4 comments/ 35229 views/ 1 favorites A Matched Set of Boytoys By: naughtyloveling There was an initial spark of sexual attraction to Jay from the very day I laid eyes on him, walking in late to the first day of class in ceramics. The teacher was still looking for the roll sheet, so he quickly appraised the class room with bright, sea-colored eyes and strode confidently over to the only empty seat left, which happened to be right in front of me. I felt a little thrill of interest gazing at his broad, tan shoulders, partially visible under his brightly colored tank. He had a hat perched on his head at an angle in the same intense colors that just screamed southern California. I was definitely glad there was at least ONE hot guy in the class. What good is an education if there's no eye candy to keep me entertained through the boring bits? I had no idea that that first spark would grow into a uncontrollable blaze of lust. I had returned to school after working on my own for several years, using my savings and relative financial security to pursue my studies without my parent's financial support. They are well off, but I like doing things my own. At 24, I was several years older than the majority of my fellow classmates, and felt several decades older in maturity. Most of these kids were just taking some classes at the community college to get their parents off their backs while they partied. To be honest, I found most of them, especially the boys, frustrating, as I was truly there to finish my education and transfer to a real college. Not that it stopped them from trying to hit on me. I've always been confident in my body, and now had the wardrobe and makeup skills to accent the very best parts of me. To be honest, I partially used classes as a chance to show off and feel attractive. I usually wear my long dark blond hair down, emphasizing the natural wavy texture and movement. I love using intense eye contact to derail a teacher's line of thought as his attention is caught by the depths of my hazel eyes. Putting on lipgloss or eating an apple in class can become an exercise in subtle oral seduction as I smooth the gloss over my full lower lip, or carefully wrap my lips around the skin before crunching down. I have an extensive collection of wedges and heels that I'll wear on any occasion, to highlight my shapely and toned legs, making me seem even taller than my 5'7. Jay didn't seem intimidated by my height, but he definitely noticed me as we worked our way through making basic ashtrays. At 6'4, he towered over me even in my highest wedges. Unlike some really tall guys, he was perfectly proportioned, where you didn't even realize how tall he was until you were standing right next to him. As the class thinned out, we found ourselves working on pottery wheels next to each other, laughing and sharing stories about our lives. As I thought, he was from southern California; Venice Beach actually, and had moved up here to try to get in to the local University. He had a wicked sense of humor and could make me laugh until tears were running down my face. His broad, happy-go-lucky smile seemed semi-permanently attached, except when he focused on his clay, letting his large tanned hands delicately shape the developing vase or bowl. The fact he was 4 years younger than me, at only 20, didn't seem as obvious as it did with every other guy his age. I began to look forward to Tuesdays and Thursdays as pottery days, or the days I would get to see Jay. I started carefully choosing the clothes I would wear to that class, to draw his attention to my tan legs with white jean shorts, or a long tank that cinched under the bust, pushing the rounded curves of my breasts to better view. One day as we were working on bowls in class, we started talking about drugs. I shared that I occasionally will smoke a joint, but have never been interested in doing more. Jay's face brightened considerably at this piece of knowledge, and he immediately invited me over after class to smoke me out. I paused just long enough to see the anticipation in his eyes before saying yes. Even then, I hardly thought anything would happen beyond some casual teasing. But that was before I got to his house... I parked in front of his rental; an adorable one story track home with a big porch and huge, curtained windows. Shifting my purse on my shoulder as I checked my lip gloss, I knocked. When the door opened, I was completely confused. It looked like Jay, but he changed into jeans and a zip up, and where was his little blonde goatee?!? I was suddenly not so sure this was Jay and just stared for a moment, confusion apparently evident on my face. "You must be Mia! I'm Jack, Jay's brother. He's in the back, come on in." A smile lit up Jack's familiar face, and I could tell they enjoy springing the fact they're twins on people. I could easily picture them waiting until the very last moment to share that piece of knowledge. Apparently they both share their mischievous nature as well as their tall physique and good bone structure. Looking at Jack's muscular ass under his jeans, I was suddenly very glad to have decided to come over. Jack didn't seem to be in any rush to tell his brother I was there, as he sat me down on their couch and offered me some water. We chatted for a bit; him informing me that he's been going to the local University studying business and loves the area. As I was letting him know about my own educational plans, Jay walked in to the room carrying a pipe, jar and a lighter. He chuckled when he saw me sitting on the couch with his brother, and said, "So I see you've met Jack. In case you didn't notice, we're twins." Jack stood up as Jay was talking, and they threw a well-defined arm around each other's shoulders as they stood in front of me, producing carbon-copy broad smiles. They were identical, except for Jay's pale blond goatee barely visible on his tanned chin. It was at that moment that I decided I wanted to fuck them both, and at the same time. No, not fuck... seduce. I wanted to enrapture these boys so completely they'd do anything to please me. I didn't want a double slam-bam thank you, ma'am, oh no. I wanted to enjoy it languorously, take in the glorious view of their double order of naked hot blond CA boy-ness with no chance of interruption. This would take planning. I teased them right back, saying, "Oh really? I didn't notice. I could see cousins, maybe brothers, but twins? Are you sure? Maybe your mom lied to make you feel special." Jack turned to Jay, lightly hitting him on the far shoulder with his free hand. "See, I told you I was older, bro! Like 9 months older! Mom just didn't want to have to throw anymore birthday parties." The boys separated and sat on each side of me on the couch, as Jay replied, "Yeah, that would explain why I always get the better presents, huh?" The whole night was like that, joke after joke, bowl after bowl, as we swapped stories of crazy parties, school and relationships. Jay had recently gotten out of a passionless relationship, and was glad to be single again. Jack was apparently dating a couple girls at the University, but was refusing to say he was actually committed to one. That was good enough for me. I wanted my twin playtoys, but I wasn't willing