©January 2002 by Bob Peale ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
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Mercifully they did not show up on Sunday, and Bev never got out of bed. The events of the last few days had taken their toll. She was exhausted, totally drained, and still feeling very guilty. She really was happy with Paul; although she liked the attention she got from other people, she'd never intended to act on any of it.
Tuesday night/Wednesday morning Bev had the most amazing dream. In it, the three painters came into her bathroom while she was showering, led her out still wet into her bedroom, and positioned her on her bed. Holding her arms wide, one of them spread her legs and started favoring her with long slow licks, totally saturating her outer lips and light downy pubic hair with warm saliva.
Waking, she opened her eyes lazily, the residue from her dream still with her enough that she could feel a tongue probing between her legs. In the dawning light of early morning she was able to discern two things: one, that she wasn't alone; and two, that her guests were naked. Chris and Ryan were standing at the foot of her bed looking at her, cocks hard, stroking purposefully.
Black and gray hair covered Ryan's chest and legs. His feet were spread wide as he handled his cock like a club, holding it thickly. This was the first time she'd actually seen Chris nude, but his body looked pretty much like she'd expected – lean and muscular, relatively hairless. His cock was longer than Ryan's but only about half as thick.
And the reason she still felt the gentle licks between her legs as she woke was because Junior WAS between them, his face firmly pressed against her sex, his hair tickling her inner thigh, and his tongue lapping at her feverishly. They'd undressed her while she slept, removing her nightgown and panties without making her stir.
Her first impulse was to cover her hands with her chest, but all that accomplished was to make her squirm when she came in contact with her nipples. She reached down to push Junior away but her hands rebelled, pulling him closer instead. He responded eagerly, using his tongue to part her lips and swirl around inside. She made soft mewling sounds, so totally given over to it that she draped her legs over his shoulders to grant him better access.
Chris and Ryan smiled and joined them on the bed, positioning themselves so that they were kneeling by her head. She opened her mouth to protest and instead moaned uncontrollably as both men reached down and trapped a nipple between thumb and forefinger. All three took her response as encouragement so Chris and Ryan pinched harder and Junior nibbled on her clit. She gasped, her breath ragged, her chest aching, aware that she was about to experience what she had been dreaming about.
She reached up and grabbed Chris and Ryan's hard cocks in her hand, jacking them off because it felt like the right thing to do. The sound of the telephone cut through them like a knife, causing all four of them to freeze, collectively hoping that they were imagining it. The phone continued to ring until Ryan leaned over and answered it.
"Matthews residence, can I help you?" He paused for a moment. "This is Ryan Cudgins." Another pause. "Why yes, hello Mr. Matthews, that's right, bright and early sir," he chuckled.
Bev was impressed with how calm he'd managed to sound.
