Let me take a moment to say I am not a size queen. I love cock. All shapes, all sizes. My husband has a beautiful 8 incher. My lover, at about half that, just hits all my right spots and makes my toes curl and legs shake consistently. We connect in ways I don't with anyone else and that's part of what makes the sex so great. Use what you got like a master and don't worry about the semantics.
I sat on the edge of the bed hot, sweaty, and still catching my breath. My eyes were tired and blurry, but I was able to focus enough to see the 3 beautiful hard cocks throbbing in front of my face. I grabbed the one directly in front of me, Mister "Taking My Sweet Damned Time" and pulled it closer. Oh ladies it was perfect. Long, thick, the vein running down like a perfectly marbled piece of meat. The thick fleshy head was swollen and begging for attention.
I wrapped my lips and tongue around it, sucked hard like a Blow Pop. I took him all the way to the back of my throat before sliding it all the way out. Kissing the tip and running my tongue over its length, it was thick and heavy in my hand. I held his plums in my other hand and squeezed tight until he moaned. Cocks bobbed in my periphery, voices buzzed, but my brain was too tired to translate and I was in the zone. Mister "Taking His Sweet Damned Time" was going to pay.
From behind, my lovers soft hand was on my back stroking me while I made a meal out of this dick. My mouth was up and down, hand squeezing him firm and jerking the shaft, massagin as I worked it. Going all the way to the tip before sliding back to the base. I was licking and sucking his balls individually, popping them out one by one, then both in my mouth at the same time, rolling my tongue around them. His moaning was getting louder and his cock harder in my mouth. Yesssss, here it comes. I sucked harder, pumped faster.
Come on! Come on!
My evil grin surfaced.
He started moaning and begging and I felt him go rigid. I pulled my mouth off, grabbed him by the base of his cock and squeezed...hard. It jerked in my hand trying desperately to squirt in my face, but I held tight, feeling him strain. I watched the engorged purple head of his cock throb and strain and try its hardest to spit at me. He was pushing his hips forward humping my hand and trying to make it happen.
Nooooo, it wasn't time for him to cum yet.
I heard him groan, then whimper, then shake as his knees buckled under him.
Yeah, I'm that evil.
I felt my lover slip off the bed behind me and at the same moment I was grabbed by the back of my thighs. My view of the wall tilted quickly to a view of the ceiling. I felt like an astronaut being tilted into position ready for blast off. Ground control to Major Tom. Do astronauts have those moving chair things or am I remembering wrong?
Anyway...
I saw fleeting glimpse of my lover leaving the room. A few minutes later the sound of water running. Oh fine, go take a shower without me. I had more immediate situations to deal with anyway.
Hands under my thighs rolled me onto my back. The guys on either side had each grabbed me behind a knee and continued pulling my legs back. I was a victim of pornographic judo! They crawled up on the bed next to me and my poor prone holes now hovered over the edge of the bed. There was a rather vindictive looking cock aimed at me. The question of the moment being, where was it going?
Oh, let me take a quick minute here. I've had some questioning about my usage of so many pronouns and a lack of proper names. The fact is, I'm not going to use real names so I can protect the guilty. I could make up names, but then I'd have to keep track of them and you'd need a scorecard. All that really matters, in this particular instance, is me, the raging hard-ons set on corrupting my purity, and our lively escapades. I guess I could call them Thing 1, Thing 2, and Thing 3, but then you'd need a diagram, or maybe signs, and a certain PhD Feline in a Chapeau may take exception to me hijacking the names (Dr. Seuss anyone?). So, we shall make the best of it. By the way my tenses change too as I go from then to now in my head. Flashbacks!
Now back to the ravaging of my innocence. Lol.