to break some poor girl's heart to do it. They never moved farther away from me on the couch, so I always felt one or both of their legs against my bare ones exposed in my dress, and our fingers had a tendency to linger as we passed the pipe and lighter. As I left that night, they both got up to hug me goodbye; Jack coming forward first. I reached up on my toes to be able to wrap my arms around his neck, slightly arching my back into his chest. I'm sure he could feel the softness of my breasts against him, and his hands tightened momentarily around my small waist. Jay's hug was similarly teasing, but I'm guessing he was watching and wanted more, because he lifted me off the ground, causing a squeak to escape my lungs. He bent his head to my neck and I could feel him breathing in, taking in the scent of my skin. Acting like nothing had happened, I casually picked up my purse and walked out, knowing they were both watching the swing of my small round ass under my short pink cotton dress. I was so turned on by the time I left, I couldn't even wait to get home to start touching myself. I took the subway home, and thankfully my car was mostly deserted. I threw my sweater over my legs, and leaned against the window with my eyes closed and my hair across my face, with one leg tucked under me to have better access. After I was confident the one old couple at the other end weren't going to turn around, I slowly started tracing over the outside of my panties, feeling the swollen lips of my pussy pressed against the thin fabric. I needed to visit my waxer, but there was only a little stubble on my full lips, making it easy for my wetness to spread. I lightly dragged my long finger nails over where my clit was, protected by my lips, but it still made me shudder. I could feel my nipples getting hard in the cool air, pushing against the silky fabric of my bra. They'd most likely be visible if anyone was looking through the thin cotton dress. I had planned on that this morning when I got dressed, as an extra tease for Jay. My nipples have always been sensitive, and one of the first places to show that I'm turned on. The cheerful *bing!* of the subway alerted me to the fact we were at a stop, one a couple before mine, and people were probably about to get on. I stopped moving and slitted my eyes, but to my pleasure, only one person got on my car, and the older couple got off! Even better, the new arrival was a distinguished looking business man in a charcoal suit and light gray button up, carrying a quality leather briefcase. His eyes scanned the almost-empty car, and surprise, surprise, he chose a seat across the aisle and one up from me, a perfect vantage point. His steely gaze swept my mostly covered face, down my breasts with prominently hard nipples, all the way down to my exposed calf peeking out from under my sweater, as he settled in to the seat. He pulled out a newspaper, but I could feel his eyes on me over it. It was just a prop to disguise his voyeurism. Well, I was planning on waiting until I got home to really get myself off, but I could hardly pass this kind of opportunity, given how turned on I was already. I generally go for older men, and this one was the type that was used to having beautiful women, but probably not as young as me anymore. I decided to make our rides home more interesting for the both of us. As the subway started I lifted one hand and started tracing my collarbone and neck line, almost absentmindedly. A discrete peek assured me that Mr. Suit was watching my every move. My fingers started drifting down to the neckline of my dress and the tops of my breasts. I love my sensitive tits. I developed early, so I've always gotten attention for my chest, even after I grew in to it. My 36C's perfectly fit my tall frame without overpowering me, and they sit as round and high on my chest as they did in high school (and even middle school). The draped neckline was very obliging about folding to expose the nude lace edge of my bra as I just barely slid the tips of my fingers under. Risking another peek, I see Mr Suit's newspaper has drifted down as he focuses on my fingers. I was feeling daring and flushed with sexual heat, and I wanted to take this further. I shifted my legs towards the aisle, and my sweater slipped down a few inches. It was still covering most of my legs, but I could feel the air conditioner on the exposed gap on my thighs as I still dreamily stroked the tops of my tits. I'm sure he could have seen the edge of my dress, and my sheer white panties underneath. 'Can he even see my wetness? Am I wet enough for him to see it yet?' I wondered feverishly. I wanted him to know I'm wet, that I was getting off on this. *Bing!* The subway was at the next stop. I froze and heard Mr Suit abruptly bring his newspaper back up to reading level. I sneaked a glance, and hallelujah, no one else got on. One more stop before mine. Abandoning my tits, my hand drifted down to my panties again. I took just one finger and drew it slowly up my pussy lips, stopping and tapping where my clit is. I repeated this several times before slitting my eyes to see Mr Suit- his body was almost entirely turned towards me, as his eyes feasted on the sight before him. I could see a bulge forming in his tailored slacks, which turned me on even more. I was getting so wet, he had to be able to see it now. I could feel the moisture through my panties, cooling as the AC blew like a teasing lovers breath on my hot pussy. I started playing with the edge of my panties, deceptively plain edged with delicate lace. My fingers started running up and down the crease between my thigh and my pussy on each side, bringing my thighs wider and wider apart. *Bing!* Again I stopped, but didn't draw my legs together. I was too hot, too turned on by exposing myself to this perfect stranger to want it to stop even if the Mormon Tabernacle Choir got on. Luck was with me; no one got on. As the subway started moving again, I looked and saw that Mr Suit has abandoned all pretense of reading his newspaper and was just blatantly watching me. For the first time, we made eye contact. No pretenses for me anymore either, he knew I was doing this intentionally: exposing myself to a stranger. I held his eyes, seeing the burn of desire in their dark blue depths, before he dragged his gaze down my body, resting on my exposed panties, a silent plea to continue. My fingers resumed their teasing. After a few more passes, I took my middle finger and slid it up into my panties from the side. Dipping into my soaking hole, I dragged the finger up, parting my slick pussy lips until I rest on my clit. At least one of my lips was visible as I started rubbing in little circles around my clit, smearing the wetness around. I heard an almost inaudible moan from Mr Suit, and when I looked, I saw him rubbing, then shifting upward, the hard-on in his slacks. I took two fingers now and slipped them in to my cunt, which tightened around the sought-after penetration. I slid them out and back up to my clit, knowing that now my wet fuck-hole was visible to my one person audience. I was so turned on, I couldn't hold back any more and started rapidly rubbing my clit in circles, and tapping on it, desperate to cum before I had to leave. Maybe it was the extended teasing session with Jay and Jack, combined with having it been too long since I've had a good fucking, AND my sexy stranger watching me, but it didn't seem to take long at all before I was right there. Unable to maintain my silence, little moans escaped my bit lips and I rubbed faster and faster, feeling the tension tighten in my core, then explode throughout my body in waves of heat and release that echoed to my tips. I kept playing with myself for almost a minute as my orgasm slowly subsided, twitching uncontrollably. *Bing!