, it was completely true. With each stroke of Wale’s cock, each lick and suck and squeeze from Tunde, she let go, allowing herself to trust.
“Oh—” she gasped. “Oh God. Oh my God.” She was coming again, her vision blurring as warm buzzing haze filled her head and a rush of pure pleasure bathed her body in heat. Dimly, she felt her pussy clutching Wale’s cock in deep, slow spasms that spread through her whole body, felt Tunde sucking her earlobe and fondling her breasts, felt Wale groan long and low and thrust smoothly into her steamy cunt again and again until he slowly withdrew.
Strong arms folded her close, then helped her down from the room and carried her through the dark backyard as she rested her head against a warm male chest, barely able to keep her eyes open.
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