Twins Cum Out Back

“You want fries with that?” They only had $10.00, so they had to pay for a large cup, and share it.

“You can go sit down, I’ll bring them to your table.” I turned away blushing, but they were so cute. Twins, about 12? Give or take a year, but identical twins. I haven’t been attracted to any boys that young since I was in middle school, but now I’m graduated. 19, and I remember not getting that kind of attention from boys, in middle school.

Some of the other girls, that were a little more developed in the bras did, but now I’m 19, and getting hot under the heat lamps over the fry station. The fryer beeped, so I pulled the basket full of chicken nuggets, and dumped them in the tray. Picked them out with tongs, and unbuttoned my top all the way, dropping it in a 20 piece box.

It’s a uniform shirt, 3 button pullover with a collar. Polyester blend, and saturated with grease, beef, and bacon fat from the grill, and “I’m uh. Louis?”

“What’s up?” My manager came over.

I pinched my shirt, to pump hot air out from between the cups of my 28Bs. “Huh, I need a break, you mind if I clock out?”

He looked down, and grinned, so I held my top over my heart. Right between my bra cups, but they weren’t just hot from the lamps.

“Sure, clock out for 30?”

“Okay,” I tucked the flaps in the box by feel, but it’s a job. It pays $15.00 an hour, and I’m saving up for my own place. So, I can stop being that loser that still lives with her folks, when I really should be already going to college.

“Here you are,” I bent over the table, and the boys got a good view down either side of my neck. “Huh!” I stood up, pulling the strings in front of my pants. Tight black cotton pants, to take off my apron, and pull my smokes out.

It was snowing, but the cool air was almost soothing. I lit up, and cupped my hands around the tip, flaring up with heat and light, and leaning back to suck in the puff from my mouth.

“Huh!”

“Hey, um. You mind if we get a drag, when you’re finished?” They followed me out.

I shook my head, “I shouldn’t be smoking out here, in front of the customers, so we better go back, here.” Across the parking lot, in the corner there was a fence around the dumpsters, and it was even more disgusting than the back, with brown scorched grease dripping down the walls. Soaking into my hair, clothes, and pores so they break out, especially around my nose and mouth, but the mask covers those up.

I got another cigarette out, and lit it for them. “So, I can smoke the whole thing.” They passed it back and forth, pretending to take drags, and blowing them out without inhailing.

“You ever seen a Fench inhail?” I stuck my jaw out, so I could let it roll out between my teeth, and took a deep breath to let it suck in my nose. “Snh! Huh!” I got a little head rush, but I handed my short over, to the one that didn’t have the cigarette. “You try it.”

“I bet I can do it first.”

“No, let’s do it at the same time, on 1, 2, 3.” They puffed their teeth in, then stuck their jaws out. “Sniff!” They coughed, and sneezed, dropping the cigarettes. So, I could bend over, and knock one sideways, grabbing the other.

“Oh,” I bumped one between the legs with my shoulder, and slipped up to rub his crotch, missing it rolling under the fence. “It got away.”

“Here, you can have mine.” He pointed at the one in my hand when I straightened up, and bumped his brother in the tummy with my ass.

“Now I’m kissing your butt!” I took a puff, and puckered up into an O. Blew a smoke ring, that lasted until it rose over the fence, and the wind caught it.

“How do you do that?” I passed it around, and showed them how to blow a smoke ring, but they didn’t get it.

“Woah, I’m getting dizzy.” The one I hadn’t touched with my shoulder, and butt grabbed me around the waist, and pressed his cheek up against the side of my bra cup.

So, I grabbed his brother, and tucked him under my arm. Felt up to pat his cheek, then I was holding their faces against my chest, until they started giggling.

“Are you flirting with us?”

“No, I’m molesting you, but don’t tell anyone. Your little peckers hard yet?” I let go to reach down behind their backs for a swat, and grab with both hands. For each of them.

“Huh yeah.”

“We’ll let you touch them if we can touch your titties.”

