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"The referee blows the whistle, and that's half-time, everyone!"

What was supposed to be a lull in the action was the greatest moment of anticipation for Becca.

"But stick around, because you don't want to miss our half-time entertainment: your own River City Marching Band is ready to take the field and put on a performance for the ages!"

She didn't feel any guilt about the fact that she was getting ready to leave her seat; she'd catch the first few moments of the performance, anyway.

After all, she and her friends wanted to wait and let the walkways fill with other fans before they bothered trying to fight against the moving sea of people.

Ron and Rob would be glad for the extra cover, knowing what Becca was up to.

"I know you two were hesitant before, but it feels like you're starting to come around to my idea," Becca mentioned, her two hands resting on the covered bulges of the men sitting on either side of her. "It's gonna be hard for me to be blunt when the music starts, so...you two gonna give me a signal? Consent is pretty hot."

Full, twitching cocks would have been enough of a sign for most, but Becca could still see some hesitance in Rob. The younger of the two maned wolves was a little less experienced, but seeing that his older brother wasn't as rattled by the idea, he was trying to match Ron step for step.

It was easier said than done, and Ron himself had a little trouble believing the offer that Becca made them, but if she was being sincere--and by all accounts, she was--he wasn't going to pass up the chance to turn the doe into the meat of their coming sandwich.

"I think you can feel all the consent you need to feel from me," Ron spoke up first. "But if you want to hear me say it, I'm happy to confirm it for you: I'm game."

Ron wasn't the kind of person to push his brother into something he was uncomfortable with, but he was still shooting a knowing glance across Becky's body, capturing Rob's attention.

It would be a rare opportunity for the boys, perhaps once in a lifetime: he didn't want to let this one slip through his fingers.

"How am I supposed to say no when you're j-just fondling it like that?" Rob asked, turning Becky's gaze back toward him and the impressive, tented sight of his member. "Already feels so good, and you're offering us something even better..."

"Good boys," Becky teased, pretending for even an instant that she'd still be in control when the trio found a little privacy. "Looks like the door of opportunity just opened for us...better step through before it closes again."

A typical half-time at a college football game was only twenty minutes, and they'd already wasted three of those, just waiting for the rest of the crowd to empty out of their seats and flood the causeways.

The extra bodies to hide behind created a chaotic situation for the trio to move through, allowing them to blend seamlessly into the rest of the fans, drawing less attention to themselves as they shared anticipating glances, back and forth.

That Becca was holding each brother, capturing one of each of their paws in her own, didn't do anything to differentiate them from the other groups and couples that were wandering around the upper ring of the stadium. Concession stands and gift shops blended together as Becca rushed past them, looking for any place that grant them the privacy that they needed, but the bathrooms would be too obvious, and the small gaps between the shops were teeming with fans.

Pushing her hips a little wider in her strut and keeping the boys' full attention as she led them along, Becca was all confidence, self-assured that an opportunity would present itself.

Ron was doing his best to match her confidence, not wanting his younger brother to see that he was every bit as nervous as he was giddy; his smile blurred those lines well enough that Rob felt like he was the only one still concerned about getting caught in the act.

"No...no... definitely no," Becca dismissed several options, but keeping their short time in mind, she finally caught sight of a janitor leaving a supply closet down one of the gaps behind the concession stands.

The bolt of the door never clicked back into place.

"And bingo ," she declared, giving Rob and Ron a firm tug by the tips of her fingers.

Knowing that even a stiff breeze would be enough to shut and lock the door, she dashed across a river of other bodies, giggling the whole way and leaving Rob and Ron to throw out a series of "excuse me" and "pardon me" apologies for every person they bumped on the way through.

Wedging her foot into the gap just in the nick of time, Becca looked back to the pair of maned wolves, giving them a knowing look.

"We clear?"

Their taller postures allowed them to better scan the crowd and ensure that no on-lookers were paying attention.

"Seems it to me," Ron suggested. "But in here?"

