The 3 Ds: Hump Day

I went to church with my mom, and dad for prayer meeting, but we had this Atheist Anonymous thing going on behind their backs.

It was “Casual,” so we didn’t have to dress in our Sunday Best, and I picked a nice loose blouse without any sleeves. A cute lace lined collar to match my bra, both virginal white, and a short skirt to show my legs.

Mostly because David was like one of those guys that if he applied himself to the scriptures, and went to seminary, he could have his own charismatic cult.

LOL, seminary. Instead, he followed a bunch of Atheist podcasts, and youtube channels, to repeat their talking points. Just look up Stephen Frye, Richard Dawkins, Cristopher Hitchens, and Neil deGrasse Tyson, if you’re interested.

Honestly, he was preaching to the choir, but I guess it was cool to share arguments we might have with Christians. If I were the kind of Atheist that likes to debate Christians. I was more interested in him, because when I say Charismatic Cult, well.

He didn’t have that slicked back salesman look, that his father (The youth minister) had. One of those hipster cuts that’s short on the sides, but long up front. No product to slick it back, or spike it up, but also a potential combover for when his hairline starts receding (Like his dad’s) A neat rough stubble around his jaw, just to prove he could grow a beard if he wanted to.

Today, he had on a 3 button pullover in sky blue, flat front dark tan (Or light brown) slacks, and nice black leather loafers with no laces (Probably Italian.) Pacing back and forth between the stacks of chairs at the end of the hall. The classrooms weren’t open, no Sunday School, but they had spare chairs stacked up in the corners. On either end of the hall so me, and Danny could sit down, while he paced back and forth.

Ranting about his logical proofs, or the latest reasons that he got off the latest Podcasts. “Any questions?” He asked rhetorically, and just turned around to pace back a couple steps, “Well…”

“Actually, yeah.” I raised my hand. He only asked that, as if to prove that he argued his point well enough. When really it’s just a 1 sided strawman argument with the Christian side assumed, in absentia.

“Yes, Deloris?” He just stopped.

“Lori, what about sexual morality?”

“Excuse me?”

“You know, the Christian narrative usually focuses on the institutions of marriage, virginity, chastity, monogamy, heterosexuality…”

“Well, I guess you don’t need the threat of hell to do those things?” I actually threw him off! Has he really not even considered the subject of sexual morality, or was it just not covered by his favorite atheists? (All men, I have to point out.)

“Well yeah, but why do I have to do those things? For instance, homophobia is as much an artifact of puritanical laws from thousands of years ago as circumcision.” I thought about my Argument, a lot though.

“Uh,” he actually looked over at Danny, who just shrugged, and shook his head.

“Think about it, for instance considering pre-marital sex a form of infidelity, on the assumption that a girl sleeping around before her wedding night means she’s unfaithful.”

“Well, that actually also prevents the spread of STDs.”

“Yeah, so does condoms. Another thing is Birth Control. That’s what it’s about, isn’t it? Controlling teh wimminz so we’re good little girls, and faithful housewives. So the other girls slut shame you if you don’t keep your freshness seal. They might as well put us in a chastity.” I started unbuttoning my blouse, until he looked up, at my face, so I stopped.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s hot.” I looked back and forth at the 2 boys, “It’s not just me?”

“No,” Danny crossed his legs, “I’m hot too, but what were you saying about bisexual girls?”

“I wasn’t, but.” I had to think, but Danny is the more passive aggressive one. So, he doesn’t want to ask me if I’m bicurious, he wants me to think I was admitting to bicuriosity, as if that’s what I was talking about all along. “What about bisexual boys?” Of course, he’s not interested in bisexual boys. “That’s the perfect example, if you have to say Bisexual girls, instead of Bisexuality, then you’re already admitting the institutional double standard.”

“Which is?” David sat back, on top of a stack of chairs, so one leg wasn’t even touching the floor, and the other one hung off the side half cheeked.

Danny crossed his legs to hide something embarrassing in his lap. “Huh!” I got up, “Why don’t you have a seat?” So I could pace back, and forth, carefully selecting my next point… “Where was I? Oh yeah, slut shaming. That’s another double standard nobody else ever talks about. Girls are supposed to be virgins, but for guys, that’s an insult.” I stopped, and looked back at David.

“Well, I’m not a virgin, what about you?” He smiled, charmingly. Lopsided, almost a sneer, or as if he winked when he didn’t, because he knows that drives us nuts.