* Oh shit, my stop! I opened my eyes, swooped up my sweater and purse, and walked past Mr Suit to the doors. His blue eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head, and his cock like it was about to bust a hole through his expensive pants. I hoped for his sake he had a wife or girlfriend to take care of that for him when he got home. "Have a good night..." I drawled with a wink to him as I passed. But now that I had some of my sexual tension released, I could start to think about how I wanted to seduce and train my twin boytoys. This was going to be fun... ************************* Hope you enjoyed the first installment. If you did, please vote and/or leave a comment! I love to hear from readers. Your titillation is why I write. Thank you, Your Naughty Loveling A Matched Set of Boytoys Ch. 02 After meeting Jay and Jack, hottie twin brothers from Southern California, I began working on my plan to intensify the existing sexual tension to an unbearable level for all involved. The idea of my matched set of boytoys took over my fantasy life; distracting me- be it at school, while I was driving or as I ran errands. I'd be waiting in the checkout line at the grocery store, and would look up to see the dowdy teenage checker girl's image replaced by Jay; wearing just a grocery store vest and that infectious smile. I could almost feel Jack coming up from behind me, sweeping my veggies and cereal off the conveyor belt and bending me over. I was so distracted by my mental image that the checker girl had to tell me 3 times to hit the confirm button on the credit card machine before she finally penetrated the haze. I wanted, no needed, them both, and thus the plan was put in to motion. I am a very easy going person; no drama and a quick wit. Combine that with a serious desire to please, tease and ultimately satisfy, and those poor boys never had a chance (I'm also quite modest, didn't you notice?). I started coming over to Jay and Jack's after ceramics class, generally toting some delicious baked treat, tasty beverage, or just some quality marijuana. We'd all pile on the couch together, smoking and watching weird internet videos and just generally laughing our asses off. I shared my talent for massages one day when Jack was complaining of a strained neck and from there on out, one of boys would inevitably beg for a neck, shoulder or back massage. Of course, I did not mind obliging. I do love giving massages, and it was a great way to show the boys how incredible I could make them feel, even with all of their clothes on. The recipient would sit on the ground, settling back between my legs as I worked on his neck while continuing whatever discussion we had going at the time. I would skilfully warm the muscles, and then build to deeper, more satisfying pressure. Time and time again a twin would moan low in the back of his throat as I found a particularly tense knot and deftly released it. The brother not receiving the massage would invariably take this time as an opportunity to scoot closer to me; brush the hair behind my ear, or just lean against me. Anything to increase the physical contact. Whenever one of the twins suggested I get a massage though, I demurred. I wanted to keep them uncertain about how far this would go. The weather was still warm, so I could get away with skirts, tank tops, and shorts. I left as much skin exposed as I could without crossing the line to blatantly slutty. I did not want the boys to think that they could just use me like the average college slut. I wanted more. However, the more bare skin available was also more skin they could touch and view, casually or 'accidentally'. My legs were always shaved and moisturized to a supple smoothness, maximizing the feel of their skin against mine, and I always pretended not to notice their gaze wandering down to the rise of my cleavage. Our topics of conversation were varied and without restriction. When the conversation would fall into a lull, I would turn to one of the twins and demand, "Ask me something! Anything." After answering, I'd make them answer their own question, and then ask my own. At first, they were hesitant about some topics, but we gradually broke down the normal social barriers, and talked about religion, politics, family problems, and of course, sex. The sex conversations were always most interesting when someone was getting a massage. I use my hands when I talk to punctuate what I'm saying, and speaking while giving a massage was no different. If it was an intense story, my massage would become deeper, targeting the muscles that needed the most pressure. If it was playful, my hands would switch it up, from massaging to dragging my nails lightly over the recipient's skin, to light tapping motions with just my fingertips. When I wanted a break, I would run my fingers through his hair, massaging the scalp or delicately scratching his head almost as if I forgot I was doing it. I felt the little hitches in breathing rhythm as I shifted technique, so I knew that the physical element to the already sexually charged conversations was heightening the experience. It was Jay who removed the first piece of clothing. It was almost midnight, close to the time I normally left, and Jay had just settled in to get a massage. He was about to lean back into the couch (and between my legs), when he suddenly straightened and sat up. "Uh, Mia, do you mind getting my lower back? I passed out on the couch last night and it's been bothering me all day. I have some of that warming lotion stuff." He didn't even look at me while he asked, as if he was afraid I was just going to laugh. "Sure Jay, not a problem. You know I don't mind giving you guys massages, especially if you're in pain." I replied, secretly rejoicing. All was going to plan. I wanted them to be unsure whether I would actually go through with anything right up until the last moment. Jay's hesitance about suggesting this progression told me we were right on track. As Jay left the room, I looked over to Jack, who waggled his blond eyebrows at me suggestively. I laughed and pushed the clean-shaven twin, who just leaned in to it, pushing against me. Jay walked back in to the room carrying the bottle of lotion, and handed it to me with the briefest electrical shock of eye contact, before shucking off his shirt and plopping down between my legs again. I can still picture the wide, muscled expanse of his tanned back fully exposed to me for the first time. I've always had a weakness for nice backs, and this one was the nicest I'd ever seen on a 20 year old. Years of playing waterpolo and surfing in Southern California with his brother had given him large shoulders and a well