…...Brent and James sat side by side on the small couch in the dark basement. The blush of light from the television illuminated their nude bodies. The image on the screen was graphic. Sweating bodies gyrated, lips sucked, tongues licked, breasts bounced, hard cocks slipped in and out of wet pussies and open mouths. The two, in the privacy of their secret clearing, stroked their well lubricated erections at a steady pace, completely ignoring the television, watching as the girl disrobed in front of them.

PART 1

Earlier.

The hot summer sun was reason enough for the girls to wear their bikinis throughout the afternoon. At the grill, Brent flipped burger patties with Claire at his side, sitting on the tabletop a foot away. She explained what classes she was taking in college and what life was like in the dorms as he listened intently. In the water, James and Allison floated on the surface, chatting about television.

It was a nice day.

"Well, I liked it." Allison said, slowly paddling her hands in the cool water. She wore a small white bikini that barely fit. With such a petite frame, her body seemed almost exaggerated. Her large natural breasts jiggled with every movement. Her thin waist flared out to very feminine hips. Her bare feet dangled in the water. Like James, she lounged in a floating pool chair wearing sunglasses, enjoying the warm sun.

"Yeah. I mean, it was good, but I was expecting a little more. They left a 'lotta loose ends." James replied. Through his tinted lenses he studied Allison's body. He found it hard to maintain his concentration on the conversation with his erection throbbing beneath the thin material of his swimming trunks. It was all he could do from reaching down and squeezing his aching cock to relieve some of the pressure.
"That's what I liked about it. Those loose ends... I dunno, it give it some life after the end. Ya know?" Allison answered, adjusting the strap of her bikini top. She watched James as he struggled to ignore the tent in his shorts. She stifled a smile and brushed imaginary lint from her breasts, her nipples stiffening with contact. She almost laughed as James's mouth fell open. It was almost cartoonish, in a cute way.

"Food's ready." Claire announced, hopping to her feet.

Standing next to Brent, she found herself incredibly attracted to him. Aside from the obvious physical chemistry, she found him incredibly charming and sweet. He genuinely seemed interested in her, which was a change of pace from the guys she normally found herself paired up with. However, his almost platonic attention to her, despite their recent short but intense sexual history, made her want him even more. She figured the obliviousness he displayed must be an act. But, that was fine. She can play along if he likes, she thought.
With her back to him, overlooking the pool, she brushed the seat of her black bikini bottoms then rested her hands on her hips as her brother and her roommate climbed out. She wanted Brent to notice. Her long legs lead to a perfectly formed ass that she worked hard at keeping in shape. Hours at the gym ensured that wearing anything form fitting or skin exposing, drew attention, and she knew it.

As Allison and James made their way out of the pool, Claire turned her head back to Brent. He was watching her. His eyes looked over her slowly, taking in every inch. From her bare feet, up her calves to her thighs, pausing on her ass, up following her smooth back to the strap of her bikini top, her slender arm, sun-kissed shoulder, the curve of her breast as she turned to him. Her beautiful face, her blue eyes, a smile growing on her lips. She was watching him watch her. He froze. She closed the gap, snatched the tongs from him hands, and raised her eyebrows. "Checking me out, huh?" She whispered while making her way back to the grill.
Brent stood embarrassed, excited, horny. She caught him looking, plain and simple. Considering the things they did together in the past two days, this was innocent. Still, it was difficult for him to accept the speed and intensity of everything happening, and he was still not quite comfortable with how everything was unfolding.

His mind swam with the memory of her anonymously giving him oral through the glory hole at the adult bookstore the day before, waking him from sleep the next morning, kissing him, feeding him her breasts, all while Allison took her turn between his legs. Later, inexplicably, making out with his neighbor Jennie and cumming all over her. The image of her nude body glistening with his seed, the sleepy satisfied look in her eyes brought his erection to fullness. Now, here he was back in the company of these two bikini clad girls, poolside. The last few days had been crazy, unexpected, and otherwise unbelievable. His penis throbbed between his legs.
"Dude, how about that burger?" James asked breaking the spell, snapping Brent out of his daze. James smiled, looked over at the girls helping themselves, and returned his eyes to Brent. "Dude." He whispered. He shook his head and they joined the girls at the grill.

The rest of the afternoon went on without a hitch. The four enjoyed burgers poolside along with cold drinks. The conversation never strayed from safe topics. Aside from a handful of lingering looks, it was as if they were just a group of friends hanging out. Completely innocent.