“Well,” Danny raised his hand meekly. “I am.”

“Well,” I stepped back. “That’s really very brave of you to say, so why don’t you step into my office?” Turning the door handle, I held it back against the sink. This is the 1 unisex bathroom (Though of course it has nothing to do with transsexuals having a place to pee.) For the faculty mostly, so it had a toilet stall, a urinal, 2 sinks, and a lock on the door.

“So, David. Since you’re the only one with sexual experience, why don’t you talk us through it?” That put him back into his comfort zone, with a compliment.

“Well, first we have to take off all our clothes.”

“Of course,” I pulled my unbuttoned blouse off over my head.

“Uhm,” Danny looked up. “If you don’t mind me saying, you have nice breasts. What size are they?”

“Uh,” I took his hands, and put them on the cups. “My bra size is 28B.” What’s with boys, and their fascination with bra size? I have enough, more than a couple of handfulls, but I felt up his arms to his neck, and put his head down. Face first into my cleavage. “What next?”

I looked up at David, who’s usually so confident, it was actually nice to see him at a loss for words. “Uh, well like I said. You have to take off all your clothes.”

I shook my head, “Actually, you said We have to take off Our clothes.” I reached down to untuck Danny’s shirt.

David just shrugged, and pulled off his pullover. He worked out, because of course he did. So, he had nothing to be ashamed of, nice biceps with no tan-lines. Flat pecs, tight defined Abs, and a cute little outie. Hairy armpits, but none on his chest. He looked over, and checked his bangs in the mirror, but he didn’t flex.

Honestly, if I didn’t know better, I might think he was gay. I do know better, because I saw the look on his face when I brought up Homosexuality. Carefully, he didn’t look guilty, but he looked a little disgusted for a moment there. So, I have to tiptoe around homophobia, with 2 boys getting naked in front of each other.

“Huh!” I felt around Danny’s belt to the buckle, and stepped back up against the door. He fumbled with my bra hooks, and his fingers bumped against the blue painted steel. So, I had to push my butt back to give him room. Pulling his belt out of the loop, and the buckle. The little finger thing out of the hole so I could get at the button, and found that it was a snap. Nice! I just pulled the corners so the zipper ripped down loudly, and looked up.

“Huh, you just want to watch?” David stopped rubbing his crotch, and shook his head. “Uh!” My bra finally dropped lose, so the girls could hang. “You didn’t bring any rubbers, huh?”

“No, I wasn’t planning on this.”

“Well,” I pulled my purse out of the sink next to me, “Fortunately, I did.” Tearing 2 of the 3 off the one in the middle, I ninja starred one of them over to the douche. I’m taking that word back, and it’s about time. You know what douches are for, right? Squirting girls full of fluids, but I don’t want to get pregnant, just yet. “Put that on.” He had to pick it up off the floor, but it was still wrapped, and sterile.

Also, as I pointed out, STDs are what condoms are for, but of course I’m a virgin. You don’t know my dad, but let’s just say that all that about men protecting girl’s virginities until we get married wasn’t hypothetical. Yeah, fuck you, dad. I’m about to give it up, at church, while you’re in prayer meeting with your church friends.

Daniel had on boxers, but Davy had on boxer briefs which he pulled down, so his boner popped up. He caught it, and gave it a couple pumps. Squeezing the head so a little clear drop milked out, and stuck to the teardrop hole.

“You like it?” She grinned, lopsided, and now it looked like a sneer.

“I prefer uncircumcised guys, but it’s cute, I guess. Huh!” I looked down, and moved my thumbs. To stroke the cock in my hands, looking down in disbelief. Then, back up at his brother. His big brother. “Also, you’ve got a beard trimmer at home, so why don’t you manscape a little?” The little brother wasn’t that little. Maybe Davy had more to compensate for than his hairline, is he taking steroids? Maybe Daniel is just gifted, I don’t know, but I don’t really care.

“Well, he’s circumcised too.” Davy pointed out, self consciously.

“Well, you wouldn’t know that if you didn’t look at my dick.”

“Of course I do. We all are, even our grandads got it done, you know that.” He doesn’t want to sound gay or anything, but maybe a little bi-curious? He sure pays a lot of attention to the way he looks, but now his not so little brother is reaching up my skirt. Feeling my hips, and pulling my panties down.

“Oh yeah.” I let go, and reached back to unzip my skirt. “All of our clothes off, right?” I pushed Daniel back, and shimmied out of the skirt to show my fresh shaved legs, and crotch. “You like it?” I brushed my pubeless mons with my fingertips, then pulled it up, so my lips stopped sticking together, and even parted a little.

