Dani threw a hand on her forehead, chest heaving as she rested on the cool concrete of Donatello’s lab.

“You alive?”

She lazily rolled her head in the direction of Raphael’s voice.  Her eyes roamed up the length of his body until they reached his smug face.  After closing her eyes and drawing in a deep breath, she considered his question.  Was she alive?  It was almost hard to tell after that out of body experience.  Jesus, she’d never came like that in her entire life.  Raphael’s devious tongue had turned her into a noodle.  She felt someone crouch beside her, and a rough hand gently tucked her disheveled hair behind her ear.  Cracking her eyes open, she was met with Donatello’s face right in hers.

“Let’s get you up,” he said.  He wedged his arms under her body and lifted her, holding her close to his chest as he carried her back over to the workbench.  He seated her on it and began to look her over.  “He made a mess of you, hm?”

That he did.  Her thighs were definitely a sticky mess that was rapidly cooling to the point of discomfort.  She felt trails of dried moisture down her face as well, and had zero doubt that her makeup was ruined.  Donatello ran a thumb across her cheek, beneath her glasses, probably further smudging her smeared mascara.  That tender gesture caused her cheeks to heat up.  She squeezed her thighs together as she felt the warmth of arousal ignite with a vengeance.

“What’s with that blushing?” he teased as his thumb continued to stroke her cheek.  Raphael stepped behind Donatello with a knowing smirk. 

“I think I know that look, Don,” the other turtle said, resting an arm on his brother’s shoulder.  “You thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?”

The sight of both of them towering over her like that only made matters worse, and the way Donatello nodded slowly in response to Raphael made her gulp.

“Wh… What are you two thinking?” she asked.

“Well, you already got off,” explained Raphael.  “Not really fair to the two of us, is it, Donnie?”

Donatello shook his head.  “Sorry, I have to agree with him on this one, Dan.”

A small whimper left Dani.  Her body was so sensitive that even their gaze on her had her on edge.  She wanted that more than anything.  She just… didn’t know how.  She could barely take Donatello at this point, where was she going to fit Raphael?  She ran through the possibilities in her mind, and the mental images she conjured were enough to hitch her breath.

“… Me too,” she whispered.

Raphael beamed, pulling away from Donatello to playfully punch his arm.

“Just one thing,” Donatello said.  “We can’t have the others hearing you.” 

He reached behind his head, tugging the ends of his mask.  When the fabric became untied, he held his glasses to pull it off and took a step closer to Dani.  She didn’t flinch or bat an eye as he leaned in, pulling it over her mouth as he tied it behind her head, effectively gagging her.  He fixed her hair, pulling it out from under the tie before tightening it and stepping back.

“You look so good like that,” he said.  “Doesn’t she, Raph?”

“Hm… Missin’ somethin’.”  He rubbed his chin then reached behind his own head.  The red fabric the he wore was removed.  He closed the distance enough to gather her arms and guide them behind her back to tie his bandana around her wrists.  “There we go.”

Dani squirmed in her restraints, clenching her thighs as she felt the slickness between her legs grow more prominent.  Once again, Donatello lifted her up, only to pass her to Raphael. 

He lowered himself onto the ground afterwards.  Once he was situated, he held his hands out.  Without question, Raphael dropped Dani into his arms, and Donatello repositioned her so that she was straddling him.  Feeling the hardness of his shell beneath her bare cunt had her whining behind her gag.  A chuckle came from Donatello, and he squeezed her thigh.

“Patience,” he said.  He leaned forward a little to reach behind her.  Her brows knit, wondering what he was doing until she heard the sound of a zipper.  A shimmy followed as he tried to get out of his pants despite the current position that he found himself in.  Of course, Dani was jostled in the process, and her eyes crossed from his plastron bumping against her clit.  That sweet friction was taken from her when Donatello lifted her up, but she didn’t have time to mourn it before she felt herself sinking down onto his cock.  Her moan was muffled by his mask, and her fists tightened behind her back as Donatello slowly stretched her out.

“Easy…  You’re doing good, Dani.”  His hushed praise went straight to her core and she clenched around him as she took more and more of his length.  She was still getting used to his size, and could count the number of times she had taken it on one hand at this point.  His thumbs rubbed soothing circles on her hips after she was fully seated on him.  “All good?”

She nodded.  She was grateful for Donatello’s patience and tenderness, as he was still careful with her despite the fact that it required all his restraint.  He kept his hold on her hips as he rocked backwards, laying back onto his shell.  Hands clamped down on Dani’s shoulders after he did this, and she tensed before remembering she was not alone with Donatello.

“Oh, Donnie’s stretched you real good, huh?” Raphael whispered.  Her pussy squeezed around Donatello’s shaft as his brother’s hot breath fanned her ear.  “Think you can take mine too?”

She bobbed her head, even if her answer wasn’t entirely truthful.  Did she think she could take a second thick, throbbing mutant turtle cock?  No one could blame her for having her doubts.  But did she want to?  More than anything.  Either way, her answer was good enough for Raphael.  The sharp sting of his hand striking her ass made her hiss.  She was pushed forward, and would have face-planted on Donatello’s chest if he didn’t catch her.  Those huge, three-fingered hands of Raphael’s palmed her cheeks, spreading them with his thumbs before he spat right in the cleft of her ass.  She groaned and shuddered at the feeling of the wad of spit trickling down her crack to the swollen lips of her stuffed cunt.  The broad tip of something pressed against her puckered hole, causing her to stiffen as she braced herself.  Donatello shushed her, rubbing her back as he held her against his chest.

