I glance over to the mirror and am amazed to see that Robert is being ass-fucked by an almost demented John at the same time as he is eating me out.
Where do these guys get their stamina??
I am so turned on that I come again. And again and again, my orgasms coursing through my juddering body, one tsunami after another.
I just can’t take any more and eventually wriggle out from under Robert’s insistent mouth.
John is fucking Robert’s ass like a jack-hammer, and Robert is on all fours, his cock quivering with each thrust. I kneel behind them and lightly caress John’s buttocks. I reach my other hand down to grasp Robert’s cock.
“Yes!” Robert rasps. “Jack me off! Make me cum!”
I run my hand lightly over the tip of Robert’s cock, then move to his balls, which are jiggling back and forth in time with John’s pounding.
I close my fingers around the base of Robert’s cock and gently squeeze. I move my clenched hand up the length of his pole and milk precum from its tip. I smooth the precum over the angry swollen crown of his cock, all the while stroking John’s upturned ass with my other hand.
“Smack me!” John cries, ” Smack me – HARD! ”
So I move my hand back and tentatively bring it down across his buttocks.
“HARDER!” he thunders, and soon I am raining hard smacks across his ass as he reams in and out of Robert’s body, straining for release.
And then I have a moment of inspiration. Still running my clenched left hand up and down the length of Robert’s erect penis, I put a finger of my right hand into my mouth to get it wet and then gently ease it into John’s tight puckered asshole.
“Oh, YES” says John, “Finger-fuck me! Make me cum!”
I push my finger deeper into his ass, and curl it downwards, feeling for his prostate. Soon I am massaging that sweet little walnut, making ‘come-hither’ gestures with my finger.
I feel like a puppeteer, guiding the two guys toward their climax.
John’s cock is flashing in and out of Robert’s ass, massaging his prostate with its tip, just as I am massaging John’s prostate with my finger. And just as Robert’s ass is squeezing John’s cock, I am squeezing Robert’s cock with my hand.
I watch the three of us in the mirror, mesmerized.
“I’m going to cum!” growls John, and he pulls his greasy cock out of Robert’s upturned ass, and kneels beside me.
I quickly reach my right hand down to his cock, and start to jerk him off, in exact time with my left hand, which is still flashing up and down Robert’s swollen sceptre.
I am now in the lotus position between them, exactly as I was at the start of the dream, except that I now have a hard cock in each hand, straining for release.
John gasps “Cumming” and then Robert’s cock spurts a thick stream of jism up over my left boob. John’s cock almost simultaneously explodes, releasing thick ropes of urgent cum in hot licks all over the right hand side of my torso. I am amazed at how much cum the two of them pulse over me, at how many convulsions they have.
“Please don’t stop” murmurs Robert. So I keep squeezing my cum-covered hands over the sensitive crowns of their cocks, coaxing gradually diminishing spurts of cream from each of them, until they finally fall forward and start to lick their cum off my body.
They tongue-kiss each other, they tongue-kiss me, their mouths salty with cum, and we all fall back, covered in sweat and contentment, onto the yoga-mat.
And that’s how I wake up, hot and sweaty, on top of my duvet, wondering where they have disappeared to.
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