OOH AH JUST A LITTLE BIT

Remember that old Gina G song from 1996?
I do too, how sad is that? But it's been going through
my head for the last couple of days, like on repeat play.
If I saw her I'd give her a little bit-my foot up her
arse that is!
Oh the twins! Oh God-sex on a stick times two. And
no, sadly, reluctantly, I still haven't shagged them.
But the massage was good, really good......
"Becka your shoulders feel like they've the weight
of the world on them!" Said Jude, he was doing
complicated things with my muscles and every now
and then would sweep downwards towards my
breasts. The nipples were standing up to attention,
any higher and my towel would definitely burst
open. Which was just what I had in mind.
"You got that right." I murmured, I was now lying
on Ruth's bed (being the biggest bed in the flat).
Quinn was working on my feet, doing some weird
reflexology thingy, all I knew was it felt great
and I was pretty darn sure he could see my pubic
hair which always ups the ante.
"You need this Becka." Said Quinn.
I nodded:"Oh I do!"
"You deserve it." Whispered Jude, so close to my
ear that I could feel his hot breath.
"That too." I felt really drunk-all my skin seemed
to be alive, every pore and crevice longed to be
touched and explored.
Quinn's fingers began to stray higher, massaging
my calves then my thighs. My vulva was starting
to twitch and squirm, shit, I was going to come
very soon at this rate-I'm not complaining I just
wanted it to last! As if realizing this Jude said:
"No you don't! Turn over onto your belly we will
work on your back."
I bleated in protest, but they ignored me and
flipped me over like an egg except I was 'over
easy' I guess.
Jude pulled the towel down to my waist so
my back was perfectly exposed and my small
angry breasts were flattened underneath me.
Quinn slipped his hand beneath the towel
and began to massage (quite roughly) my buttocks.
Jude touched my face and slipped a finger into
my mouth (which I bit).
"What are we going to do with her Quinn?"He
asked, obviously delighted from the lovely
bulge in his trousers.
"Everything she wants of course!" Laughed
Quinn and slipped a finger straight into my
hoo-ha. It surprised me really, he was not
normally half as racy as Jude.
I don't know if they were telepathic-or just
randy, but that seemed to be the signal for
Jude to flip me over 'sunnyside up' and
begin earnest tit-sucking! Jeez!
Quinn buried his head between my thighs
and I soon realized why he was the quieter twin.
He saved his tongue for pussy-work!
Quinn began to struggle with his zip and
Jude already had grabbed one of my hands
and thrust it down his pants.
The sight of all this male beauty and activity
was too much, Quinn was tracing around my
clitty with his tongue-I came guys! Couldn't
help it and it was fab. I'm shaking thinking
about it!
"That's just the beginning, now it's our turn-
ever had two guys at once?" Said Jude.
"Yeah!" I said but his face fell in disappointment:
"But never twins!"
He brightened up at this:"Well let's say, we
haven't had many complaints!"
"I can understand that!" I laughed and pulled him
down on top of me, Quinn was naked by now
and snuggling into my neck.
"I felt every, tremor, every shudder right through
my tongue!" He whispered in my ear, I kissed
him passionately and missed Ruth enter the room.
"Oh fucking hell Becks! Not on my fucking bed
with these fuckers! Shit-what a cunt!" She threw
her handbag at my head.
"Sorry Ruth! I thought you were out." What a
pain in the arse she was turning up like this!
Jude kissed my cheek (face that is!):"There will
be other times Becks!"
Quinn was already half dressed, Ruth stood in
the doorway like my mother or something.
The boys both kissed Ruth on the way out.
"Yeah yeah." She said grudgingly. I mouthed 'Sorry'
to them, the both nodded and grinned boyishly.
Nothing kept them down for long. Love it.
"Alright! Don't make a meal out of it!" Scowled
Ruth. She flopped down on the bed with me.
"Not on my bed!" She still grumbled.
"Sorry-but I got carried away!" I admitted.
"Quite!" Ruth lit a cigarette and passed me it.
"I've got something to tell you , something I
saw and I don't think you will like it at all." She said.
"Oh give me strength!" How many times have
people said that to me? It always meant trouble
or shit or both.
"Get ready-'cos this will kill ya!" She said gleefully.
Becka Martin