defined, tapering back. Reminding myself that there were TWO of these sexy, sexy backs for me made my pussy tighten. Jack continued his story, about a particularly hot art teacher him and Jay had in high school. Just as I guessed, they used their identical looks to cause no end of mischief, including constantly getting this poor young teacher so confused about who was doing what piece of (very similar) art that she just ended up giving them both A's even though each only did half the work. The other half of the time was spent ogling the teacher, who Jack described as having, "an ass for the decades." As Jack shared, I was wholly absorbed in the beautiful vista of flesh in front of me. I poured a generous amount of lotion into my hands, rubbing them together to warm the still-cool lotion. I started in the middle of his back, running my hands up and down on each side of his spine, feeling for the tense spots. Jay let out a low rush of air as my hands glided over his skin, gradually working to the small of his back. I had to lean forward to do so, and I knew my shirt was riding up in the back, exposing the small of my own back to Jack. I glanced to the side and sure enough, his eyes were focused on the curve of my spine, tracing down to the top of my ass. A pause developed, and lengthened, as I rubbed Jay and Jack watched me. Speaking in a low voice, I started sharing about a hot teacher I had, one of my first ever college professors. It was sociology, and he always seemed to spend a lot of time talking about dating and mating habit for different cultures. The class was full of hot chicks that hung on his ever word, hoping that the reason he was giving us such graphic details about Mogwai mating rituals was because he planned on having a hands-on final. I had a hard time believing Jay heard anything about my story. From what I could see of his face, he was in bliss. From what I could see from the bulge in his pants, he was in agony. Jack reached out, and with the lightest touch, began tracing patterns on my lower back with his fingertips. I kept talking, just to keep sounds in the room. The cd had stopped a while ago, and if I stopped talking, it would be glaringly obvious that we three were just sitting in a room, touching each other to make each other feel good. I didn't want to give them that upper hand just yet. As I felt my words drying up and my panties getting wetter, I knew we were done for the night. It was time to bring out the big guns. Rubbing in the last of the lotion in to Jay's back, I sat back and said, "Ok guys, I better get home before I get any more sleepy!" The boys groaned theatrically, but I continued, "I don't want to drive when I'm tired. But I wanted to know what you guys are doing this Friday night. I have to develop a 3 course meal for food preparation class, and I wanted to try it out on you guys. Whaddya think?" "Hmm, a beautiful woman coming over to make us a tasty meal? Well Jay, do you think we can deal with the stress?" Jack queried his twin, stroking his chin as if seriously considering declining. "I don't know Jack, we were supposed to work on homework and eat leftovers, but I guess we can deal with this instead," Jay responded, laying his head back in my lap to look at his brother. "Aww, you guys are so sweet to make such sacrifices for me. I don't know how I can ever repay you," I quipped back, laying my hand on the side of Jay's face in a pleading manner. "But I really should go. G'night guys!" Jay reluctantly moved to allow me to get up, and both of the boys stood to hug me goodbye. Our hugs had progressively gotten more intimate, lasting quite a bit longer than hugs between friends normally do. Jack got to me first, swooping me up in his strong arms so I was pressed full length against him while I squeaked with surprise. He lowered me down gently, laughing at my girlish sounds. Jay stepped up and caught my face, looking me in the eye as he said, "Thank you so much for getting my lower back. I didn't know how I was going to sleep with it hurting like that." I smiled back at him and he slid his hands around my waist, with several fingers resting on bare skin; holding me close. I could feel the length and heat of his hard-on pressed against my stomach as I breathed in his scent. "Alrighty guys, I will see you Friday then! Oh, and I would appreciate having some clean pots and pans to cook with when I come over by the way. Have a good night!" I called cheerily as I walked out. As I reached the sidewalk, I looked and saw both boys, side by side silhouetted against the window curtains, watching me leave. __________________________________________________ The dinner went exactly as planned. I did most of the prep work before I came over, so I was able to spend a good amount of time talking, teasing, and laughing with the boys. I wore my little yellow jean shorts and a short sleeved white button up with a deep V front. Over this I wore my favorite vintage-looking red and yellow apron and my yellow wedges to finish the look. My hair was worn in a casual curly ponytail that laid on my left shoulder, out of the way while I cooked. The boys stayed with me in the kitchen, keeping me company and getting in my way. The seemed quite skilled at being right in the place where I needed to be, so I had to squeeze by them, brushing my ass against their pants or leaning in to a twin while I stirred. They also playfully competed to see who could be more helpful, and as a result, dinner was done in record time. For our appetizer, we had classic Italian bruschetta, and I opened a bottle of creamy and rich chardonnay to pair it with. I let the boys finish most of the first bottle. I wanted their inhibitions lowered enough to make a difference, and they needed to relax. For the main course I unveiled a beautifully honey glazed lemon roast chicken and opened a new bottle of a choice syrah, which I definitely took part of. For dessert, I made a decadent dark chocolate mousse and sprinkled it with some fresh blueberries and served it with a small bottle of my favorite moscato. As we sat there, scraping the last of the delicious mousse from the bowls, I sensed the twins were inebriated and horny enough to be honest. Time to take this to another level. Picking up my wine glass with one hand, I asked casually, "So I was always curious, do guys fantasize the same way that girls do?" "I know we sure as hell fantasize, but what do you mean... the same way?" Jack answered, a slight blush showing on his tanned face. I wondered exactly what recent fantasy Jack was thinking about that made him blush; my outgoing, unflappable Jack. "Well, girls are all about the set up. They can picture exact scenarios, down to little details, and it's more about the tease. I know I spend way more time then I should, lost in my own sexual fantasies!" I laughed, keeping my tone casual. "But seriously, do you guys have the same kind of elaborate set ups and scenarios, or do you just imagine some hole your pounding in to?" I finished with an entirely unnecessary hand gesture to punctuate the pounding idea, eliciting laughter around the table. "Oh yeah, sure," Jay replied. "I don't think we're as detailed as you ladies, but we do have our own little scenes we'd like to play out." "Well, what's