“Deal, first one to unhook my bra gets both hands up my shirt.” I turned around, lifting my arms over their head,s and grabbing two handfuls of junk. Put them together, and you might have a decent sized dick, but it was so dirty, and manly. I guess the role reversal was a much a turn-on as there being 2 of them, exactly alike. “Uhn!”

“I win!”

“Oh!” The loser whined, but he stepped aside to let his brother stand right in front of me. Pull out my shirt, and slip his cold fingertips up my tummy, until he found my funbags, and squeezed both of them together. I shivered.

“What do they feel like?”

“Soft, and round, and so hot! You’ve got to try this!” He let go, and pulled his hand out, to let his brother feel up my shirt, and grope me with his cold little hands.

“Now, it’s my turn. Unbutton your pants.” I stuffed my fingers down there to juggle their balls through their underwear with my fingers, and rub their hard little peckers with my wrists.

“Ugh!” One grunted. “Hun!” The other moaned, and they both pulled my shirt out. Squeezing the inside with their bare hands, and the outside through my shirt. “Oh Jesus!”

“Fu huh!” The one in my right hand stopped humping, and twitched, then the other started wetting his pants right after that.

“Oh god!” I managed to feel up to their waistbands, and stick my thumbs in to push them down, before they stopped shooting up, and I mean way up in the air. Their little cum hoses beating against my hands, then swelling, and spitting in my fingers when I got a grip.

They shivered, “Her hands are cold!” They said in unison, and looked at each other, giggling. “Jynx!” In stereo again, then broke down into giggles again.

“Huh!” I pulled my hands out, and held them up to the parking lot lights, to see their hot wet sticky blobs run down my thumb, and fingers. (Thumb on 1 side, and fingers on the other, because I had to twist around to fish them out before they stopped spurting.) “Lymn!” I licked up the back of my thumb, then turned to wipe my fingers down my tongue, and suck them.

“Does it taste good?”

“Yeah,” he elbowed his brother, “Obviously she likes it.”

“Huh!” The first boy looked down, holding his pants, and wiped some out of his underwear. “You want to try it?”

“I’ll do it, if you do it.” His brother stuck his hand down there to rummage around, and wipe some out with his knuckle.

“Okay, on 3. 1, 2, 3.” By then, I fixed my bra, and started tucking in my top, but I stopped to dry my cunt with my panties through the hem.

“Huh, I wonder if they taste any different?” Out loud, with a dirty grin.

“You tell us.”

“Yeah, you just tasted both of them.”

“Well, aren’t you a little curious?” As in bi-curious? I closed my eyes, leaned back up against the metal bulge. You know, where the forks on the dumpster truck pick them up to dump them?

“Okay, I’ll try it if you do.” Rubbing my clit raw with cotton under polyester blend. Greasy polyester blend.

“Your hands are cold too!” They laughed, with their hands down each other’s pants when I cracked my eyes, but then they clenched tight, and a little squeak slipped out of my throat.

“Hey lady, are you orgasming?”

“Agah!” I nodded, shaking, and trying to keep my knees locked so they didn’t give out.

“Does your pussy juice taste different before you cum, and after?”

I shook my head. “Iahn! Noh?” I was slipping, and I had to slap frantically for the sides of the hump to grip the cold metal. So I could hold on, and keep myself from rolling around on the cold filthy tile.

“Huh!” I blinked, and rolled my eyes, at the hanging ceiling. “Ohhh!” I moaned, my head rolling sideways on the flat nut on top of the toilet flusher, mechanism.

KOOWHAL! It flushed when my hair slipped off the sensor, so I got a rush of cold air in, and a spray of moisture up from the water swirling through the open seat.

So, I pulled up my warm dry underwear, tucked in my shirt, fixed up my pants, washed my hands, and grabbed my apron to try it back on.

“Huh!” Thank god those cute little boys were gone when I came out. No pun intended, because if they were still there, then I maybe would have done something stupid and illegal like that. So, I just went out to smoke in the snow until my break was over.

I’m not a child molester! I just never wanted to so badly before in my whole life. Besides, they’re not that young, and they’re getting older every day.

I sure hope they cum back!

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