The Story Of Gilly Gee Pt 03

Saturday

This story is pure fiction -- all participants in anything remotely sexual are over 18 years of age.

Gilly's Mother gave her a sex manual and sex toys for her 18th birthday. At the school dance she was well fucked by two fellow students and gave them both a well deserved blow job. She was still home 15 minutes before curfew.

Gilly? You awake?"

"Noooo! Wassa time?"

"Just gone 8. I'm starting breakfast. Come down in your dressing gown. You can go back to bed for an hour or so after, while I get myself ready."

I plonked myself down at the breakfast table some five minutes later, all bleary eyed and very aware of how much fun I'd had the previous evening. I didn't feel in the least bit bad or even embarrassed about it. I reached for my pills.

"Oh no! That's just what I didn't need right now!" I exclaimed rather louder than absolutely necessary.

Mum turned in alarm.

"You didn't forget your pill, did you?" she asked worriedly.

"No Mum, not that. Just that this is my last proper pill. I really don't want to have my period the first week of the school holiday."

"You can not take the placebos and go straight onto the next pack tomorrow then you won't have a period." she suggested.

"Should I have known that?" I asked in surprise.

I hadn't noticed that in the paperwork.

"Girls don't need to know that but real women do. It makes everything so much easier. Just take today's pill and throw the rest away. Start a new pack in the morning and do the same when you take the last proper pill in that packet. I haven't had a period in years."

The spectre of not enjoying Paul and Roger for a week evaporated instantly. I smiled happily.

"Thanks Mum, err... you need to get ready? Are you going out then?"

"Henry's taking me up to town. We're meeting up with Tom then going to the V&A. There's an exhibition on we'd all like to see. Theatre this evening then the National Gallery tomorrow. Home early evening tomorrow. You can manage for a couple of days? I'm sure Paul and Roger won't let you get lonely." she chuckled, "now you go back to bed for an hour or so. The taxi is coming for me at 10:30 and I'll call you before I go, OK?"

So many things flashed through my mind in the following milliseconds that I didn't respond instantly. I smiled inwardly.

"I'll be fine, Mum, thanks."

I rose and headed for the door in a bit of a daze. I'd just reached the kitchen door and was about to open it.

"I won't be here to remind you to take your pill tomorrow morning. Henry and Tom will remind me. You'd better ask Roger or Paul or both to remind you. Now wouldn't be a good time to forget," she chuckled understandingly.

I smiled delightedly.

"I'll do that! Thanks Mum. You have a good time in town."

"I always have a good time with Henry and Tom, dear. You have a good time with Roger and Paul, now try to get some more rest. I'll call you before I leave."

I was sleepy and confused as I mounted the stairs. Tom? Wasn't he Mum's gentleman friend before Charles and Charles was the one before Henry? Slipping my dressing gown off I climbed into bed and instantly fell to sleep.

"Gilly! It's 25 past 10. I'm off now. Taxi will be here any minute. There's plenty of food in the fridge and the larder. Enjoy your weekend."

"Thanks Mum, you too," I replied.

I remained in bed until I heard Mum call up the stairs that the taxi had arrived. I swung my legs over the side of my bed and sat for a few moments shaking my head to ensure I wasn't dreaming and headed for a quick shower.

I was still standing in front of my big mirror wondering what best to wear when the doorbell chimed, it was exactly 11:00am. Pulling on my dressing gown I skipped delightedly down the stairs.

I only realised that I hadn't tied the belt as I opened the door...

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"I'm thinking your Mum's not in?" observed Paul as he gazed happily at the space between the open sides of my dressing-gown after I'd let them in and closed the door.

I very consciously stood a little straighter, sucked my tummy in and eased my shoulders back. I felt my nipples harden even more, my areola puckered eagerly and my breasts ached with a desire to be caressed.

"Yes," I giggled happily, "obviously. She said she'd call me before she went out. She went out at 10:30 and called me at 10:25! What kind of Mother would only leave a daughter half an hour to get ready to see her boyfriends?"

"The kind of Mother that tells said boyfriends they would probably have more fun with her daughter if they waited until 11?" chuckled Roger, "can I have a cuddle and a kiss?"

Paul stepped behind me, Roger in front. Paul slipped my dressing-gown from my shoulders and all three of us watched as it fell to the carpet.

"You're both overdressed!"

"We've undressed you. It's now your job to undress us," decided Paul.

I led them into the conservatory.