your most common one? You don't have to share, if you don't want to," I said coyly, although I had little doubt they would share their dick size in inches if I asked them to. Jack and Jay looked at each other, then after a pause Jack spoke up. "I think we both agree that one of our favorites is to see a girl get off for us. Our girlfriends have always been so shy about that, like they didn't want to admit they get themselves off too. It's bullshit," Jack finished, a mite bitterly, as if this particular dream had been shot down again and again. "That's just plain silly. You probably walked in on a girlfriend getting herself off before and you didn't even know it. That's one nice thing about being a girl, there's nothing to hide! I can just say, 'Oh, my thong was riding up sooo bad!' and you would never know the difference," I said with a wink. Jack and Jay looked absolutely stricken at this idea, and I couldn't help but giggle. Why any woman wouldn't want to get off for one (or both) of these hotties was completely beyond me. They were probably just too shy, or thought their pussy was funny looking or something. Poor girls. But all the better for me! Now if only one of them would... "What about you Mia, what's one of your fantasies?" Jack asked, gripping the wine glass tightly and he stared me down with those beautiful sea-green eyes. Yes, yes! Good job Jack, I knew I could count on you and your inability to keep your mouth shut. "Hmmm...." I said, tapping my dessert spoon to my lips as I pretended to contemplate. "I guess I've always wanted to experience dual erotic massage, being held down and teased like that. It's the element of vulnerability that makes it so hot. However, I've never felt that comfortable enough with two people at the same time, let alone THEM actually getting along. It would take a lot of trust, ya know? Especially as a woman, there are so few guys I feel like I can actually trust... So unfortunately, it'll probably just remain a fantasy." Finishing my little speech, I got up and picked up my dessert dish. Sure enough, I could count on Jay to jump on the opportunity. "You know you can trust us though, right Mia?" I flicked my eyes to their pants as I walked slowly around the table, picking up dessert dishes and keeping my face solemn. The laughter was gone from the room and everything seemed deathly serious. I could see both of their cocks lengthening against their thighs, and I give a little anticipatory shiver. I've seen them hard before from our little talks, but knowing I was soon going to be seeing them, tasting them, being fucked by them, brought fresh warmth to my pussy. Coming around the small round table, I came in between them to pick up their dishes, smeared with a few remnants of the chocolate mousse. I leaned in, piling the last of the dessert dishes in the center of the table with a generous, and wholly unnecessary, bend at the hip, then turn around, barely sitting on the edge of the table. The boys sat with their knees angled towards me, exposed from the table. Eyeing first Jay, then Jack, I replied in all seriousness, "To all my knowledge, my trust in you has always been repaid. But it's so different when you're naked, don't you think? If you had me pinned underneath you in just some little panties, it would be hard just to tease, to stop at just a massage, right? Not that I doubt you'd stop, mind you. And of course, you'd have to deal with your brother being there," I said as I gestured to each twin. "You might not like what you see; get angry at each other." As I finished my little speech with downcast eyes, I slid my ass off the table and settled on Jay's lap, my back still against the table. This time, it's Jack that responded, leaning forward with a brightness in his eyes. "You don't know the bond of twins, Mia. We've never kept things from each other, so jealousy never came up between us. You're underestimating us." After a brief delay, Jay's hand has came to the small of my back and lightly settled there, and then started stroking the soft skin at the base of my spine. Soft electric jolts were making my breathing tighten, and I had to remind myself to focus and put on a slightly disbelieving tone. "So does that mean you imagine you're up to the challenge of giving me my ideal dual massage? You really think you guys can satisfy my desire?" I leaned forward, challengingly closer to Jack's face while exposing more of my back into Jay's hand. I knew they're thinking of my other desires they'd want to satisfy, but they definitely don't just get to jump to the whole pie. Just like our meal, you have to start with appetizers before you indulge completely on the good stuff. "You should just let us show you. That way you don't have to take our word for it." Jack said quietly. The brightness in his eyes turned to a slow burn. I felt myself getting the first hints of moisture on my pussy lips as Jack slowly slid his fingers higher and higher up my back. Jay continued, "Yeah. Come lay down on my bed and we'll show you. Anytime you want us to, you just say stop. You deserve to be spoiled after that amazing dinner." I nibbled on my lower lip, acting like I was considering their offer. After an achingly long pause, I replied, "Ok. I will give you guys a trial run. At the least, I can give you guys some pointers, so you know how to spoil the next lucky girl who needs a massage. Now, don't think I'll take it easy on you, just 'cause you're cute! I want a real massage." I mocked sternly, as I popped back up on my feet, untying my apron and tossing it on the table before heading out of the kitchen. Jay and Jack laughed as they followed me down the hall to Jay's room. "Oh, we'd never think you'd take it easy on us, Mia." _________________________________________________ Jay's room was surprisingly clean, which confirmed my suspicions that he was planning on getting me back here one way or another. Jack slipped back to his room to grab some normal lotion, as I kicked off my shoes and turned to Jay, walking up so I was merely inches away from his chest, looking upward. "Mmm, it will be nice to be the one getting a massage for once," I said, taking a finger and running it up Jay's chest, over his turquoise t-shirt that intensified the color of his eyes. "I'm so used to be the one spoiling you guys!" "All the more reason why you need one," Jay replied, sliding the tip of his tongue over his lower lip as he watched me. Without warning, he reached down, picked me up, and threw me on his extra large, California king sized bed. As I squeaked in surprise, Jay laughed and said, "Now get ready to be spoiled, woman." A Matched Set of Boytoys Ch. 02 "Mmm, ok, I can deal with that," I said, sitting up to watch him as Jack walked back in the room, lotion in his hand. "Well, since I'm getting the full lotion treatment, I guess I better take my shirt off, huh?" "Probably," Jack responded as he walked up next to Jay, throwing his arm around him so they stood in front of me. "Sorry lady, we don't do laundry, only massages. Laundry is the house next door." "Oh really," I teased as I started slowly undoing each of the pearly buttons on my shirt. "Well I guess I can't expect you guys to be talented at everything. Just the important things." Each