When she’d gained her breath back, she looked at the lads and said, “Okay, here’s the way it’s going to go. We’ll have various events, I’ll let you know what they are when they come up. Each event will be worth up to three points. Okay?” The guys nodded. “And there will be an additional three points for how well you satisfy me.”
Tom interrupted, “You mean how big an orgasm you have?”
Gayle smiled, “You just lost a point there. If you don’t know how to satisfy a woman without asking, you can’t possibly be a good lover.” Tom began to protest, but Gayle talked right over him. “But in the interest of fairness, here’s the gist. Yes, making me come, big, is part of it and don’t worry, you won’t have any problem making me come. But more than that, it’s how much I like what you do with me, in addition to simply fucking me. Got it?”
“I guess so.”
“And there will be another three points for creativity. Great lovers surprise their partner, keep it interesting. Agreed?” Both guys nodded, ‘sure.’ Gayle got a piece of notepaper, wrote their names at the top, then listed, ‘Kissing.’ 3 points for Curt, 1 for Tom. And she put the penalty on for Tom. “Now, it’s time to start. I want both of you to take off your clothes. I want to see the kind of bodies you have.”
This was the breaking point, when the horses might refuse the jump. It wasn’t that they hadn’t seen each other naked before, plenty of locker rooms were in their past. And, once, they had each witnessed the other making love when they had picked up a pair of girls. But, as the old cliché goes, ‘this was different.’
Tom started first, taking off his coat and unraveling his tie. Gayle indicated to Curt he should undress at the same time, and he also disrobed. When Tom was down to the last garment, Gayle suggested he keep that on, Curt stopped at the same point. And there were the two men, naked except for loincloths, standing before the woman. She stood, felt the skin of each.
Tom was hard, muscular, thin. His skin had a sense of well oiled leather, tense yet giving. Gayle looked forward to this body next to hers. Curt, on the other hand, was softer, not out of shape but padded. She compared his corium to fine cotton, not quite silky but very smooth. This man also was interesting. She decided not to throw either one of them out of bed. Body: Three points for Tom, two for Curt.
“You both pass. Very, very nice indeed. Go ahead and sit down. Now, I need to take a few minutes to get ready. I won’t be long. Watch ESPN or something while I’m in the bathroom, okay?”
She grabbed the bag containing the present she’d purchased earlier in the day for her husband, felt she could make better use of it this evening and disappeared into the bath. She attempted to hurry, but no woman worth her salt is ever going to enter into coition without preparing herself. The teeth were brushed, the body wiped with a damp cloth, and she realized the crevice between her legs was already sodden and odorous with anticipation. Quickly she stroked at the skin around her labia with a razor, eliminating the three-day old stubble she knew would irritate her lovers. For a second she admired her naked body in the mirrors, glad she’d never been a glutton and that even in her mid-forties she still carried a desirable carcass. And then she donned her gift, a black baby doll adorned with red ribbons that covered her bosom but divided to exhibit her belly, and pulled the matching g-string up her legs. Most of the fabric was silken, but the regions covering her breasts and mons were crisscrossed strips, showing everything yet nothing, deadly camouflage.
Returning to the main room, Gayle found the two men lounging in their underwear — Tom in white boxers, Curt in blue and white striped briefs — as if it was the most normal thing in their lives. In fact for the first few moments after she disappeared the boys were nervous, anticipating the sport, but as minutes passed it seemed just another Sunday morning lounging in their shared apartment, cereal boxes on the table, sports on the tube, and until she reappeared they almost forgot the incident. But there she was, not the most beautiful woman they’d ever been with, but striking in her semi-nudeness. “You like?” she asked. Neither made any effort to hide their lust, and Gayle realized their hidden bulges were growing in their keenness to possess her.
“Either of you need to use the toilet before we get started?”
“Yeah, I think I will,” Tom declared, and he strode off to the bathroom.
Gayle sat in Curt’s lap. “Well, we may as well get started, this event is petting,” and she bent her head up. For a few minutes they simply kissed, then Curt’s hands began to roam, first up her thighs, then across her belly and finally to her breast. He enjoyed the heft of her natural teat, then found a nipple had peeped it’s way through the netting and was in need of encouragement. And so he bent his head to suck gently on the nib. Gayle leaned back, relaxed in the warmth of his kiss, and the nipple extended. Curt’s hand descended and for the first time felt her pubis. He played with the ribbons of the panties, then with his fingers began stroking the tender skin and the strip of hair she’d left as ornamentation, pulling on it gently. Gayle couldn’t remember when a man had last done that, and appreciated the sensation of her skin being stretched taut.
