Chapter 3: Open Invitation
After he had serviced me so well with his mouth, I felt it only fair to invite Peter to take me first. He knelt between my knees; I took hold of his tool and guided him into my welcoming pussy. He wasted no time and sunk himself all the way, paused a while then started off pumping slowly but soon speeded up. I could feel his urgency rapidly building and it wasn't long before he thrust as far as he could and I felt his tool ejaculating his sperm into my depths.
Poor guy must have been on the boil after that session with his mouth but he had given me an explosive orgasm so I forgave him his urgency. But I needed more now, so as soon as he got up, I beckoned his twin. Paul had been in the background all the way: he hesitated almost shyly. Holding my arms out to him I said, "Love me, Paul. Just come and love me."
He needed no further encouragement and settled himself between my spread legs and entered me enthusiastically but before he started pumping he took a hold of my breasts and began to suckle on my nipple. I pressed his head closer and my body tingled with this extra stimulation as he filled his mouth with my sensitive flesh.
Meanwhile, Matthew had been slowly stroking his erection: he got down near my face and offered his tool to my mouth. The head was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum and glistening in the dim light. I took hold of the proffered hard meat and licked it clean, pulling back the foreskin to expose the head. I sank my mouth around it, feeling the contours of the pulsing veins. As I was working with my tongue and lips, I was running my hand up and down the slick shaft and tenderly cupping and tugging on his testicles.
By now Paul had overcome any inhibitions he may have felt and his tool, penetrating me to the hilt and pulling almost all the way out before plunging to my depths again. Matt took a gentle hold on my head and started fucking my face. I felt so loved as these two wonderful pricks filled my pussy and mouth, with my breasts being mauled and teased, all combining to stoke up the fires in my belly again.
With a groan Paul increased the rhythm of his strokes, straining to pump his seed deep within my womb as my body arched to meet him. Matt, too, seemed near to climax so I sank my mouth down his tool as much as I could – I wanted to take him into my throat but our bodies were at the wrong angle so I contented myself with matching his movements, taking as much as I could, revelling in the sensations as two rampant pricks deposited their loads almost simultaneously.
I kept Matt's sperm in my mouth, savouring the slippery texture then partially sat up and opened my mouth to show my trophy to them all, some of it dribbled out the corner of my mouth. "Stay like that!" cried Peter as he came over and kissed me, thrusting his tongue deep inside, duelling with my tongue as we fought for the last drop, passing the growing ball back and forth. I don't know what Peter was feeling but to me the action sharing the sperm of one of my brothers with another was just so deliciously wicked.
We eventually broke our kiss and, as we parted, we both licked our lips at exactly the same time. We smiled and then started chuckling. I was suddenly overcome by a fit of the giggles: I don't know what was so funny but every time I looked at Peter, he licked his lips and we'd both collapse in a heap again.
It took me a few minutes to get over it and then I noticed Mark. He was kneeling with the rest of my boys, holding that prodigious piece of manflesh in my direction with a hopeful look in his eye. Poor lad must have been feeling a little left-out, but I had saved the best for last and now I felt I could take on that monster. But I was going to be in charge on this one.
I stood up noticing the covers below me had a large wet patch and feeling another wet trickle running down my thigh. I drained my glass and poured another, taking a quick swig from that, too.