button was coming undone with agonizing slowness as they watched me, riveted in to silence. I could see their twitching cocks inside of their jeans as more of the curves of my cleavage was exposed, then my white lace bra, to my tanned belly with my belly button ring winking out at them. I left my bra on for the moment, wanting to get one of the boys to undo it later. Sliding the shirt off my shoulders, I rolled in to the middle of the bed and situated myself on my stomach. Showtime. "Alrighty, ready!" The bed creaked as the twins climbed on, but as they positioned themselves on each side of me, I suddenly sat up. "Wait wait wait, this isn't fair! How come I'm the only half naked one? This is supposed to be MY fantasy, off with those shirts boys!" Jay and Jack looked at each other over me and grinned those lazy, broad, identical smiles, and without another word, stripped off their t-shirts. Taking in a nice long look at their defined and tanned chests in duo above me, I laid back down, wiggling around to make myself more comfortable. I had my head turned towards the door, laying on Jay's pillow, which was predictably covered in a white and blue cotton stripe, matching the denim-colored comforter. I closed my eyes in anticipation while I heard Jay's bed groan in protest as the boys climbed on. Jay climbed over me, positioning himself near my head and shoulders, while Jack stayed on his side of the bed and centered himself around my legs. I could hear the lotion being dispensed, and thankfully, then being warmed between their hands. I didn't even breathe as I waited for them to touch me. I kept my eyes closed, but could picture them, at each end of me, their eyes locked on their mirror image as they asked each other silently, how far will this go? After a moment that seemed pregnant with possibilities, I felt their hands lower on to me in tandem; Jack starting on my nearest calf, Jay smoothing still-cool lotion on my shoulders. I had to bite my lower lip to keep from moaning out loud at their first touch. Showing too much enthusiasm at first would let them know I was enjoying this too much, possibly causing a shift in the power in the room. I couldn't have that, not yet. Oh god, I thought slightly deliriously, they are both touching me; at once. They are both trying to make me feel good; at the same time... it feels amazing. And it did. The heady power of having these two strong, sexy as hell young men at my beck and call was almost as much of a turn-on as actually having their hands on me. Their hands grew more confident and assured in their strokes, as they loosened tight muscles in my neck and calf, respectively. The lotion had a faint, almost minty scent that added a little extra tingle to my already sensitized skin. "Mmmm, so far so good guys, I must say..." I commended Jay and Jack, my voice muffled from the pillow. I settled deeper into the soft comforter as their strong hands moulded my muscles in to quiescence. I really was faintly surprised by their proficiency with massage. Most guys half-heartedly push muscles around until they figured they had done enough work to justify a blowjob or similar reward. "Oh, we're just getting started, Mia. Between water polo, track, and of course being our reckless selves, we had plenty of opportunities to experience therapeutic massage," Jack informed me as he showed off his expertise. "Yeah, it helped that the physical therapist was this smokin' redhead with legs for days. We maaay have over-exaggerated a few minor injuries, but the after session massages were worth it. Dad never seemed to mind driving us to those appointments, for some reason." Jay threw in, and I giggled into the pillow. "Well, it seems like you guys were able to concentrate on technique at least a little as you were trying to look up her skirt. Once my muscles are warmed up, you guys don't have to worry about using too much force. I looove deep massages," I informed them. Double entendres aside, I was being honest and was looking forward to them using their considerable arm muscles to loosen my more stubborn knots. Casual chatter continued as the boys progressed with the massage. Jay worked my back and shoulders into submission, as Jack loosened my carefully shaved and tanned legs with deep, powerful strokes. I would focus on one part of my body for a minute, then something the other twin would do would call my attention. Jay slid his fingers underneath the shoulder straps of my bra, sliding them off of my shoulders so gradually I didn't even notice until they were on the very edge of my shoulder. Right as I was about to say something chiding his assumption, Jack's hands started working on the backs of my thighs. A soft moan escaped my lips involuntarily. Damn, this felt good. I had gotten waxed the day before in preparation, and I could feel the first droplets of wetness sliding over the silky smooth lips. Having a freshly waxed pussy always seems to make it even easier to get soaking wet, but it may just be that it's so much easier to feel without any hair absorbing it. The enticing feeling of two sets of hands on me at once was just compounding this effect, and I didn't imagine it would take long to have my white lace panties soaked. "Mmm, what was that, Mia?" Jay teased, leaning over my prone body, so I could feel his warm breath against my ear. "Are we doing ok? I thought you were going to give us some pointers on how to really please a woman. What happened to those?" Smart-asses. "You guys are doing pretty good, for amateurs. You could try varying the pressure a little more. As much as I love it when you guys get really deep like that... " I interrupted myself with a little moan as they simultaneously found knots--Jay's behind my shoulder blade and Jack's at the top of the back of my thigh--and dug in to release them. "Uhhh I mean, that feels amazing, but change it up once in a while and switch to super-light, feathery touches. When you barely skim the surface of the skin, it makes everything feel more sensitive. It's also a good break for your arm and hand muscles. Mmmm, yes, that's perfect..." I trailed off as they both took my advice, using the very tips of their fingers to carefully trace the curves of my exposed body. Jack had started back at my ankles, delicately stroking upwards, following the natural line of the muscles in my calves to the hollow behind my knees, sliding all the way up my thighs to the edge of my shorts, sitting just below the curve of my ass. I could feel his fingertips swirling over the skin at the top of the thigh, lingering there, until suddenly, and disappointingly, he returned to my other ankle to repeat the process. Unconsciously, I relaxed my legs even farther apart in a silent plea for more. Jay had started with running his fingertips at the tips of my shoulders, gliding upwards to the sensitive curves of my neck, causing a shiver to run through my body. He delicately traced my exposed ear before returning to the base of my neck, then spread out his fingertips to cover the whole of my shoulder blades at once in his large hands. As they slid down, they stopped at the lacy barrier of the back of my bra. He paused for a moment, then leaned back over me, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off