“We don’t want any spillage,” he jokes, and then moves in closer, his also-hard cock pushing against my arse as he moves my hair to one side and kisses up my neck, sinking his teeth in gently every now and then. I’m surrounded, feeling a little bit overwhelmed, but also loving having the undivided attention of these two guys and the feeling of them both hard against me, knowing that the next hour or two is going to be… well, I don’t what it’s going to be really, but I’m pretty sure it’ll be fun.
Dean breaks our kiss and pulls back a bit.
“Arms up”, he says, looking me in the eyes and smiling. I raise my arms, and he pulls the dress I’m wearing up and over my head. I’m wearing a bra, black, lace, that you can see my nipples through, and sheer black underwear that make it clear I had a full wax very recently. I feel a bit vulnerable being suddenly basically naked, but I don’t really get a second to think about that… Dean puts his hands on my hips and turns me so I’m facing Rob, who leans in to take up kissing me while Dean moves in closer, pressing his still-clothed cock up against my arse and sliding his hands up around me, between me and Rob, until he’s cupping my breasts through my bra, again squeezing harder than most people would. As Rob’s tongue and mine slide around each other, I reach down, unbuckling his belt and undoing his jeans, sliding everything down. His cock is rock hard, springing free from his clothes — I feel it hard and warm against me, and pull back from his mouth.
“I want that’, I say, and start lowering myself down until I’m on my knees at Rob’s feet. Dean, sensing what’s happening, has pulled back a bit, watching me as my tongue circles around the head of Rob’s cock. He knows only too well what that feels like, and his own cock gets even harder at the recollection of the sensation. Rob pulls his t-shirt off so he’s totally naked, taking a swig of the beer on the bench. Returning the bottle to the bench, he moves his hand down to rest on my head, just encouraging me a little. Holding his cock up, I run the tip of my tongue down the length of the underside and back up again, and then pull just the head into my mouth, sucking hard on that for a moment. Rob groans a little and Dean smiles.
“She really is pretty good at that”, he says.
Rob replies, “Fuck yes.”
I let go of the pressure and slide my mouth down Rob’s cock to the base, pulling it all in, so all he can feel is warm… wet… as he watch himself disappear into my mouth. Wrapping my arms around his hips, I pull him into me, searching for that last millimetre, holding for a second as I feel him in the back of my throat, and then pulling back up so I can breathe. Rob looks down and smiles.
“Don’t forget I’m not the only cock here.”
I turn slightly — Dean already has his shorts down, his different-but-equally-great cock hard and ready for me.
“Mmmm” — I can’t stop myself seeing that, and swing around fully, bringing just the tip of my tongue in contact with him. There’s a small drop of pre-cum just leaking out, and I scoop that up with my tongue with another “mmmm”. Dean slides his hand under my chin, stroking my face for a moment, and then sliding his thumb into my mouth and pulling down a little, so my mouth open further.
“Are you ready?” he asks, and I nod slightly, but he already knows the answer is yes.
With his thumb looped into my mouth, he pulls down on my jaw so I’m forced (but not-really-forced) to open my mouth wider. Holding it open, he pushes forward so his cock slides into my mouth, his other hand around the back of my head, pulling me into him so that I have to (and I want to) take all of him in one movement, the head of his cock suddenly in the back of my throat. He holds me there for a moment, pushing in just a little big further, both hands now in my hair, pulling me hard into him. Rob is watching, one hand on his cock stroking himself slowly, not even wanting anything himself at that moment, just enjoying watching how much I can take before I start gagging.
Dean pauses for a moment, just because he loves the sound, and then lets go of my head so I can pull back and breathe. Although he’s let go of me, his hand is still in my hair, and he uses that to turn my head back to Rob’s cock. I’m a little disoriented at this point, and can’t quite pull myself together to get my mouth back around Rob… but before I know what’s happening, Dean has wrapped his free hand around Rob’s cock and is guiding it into my mouth. I’m a bit floored by this — I know Rob has been pretty flexible in various contexts in the past, but I’m pretty sure this is the first time Dean has touched another guy’s genitals. But overtaking the surprise is my awareness of exactly how fucking hot this is, and I suck Rob’s cock back into my mouth, taking everything I can. Dean’s other hand is still on the back of my head, his fingers twisting my hair as he pushes me in a tiny bit further while also applying a little pressure to the hair he has twisted around his fingers, and then increasing the pressure – another thing he knows will have a particular effect on me. And it does. I groan a little, sucking in on Rob’s cock even more than before. He’s looking down intently, loving the sight of my blowjob being directed as much as the feel of my mouth around his hardness. I pull back a tiny bit, Dean letting me, which allows me to swirl my tongue around Rob’s cock, and then pull back a little more, opening my mouth so they can both see the fully rock hard cock resting on my tongue for a moment.