PART 2

"Great view." Virginia said. Standing at her bedroom window wearing a black tank top and tight gray leggings. She looked as if ready for yoga class. Her naturally fire red hair was pulled into a ponytail, accentuating her high cheekbones, full lips, and bright green eyes.

Like Jennie, she was lean, but well proportioned. Unlike Jennie, she was much more comfortable with her maturing physique. This resulted in a sexuality that contrasted directly with Jennie's appearance of youthful innocence. With every developing curve, Virginia experimented with increasingly sexy outfits. It seemed as if now almost every article of clothing she wore enhanced her figure in some way. Today was no exception.

"I just wish I could hear what they're saying." Jennie mumbled, cupping her hands at the window and leaning into them. She smelled freshly scrubbed. Her long auburn hair was still somewhat damp from a recent shower and she still retained the scent of shampoo.

Down below, by the pool of Virginia's back yard neighbor, Brent and James mingled with two gorgeous girls. After an in depth dissection of what they observed, Jennie and Virginia deduced that the blonde was James's sister Claire. The brunette, however was still a mystery to them. Jennie did not know what to think.

Despite practically growing up together, the bond Brent and Jennie once shared in youth had dissolved over time. Still, he remained her neighbor, classmate, and until this morning, a platonic friend in public, and an impossible crush in private. Until this morning... she would have only daydreamed about luring him into her room, stripping down to her panties, and making out with him to climax on her bed.

The scene playing in her head made her skin tingle. His breath on her mouth. Their tongues intertwining. His naked body pressed against hers. His arms holding her close. The desire to pull the fabric of her thin panties aside to let him inside her. Again and again, her engorged clit feeling the pressure and friction of his movements. The growing warmth of her body intensified with the thought of her nipples in his mouth, spreading her legs for him, wet, throbbing...

She caught herself moan audibly and snapped to the present. Her left hand was kneading a breast under her shirt. Her right hand was rubbing her pussy through her shorts. Virginia was watching her, mouth ajar.

"Oh my god Jennie. Seriously?" Virginia chuckled, obviously amused.

"Sorry." Jennie blushed as she attempted to compose herself.
She fell back onto Virginia's bed. Her blue cotton running shorts were tight on her crotch, a hint of moisture in the crease. Virginia watched as Jennie's breasts jiggled under the thin fabric of her gray tee shirt as she rubbed her eyes. Her nipples were very hard.

PART 3

Claire stepped away from the others to take a phone call. The table was littered with plates, crumbled napkins, and melted ice in empty glasses. Allison, Brent, and James shared stories of their youthful indiscretions. They laughed and joked, not knowing they were being watched. Claire finally returned, phone in hand.

"Well, it looks like Allison and I are going to be heading out for a little bit." She said, setting the phone on the table and taking a seat next to her.

"Where to?" Brent asked.

"We ran into some friends from high school at the supermarket. Remember Ashley and Lindsey?" She asked.

Ashley, Lindsey, and Claire were a trio in high school.

"BFF's" they liked to say. Once they graduated, Ashley left for a stint in Europe, Lindsey to college on the East coast, and Claire began her life at the local university. As time passed, they moved on to other endeavors, but running into each other, it was only natural that they would want to at least hang out and catch up.

"They wanna take us out for drinks. You guys gonna be okay for a couple of hours?" She asked.

"Yeah, sure." James said.

"You two coming back?" Brent asked. He locked eyes with Claire, then looked away. By the time the words left his lips, he realized how lame it sounded.

"Yeah, it should only be a couple of hours or so. Why? You gonna miss me?" She joked.

He blushed.

"It's gonna be couple hours tops, maybe. You guys okay to clean up?" Claire giggled. She liked that Brent wanted her around. She wanted to be around him.

"Really?" James asked, looking around at the mess they made.

"I know, I know. We just gotta be there soon and we gotta get ready. I'll... We'll make it up to you guys, I promise."

PART 4

"So I think I'm gonna see my guy later." Virginia mumbled as her thumbs sped across the screen of her cell phone, composing a text.

"Oh yeah? Am I actually gonna finally meet him?" Jennie asked, turning her back to the window. This was a well needed reprieve from the unending torture of watching other girls flirt with the guy she crushed on. Virginia sat propped up with a stack of pillows at her headboard. The room was growing dark from the setting sun.

"I don't think that's in the cards tonight." Virginia answered, looking up. She dropped her phone on the bed and joined Claire by the window.

"You tell me every last detail about what you two do together, but you won't even tell me who he is?" Jennie asked.

