My sensual criminals
Two angels and a princess

Gritting my teeth in rage and disappointment, I reach into my pants while leaning with one hand on the bathroom tiles. My dick is hard as a rock and I'm dying for Ariana. Besides, she looked divine tonight in that nothing slip. We didn't even get a chance to enjoy it. To rip off that gorgeous lace nightie and fill her up like we usually do. Fuck me.

"Ariana," I whisper her name, savoring it on my lips. I clench my fist around my throbbing rod and remember what it was like to have her tight, virginal pussy surrounded by her tight, virginal pussy, and her even tighter, virginal asshole. Her pretty little mouth sucking my cock all the way down her throat and licking my balls. I start pumping my rod as I visualize her huge, soft tits and the way they swayed and bounced as James and I fucked her. She had cum so hard with both of our cocks inside her that her ass had convulsed around my cock as she screamed with pleasure.

I pump harder, my face turning into a mask of agony, will I ever fuck that beautiful mouth again as I watch my brother fuck her ass so hard it makes her squirt like a hose? My balls clench against my buttocks as I feel the semen boiling inside me. I moan as I remember her soft curves and the way her ass jiggled with the impact of our fucking. I remember the arch of her back as we got her on all fours, her huge tits swaying beneath her, the big nipples tight and hard. I squeeze my cock harder as I pump faster, but my hand will never be as tight around my cock as Ariana's ass. The way she had milked me so well, making me explode with a roar.

I'm furious, horny and sad as I jerk my cock harder and harder, thinking of all the ways I would have liked to say goodbye to our princess. But as my balls convulse and the semen begins to spurt, I imagine a whole new scenario. We're here in the safe house, in our quarters. I'm on my back, and she's covered in oil, lying on top of me with her back against my torso, ass impaled on my cock as I slide her up and down, milking my cock. And on top of her is James, pumping her pussy at the same time. He's kissing her while I fondle those huge tits. The three of us form a perfect symbiosis, moving and sliding together as we all cum with fervent relief. I moan as cum shoots out of my cock and spreads in thick ropes across my abs and pecs. I keep pumping as it erupts forcefully, my balls convulsing against my hand each time it's at the base.

Slowly, my breathing stops. I clutch my shaft, feeling my heartbeat through the thick veins of the rod, still throbbing and convulsing from my intense orgasm. I thought doing this would make me feel better, but instead, I feel more miserable. I open my eyes, look around the bare white bathroom and my heart shrinks. Here I will never be in the presence of an angel.

As I groom myself, I know we've made a big mistake; we were given a chance to be better men and to have this beautiful goddess in our midst, and we blew it. That fantasy I had, with the three of us making love and living here together? It will never come true. I close my eyes in resignation. I feel even more miserable now, but at least I've cum. That cum belonged to Ariana and Ariana alone, so in a way I've wasted it. But at least it's done. It was my way of making peace with my decision.

A sudden knock on the door brings me out of my reverie. I tuck my cock back into my pants and turn on the faucet to let the water gush out.

"Jack? Are you okay?" my brother says to me from the other side. I clear my throat and open the door to look at him. He looks worried, and I don't like it. The roles have switched.

"I'll be fine," I tell him, patting him on the shoulder. "You won't call the police because that's not who she is. But we have to warn the others. We have to go."

James nods and starts walking ahead of me toward the common room, where the crew awaits. They're a motley bunch, from guys who look like huge Secret Service guys to scrawny kids barely over fifteen. But don't be fooled. The little guys are always the fiercest and often seem immune to pain, which makes them scary motherfuckers.

I climb up on the dais next to my brother.

"We have to go," he says without introduction. "Quickly. Right now. After today's report on the news, it's not safe to stay here."

"They've never come here before," comes a voice with a heavy Polish accent from the back of the room. "They've never even suspected this place."

"True," I reply. "But nevertheless. We're leaving. Tonight."

"Where to?" another voice emerges from the My brother shrugs.

group.

"To a new place. We've scouted it out and it's safe. We'll give you the address in a moment, but just so you know, we're moving there under the guise of a new investment. It will give us cover and, at the same time, do some good. More details later."

"Start packing your things," Jack continues. "And as always, leave one at a time, by different routes."

The men nod and stand up. They are professionals. Moving around is part of the job, and none of us get attached to people, places or things. I turn to Jack with a grim smile.

"You've done well. No need to mention her."

His eyes turn moody.

"Yeah, right," he says in a gruff voice. We get out and get to work.

One thing is certain: this new location will provide more security and secrecy, and is part of a new business venture. We are actually setting up a foundation, called the Robin Hood Fund. It's supposed to do good in the world, and steer us away from our criminal ways. But it's too late for Ariana. Any hope of involving her in the effort is dead and gone.

I look at my brother as he gathers his things. He is tense and unhappy, by the expression on his jaw and the dull look in his eyes. I know he feels our loss as much as I do. After all, discovering Ariana was unexpected, from her sweet disposition to her fondness for two men. When will we replace that again?

Probably never. Anyone we meet in the future will be nothing compared to Ariana. Never again will we be able to experience the rapture of madness of fucking that girl at the same time. Never again will we join together to satisfy a little sex goddess who needs not one, but two daddies strung up to pound her until she cums. Never again will we be able to hold her, own her and protect her as her goodness and purity seep into us and make us better men. The last thing I see is her perfect, beautiful face, looking up at us with those bulging eyes and those long brown curls. It is the last image I allow myself before I put her out of my mind and out of my heart forever. ARIANA

It's been three months and I haven't heard from Jack and James. Not a word. That night, as I sobbed in the bathroom, trying to calm down, I thought they would wait. Instead, I got the surprise of my life. Bleary-eyed, I went back outside, ready to inform the twins that I would help them rob my father blind. It was a big leap, because even though I hate Harrison, he's still my father. It's hard to betray the man you've considered your father after a lifetime of living under his roof. But when I opened the bedroom door, the twins were gone. Jack and James had vanished, as usual, but this time I knew it was for good. But why? Pain and regret coursed through my veins. Why didn't I say yes immediately? Of course they had left; they had just given away all their secrets in the hope of letting me into their lives, and I had turned them down.

Pain gripped me. I had let them down. They probably thought they couldn't trust me, and the worst part was that I understood why. Sobbing, I collapsed in a heap as my pain came out in painful keels and whimpers. In fact, I continued sobbing for most of the weekend, locking myself in my bedroom to suffer alone.

When my parents returned from the Hamptons, the situation got even worse, because it was clear that that weekend had done nothing to improve my home life. My mother's faint hope to work on her marriage to my father and talk some sense into him about my college fund had failed. They had fought all weekend; that much was evident by my mother's slamming doors and choking sobs from her bedroom.