It was then that Tom returned and demanded, “Okay, my turn now.” Curt desisted, realizing he had to share nicely, and Gayle shifted to the other side of the couch, reclining on top of Tom’s body.
“Curt’s got me all warmed up for you,” she said, and Tom took it from there. Like Curt, he started with a kiss but again it was hard, almost brutal, and Gayle sensed how much he wanted her. But he didn’t allow his lips to remain on hers, he moved first to an earlobe and nibbled on it, then bent to her breast, a little too quickly. Unlike Curt, he lifted it out of the flimsy covering and first sucked on the nipple hard, then bit it. It wasn’t a nibble, it was a frank crunch, and Gayle’s entire body went taut. She didn’t scream or ask him to stop and he continued to bite, even harder, getting a wheeze from her. She stayed with him, pleasuring in the pain until it became too much and she whispered, ‘gentle.’ Tom’s hand descended quickly across her belly, dove into her undies and his fingers were suddenly covering the labia. She expected him to flick the clitoris but, instead, he began a rapid twitching in and out of her moistness, never penetrating more than an inch. It had its effect, and although Gayle didn’t have her first orgasm of the evening, a flash of warmth emanated from the two erogenous zones currently being stimulated. After some time of this Tom began to shift his hands in preparation for deeper drilling. Gayle tightly closed her thighs, halting Tom’s efforts, and slipped off his lap into the center of the couch.
She adjusted her bra so the exposed breast was once again covered and wrote on the scorecard, ‘Petting, Tom 3, Curt 2,’ then commanded, “Okay, it’s time to see what else the two of you’ve got. Stand up.” They did, both facing her. “Drop your drawers.” Both hesitated, then did as she bid.
Gayle had a great deal of experience in the differences between tools, but she knew all men are effectively the same. Oh, there’s occasionally a prick that’s so short it fails to penetrate or so long it pounds against the cervix annoyingly, skinny to the point it is ineffective or thick to the effect that it stretches a willing vagina to the onset of pain, but most dicks are, very simply, large enough. Both Tom and Curt’s utensils were so designed and both were circumcised. Gayle motioned them closer, and took the genitals into her hands. Curt’s wand, as expected, was silkier than Tom’s, perhaps half an inch longer and the erection had more of an upward tilt. That wasn’t to say Tom’s wasn’t pleasant to the touch; in fact, there was just enough roughness to ensure that during intercourse a sense of friction would be imparted, probably increasing the woman’s pleasure.
The opposing testicles were also slightly different. Tom’s sac was loose, dropping more than three inches, holding large balls, whereas Curt’s was drawn up into his body, taut and yielding only slightly.
“Next event,” Gayle declared, “the Blow Job.” She led them to the bed, drew down the spread and exposed the sheet. “While I’m taking care of one of you, I want the other to pleasure me. But you’re not allowed to touch my panties, okay?” She got Curt to lay down on his back and took the phallus into her mouth. Gayle had always felt this event was the one she was lacking at, and in honesty this was the one she enjoyed the least because it was all about the guy and normally while she took care of the man her own passionate zones were ignored. But tonight, because of the second man, it was likely to be different.
She started by gently trying to draw Curt’s testicles into her mouth, and found the tight skin crinkled. Curt seemed to enjoy the attention, and when she stroked the rod with her hand, she found the tip was moist with pre-cum. She then licked the length of the phallus, and when she took the head between her lips the taste of the fluid was brackish. She began to work in earnest, trying to see how long it would be until Curt begged her to stop — the ability to last was a key to being a great lover.
While she was bobbing for sperm, Tom first unsnapped her lingerie and disrobed her top, then began to massage her breasts. He enjoyed the way her boobs sagged slightly, something he hadn’t seen yet in the young women that had been his prey up to this point except, of course, for the fat ones. This woman was different, and quite pleasant actually. He stroked around the rotund breasts, memorizing their geometry and that of the valley between them, then petted her belly and the small of her back attempting to excite her. He recalled an exercise a coed had taught him, and he slipped off the bed and caught Gayle’s foot in his hands. Then he stroked the sole of her foot with his teeth, eliciting an involuntary jerk of the leg which he barely was able to control with the brute strength of his arms. When her spasm subsided he began to suck, beginning with her big toe and continuing toe by toe to the smallest. When he finished with her right foot, he simply moved to her left. Each time he started a new digit, she gave a slight involuntary jolt of pleasure, and occasionally moaned.
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