"Oh look, I think they're going inside." Virginia gestured back to the four below.

Brent and James finished gathered the napkins, glasses, plates, and the rest of the things left over from lunch. The girls lead them inside. Within moments, the serene silence returned to the backyard.

It's just not fair, Jennie thought to herself. I finally make my move... then freak out and lock myself in the bathroom. Now Brent's hanging out with these girls? Not fair!
Maybe it's totally innocent, but the way these girls were looking at Brent all afternoon, I seriously doubt it. I really need to talk to him... shit! She sighed, closed her eyes and tried desperately to think of what she could possibly do before her window of opportunity was gone forever.

"I'm gonna go over there." Jennie finally said. "I can jump the fence and... I dunno, try and get close enough to see inside. Then... what do you think..." She backed away from the window and turned to Virginia. The room was empty.

She's probably in her brother's room. She thought as she stepped away from the window. It was strange to Jennie how Virginia and her brother had suddenly become so close. The change in the dynamic of their relationship over the past year made her wonder what it was like when nobody was around. Jennie even entertained the idea that maybe it was him that she was regularly fucking. She laughed at the thought.

As she padded down the hallway, she heard voices from Virginia's brother's room. As usual, the door was open just a crack. She peeked inside and found Virginia laying on his bed, John was at his desk turned away from her on his computer likely working on homework. As much potential he had attracting girls with his broad shoulders and easy smile, he preferred to focused on school. While honorable, Jennie thought, it was a shame.

He was tall and handsome, but looked nothing like Virginia. She was two years younger than him and had an athletic, outgoing personality that contrasted with his quiet, studious manner. He was smart, but not socially awkward. His subdued observant manner almost gave him an air of mystery.

According to Virginia, girls were often attracted to him because of this. Jennie thought maybe it was because of his looks. Perhaps it was a little bit of both.

"Hey." Jennie announced, pushing the door open.

"Hey Jennie." John greeted her with a smile as he spun to face her in his chair. Jennie knew that he had always a thing for her, but with Virginia being one of her best friends, he was strictly off limits. Still, she didn't mind the attention.

"Hey John." She looked down at herself and realized that she really should have worn a bra. Crossing her arms as casually as she could, she turned to Virginia.

"So, I think I'm gonna go over there." She said as she sat on John's bed.

Virginia was laying laying on her front, propped up on her elbows with an open issue of Cosmo in her hands. She looked up at Jennie who sat at the foot of the bed, leaning back on her hands. Her hard nipples were visible only to Virginia beneath the thin fabric of her shirt.

"Seriously?" Virginia asked. She closed the magazine.

"I was thinking about jumping the fence and getting a closer look."

"What are you guys talking about?" James interjected.

"Look over at James's house." Virginia instructed.

John stood up and pulled the blinds open."What am I looking for?"

The girls joined him at either side. The sun was setting and the sky was getting dark. The interior lights of James's house illuminated the figures inside. Though behind glass and a good distance away, they were clearly on display. Allison stood closest to the sliding glass doors. Her white bikini left little to the imagination.

"Wow, great view." John mumbled.

As he stood at the window trying to get a good view inside the house, Jennie pulled Virginia out of the room and lowered her voice to a whisper.

"You're brother won't say anything will he?" Jennie asked.

"Nah, he's good at keeping secrets." Virginia answered, looking back into his room.

"Okay, good."

The girls made their way downstairs and out of the back door.

As the night crept in, the air chilled slightly. Jennie wished she wore more than a tee shirt and shorts. Even a bra would have been a welcome layer.

"I dunno about this. What are you gonna do when you get there? What if you get caught?" Virginia hesitated.

"I'll be careful." Jennie replied as they reached the fence.

Despite her lack of confidence when it came to guys, she had it in spades when it came to herself. Sizing it up, she saw that horizontal support beams would provide easy access to the other side. As long as nobody was paying close attention, she should be able to make it up to the house undetected. She was almost positive nobody would notice her.

After a moment, Virginia gave in. "Okay. Just... be careful, okay?"

"Roger that." Jennie quipped. She hopped over the fence almost too easily. Virginia waited quietly and listened for any movement on the other side. Crickets. Wind rustling through the leaves overhead. Nothing out of the ordinary.

After a moment, she turned back to her house and up. Her brother still stood at his window, looking out.

PART 5

James's slippery hands slid across the smooth hard surface. He passed the clean plate to Brent who set it on the rack next to the sink to dry.