"There's a lot of glass around. We going to be OK, naked and all that?" questioned Roger.

"Of course, silly. Why would I get naked with two guys where my neighbours could watch? I'm not an exhibitionist, well not yet anyway. We're not over looked in the conservatory nor the top of the garden. Now, who's first to be undressed, by me?"

I had two offers instantly.

"OK, rock paper scissors. Best of three."

Paul won.

Paul, if you remember, had a slightly shorter cock than Roger but it was quite a bit fatter, filled my cunny very nicely. Paul was also shorter than Roger, just a little, maybe an inch, inch and a half and he was wider, much more muscular although Roger wasn't anything like a wimp. As my Mum had observed over breakfast, 'nice looking pair of Lads, could do a lot worse.' I had to agree.

I had no intention of rushing. I had the best part of two days to enjoy their company and carte blanch from my Mother to enjoy myself, although the boys didn't know that and I wasn't sure if I would tell them immediately.

I started on the buttons of Paul's shirt.

"OK, what had you two planned for the day, before my Mother threw a spanner in your works?" I giggled.

"My Dad's away for the weekend and said Roger could stay over..."

"In case he got scared of the dark at night," interrupted Roger gleefully.

"Planned on walking around for a little to get a feel of how you felt about last night and... if all was well take you back to mine for some fun. Have you home early so your Mum would let us see you tomorrow."

"And what sort of fun were you hoping for?" I teased as I pulled Paul's shirt out of his trousers, folded it neatly and placed it tidily on a chair seat.

I knelt at his feet and reached for his belt buckle.

"Weeelll? I'm waiting. What kind of fun?" I giggled, undoing his belt, button and zip.

"Well, y'know..."

"Well, I will if you tell me. Otherwise it might not be worth me stripping you naked, will it? Planning on playing Draughts? Dominoes? Beat your neighbour out of doors?"

"We were hoping to get you naked and fuck you like we did last night," chimed in Roger eagerly.

Pulling Paul's trousers down I helped him step out of them and left them in an untidy heap beside me as I went back up for his boxers. I had to unhook them from his stiff cock before I could slide them down his legs. I did that by sense of touch only, my eyes were glued to his hard, erect, dribbling cock. Mine for the next twenty four hours at least! I licked my lips.

"That all for me?"

"Yeah! And as often as you want until we have to get respectable!"

"Sit down," I suggested sweetly.

He sat in the chair and parted his legs easily as I moved between them. This would be the second time I'd taken his cock into my mouth with the full intention of sucking him off. My Mother's words came back to me.

"I go down on you... you go down on me... deal?"

"Deal... absolutely! I'll go down on you first if you like, taste of things to cum? And I owe you one from last night." he sniggered delightedly.

I liked Paul, good looking, intelligent, polite, danced like a dream and he realised that sex was a two way street. Give and receive. The kind of guy Mother had told me to look out for. I suddenly liked Paul a great deal!

"No, me first this time, that will leave you more time to recover enough to fuck me, properly, deal?"

"Double deal, for as long as you wish."

Roger said something but I ignored him. His turn would cum, after I'd swallowed Paul's spunk. Dipping my head I licked around the glistening head of his magnificent cock and giggled delightedly when he groaned with pleasure. Paul's cock was beautiful, as I've said. Not quite so long as Roger's but a fair bit fatter. That being said it wasn't as big as some of the bananas I'd been practicing on and nowhere near the size of my latest dildo. Opening my mouth wide I bobbed my head downwards. Paul's cock hit the back of my mouth and I steered it into my throat. I swallowed quickly and pushed it deeper.

"Ohh FUCK!" exclaimed Paul with surprise.

I swallowed a few times to get my throat used to having a cock, rather than a banana, inside it then drew back slowly. I made it 'pop' as it came out of my mouth.

"This is only my second day of sucking cock. The first was last night. If I'm not doing it correctly or I can do it better, please tell me."

Bobbing my head down again I took his cock deeper still into my throat.

"Ohhh, sweet Jesus! That's incredible," Paul groaned satisfyingly.

'Can't be that bad then', I thought to myself and pushed it a little deeper. I started working my throat muscles as Mum had suggested in one of our long discussions and was delighted to hear more happy sounds from Paul. Regrettably Paul didn't last very many moments after that. Just two further bobs of my head, his cock going deeper with each, and he started to thrust his hips up awkwardly. I couldn't take him so deep but he started to unload down my throat anyway, which was good.