"Trust me," Becca answered simply. "This'll be perfect."

Whether he was more experienced than his brother or not, Ron was getting a crash course in just how much kinkier Becca was than any other girl he'd slept with.

Thanks to her teasing through the 2nd quarter of the game, rubbing his knee and stroking the inside of his thigh, he was primed and ready to rise to the occasion...and a quick glance at his own brother's crotch showed that Rob was ready to have the experience of a lifetime.

"Well, come on, then!" Becca snapped the pair back to attention, swinging the door open with her foot and tugging once more. The maned wolves fell into line behind her, moving past the partially cracked door without another word; the last thing they wanted to do was rouse any suspicion.

The door clicked closed behind them, locking from the inside. As long as they were quick, they'd have all the privacy they could have wanted, but the countdown was on--Becca knew they'd taken up five minutes finding a place to be alone.

Fifteen minutes for these boys to get me off? She wondered. Should ought to be long enough...as long as they're as enthusiastic as they are handsome.

She'd picked a wonderful looking pair: The taller, skinnier Rob was the younger of the maned wolves, but true to his species, his limbs were especially long, giving him the appearance of being even taller than he already was.

A slightly darker mane of brown, closer to a proper black, was left to grow longer in his youth, and a pair of glasses took some of the intimidating edge away from his otherwise impressive height, but Becca wouldn't have allowed herself to be frightened by height, alone.

Ron had the gift of girth working in his favor. Standing just a bit shorter than his brother despite being the older of the pair, he'd put a little more work into his physique, challenging the slender stereotype that came along with maned wolves, as a species...and a broad, thick chest and lifted shoulders gave him the appearance of someone who should have been on the field right then, instead of hiding away in a broom closet.

"Hmm...age before beauty is the expression, right?"

In the moment of truth, Ron wasn't able to find his voice. Other than the now eerily distant roar of the stadium around them and the fanfare of the band, there were no sounds.

Their breathing was too quiet to be heard, and no voices came, until Becca spoke up, and the slow, curious stroke of her digits reached out to Ron, capturing the buckle of his belt.

"So we'll start with you," she turned to Ron, cupping his bulge with her other palm and feeling up the twitching, willing flesh of his cock. "You look strong , big guy...you feelin' strong today?"

Ron didn't want to sound like a dork in front of his younger brother, much less in front of the girl that was raising all kinds of questions about how close the brothers really were.

"Definitely feeling something ," Ron settled on that answer, and Becca's quick giggle was all the assurance he needed to be carried along; the continued stroke of his sack was a welcome bonus. "I suppose you need me to put these arms to good use?"

"They're a part of the equation, but I intend to put a lot more than that to good work," she explained. "A full body workout is something you're familiar with, I'm sure."

Flustered, but unable to help rising to the occasion, Ron was fully erect before Becca actually managed to pull away his belt and unfasten his buckle. The tip of his cock was already catching the edge of his boxers, tugging on the elastic as Becca worked them away, but the reward for her efforts was the naked, dripping sight of his manhood, offering her a bead of precum at first freedom.

She didn't have to drop all the way to her knees to steal her first taste. The boys stood head and shoulders above Becca, making it easy for her just to bend her knees and squat down slightly, capturing that warm, tender flesh between her lips.

"She's really doing it ," Rob took the role of commentary as he watched, bewildered...as if all of Becca's previous offers had been nothing but bluster. "Dude, she...s-she's actually sucking your cock!"

The taboo of watching his own brother's cock twitch throb was momentarily lost on Rob, who found the entire situation a little larger than life.

Smiling around the very tip, Becca allowed the weight of her giggle to tease Ron's flesh. "Just for a moment," she whispered, but her lips didn't seal a second time.

Keeping them parted, the doe moved her way down the underside of the shaft with the flat of her tongue, soaking the offered flesh _just_enough for her spittle to linger...and on the way up, she took a trail of kisses across the top of his shaft, until she had another bead of precum to savor.