“All that snugglin’ down there’s really makin’ me feel like the third wheel here, Don,” Raphael laughed.

“Perhaps that’s because you are, Raphael,” said Donatello.  “Don’t you forget it.”

Though she couldn’t see because her head was tucked under his chin, she could hear the mirth dripping from his tone.  She relaxed, and the moment she did, she felt that same something press into that tight ring of hers.  Though her eyes screwed shut, she tried not to tense up, knowing that clenching right now would only make it hurt.  She bit down on her gag as what she assumed was Raphael’s dick began to inch its way into her ass.  Tears pricked at her eyes and her fingernails dug into her palms, but it was pleasurable in spite of the pain.

“Fuck, that’s tight,” Raphael grunted.  His beefy hands now held her hips, and she swore his grip was strong enough she’d bruise as he pulled her back towards him.  “You ever hit it from back here?  Nice view, ‘sides your ugly mug down there.”

“Ha ha,” Donatello snarked.  “And for a matter of fact, I have.”  He eased his hold on Dani and pushed her so that she was sitting up again.  His hands slid up her sides, beneath her top so he could push it up.  He couldn’t take it off completely since her hands were bound, but he managed to get it over her head.  He bit his bottom lip as he adjusted his glasses to ogle her cleavage. “Now, this view?  I’d argue it’s even better… If only you’d get out the way.”

Hooking one arm around her waist, Raphael pulled Dani closer so that her back was against his chest.  He rested his chin on her shoulder and his free hand came up to palm her tit through her bra.

“Figured you’d get a busty one,” he mumbled as he kneaded her breast.  “He ever tell ya he used to grab big girl lingerie catalogs outta the gutters?”

“Oh, come on!” Donatello exclaimed, reaching up to knock Raphael’s hand off her chest.  “That was one time!  A-And besides... It was for research.”

“Yeah,” said Raphael.  The hand that had been knocked away pumped in the air so Dani could see the obscene gesture.  “‘Research.’”

The brotherly banter was endearing, but Dani was in a predicament.  She had two cocks in her and neither of them were moving.  She fussed behind her mask, only for her complaints to be stifled.  The ever-attentive Donatello noticed.

“What was that, Dan?” he asked, reaching up to pull the gag off her mouth.

“Cute story,” she said.  “But are you two going to fuck me or bicker?”

Her slightly breathless tone amused and aroused both turtles.  They shared a glance, and silently agreed to get on with the show.  Donatello gripped her hips while Raphael held her by the waist.  Donnie rocked forward on his shell as Raphael held her in place, then he rocked back to thrust up into her, causing Raphael’s cock to drag out of her in tandem.  She couldn’t suppress the low moan that the sensation drew out of her.

“Fix her gag,” Donatello said, and Raphael obliged.  Now that she was silenced again, they got back into the groove.  The first few times were slow; the feeling of one cock languidly pulling out of her as one eased its way in was agonizing.  To her delight, she didn't have to endure this sweet torment for long.  The rhythm gradually became more fluid until both cocks were pistoning into her.  The two worked like one of Donatello’s well-oiled machines.  One would bottom out, then the other; each fucking moans and sobs of pleasure out of her.  Her tits bounced with every thrust, the supple flesh inching out of her bra in the process, which Raphael really couldn’t see, but Donatello thoroughly enjoyed from his perspective.  All of this, plus her previous sensitivity from Raphael’s cunnilingus had her climax quickly welling inside.  She tried to stave it off, but it was only a matter of time before both holes clamped down as her pussy spasmed, gushing like a geyser around Donatello’s twitching cock.  He thrust upwards, erupting inside of her at the same time that Raphael pulled out and let his load splatter across her back.  Dani slumped forward, falling onto Donatello while Raphael dropped back with a grunt. 

The lab stood still as heavy breathing eventually regulated.  One of Donatello’s arms lazily reached behind Dani, tugging the tails of the red fabric to untie her arms.  Raphael crawled over to the side and brushed her hair out of the way so he could loosen the purple gag.  When her tired arms fell to Donatello’s sides, they both made an attempt to wipe her clean.  It wasn’t perfect, but it helped.

Dani consciousness waned as exhaustion set in.  Donatello opted not to get up just yet.  He instead began to rub her back again and kissed the top of her head.  Raphael rolled his eyes as he sat back.

“Makin’ me feel like a third wheel again, Donnie,” he mumbled.

At the sound of this, Dani stirred, mustering the effort to turn her attention to Raphael.  She offered him a weak smile and reached her hand towards him.  He suspiciously eyed it for a moment before taking it in his.

“Maybe next time you can be on bottom,” she whispered, voice hoarse from her efforts.  “I mean… If your brother ever feels generous.”

In spite of himself, Raphael smiled at this and gave her hand a little squeeze.  He lifted his eyes, meeting that of the other turtle.

“Well?”

Donatello shook his head, but he donned a soft smile of his own.  “We’ll see.”