"Dude." James looked at Brent with his eyebrows raised. A lifetime of friendship allowed a certain level of communication using an economy of words. In this case, James was referring to their afternoon with the girls poolside. In particular, James's subtle variation of the syllable was emphasizing Allison's amazing body and possibly his own sister's radiance.

"Dude." Brent agreed, subtly adding how hot Claire's ass looked in her little black number. He also hinted at the hypothetical possibility of getting lucky, if they played their cards right.

The following silence they shared was spent recalling their favorite moments. The images they burned to memory were reviewed for close inspection. Together they washed and dried the dishes deep in thought.

..................

Outside.

Jennie, with her back to the wall of the house, quietly crept to the side door of the garage. The idea of simply watching through the window was scrapped as James and Brent seemed to be quietly studying the layout of the backyard. It took only a moment of hesitation before she checked the door, found it unlocked, and closed it behind her once inside.

It was dark, warm, and the air sat heavy with staleness. It was immediately obvious that the garage door itself had not been opened that day, possibly several days. She pulled the small flashlight from the pocket of her shorts and clicked it on. The garage was empty. No car in sight.

Years ago, when the neighborhood kids used to play hide and seek, it sometimes took place here. Jennie recalled the layout of the garage and noted the absence of the SUV that James's parent's drove. She deduced that meant that they were not home.

James, Brent, and these two girls were all alone inside the house. There was nobody there to keep an eye on them. Nobody to stop one of them from pulling Brent inside an empty room and having her way with him.

She walked to the door connecting the garage to the laundry room, which lead into the kitchen. She pressed her ear against it and listened. The sound of her heart beating drowned out almost everything.

..................

"So, what are you gonna do about Jennie?" James asked.

"I dunno, I'm kinda thinking that she probably doesn't want to see me for a while... too embarrassed to talk to me after what happened." Bren't replied.

"You don't really do what she did on a whim. She's had it bad for you since we were kids, dude. Good for her for finally getting the nerve to do something about it."

"It just... happened so suddenly, you know? I wasn't expecting it."

"Yeah, well... so... boobs?" James asked, naturally.

"Dude, you would not believe the body she has. I'm talking boobs, ass... she's pretty fine, dude."

"Yeah?"

"I mean, obviously she's an athlete, so she's gonna be in shape. But, she never really wears anything to show off her body, you know? If she did, I might have made a move a long time ago."

"Yeah right. As long as i've known you, you have never made a move. Girls make moves on you."

"I'm a gentleman." Brent joked.

"Sure you are. With that thing, you'd think you would have a little more game." James gestured to Brent's crotch.

Brent laughed.

"So, how does Jennie compare to Allison... or my sister, for that matter? Yeah, I know you've been checking her out. I don't blame you, she's one hot piece of ass."

"She's right up there, man. All three in my bed? I wouldn't know where to start."

"Now, that's something to think about."

The voices trailed off and disappeared into the living room.

Jennie cracked open the door and peeked inside. The kitchen was empty. Though the conversation was muffled, she distinctly heard her name several times. She closed the door behind her and worked her way in deeper.

PART 6

"Oh my god, their dicks are so big." Allison gasped.

The digital video camera sat on the top of the television.

Cables snaked around the back, terminating at the video inputs. The image fed to the screen was James and Brent, side by side, masturbating in their private basement clearing.

"I told you." Claire replied.

"I knew Brent was big, but you brother... your brother is fucking hung, Claire!"

"I know, right? Who knew James was packing that much heat. I had no clue, growing up. Had I known..." Claire trailed off as she undressed.

"What would you have done?" Allison asked.

Claire smiled. She made a motion with her hand and pressed her tongue to the inside of her cheek as if feeding something hard and long into her mouth.

"You are so bad!" Allison laughed.

"Hey, I'm just saying..." Claire sucked in air between her teeth, watching the video play as she took off her bikini.

First her top, then her bottoms.

"How is it possible that two hot guys would be as hung as this in one place? I mean, what are the odds? These guys are unbelievable." Allison continued.

"Yeah, we got lucky." Claire answered, cupping her breasts then letting them go, watching them bounce.

"Fuck, this is so hot. Look at them. Lubed up, stroking their hard cocks, playing with their balls... I mean, wow. I think we're gonna be watching this video a lot." Allison said.

Claire stepped behind her and untied her top. It dropped to the floor in a little pile along with Claire's bikini.

"Bottoms." Claire instructed. Allison hooked her thumbs into her bikini bottoms and wiggled out of them. She nudged them into the pile with a bare foot. She didn't take her eyes off the screen.