I backed up a little each time his cock pulsed and managed to get his last load from just against my lips. A chance to savour a proper taste. Delicious! I now understood why my Mother told me that sucking cock and taking the full load into my mouth was great fun and very satisfying. I tried to keep that last load in my mouth, pushing it around with my tongue for as long as possible.

Looking up at Paul I was shocked to see how tired he looked. Exhausted! Eyes closed and chest heaving!

"You OK?" I mumbled still trying to retain his spunk so that I could show him.

His eyes opened slowly. He gazed into my eyes as if on another planet. I poked out my tongue, flat and hopefully with a little pool of his spunk in the hollow and showed him. He grinned with delight. Drawing it back into my mouth I made a great show of swallowing it then licked my lips salaciously.

"You taste nice," I told him as I wiped my lips over the head of his softening cock.

"Gilly," he said solemnly, "if I never get a blow-job better than that I'll still die a very happy man! That was out of this world! It cannot have been only your second day? Kiss?"

"A kiss? That's a bit personal," I teased as I pulled myself off the floor and onto his lap, "I'll have to try it and see."

We mashed our mouths together. His tongue pushed mine aside as he tried to put it where his cock had so recently been. I wrestled his tongue out of mine's way and returned the attempt eagerly then a movement caught the corner of my eye. I broke away from Paul's wonderful mouth.

"Roger! Stop that this minute! You are NOT to go off half cock before I'm ready! Now put it away, I'll be with you in a few more moments! And put your pants and trousers on properly. I'm going to remove them not you!"

I went back to snogging Paul urgently until I felt his hand cupping my tit.

"Bad Boy!" I breathed into his mouth.

"Yeah! And you're a Good Girl," he breathed back and pinched my nipple, hard!

I squeaked loudly. He chuckled wickedly and did it again, harder. I flopped back onto his shoulder and moaned softly. Little shivers were rushing up and down my spine. Had my Mother warned me about that? I trembled in his arms and kissed him deeply. Other than that I didn't move for quite a few moments.

"You properly dressed yet Roger?"

"Yes Gilly."

I held out my arm.

"Good, come and help me up. Your turn."

He was there in a flash. His arm went under mine and behind my back. His other arm slid under my legs as he lifted me bodily from Paul's lap.

"Don't go away!" I told Paul as Roger swung me around to hold me facing him. He gently lowered me to the carpet.

"First time last night?" he questioned delightedly, "we decided last night, after walking you home, that you must have had a very experienced lover for a long time. That's why you took no notice of any of us guys at school."

"First time last night, promise. Tell you about it later, after coffee, if you're really interested. Now let me get you naked. I hope you haven't done any lasting damage with your unauthorised wanking," I giggled.

As I've already said, Roger is taller and slimmer than Paul and his cock reflects the difference. Not that it was too long nor too slim. It was my very first cock. The first I'd seen, touched, placed into my mouth and welcomed into my cunt. It had taken my virginity in all respects other than actually piercing my hymen.

His shirt was off in a trice. Apparently 'dressed properly' didn't include fastening his belt or zipping his flies. I didn't chastise him but knelt eagerly and pulled his jeans and boxers down in one smooth, swift move. As he lifted each foot I pulled the jean leg, boxer leg and sock off. Job done in less that a minute. I remained knelt before him.

His cock was flaccid. Looking most forlorn, dangling over his full balls. No damage then! I thought to myself delightedly.

Advice from my Mother 1 -- 'suck his balls empty then he'll fuck you longer and harder'.

I looked forward to testing the premise over the weekend.

Taking the foreskin between finger and thumb I lifted the forlorn looking cock, dipped my head and licked lovingly all the way down the underside to his ball sac. I wondered idly if I could encourage both of them to keep their cock and balls nice and smooth as did I with my cunt. I sucked one big ball into my mouth and moved it around carefully with my tongue.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh Myyyyy Godddd" came from above.

A pair of big hands rested comfortably on my head as I released that ball, temporarily, with a loud 'pop' and sucked the other into my mouth. I could feel stirrings of cock between finger and thumb and moved my mouth between the balls for much more than a minute. All the while the big hands were encouragingly helping me to remain in that area. I was tempted to try for both balls in my mouth at once but decided not to risk hurting them, first time.

