My sensual criminals
Tunnel visit

"This again? What's wrong with this?" demands Jack, his blue eyes sparkling. "We want you always naked. It's the only option, honey."

"Yes, I know," I say quickly. "I just wanted to remind you about.... well, about leaving on time."

James's black eyebrows arch.

"Are you saying we can't do it?"

I blush, getting hot.

"No, no, not at all," I say quickly. "I definitely think you can. I just wanted to know. well, are you going to cum before or after I cum? You see, I love having your cocks inside me, and I'd hate for you to come before I can squeeze around you." The two men get harder and bigger under my gaze. If anything, the two snakes in their pants literally raise their heads, so big that rubber hoses wrap around their waists.

"Why are you scared, baby?" asks James in a silky voice. "Remember, there are many ways to make you cum. From what I remember, you especially like having your clit sucked and your asshole licked."

I blush so much I'm sure I'm rosy all over. But I nod again.

"Yes, but I love climaxing with your cocks inside me," I admit softly. "It makes me feel so full and hot and wonderful, and I just want to make sure that if you take it out, you don't do it too soon."

The two handsome criminals exchange complicit glances before turning to me. They stroke their cocks through the fabric of their pants and my mouth waters as I look at them.

"I had no idea you were such a slut, honey," Jack growls.

"But yes, we can make sure you have something in you while you climax," nods James. "Trust us, you'll enjoy it."

Happiness floods my body and my curves quiver with appreciation.

"Thank you," I sigh. "I just wanted to make sure because, as you know, this is all new to me. Before you guys came along, I was a virgin both ways."

The men's blue eyes sparkle, their bodies so hard.

"We know," James growls.

"Giving us the cherries from your ass and pussy was the best gift we've ever been given," Jack snores. "You'll always have our appreciation, little girl. Besides, we're your daddies now," he adds. "That means we take care of you, no matter what." "You're our goddess," Jack adds, his voice still stern but losing its edge. "We'd do anything to make you happy." He strides over to the bed and sits down, caressing her lap tantalizingly. I can't resist. Unable to hide my impatience, I leap towards him and sit on his lap, my hands wrap around his neck as his arms wrap around my waist.

He looks into my face as James joins him on the bed, grabs my legs dangling from Jack's knees and places them over his lap. I contemplate the two incredibly handsome faces side by side as they suck me in. These men are truly divine, from the intense blue of their eyes to their perfect lips and square jaws.

"I'm relieved," I whisper. "I want you naked, too. I'm so glad I don't have to worry about protection anymore."

"I know we just met," James says. "But we'll always take care of you, little one." I nod, grateful.

"But it's not just that," I explain. "I need to know more about you guys. I know you don't want to share more, but you're criminals."

The words float in the air and I brace myself, expecting them to lash out at me. But instead, there is only silence. There is almost no reaction. Jack and James just stare at me, listening, waiting for me to continue. And it is at that moment that I realize that my lovers are not ashamed of their profession. It's what they do, and I continue with my explanation.

"It's just that I've never really had a sense of belonging, and you're the first. That's why I want to know more about you. Remember all that stuff I told you last time? About feeling like a princess locked in a fortress? It's been that way my whole life. I hate my father. He's never shown me the kind of protection and loyalty you offer."

"But he's given you all this," says James, pointing to the room with his giant shovel. "You live in the lap of luxury."

I laugh bitterly.

"This rich girl's life? It's not what it seems," I say, my voice trembling. "I seem to have it all, but my father has never said a kind word to me or my mother. It's horrible. I hate my family. But most of all, I hate my father." Jack's hand rubs my back affectionately, his other arm lingers around my waist. James pats my legs on his lap. They both listen to me and nod as if they understand.

"We understand, princess," Jack says, his breath hot on my neck. He kisses me in that area and I shiver. "Our family life was never the best either."

"We both always hated our father too," James adds.

"Really?" I ask excitedly. We're really sharing, and that makes me very happy."

"Yes," confirms Jack. "Henry was a son of a bitch. He beat us. He used to beat our mother, too. He used to drink and whore out his paycheck and be gone for days at a time, shirking his responsibilities as a husband and father."

"He fucked up our family life a lot," adds James, his eyes suddenly far away. "Our mother became a shell of a person because she's not the confrontational type. She couldn't stand up for herself or us." This sounds familiar, and my heart breaks for my lovers. But James continues. "However, she was a good mother, even if she couldn't stand up to our father. She instilled in us a love of learning and reading. She made sure we got a good education."

"But it was too hard. One day, Amelia just up and left, didn't she, brother?" says Jack, trying to sound nonchalant. James nods, eyes narrowed. I wonder what he's seeing. Is he thinking about his mother's face?

"One day we came home from school and she was gone. I never saw her again. I can't blame her," Jack continues. "But it was still a very bad thing. We left, too. We were only sixteen, but it was better than living at home with that son of a bitch. We dropped out of school and ended up on the street, but we never stopped studying and reading. We always kept our minds busy. Even then, we knew that learning was important."

I realize that. That's why they don't sound like bullies. Jack and James are well-read, even if they don't have much formal education.

"But we had to feed," Jack adds with humor in his tone.

"You can guess what happened next, right?" asks James. I nod my head in agreement. It's pretty obvious.

"It started with petty crime," Jack explains, his hand resting on my waist. "Stealing food from grocery stores, that sort of thing. Then we started stealing items and selling them. Often to little old ladies, but," he stresses, seeing my shocked reaction, "they were rich and had lots of valuables. And our rule was never to leave anyone without a livelihood. And we never hurt anyone."

"Weren't you afraid of getting caught?". I ask them in amazement, in spite of myself.

"That's the point, princess," James growls, giving my thigh a little squeeze. "We found out we were good at it. Really good at it. We never got caught, not until today."

"We started moving up the ranks and making a name for ourselves. Some of the toughest criminals in this town would offer us huge sums of money for jobs they thought only we could handle," Jack drawls. "But we never stayed too long with any one group."

I nod, as if I understand.

"You see, eventually everyone gets caught. Even the best ones," Jack explains. "It's just a matter of time, so my brother and I prefer to stay out of the way. Laying low is the best way to lay low," he says. "It minimizes the chances of getting caught."

This makes sense to me, and I nod.