"I'll bet as soon as we leave, they'll probably have another jack off session." Claire pressed her nude body tightly against Allison's from behind, her hands slid up her torso up to her breasts. Allison moaned as Claire squeezed gently.

"Lets try and come back quick so we can catch them... maybe they'll let us watch." Claire whispered into Allison's ear, nibbling her lobe. Allison looked away from the screen and into Claire's blue eyes.

"I really need to cum." Allison whimpered. Her lips lingered inches away from Claire's.

"Let me help you with that." Claire whispered.

They embraced. Their nude bodies pressed against each other's, the intensity of their motions increased. Soft kisses became firm. Their tongues intertwined. They moaned into each other's mouth with lust, desperation, and hunger.

Claire guided Allison to the bed. She laid her on her back, spread her legs, and slid down her body, leaving a trail of kisses. Brent and James continued to masturbate on the video in the background as Allison watched, feeling the pressure build.

..................

"I'm coming." Allison announced, turning the corner.

Brent and James sat on the couch in the living room, game controllers in hand. Claire stood before them. The television was muted. The game was paused.

"So, we should be back in a little while. You guys want us to pick up a movie or anything?" Claire asked as Allison joined her side. They both looked cute. Claire wore small tight plaid shorts and a yellow short-sleeved button up shirt.

Allison wore a pink and yellow sundress. Comfortable and casual seemed to be what they were going for. Still, the two were guaranteed to turn heads when entering a room.

"Sure, okay." Brent replied.

"Anything in particular?" Allison asked.

Brent and James looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders.

"Surprise us?" James offered.

"Okay then, you guys be good." Claire agreed.

Jennie stood in the dark hallway outside of the room listening quietly. With the sound of footsteps headed her way, she pulled open the door closest to her, stepped inside and closed it. She was standing on the landing leading to the basement.

"Shit." She whispered.

She pressed her ear to the door. Muffled voices trailed off.

Silence. The front door opened, then closed. She breathed a sigh of relief quietly. She waited in the dark listening to her heartbeat.

After what seemed like hours, but probably actually minutes, she decided that if she didn't leave now, she might be stuck there for the rest of her young life. She wiped the sweat from her brow then reached for the handle of the door. It spun in her hand and the door pulled away from her.

PART 7

Even after having jacked off with Brent dozens of times, it always excited James as if it was his first.

Compared to average guys, James was big. Compared to Brent, he felt average. Rather than make him self conscious, it only increased his arousal. Never was he harder than during their jack off sessions together.

At full mast, Brent's cock was a massive, hard specimen that stood steeply angled upward, almost parallel with his body.

The ridge running the length on the underside was a substantial tube. James imagined that it made sense considering the volume and intensity of his orgasms. Having a sufficient delivery system to facilitate this seemed necessary.

While James came as much, if not more than some of the most impressive porn stars he had seen in movies, Brent appeared to have an almost bottomless reservoir of the thick fluid.

Again and again he would shoot long thick ropes of sticky seed well after James had finished. Luckily, James was able to sustain the force and quantity even after several jack of sessions throughout the day. Brent himself often expressed amazement after numerous times.

In the glow of the television, James could make out the vein snaking up the side of Brent's shaft, branching out to wrap the circumference of his length, finally terminating along the bottom ridge. He often thought about him late at night.
He imagined what it must be like with his monster cock, stroking it slowly, wrapping his fingers around it, and what it must feel like to cum hard with it. It turned him on thinking about it.

Brent turned to look at James.

"So, you gonna try and hook up with Jennie again?" James blurted, breaking his gaze and looking down at his own erection. It was large by most measurements. At a little over 8 inches, he was proud of it's size. More specifically, he liked it's shape. Widening at the midpoint, tapering in toward the head, and flaring back out at the crown. He stroked it slowly, hoping Brent admired it too.

"I dunno. What would I even say? 'Hey, remember how we made out and I came all over you? Wanna talk about it?'." Brent joked.

He flexed his dick, catching James's eye again. He knew James liked watching him. He didn't mind. To him, it was part of the fun. Checking each other out, comparing sizes, showing each other how horny they were, watching each other cum. Everything about jacking off with James made sense to him.

"Well, you've been here all day. Maybe she's been trying to get a hold of you." James answered. His eyes went back on the television. The pixie haired brunette knelt between the man's legs, squeezing her breasts around his cock.

"Yeah, maybe... I dunno." Brent studied James's technique. A slight twist as he reached the head. His left hand fondling his balls. Brent mimicked him, feeling the same sensations James felt.