She took her time clearing that drop away, wanting to learn the flavor of the older brother before she turned her attention back to the younger.

"After all, it would be rude if I left you hanging the whole time, wouldn't it?" she asked, staying down low and turning so her muzzle would brush gently over his covered, pulsing bulge. "I promise that there's more than enough of me to go around, if you two are willing to share."

That was the plan from the beginning: a rough, hard breeding with two cocks buried as deep within her as her own body would allow. She didn't think she'd have such an easy time finding a pair that would take her up on the idea--less still that she'd be lucky enough to find a pair of handsome brothers to work her over--but she was taking that chance and running with it, unbuckling Rob's belt in a breath.

She hoped there would be a second encounter, when she could take her time with stripping those clothes away and pushing his jeans down to the floor, but she didn't want to give the janitor a chance to come back and interrupt their fun.

Even if I could talk my way out of that one, I'm not sure I can handle three guys at once, she joked with herself. Not unless I really know all of them, anyway.

Her relationship with the maned wolves was young and fleeting, at best, but that was good enough for her to open her mouth wide, giving Rob a playful grin from her squatted posture.

"This isn't your first one, is it?" she asked, capturing the base of his shaft and moving forward all the same, her lips draping over the head of his quivering member.

Ron looked over, snickering at his brother to cover up his own boiling nerves. "Is it, Rob?" he asked, wanting to poke fun at the younger maned wolf, but he stopped short of actual contact.

Becca had that covered, as she kept one paw at the base of Rob's length. Her tongue swirled around the tip of his cock until she was comfortable with the unique shape and smooth skin against the roof of her mouth, until she could gently bob her head against the shaft.

Letting spittle run all the way down to the base and over his sack, Becca was doing a quick and dirty job of it, but she didn't have time to dawdle. Even as Rob stifled a groan and Ron watched with greedy anticipation, Becca was pushing her thumbs into the sides of her tight, tiny shorts, making sure that she captured the waistline of her panties, as well.

She wanted to make a proper show of it: to strip for the boys and dare them to ravage her but...there simply wasn't time for that. The soaking, dangling strand of arousal, spilling from between her thighs would have to suffice, but it did far more than that for Ron.

"She's really into it, dude...look how much you're turning her on!"

His eyes followed that tiny, glistening strand to the floor, but Becca captured his attention again as she pried her lips away from Rob's delicious flesh.

"Trust me, you two are doing things to me that I won't have time to describe," she admitted. "But wouldn't you rather feel them?"

She didn't wait for an answer then, either. She was already pulling the hem of her shirt up and over her head, but nails raked at her own flesh, capturing the cups of her brassier along the way.

Much as she wanted to make more of an event of the act, there was a unique and wonderful sensuality to the idea of rushing through such an act. She needed to milk the most out of every second, and her naked body was quick to lean into Ron.

One paw was holding the excess fluff at his chest...the other, a bottle of lube, gently clutched as to not spill any of the tiny, needed supply.

"Whatever you wanna let me feel, I...I'm game for," Ron admitted, stuttering to feel Becca's domineering grip against his chest. "Just tell me what you need."

"I need you to lift me up," Becca said, bringing attention back to his strength. "You're gonna be the anchor...and your brother is gonna help you rock the boat. Deal?"

Ron was curious how Becca was planning on splitting them, given her smaller stature, but as she leapt right at him and forced him to catch her, his natural posture hiked her body up and pulled her legs up and over his hips.

Just by virtue of her pounce, the tip of Ron's cock, still drooling, kissed against the petals of her womanhood, forcing the pair to shudder in place; it was a necessary test of Ron's strength and endurance, as Rob watched from the corner, wondering how Becca was planning to work him into the fold.

His inexperience was endearing to her, but he was going to have the more intimate story to tell: her tailhole wasn't spoken for, and it was the only seat left on the ride.

"You sure you've g-got me?" Becca asked, wrapping one arm around Ron's neck.