his shirtless torso above me. "Can I get this for you?" Jay murmured to me, anticipation thick in his voice. I just gave a brief, quick little nod, and before the motion was even completed, his fingers were deftly undoing the single hook on my bra. He parted the now-undone straps, laying them on each side of me. Jay did not immediately return to touching me, and I peeked to see him take a deep breath as he enjoyed the sight of my half naked body lying before him, before returning to his enjoyable task. Jack had made his way back up my legs again by this time, and was repeating the swirls at the top. However, now his fingers were dipping in between my legs, where his feather light touches were sending mini shock waves of pleasure straight to my puss. He traced around the edge of my shorts, as far as he could reach around on each leg, before stroking down to my knee and working his way back up again. Jay's hands wandered down to my sides, tracing my ribs and barely brushing the pushed out side of my tits exposed on each side, and then would stroke the full length of my back, pushing my shorts down a little to reach the small of my back. I'm sure this exposed the back of my white panties; highlighted against my tanned skin, but I had no desire to tug my shorts back up to their original position. It seemed that my shorts were somehow getting smaller, as Jay pushed them down, and Jack slowly scooted them up, until they barely covered more than my panties. I honestly couldn't tell you how long I laid there as my twins massaged away one kind of tension while causing another to build to almost unbearable levels. It didn't take long for my wetness to reach torturous levels though, and I had a hard time not shifting side to side to rub my pussy lips together to get some kind of contact. I was no longer sure of how far I was going to let this go tonight. My self control was melting away, and dripping onto my panties. All pretense of casual conversation had been dropped, and the only noises that could be heard were the cars driving by outside and my own whimpers of pleasure and anticipation. Gradually, their hands slowed, and then came to a stop. I assumed the twins must have looked at each other and communicated something silently, because the next thing I knew, Jay once again lowered his mouth to my ear and spoke softly. "What about our fantasy?" he asked, his voice low and husky. I popped up on one elbow, twisting my torso to look him in the eye. I could see the sexual heat in his face, and without looking at his shorts I knew he was hard. For a moment I felt a thrill of fear as I looked at his hulking shoulders that could pin me to his bed with no problem, let alone with his brother's help. It would be wiser to not tempt their self control any more than I already was. "Ok... But I am leaving right after, and you have to do what I say." My voice was quiet, and I felt like I was pleading more than informing them of a decision I made. "As long as we get to watch, sounds fair to us," Jack replied quickly. I twisted the other way to look at that twin, and saw the same look of barely restrained passion on his handsome face. Fuck. I would have to play this very carefully, to give them what they wanted without inflaming them to the point of no return. "Well, since there are two of you, why doesn't Jay sit right behind me, and I'll lean in to your chest. Jack, you can stay there, between my legs. Remember, you guys said your fantasy was to watch, so keep out of my panties, ok?" I tried to sound more business-like, in an attempt to regain control of the situation and not let on how turned on I was, but I don't think it worked. The twins merely exchanged another look that was full of information I was not privy to, and maneuvered in to position. I flipped over carefully, keeping my un-done bra pressed to my chest, but the lacy demi-cups were only held to my breasts by inertia. I had a feeling they wouldn't remain like that for long. Jay slid his leg behind me, then pulled me in to him, so my bare back was pressed against the smooth, hot expanse of his chest. Jack rolled on to his side, laying at a diagonal in between my legs, and was just about to lay his head on my calf before when he looked up at my shorts in consternation. "Woah woah woah! This isn't fair," he said, in faintly mocking echo of my earlier cry. "This is OUR fantasy, and it's kind of hard to watch through shorts. Those gotta go." Before I even had a chance to respond, Jay had slid his arms in to the gap between my arms and body, and laced his fingers together behind me while Jack reached up and easily undid the single button on my shorts. Still unsure what was happening, I squeaked as Jay raised up his arms, lifting my ass off of the bed, clearing the way for Jack to pull off my shorts down in one fluid motion. Suddenly I was clad only in my lace panties and my mostly removed bra, with my arms still pinned to my side. The realization that I was not in control of this situation did nothing to abate the throbbing in my panties as Jay carefully lowered me back to the bed. "Mmmm, that's better," Jay murmured in to my ear, then gave a quick little nip to my ear lobe. "Now go ahead, we're waiting. Don't worry, we'll behave... mostly. Now get to work." I tried to take a deep breath to steady myself, but I was incapable of getting more than a shallow gulp of air. I decided just to close my eyes and do my best to forget they were even there. Not likely, with my back pressed in to the broad, hot expanse of Jay's chest behind me, and feeling Jack's breath tease along the skin of my leg. Even though I was undoubtedly wet enough to dive in to my panties right away, I didn't want to give the boys the satisfaction of knowing they had that much effect on me. Closing my eyes and letting my head fall to the right, I started gliding my fingertips over the curve of my neck. The soft pads of my fingers lead a winding trail over my cleavage, and around the exposed sides of my breasts, opened to touch and sight from the constraints of my bra. Involving my other hand now, they stroked in tandem the plump and silky smooth skin on the outer and undersides of my tits. Carefully, I slipped my two first fingers under the barely hanging-on bra, and slightly squeezed my nipples. I was so caught up in accelerating my own desire, I was startled to hear Jack's voice. "As awesome as this is, I don't know if it counts. What do you think, Jay?" My eyes flew open in a startled and indignant flash. What did they mean? I was touching myself, wasn't I? "Hmm, I think your right, bro. After all, we're shirtless. We can't even see what she's doing under there." Jay replied, with a teasing and husky tone. As I shifted to make eye contact with the more outgoing twin between my legs, Jack reached up, and hooked a thumb under the center of my bra. The tiniest effort on his part sent my lacy bra shooting behind him to land somewhere on the floor, and me, clad only in my little, soaked panties, and my hands covering my tits. "Just relax, Mia." Jay continued, "After all, you did only tell us to stay out of those panties, right?" They were right. I set myself up for that one. The feeling of Jay's words, teasing over the sensitive skin of my neck, gave