"She basically threw herself at you, dude. You don't do something like that on a whim."

"It caught me off guard, for sure." He paused. "I'm telling you dude... she's a fucking playmate. I don't know why she doesn't show off her body more. She's so hot."

"Hotter than Allison... or my sister?"

"I'd say it would be an even battle. I'd take turns on all of them if I had the chance." Brent said flexing his cock again. He slid his fingers down to the base and wagged the engorged appendage. A drop of lube landed on James's thigh. James studied the glistening rod with admiration. His cock thickened and throbbed as he looked over Brent's nude body.

Brent continued, "They're different though. Your sister has this hot sexpot thing going on. She looks like she wants to fuck. Something in here eyes. No offense."

"None taken. She's hot. I'd fuck her." James agreed, watching Brent as he commenced slowly stroking his manhood.

"Allison... well, at first she looked... kinda nerdy. Those glasses, the baggy sweater."

"Sexy librarian..."

"Off with the glasses, toss the baggy clothes and god damn. Tight little body, sexy ass, amazing tits. Man..."

"I know, right? Perfection."

"Jennie is somewhere in between. Great body, super super cute... I mean, the look on her face when she came? My God." Brent groaned, speeding his pace. It seemed as if his cock became larger for a moment, engorged to capacity as the image flashed in his head. Precum drooled from this tip and over his pumping hand. "I could cum right now thinking about her."

"Dude, pace yourself. Let's make this a long session. I wanna shoot a big load."

"Alright." Brent breathed. He slowed back down to match James's rhythm. "When I cum, you're gonna have to clean the ceiling."

James laughed.

..................

Her hiding spot was smaller than the clearing where the guys were, but big enough for a nice girl like Jennie to kneel and watch them through a perfect, inconspicuous gap between boxes. She wondered if this was just a result of a haphazard placement of clutter, or if someone purposely created this makeshift observation deck. Either way, her inquisitive mind numbed once James and Brent took off their clothes.

About a half an hour prior, after the door opened, she instinctively backed down into the darkness of the basement. It was a crowded labyrinth of cardboard boxes. She panicked and stood motionless like a deer caught in headlights waiting to be discovered.

Her back was pressed against the wall her hands at her sides. Maybe they won't see me. Dumb, dumb, dumb. Of course they will, why else would both of them come down to the basement?

She tried to get as far away from the stairs as possible and discovered an opening off to the side. She thought maybe she could hide in a crevice. The crevice turned out to be a narrow hallway. Deeper she went until it opened to a clearing. Her eyes had adjusted slightly to the darkness, but she was not sure she was seeing what she thought she was seeing. It looked like a makeshift living room. A couch on one side, a television setup right across from it. The basement door closed and the voices became clear. Footsteps fell on the stairs.

She clicked on her flashlight for a split second, partially covering the lens with her hand as to narrow the beam. She waved it around the clearing until she found another very small opening in the far corner. She squeezed inside, again hoping it was a good hiding spot, and discovered an even smaller clearing. She knelt down, turned off the flashlight, and prayed she would not be caught.

..................

By the time Brent and James were nude, lubricated, and stroking their erections to the third or fourth scene in the video, Jennie had somehow lost her shirt, shorts, and shoes.

She was completely nude along with them, masturbating in the dark basement. While they watched the TV, she watched them.

She snapped to her senses several times, intending to put her clothes back on, only to be drawn back into the scene happening live in front of her, returning her hands to her breasts, or between her legs. She only stopped when she was getting too close to having an orgasm. She didn't have a lot of experience with sex and was not sure how loud she would be. Considering how incredibly aroused she was, she could not guarantee any sort of subtlety.

The feeling came over her again, the warmth in her core, the numbness in her legs. Her nipples were hard and sensitive, her inner thighs were wet with her juice. She was close, but wanted to go a little longer before stopping. She deserved at least that much. She squeezed her breasts with her left hand, the fingers of her right were deep inside her. Brent and James were stroking their large glistening cocks and commenting on the scene playing on the television when Allison turned the corner.

"I was looking for you guys." Allison said stepping into the private jackoff sanctuary. The slight slur in her delivery, and the way she immediately sat on the arm of the couch, hand firmly on James's bare shoulder for support, made evident her minor intoxication. Jennie almost gasped.

They remained mid stroke, eyes wide on her presence. The sound of sex filled the air from the television. The obscene squeaking sound of their hands sliding on their greased cocks had stopped.

"Yeah, fuck me deep! Fuck yeah, right there!" The video continued to play.

