Steve and George were due at eight and they had asked that I be completely shaved, and shiny with oil. I got ready as I normally did - a nice shower with rose shower cream, which I would massage luxuriously into my breasts and nipples, imagining the fondling they would get later. I'd soap my pussy with huge care, make sure my ass was in perfect condition just in case, and resist all temptation to turn the shower head on my little pussy. It was hoping for a treat later, I didn't want to take the edge off. Once I'd done all that I covered myself generously with oil, rubbing it into all the little cracks and crevices and moaning a little bit in pleasure as I treated my clit to its share.
The two guys were no sooner in the room than they had me face down, ass up in the air and Steve was feeling my pussy and my tits from behind, stroking and groping and fondling, with wet oily hands.
"Oh very nice Baby," he was saying, "very nice indeed. Oh Yeah... lovely pussy, let's see what you can do for George and Steve, Baby..."
I moaned a little, enjoying the feeling of my fingered pussy, warm with oil and lust, being tweaked between his delicious question fingers. I pushed back onto his hand, enjoying him delving roughly into my soft, hungry flesh. And I moaned again as George's slid his long, slim cock into my throat, filling my face with the luscious sense and taste of mancock, manballs, manlust..
Straight down it went, into my throat, and he held my head on tight against his balls. "Suck that, baby,' he said, 'i can see you're gagging for it."
I wasn't gagging, I've learned to overcome that - but I pretended to. I could see he liked that. "Aw yes, choke on my fat cock honey..." so I kept up the pretense and made little squeaking noise to excite him.
"Oh she's a horny little prickteaser. Make her cum, Steve..., punish her horny ass," and as I swallowed on his turgid cock, feeling my throat muscles contract around it, Steve's insistent fingers parted and probed my pussy lips and slipped into my vagina. He had one had in me, working me, pleasuring me, the other rolling my little clitty, rubbing the hood and sliding in and out of my hungry pussy. He was groping and probing and pulling and rubbing, and my cum was building up. I started to moan as the spasms began, and Steve was in me feeling them build...
"Come on baby," he was urging, "we can see how much you want it... work for Daddy and you can have your reward..."
I moaned and wriggled. He was turning my pussy on so fast I was poring juices onto his hands.
"Here she cums, good girl Baby, look at her George, look how slutty she is, she's wet as a whore... come on honey baby, sweetie, cum like a good little girl for Daddy and Uncle George..." and I'm moaning and cumming as the cock comes out of my mouth and I can moan and beg at last..."oh God, I'm on the edge, Oh Christ, Oh God that's good, oh keep your fingers in me Daddy, feel Baby's pussy..." and his hands are in me and my pussy petals are on fire...
And then they've pulled me so I'm kneeling upright, and I feel my contracting pussy lowered onto a very long fat, rigid cock, filling my cunt utterly, like a ship in port, as I spasm and grip, holding me hard and rigid, as far in as it will go. My orgasm heightens as the fingers rub and probe at my clit, and then as I moan and scream Steve pushes my oiled titties together from behind and George starts to rub his prick between them, tittyfucking me like a whore.
I don't do tittyfucking. I start to fight - it's in the agreement. My cum is still sending spasms through my pussy but I start to fight, and that's when I remember there are two of them and one of me.