The shaft was rapidly becoming self supporting and I really wanted to run my tongue tip under the foreskin and feel the dome of his cock head entrapped and growing in it's bid for freedom. Releasing his balls I kissed my way up the growing shaft and sucked the cock-head between my lips. My tongue probed. To my great delight I was in time! A little pool of pre-cum was trapped 'twixt cock-head and foreskin. I dipped my tongue in, like a hummingbird seeking out nectar. There was too little to lap but enough to enjoy. I felt the long string sag against my lips as I drew the slippery, stretchy substance back into my mouth and onto my taste buds. Not much taste but a delicious feeling, I decided.

Looking up into Roger's face I saw him smiling happily down at me. He blew me a kiss. I blew one back. Placing my lips back on his cock-head I sucked it carefully into my mouth like a very fat length of spaghetti. I kept sucking and watching Roger's pleasure as his cock grew, fatter and longer in my mouth. As soon as there was enough strength to support itself I started to bob my head up and down, feeding the growing length deeper into my throat as it grew. Roger started to rock with me. He held my head quite firmly in his hands and fed his cock in and out of my throat, very tenderly.

"That OK?"

I couldn't answer. I had my mouth full of cock... I nodded eagerly.

Between us we fed his long, slim, smooth cock deeper and deeper into my throat. I didn't need to do anything, just relax and enjoy. With Roger doing all the work I wasn't able to use my throat muscles and didn't need to do the swallowing trick as his cock was never still enough.

I felt good. It felt good. The cock slid in and out at the speed that suited Roger. I had no responsibility and could give way to my own pleasure. I considered stroking my clitty and thought better of it. I wanted to concentrate on what was happening in and around my mouth. I listened to Roger's breathing. It was getting faster, shallower. His movement was becoming more jerky, more aggressive. His hands held my head more firmly. He was fucking my face and was soon going to cum. I could have moved, stopped it, taken back control but I didn't want to. A piece of me wanted to be dominated. I was loving it!

"I'm cummingggg Gilly!" he sobbed.

Instantly his hips thrust forward driving his cock as deep as it would go. His pelvic bone pressed hard against my nose. His hands clamped tight against the back of my head and his cock pumped semen straight down my throat without so much as touching the sides. Pump! Pump! Pump! Pump!

I sucked air into my lungs as best I could through nose and mouth until his cock was flaccid again and he slipped it out. I caught it before it fully escaped and ran my tongue naughtily under the foreskin, teasing the purple head.

Advice from my Mother 2 -- Play with your men and they will play with you. If he doesn't he is the wrong man. I questioned the plurality of the advice and was told 'there is nothing wrong with pleasing men as long as you don't object to them pleasing women'.

Roger seemed totally out of it. His body was still shaking! Looking up I saw his eyes were closed and he was trying to drag air into his lungs like a drowning man. I felt good! Very good and kept watching his face while my tongue enjoyed playing inside his foreskin.

He opened his eyes. A look of utter horror flashed across his face. That shook me to the core. Horror?

"Gilly! I'm so, so sorry!" he blurted out emotionally.

I continued smiling delightedly despite my surprise.

"For?"

"I shouldn't have done that. But it just felt so good! Incredible and I lost control completely. Forgive me? Please?"

Inside I glowed, full of pride! I'd sucked him off so well he lost control! How good was that?

I continued to look up into his sorry face and allowed my smile to morph into a fake frown.

"So what you're saying is that, when you go down on me, you'll not be doing your very best to pleasure me because you don't want it to be so good that I loose control?"

"What? No! Of course not! It's just that... I mean ... Paul! Help me out here!"

"It's not complicated Rog, Gilly is top of the class in every subject because she always gives her best. We need to give her our best and make sure we continue to improve. I think we've found our perfect girl! We just need to ensure we are her perfect guys."

Those words were music to my ears. Paul was exactly correct. Sexual pleasure was most certainly a two way, if not a three way thing. Blowing Paul a heart felt kiss I raised my hand.

"Help me up, please."

Roger pulled me into his arms and pressed my naked breasts against his bare chest. It felt good to be in his arms. We kissed, chastely.

"I'll always try me very best, I promise. If I can do something a little differently to make it better, tell me. OK?" he said quietly.

"Goes for me too," added Paul as he stood behind me and pressed his naked body hard against mine.

He kissed my neck. I shuddered with pleasure. Roger kissed my lips and I returned it hungrily. Two naked men holding my naked body close. It felt wonderful. Thanks MUM! It was worth waiting for.