"Really guys? Am I really making you that nervous?" She looked down at their shrinking erections, a crooked smile on her face.

"Uhhhh....." James explained... poorly.

"Go on." She giggled.

"What are you..." James stammered.

"Apparently, Ashley and Lindsey like to party." Allison explained. "Claire had a shot too many. She's taking a nap in her room."

"Is she okay?" Brent asked, cock in hand.

"Yeah, she's fine. Why? You worried?"

Brent mumbled something incoherent. His face began to flush. Never had he felt so exposed.

She stood up and looked over them. The were obviously uncomfortable. "Listen. Claire would kill me if she knew I was doing this without her..."

She thought for a moment, "How about this?" She stood before them and shrugged the straps of her sundress off her shoulders. "I know you've been checking me out. You've been staring at my tits all day. If I show them to you, will you pick up the pace?" She asked.

They nodded in unison. Their erections quickly hardened. Before her dress hit the floor, they were completely erect.

"Good. That's it. Let me see you work those big dicks." She purred as she began to remove her bra. Once freed, her breasts bounced into their natural resting position. While firm, they were large and had weight. "You like?" She asked as she cupped them.

They nodded in unison, again. Their strokes quickened. She smiled. "Um.... so.... panties too?"

No answer was needed. She removed them as well. Standing before them completely nude, she slid her hands over her body and even slowly spun, giving them a good look. Every inch of her perfection was visible for them to admire.

"Fuck. You guys have really big dicks, you know that?" She asked returning her gaze to their erections.

"You think so?" Brent flexed his cock. James followed suit.
"Hell yeah." She replied, dropping to her knees between them.

As if inspecting from a purely clinical perspective, she looked from one to the other. "Yeah, no doubt. You guys are hung. Do you mind if I..." She trailed off, holding up her hands, palms forward. They both nodded approval. She placed them on their shafts, wrapped her fingers around their girth, and squeezed slightly. She proceeded to pump her hands slowly, masterfully.

"Damn." She almost whispered. She turned her head back to the TV.

"So, you guys having a little jack of session huh?" She asked, returning her eyes to their gaze, now fondling their balls. Their legs naturally spread to give her access.

"Yeah." They both managed to say almost in unison. Their eyes were exploring her body. Her breasts were large and tipped with hard pink nipples. Unlike some of the actresses that they had pleasured themselves to, she was obviously all natural. They jiggled with the slightest movement and had a curve that man would be hard pressed to duplicate.

"Would it be weird if I joined? I love watching guys jack off." She explained, removing her hands and wiped the lube off her hands on her breasts.

They scooted over to the sides of the couch, making room for her. Like James, she was completely shaved. She lowered herself between them. They asked each other, can you believe this? Without saying a word.

Jennie meanwhile, was visibly shocked. Her hands were tight over her mouth. She wanted to burst out from behind her hiding spot and say something, but she spent the good part of an hour watching them hidden there in the darkness thus far, so she kept quiet knowing better.

"Okay. Obviously you guys won't tell Claire I was down here, right?" Allison asked, turning from Brent to James.

"Your secret is safe with us." James offered, flexing his engorged member and stroking the length. Allison bit her lip, smiled and lowered her hands between her legs.

PART 8

"Fuck, you guys. I am so horny. You probably think I'm a total slut." Claire was sitting on the couch between Brent and James. Her legs were spread, but because of the size of the couch, they rested on the thighs of her neighbors. The soft skin of her bare legs were mere inches from their stoking hands.

"No way. You're just..." Brent began.

"Sexually liberated." James finished.

"Really?"

"Yeah, totally. I wish more girls were open with their sexuality like you are."

"Yeah, sex is natural. Why pretend like we don't get turned on now and then."

"You guys are totally cool. I'm so glad Claire brought me back here for break." She visibly relaxed a bit.

"Yeah, me too." James smiled, looking over at her.

Me three. Brent thought.

"You know, you guys don't have to be completely hands off. I mean, you can at least cop a feel."

Brent and James looked at each other, then looked over her body.

"Don't be shy. I love having my tits played with."

They reached over with their free hands and caressed her soft skin. Slow and timidly at first, increasing intensity with growing confidence, squeezing and feeling the weight of her breasts and youthful firmness. Her expression showed approval. Looking down at the hands appreciating her body, exploring and enjoying her form, she hummed with pleasure.

"You guys like them?" She asks.

"Yeah." They answered, almost in unison.