His paws were settled just under her rump, lifting her hips in and toward his body. The tip of his cock pressed between her folds, sliding up and into her womanhood by the virtue of their posture; soaking wet and eager as she'd ever been, it was a deliciously effortless penetration.

"Pretty sure you're n-not going anywhere ," Ron claimed, still riddled with disbelief that she'd just jumped quite literally into his arms, and almost literally onto his cock. "You feel secure?"

"I feel f-fucking amazing, and that's all I really care about," Becca confessed. "Rob...get over here already!"

She should have kept her eyes turned back to the younger brother, if only to help guide him into place.

He was quick to answer her call, and though he was still quivering with obvious nerves, the tip of his cock came to settle against the offered, puckering warmth of Becca's asshole, adequately prepared from an evening of toying the night before.

Looking back to Ron and forcing her passions onto his lips in a deep, domineering kiss, Becca could think of no other way to silence herself as she felt the pressure of Rob's cock against her rear entrance. Her fumbling efforts to reach back with her other paw and guide the weight of his shaft only helped to keep him in line for a thrust, and the lube, spilled blindly, only managed to kiss and graze the tip of his flesh and the sides of his shaft before she lost her grip on the bottle.

Driven by the chance, a nervous Rob stepped in closer, spearing the smaller doe on his cock and trapping her body between the eager brothers.

"Oh...o-oh, fuck...I didn't mean to...mnnnf!"

Rob didn't have the good fortune to lock lips with Becca, forced to carry the burden of his sudden, overwhelming pleasure in the sound of an overt moan.

Stifling it was a difficult task to begin with...and that was only on the first thrust.

"Maybe gimme a t-tap if that was too much?" he asked, his voice tickling the back of Becca's ear with a delightfully frustrating sensation.

She enjoyed that steamy warmth, of course, but she didn't want anything to take away from the sheer fullness of that moment. Suspended between a pair of long, thick cocks, her body settled against a pair of men that simply dwarfed her size, she couldn't imagine being able to take another inch...

...But she couldn't bring herself to tap Rob in reply, when she was enjoying the feeling of his pulsing flesh in the grips of her tailhole.

"Slmnf..."

Breaking her kiss with Ron for just a moment, she looked back over her shoulder, the narrowed gaze sharing desperate lust with Rob before she uttered a single word.

"Slowly," she clarified. "Nice and slow...you two are... really f-fucking big...so gimme a minute to adjust."

For their part, the boys needed a moment to adjust, as well. Being the anchor, Ron pushed his legs a little further apart to take the brunt of the weight, but he was bashful to know that he'd be holding steady so his own brother could thrust against him.

The taboo of the moment wasn't lost on Rob, and it utterly thrilled Becca, but as Rob stepped in closer, easing the entirety of his cock into the tiny doe, all parties were in agreement that they were having too much fun to turn back.

From within, they'd filled Becca so snug that the brothers could feel each other: every throb of their cocks radiated with enough vigor to be felt in the other passage. When Ron finally took the initiative and bucked his hips up against Becca, rocking her body back into Rob, the taller maned wolf supported her upper back and wrapped his arms around the front of her body, cupping her breasts and holding her in place.

Her own body was being used for purchase as Rob found his stride and the pair found their rhythm; pinned between the eager boys and giving them a chance to become comfortable with the entire situation.

They'd never get all the way there, and feeling his knuckles press into Ron's chest, the brothers were engaged in new forms of intimacy. Sandwiched into the middle of everything and helpless to break herself free of the vice, Becca tried to capture Ron's lips again, but missed the mark.

"Oh...f-fuck...that's the way, boys...now you're g-getting it!" she cried out, knowing what a risk she took by letting her voice get the better of her.

She was far past the point of caring about any consequences. Leaning her face into Ron's shoulder, she nibbled at his flesh, drooling against his fur and leaving a stain on his body that was only a preview of the mess that they would make before all was said and done.