I take a second to breathe, letting them enjoy the sight, and then suck Rob’s cock back in, as much as possible, tightening around him, and then let got in a sudden movement, swinging back around and onto Dean’s cock, his hand in my hair loosening its grip as I move. He’s a little surprised, but goes with it, pushing into the back of my throat as my hungry mouth sucks him right the way in. I hold there again, sucking in tight, and then letting go. Pulling back, I smile.
“Drinks!”
Rising back onto my feet I find the wine that had been taken from me. I’m a little flustered… and totally turned on. As I’m drinking, Dean slides he hand between my legs, inside my knickers, over my smooth pussy, slipping a finger in between my lips.
“Is she wet?’, Rob asks.
“So wet”, Dean responds.
“Did you expect anything else?” I say, smiling.
Dean’s finger is sliding over my clit, pushing in a little. Rob moves in, reaches behind me to unhook my bra and letting it drop to the ground. He bends down to take one of my nipples in his mouth, flicking his tongue over it. I’m in heaven, all this attention just on me. I hold still, just letting them take what they want, thinking about the feeling of their different cocks in my mouth just moment before, the sensation of Dean’s fingers on my slick clit and Rob’s tongue on my nipple building up until I can’t hold it any more.
“I’m going to cum”, I whisper, to no one in particular.
Dean increases the pressure on my clit — he knows he’s nowhere near the limit for that, but he also knows what it takes to make me cum. Rob shifts up to kiss me, hard, slide his hand over my breast to squeeze my nipples in his fingers. It’s a different feeling from Dean’s fingers, but also amazing. For the first time, but not the last, I wonder if I can handle all this… but my body says ‘fuck yes!’, and I let myself surrender to it. As Rob kisses me deeper, I have one arm wrapped around his neck, pulling myself up as Dean is still caressing my clit, his mouth closing over the nipple that is closest to him. That’s the thing that pushes me over the edge, my body tensing as I groan into Rob’s mouth, the sensation overtaking my brain until I can just feel that and nothing else…
Dean’s holding me, knowing I’ll be a little limp as I come down from that orgasm. He smiles at me.
“You’re so fucking wet now”, he says. I turn to look at Rob, and he leans in to kiss me.
“So fucking hot”, he says, about nothing in particular, but also everything.
“Bed?” I ask, looking at him and then back at Dean.
“Hell yes”, they both say together. Grabbing my hand, Rob leads me into the bedroom.
“I’ll be there in a second”, Dean says… always on task, he’s checking everyone has drinks, and collects them all up to bring into the bedroom.
Rob and I move into the bedroom — it’s only a few steps. The side lights are on, so everything is clear enough but it’s not too bright. Rob’s cock is still hard — my hand grazes up it as I lean in to kiss him again, our tongues sliding around each other, then his teeth close down on my bottom lip and I let out a low moan. He pushes me back on the bed, so my feet are still on the floor but otherwise I’m lying flat. I’m down to just knickers, sheer, black — he can see the hint of my smooth mound through them. Standing between my legs, he looks down at me.
“How’s this going for you?” he asks.
“Fucking awesome”, I reply, smiling at him. “Come and make me cum again” I lift my hips just a little, inviting him.
Kneeling on the floor between my feet, he grabs my legs and pulls me towards him until my crotch is just in front of his face. Moving his head down, he licks up inside one thigh, slow, kissing, a little bite every now and then, until he’s nearly at my cunt… and then to the other thigh, teasing me. As he’s doing this, Dean walks in, taking everything in with a quick glance and a chuckle.
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