"Mmmm.... I like when you play with my nipples." They brushed them with their fingers and palms, feeling how tight and stiff they were. James was the first to take one in his mouth.

"About time. Go ahead, you want to..." She whispered to Brent. He interrupted with a kiss. Their lips lingered for a moment as if in slow motion. She moaned and pressed harder onto his mouth. Their tongues touched. Her hand drifted down to his shaft.

Wet fingers slid well past the base, cupped his balls, further to the spot just behind. He spread his legs giving her access. She rubbed gently but firmly. He felt the almost unbearable pressure to release. His hand slowed his stroke and he pulled his lips away, looked in her eyes.

"Fuck." She whispered. She turned to James and he met her with a kiss as well. This one harder, more purposeful. His hands slide down her body and between her legs. She spread her pussy for him, letting his fingers inside. She moaned.
Between kisses she whispered, "Are you guys getting close? 'Cause I'm really close."

"I've been ready since you took off your dress." James replied.

"Me too." Brent added.

"Seriously?" She asked.

"Yeah. We've been pacing ourselves." James explained before placing his lips on her neck. She tilted her head resting it on the back of the couch. Brent's mouth was on a nipple, his tongue massaging. His free hands joined James's between her legs. Their wet fingers slid past each other in and out of her pussy, rubbing her clit, exploring her. They continued this for several minutes.

"So you guys are ready? I'm ready to cum." She breathed.

"Yeah." James whispered between kisses.

"Three or four good pumps." Brent said, returning his attention to his rock hard erection.

"I have this thing... this fantasy..." She said between labored breaths.

"What is it?"

"Well... I always kinda thought it would be... hot if two guys came on me while I got myself off. It's weird, I know..." She almost whispered, a blush in her tone.
"No, no. That's cool. We can do that, right?" James asked, already knowing the answer, looking over at Brent.

"Yeah, totally. That would be hot."

"Just say when." James said.

"Really... You guys... are awesome... fuck..." She dropped to the floor to her knees and turned to face them. Her hands continued their motion between her legs.

"Okay, can you stand in front of me and like... ooh.... cum on my tits, when I say?"

They stood and took their positions side by side in front of her.

"Oh, yess...." She purred. "Pump those big hard cocks.
Mmmmm... yeah, like that." She sucked air from between her teeth as she sped up her pace.

"Fuck....mmmmmm... okay, i'm gonna cum. You guys ready to shoot your hot loads on me?"

"Yeah, we're really close."

"Fuck yeah, blast me with your hot loads. I'm cumming, oh fuck."

Groaning, the stroked faster. The pulsing sensation took hold, they flexed, then exploded. Thick streams of sticky fluid spewed from their cocks, landing on Allison's bare chest with audible splats. She opened her mouth gasping, catching a few powerful shots on her tongue. Her fingers furiously stimulating her clit, her pussy contracted as waves of orgasms passed over her. Juice lubricated her thighs.
Again and again they pumped their rigid erections, milking intense creamy loads out from deep inside. Her breasts were coated, dripping onto her thighs. More and more covered her body as they continued their barrage.

She laid back bringing her knees up, legs spread, slowly massaging her pulsating pussy. They proceeded to expel more and more cum on her beautiful body. From her chin, to her breasts, down her bare torso, and between her legs, until it finally subsided.

Spent, they fell back onto the couch, breathing hard, a sheen of sweat covering them. They took in the sight of Allison covered in their cum. Writing on the floor, her fingers slid over her body, mixing their seed, bringing it to her lips, spreading it all over. They continued to slowly stoke, letting the last of their supply ooze out onto themselves.

Pulling her fingers from her lips, she looked down at her glistening body. "Wow, you guys... seriously. What fucking juicy loads" She purred between pants. "So fucking hot..."
James and Brent looked over at each other and smiled.

"Dude."

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After the door closed, the basement was again clear and silence returned, Jennie remained motionless in her hiding spot. She could not believe what she has just witnessed. What was it that she was feeling? Jealousy, anger, lust? She wanted to scream. But she didn't know if it was out of frustration or was it the sensation electrifying her every cell as her pussy throbbed with arousal. She crawled from her spot, her clothes in her arms.

The smell was intoxicating. Testosterone and sex. She dropped her clothes on the couch intending to pull them on as quickly as possible and get out of there without being noticed.

Instead, she returned her hands to her pussy and let herself cum again and again, a steady moan breaking the silence every time it washed over her.

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~~~ Will Claire find out what happened in the basement that night? Where will Jennie go from here?

Stay tuned to find out......
.....to be continued ~~~