With every thrust, they came a little closer to that outcome, but no one was rushing toward the finish line. They were a team, with Ron holding his position and rocking back against Becca as she was naturally pushed forward.

From the other side, Rob was providing all the sway they would ever need, pumping the length of his cock against the slowly relaxing body of the doe. Inner muscles were delighted to have practiced the night before, and for the same, Becca was able to appreciate the tiny bit of pain and pressure that came with having her ass so completely stuffed, instead of struggling her way through it.

On the other end, the increased pressure and presence of Ron's cock was filling her womanhood beyond what she thought it could properly handle...watching the outline of his manhood bulge against her slender tummy was absolutely melting what was left of her conscious thoughts.

This is fine, she tried to think. Just letting two brothers rearrange my guts at a football game where the janitor could walk in on us at any time...no biggie.

She wanted to remind herself that it was nothing short of amazing, but those words came through her voice, instead, as the normally burgeoning weight of her orgasm crashed down against her, coming with a gravity that she couldn't prepare for.

"Ron..."

Feeling his lips kiss against the long, pink locks of her hair in a surprisingly affectionate gesture, Becca was rendered limp in his arms, little more than a toy for the brothers to share--something they were doing a wonderful job of.

"Rob..."

His palms squeezed against her soft, supple chest, cupping the perky flesh of each breast and rubbing gently at her nipples at the peak of his every thrust.

"Keep g-going," she urged them, unable to contribute more than the clutches of her inner walls and the desperate, heavenly sound of her voice. "Please...o-oh, fuck! Please go faster," she begged them, but already, plentiful juices were spilling down her inner thighs and onto Ron's legs as she pushed for the excess of her climax. "Don't you d-dare stop! Keep f-fucking going!"

Somehow, the doe was still the dominant party, with Rob wincing his eyes tight and fighting back against his own climax. Feeling inner muscles seize around his cock in a way he'd never known before, he couldn't help going balls deep into the welcoming heat of her tailhole...but even as his legs tensed and his release struck his body, he found a way to keep thrusting, pouring his cum across the inside of her ass.

Staggered, uneven and desperate, Rob's thrusts were still _perfect_for Becca, as she leaned her squirming body into Ron for needed support.

He, too, was on the verge of burning out, and feeling her squirted juices spray against the tender flesh of his sack at the very peak of her release, he didn't make any secrets about the same.

"Becca, y-you...you just-

"Damn right I did," she whispered, feverish and fast. "Now it's your turn."

Spilling his seed in Becca's tailhole, Rob didn't face the burden of risk, but another tight, messy squelch around his shaft was more than Ron could take.

Having the cum milked right out of his body, he pumped until his entire body went rigid, forcing the first long, slick gush of seed from the end of his cock.

With twin tools buried completely within her body, Becca struggled to find the air to praise the talented brothers.

With his knees wobbling, Rob struggled to find the strength to stand...and at the end of it all was Ron, forced to take the brunt of the load into the wall behind him.

His length finally softened just enough to fall free of Becca's womanhood, letting a streak of ejaculate spill to the floor and join an already impressive puddle of their collective messes.

"You, uh...y-you two are smothering me," Ron managed to squeak out, before a giggle forced another stream of cum to spill from Becca's petals.

"Oh, dude! My bad!" Rob pulled back slightly, all while a still dizzied Becca giggled her way down to the floor, only to find that her legs were too wobbly to stand on.

Literally fucked silly, she only laughed when the puddle splattered under her rump; a literal coating of the consequences of her actions.

"You okay, Becca?" Ron knelt right in front of her, looking panicked.

"Y...yeah...I think so," she said, knowing that she would be just fine, once she had a chance to catch her breath.

From behind, Rob knelt down and hugged her around the torso, leaving the trio huddled together in the tiny, intimate space.

"Let's hear it one more time for the River City Marching Band!" the announcer said, as the real world crept back in, one word at a time. "Have you ever seen such an amazing half-time show?!"