You should read part I first.
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After I cleaned the cum off my face, I returned to the living room the guys had obtained for partying. For me. For wild sex. Wow!
"I've never done two guys at once. Why don't you two, Baldy and Glasses (But I just pointed, it would be rude to call them that) stand here?"
I dropped a pillow on the floor and knelt down, totally nude, my crimson locks flowing down my back as my green irises stared at two swollen cocks. My ruby bush proved mine was a natural color. I took one in each hand, and stroked them. Then I went left and gave a brief lick, then right for a repeat.
I continued that pattern, taking one guy into my mouth while I fisted the other, then swapping penises and duplicating the motion. Sort of an oscillating osculation, I guess. Left had a thicker member, right's head looked more conical from my perspective. So not a perfect duplication, but you get the idea.
I tried not to spend too much time with either tool in my mouth, as I thought the visual and manual stimulation would improve with constant movement.
I felt them both swelling at the same time, and I jerked both of them rapidly.
"That's it, cum on my tits! Show me some Jiz!"
They answered with a pair of veritable fountains, long slow streams from the left, a staccato burst of globules from the right. I wore a pearl necklace before I could blink, but I didn't need to, they hit my mouth and boobs and not my eyes.
I leaned left and sucked the last drops out, then right to lick him clean. They shrank in my hands, and soon I held two twigs instead of two tree trunks. Two dicks at once! Wow, what a rush!
I swirled their baby goo on my fingers and skimmed some milk up and to my mouth.
"Anyone want a taste?" I asked innocently. "I don't want to swallow it all by myself if anyone wants to share." There were no takers.
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The Indian doctor had won me for the night. We headed back to his room, and I coquettishly interdigitated my fingers with his and bumped my butt against him.
"Since I'm going to fuck you, don't you think I should know your name?" I asked.
"Pramod Kumar Julka," he flashed that wonderful smile. "You can call me Kumar, that's what most people do."
"I'm not most people," I shot back, with another little butt bump. "I'm calling you Pramod. Did I say that right?"
"Close enough, I think," he replied, with an attempt to bump me back. That led to an awkward pedagogical meander, as we tried to walk and bump at the same time.
"So tell me about my buddy Pramod," I said. "I want to know all about him."
I learned he had graduated top of his class in Mumbai, which I figured meant he worked hard as well as being brilliant. He was married to a woman his parents had arranged for him, and he had already seen more of me than he had of her on their wedding night. He officially followed Hindu teachings, but since I believe that kindness and love rule everything, and he did too, I guessed we were all right. My sister would have bugged him about all the God's names, but that's her, not me.
He opened his door, and led me in with a flourish. Once the door closed behind me, he got a lot more aggressive, and quickly pushed me against the wall and kissed me. I could feel his erection as he groped my breasts, and so I pushed him back.
"Hold on, Gandhi. Before you rip my clothes off, tell me what you expect. Especially tell me if you have any kinky stuff you want to try that you don't want to share with your buds. I'm here for adventure and sex, remember, so I want to do any little thing you want." I smiled and leaned over to kiss him, and did a little return groping myself.
"I've never done anything like this, Silky. I have spent my life in school and working. My wife and I have very perfunctory sex..." He looked down, and his voice got soft. "I've never done much of anything with a woman... especially one as beautiful as you."
"Watch out, Pramod. Talk like that might get me naked. Oh, wait, I'm going to get naked anyway. But you can certainly call me beautiful all you want."
We had walked into the bedroom by then, and again I was amazed that the grownup had more anxiety than me.
"Why don't I try telling you what to do, and you tell me how you like it?"
"Sounds wonderful," he said, as we embraced and kissed long and hard.
"OK, let's start with you undressing me," I smiled into his eyes. "Most guys like that, but aren't so good at it. Unbutton my blouse, one button at a time. You already saw me do it, so you should be able to."
"Yes, but my fingers weren't shaking then," He replied as he managed to get the first one open.
He continued as I praised him, and he calmed as he went. He pushed it behind my shoulders and I shrugged it off.
"Now unbutton my jeans," I whispered into his ear as I nibbled on it.
I noticed the incense like smell he had. Not bad, just exotic. I already had soaked my panties, so he must be doing something right.
It only took a few seconds to have those in a pile at my feet, and I stepped out of them and guided his arms around me.
"Now unsnap my bra while you kiss me again."
As it came loose, I pulled his hands up to cup my boobs. "Just gently squeeze them. Do you like how they feel?"
"I've never felt anything so soft and smooth," He sighed.