me shivers. I could feel his hard on growing and pulsing against my back, and a glance downward assured me that Jack was in a similar condition. I willed myself to forget my audience and concentrate on how I felt. I began to touch myself again, my nipples becoming even tighter in the exposed air. I played with them carefully, with the exact combination of twists, pinches, and flicks that gave me the most pleasure. Intermittently, I'd stroke the heavy underside of my tits before returning to my now-aching nipples. God, I wanted to feel a mouth, no, two mouths on them, sucking and nibbling in tandem. My left hand still touching myself, I allowed my right hand to meander down my ribcage and stomach, playing with the soft, barely visible curve of my belly, before tracing the spreading width of my hips. As my fingers touched the edge of my panties sitting right below my hip bones, I could feel Jay's breath catch. Rather than immediately delve in to depths of my panties as I wanted to, I allowed myself to trace my pussy lips through the lacy fabric. Between my legs, I felt Jack shift, and bring himself closer to my mound. I know felt his breath on my inner thigh, and more disquieting was his fingers, which started to again languorously trace the line of my calf. As if by an unspoken agreement, I felt Jay's hands on my sides, gliding up from my waist, over my ribs, and along the sides of my now-neglected tits. "We're still not in your panties, Mia..." Jay reminded me quietly, and I whimpered an affirmative response. Made bolder through my acquiescence, the boys increased their assault. Jack moved to teasing my inner thighs, very close to where my own fingers tapped lightly against my pussy lips. I gave a deep sigh as I felt Jay's hands start to stroke the underside of my tits, then oh so slowly progressed to my aching nipples. Jay had obviously been observing what I used to pleasure myself, because he began recreating the combination of touches I was just using. I shuddered as the intensity of sensations I was feeling magnified a hundred fold by having the twins take an active part. I couldn't delay it any longer, and slipped my right hand in the top of my tiny panties. My left hand had fallen to the side, and lay on Jay's thigh, occasionally tightening to grip the muscle underneath. My pussy felt wonderfully smooth and very wet as I slid my fingers down over my lips, then easily split the swollen flesh to slip inside. Oh god, I was so soaked and hot. The time on the train with the stranger was nothing compared to how turned on I was now. Jay's pinches grew firmer, and he occasionally cupped the whole of my breast in each large hand, feeling the hard nipples press in to his palms. As I had touched myself, my knees became more bent, exposing more skin to Jack. By then, he was running his fingers over the curve of my ass that was now exposed, and sliding his fingers up to the bottom of my panty-covered mound. After sliding my fingers up and down the length of my inner pussy lips a few times to get my fingers good and wet, I brought them up to my clit. I have always been extremely sensitive, and can rarely stand direct pressure right on my clit, so I started with some lazy circles, wide around my actual clit. I moaned uncontrollably, and arched my back in to Jay, as he gave my nipples a twist and brought his lips to my ear. "That's good Mia, keep playing with the little clit for us," he directed me, following this with several little kisses and nips on my neck. Jack contributed by playing with the crease where my thighs met my pussy, his fingers "accidentally" brushing over my swollen lips. Mmm, the way they were talking to me just turned me on even more, making me even more desperate to cum. "Yeah, don't stop yet, we're gonna watch you cum so hard for us," Jack added, leaning forward on his elbows, adding the dimension of his hot breath to my already sensitized pussy. I started rubbing faster, making the circles smaller and smaller. My breath was coming in shorter and shorter gasps, and my arching back was bringing me to be lying diagonally across Jay's chest, with his right arm mostly supporting my upper torso. It didn't take Jay long to realize what this new position gave him an opening to do, and before I realized it, my left nipple was sucked into the greedy opening of his mouth. I cried out in pleasure, arching in to him. Jack didn't waste any time in using my obvious distraction to his advantage. As I desperately rubbed my clit, he deftly slid two fingers under the gusset of my panties and directly on to my pussy lips. This overload of sensation was incredible! So many different touches... I felt an unbearable tension building in me and knew I was close. A Matched Set of Boytoys Ch. 02 "Oh god, I'm going to cum," I managed to gasp out. Jack unerringly slid his fingers directly into the soaking hole of my cunt, while Jay bit on my nipple while pinching the other brutally. What I had felt before was nothing compared to this new, overwhelming rush as I was stimulated so deftly. With a high, keening cry, I came in the arms of my twin boytoys, a great, racking orgasm that made my body shake from head to toe. I laid there for a while, not wanting to return to reality. Slowly my breathing regained its normal cadence, and I was aware of the twins looking at each other. Still cupping my breasts, Jay whispered to me, "That was beautiful, Mia. But you should go now, or I don't think we'll let you leave." I tensed, as the altogether not unpleasant image of the twins taking turns ravaging my body was displayed full color within my graphic and dirty imagination. But he was right. I was lucky they were letting me leave now. Even still, I couldn't stop a ragged moan from escaping as Jack let his fingers slip out of my still spasming puss. Jack looked up at me, a devilish cast on his attractive features as he rubbed his coated fingers together, feeling the slickness of my pussy. Oh god, I had to get out of here! "Oh, you're right, Jay, I did say I was going to leave right after, huh, well god knows I'm not staying around to help with the dishes, that's all you guys, hope you enjoyed dinner," I babbled inanely as I unsteadily jumped to my feet. I pulled on my shorts and buttoned up my shirt before realizing I didn't have my bra on, but realizing that having to take off my shirt again would be too much, I just abandoned it on the floor. "I'll text you guys about that party later this week, see ya in class Jay," I continued chattering as I backed out of the room, avoiding the molten stares of the two half naked twins as they climbed panther-like off the bed. I scooped up my purse in the living room and shoes in the living room, running barefoot to my car outside. Oh my god, what had I gotten myself in to? ******************************* Ooooh Mia... *wink* Hope you enjoyed the second chapter about our little exhibitionist. If you did, please vote and/or leave a comment! Do you think Mia is going to get what she deserves? Or will she get her wish of two docile, tame twin boytoys that will cum at her beck and call? I love to hear from readers. Your enjoyment is why I write. Much gratitude to my editor, Mues Cues. Keep those panties wet and those cocks hard, Your Naughty Loveling