“Huh, yeah.” Davy just started stroking it faster, but not too fast.

“Can I kiss it?”

“Of course.” Dan got down on his knees, so I pointed at Davy. Turning my finger over, and inching him forward. “Turn around,” I had to turn Dan’s shoulders, and step around to bend over. “Uh, huh!” Shake my ass so my butt crack split open around his nose, and his tonge found the hole to lick it out. “Huh ooh. Oomph!” My cheeks popped out, and I put my hands up on his hips. Before he choked me, he’s not that small.

I mean, he’s probably about average, actually. Maybe half a foot long, but his brother was bigger, or at least it looked bigger. Maybe it’s because he’s younger, shorter, and so willing to enthusiastically lick out my twat. “Uh! Huh, smup smup smup smup!” I barely had to hold Dave back. Just enough to keep him from gagging me, I’m not ready to deep throat. I don’t know if I’m ever going to be ready for that, I might try it, but then Dan stopped, and got up. I felt the rubber slip up between my legs, and then wiggle around before finding the hole again.

“Uh, fuck, yeah!” I had to breathe “AH FUCK! YEAH!” His brother took over, pumping it again, only this time it was wet, and crackled with my spit slipping through his fingers. “AH AH AH AH AH!”

“Fuck!”

“Erk,” I had my eyes closed, so I just tried to turn away, but Dave held my head. One handed, wiping his bare spurting cockhead all over my face.

“Yeah.” He patted my head, and stepped back. “Uh, fuck yeah.” He leaned back in the corner, up against the sink, and gave his wilting member a shake.

“UH!” Dan pulled me up by the armpits, behind his knees to give me one last deep thrust, and held me by the tits. Grunting, and shaking, his back against the door.

“Hhuhuh!” His breath hot against my shoulder. His cheek in the middle of my back. He relaxed, and his hands fell lip off my hot tits. “Smooch,” he kissed my back. “Let me out.”

“Huh, yeah.” I turned to the sink, and looked at meyself. Smiling satisfied in the mirror, my face covered in my first moneyshot like a porn star. “Huh!” I filled up my hands with water to splash up, and wipe off my face. “Fuck yeah.” I got it on my fingers to wipe all over my tits.

“Oh, ah!” I felt fingers goose up between my legs. “Huh, Dan. Nh!” Looking back in the mirror, his brother came around. Topless, but e had his pants zipped up. “Ihn!” I just turned, and put my head up against the cold glass. Enjoyed Dave’s strong hands, rough callused fingers, even as Dan’s pumped in and out of me from behind. Pulling sex juices out with each thrust, running down my legs, and picking up the pace. Faster than he could fuck me with his hips, but not as big. Not as hard, and not as deep, until my ass started clapping with his wrist smacking me between the buttcheeks.

“UH UH UH UHUHUHUH!” Finally, it broke free, and washed over me in a rush of rapture. Like a cold sweat, I even shivered a little, then tried to hold onto the sides of the sink. “Huh, hold me. Hold me up!”

They pulled my out, by the armpits, and I just held onto Dave. Sandwitched between them, catching my breath while they kissed bot sides of my neck. I finally got to feel up Dave’s muscular torso. Especially his back, but now that I’ve had both of them. Together, i’m starting to think that I like Dan better?

It’s weird, but Dave’s personality is so overpowering, you kinda forget that his beta is even in the room. Right next to me, but I found out that he’s receptive, and giving. Whereas the Alpha is just an alpha. He has to be on top, calling the shots, and doing all the talking, so I actually had to plan for months how to get a word in edgewise.

Just to talk about sex, at all. So yeah, I chose Daniel, though if he doesn’t mind continuing this love triangle thing. I can actually see myself falling in love with him, instead of being overwhelmed by Dave’s insistent selfish machismo. It worked for me, for a while. Honestly, I was infatuated with him, because he looked so good, and a lot of what he says makes sense, but I think I’m over it now. Even now, literally in his arms, and running my fingers through the fresh sex sweat dripping down his back.

“Huh, you can let me go, now.” I hoped. What am I thinking, of course he can get any girl he wants, but not me. I took Dan’s hand, and looked over at his hanging cock. Still covered in the wrinkled rubber, with the load bulging out the reservoir tip. “Hm!” I bit my lip, and smiled.

That helps a lot, too.

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