Suzanne Comes Again Ch. 03

All was still.

I looked at Rob. Looked at Jim.

"Come hither," I said breathlessly. Was this a request? A command? An expression of desire?

How could I possibly have said "come hither"?

In any other situation the crew, all of them, would have burst out with laughter and made fun of my excessive intellectual tendencies, my instinctive fondness for preposterous, archaic, overwrought words, out of place in the provincial, small-town world that was theirs. But it didn't seem to matter here and now.

Instead they obeyed.

I saw Rob shoot Sharon a quick look, which she acknowledged with a nod.

He made his way over, balls hanging, but penis still hard and moving from side to side as he walked.

My eyes met Jim's and I arched my eyebrows.

He walked over as well. They assembled on both sides of me.

I extended a hand to each of their cocks, felt their balls underneath, slowly caressed them. These ardent tools of pleasure were both mine for the next stretch, however long I could manage it. I looked at one, then the other, then their owners with what I knew they would regard as a wanton smile.

Rob was half-hard, Jim not at all. I stroked them, spending more time on Jim, looking from one guy to the other while I attended to their pleasure organs. My head spun. Two penises at hand. Soon to be in my mouth. Soon to be impaling me. I swallowed hard and squeezed my groin.

When Jim had lengthened pretty well, I took him in my mouth. They were both kneeling on the bed next to me now, I could actually keep a hand on Rob while I sucked Jim and vice versa.

The logistics and placement of everyone would sometimes be an issue among us tonight and many times during the next days, but it was not something that ever stymied us. We moved around, adapted, anyone who wanted pleasure - or was providing it - made sure they were in the right place.

Jim's penis felt so nice with my lips around it. I went slowly, not too much attention at first, I had all night and knew things would speed up on their own. I licked the underside of his shaft, balls to tip, little teasing licks until his cock was bobbing stiff.

Then I turned to Rob. I had kept a hand on him, but not with a lot of attention, and his hardness had lessened a little.

Light lip work, reveling in the feel of his rounded cock in my mouth. His firm hairy scrotum was in for a good nuzzle, that intoxicating sweaty, ballsy smell. I inhaled deeply. A look up to Rob, his eyes fixed on me and my work. A hand still on Jim's prick too. I gave it a squeeze.

I wanted to do this all night, but there was no way either of these increasingly erect cocks would be able to hold out for long, even taking turns, even after an earlier ejaculation. I think Jim was getting closer than he wanted when I went back to him with my mouth and he pulled out, his beautiful glistening prick right in front of me.

With some sort of signal or understanding between them, the boys spread me out on the bed on my back and began to attend to my own body. I watched their penises bob while they worked on me, sucking my nipples, groping my crotch, tracing fingers up and down my inner thighs. I squeezed my crotch and closed my eyes, just focusing on the sensations these two guys were providing.

It was dreamy, soft, languid.

My groin was dampening, but slowly. Nobody was doing much there, just teasing touches everywhere else.

A pause and I sensed them shifting position.

I opened my eyes to see Rob over me, straddling my chest. He slid his penis, half hard, along my boob furrow, then dangled his cock-head into my mouth.

Jim was between my legs, spreading them, and began to gently lick me.

Heaven.

This had happened only once before for me, the sensation of one man's cock in my mouth as well as stimulation from another male at my groin. The combination was enchanting. Just thinking about what was happening increased my excitement.

I licked and sucked. I was licked and pleasured myself.

Jim, of course, knows exactly what I like down there, lots of teasing to my labia first, the barest occasional grazes across my clitoris, a slow build-up. The only trouble with his approach tonight was that Rob was growing increasingly insistent with his own penis, which wasn't on the same timetable as me. His cock was hard, real hard, and hustling towards a climax.

I had to ease him off.

With a look, the boys swapped places. I glanced at Sharon sitting over on the bench, her eyes wide and shining, fixed on the sexual spectacle in front of her.

Rob was, not surprisingly, clumsier with his tongue than Jim, he doesn't know me as well. His clean-shaven chin felt a bit sand-papery sometimes as it moved around my crotch, grazed my soft inner thighs. But he was persistent, his tongue kept probing and I found my arousal growing.

Jim, not wanting too much stimulus from me, knew that we both wanted continued arousal. He had straddled my head and dropped his testicles into my mouth. I could do this a long time, he loved it, but luckily doing this doesn't have the same electric effect on him as my sucking his cock-head. He ground his crotch into my face, I sucked and caressed his balls, ran my fingers along his ass-cheeks and sensitive perineum while Rob played his mouth and tongue over me.

I was getting closer.

I felt increasingly hot. My breathing was becoming more rapid. But guys, not yet, please.

I eased Jim off again with a little kiss to his cock-head and had them swap again. I could get Rob hard again with my mouth but first wanted to suck his balls too.

The boys were great. They moved slowly, deliberately never rushing even in their own excitement.

Jim was attending to my lips with greater effort now. I closed my eyes, Rob's cock was in my mouth now, my groin sending me grateful, increasingly strong signals.

Jim slid his tongue up my channel and I almost choked on Rob at the same time, who had pushed his penis a little too far into me. I pulled him back, tears forming at the corners of my eyes, and just nursed at his cock-head for a few minutes, my attention increasingly diverted by the sensations Jim was provoking.

His tongue flicked over my nubbin, my clitoris. My hips quivered. But Rob was real hard now, desperate hard. I pulled him off. Jim sent me a glance up my body over the top of my mons, I was looking down at him with my nipples on each side, a bit like football goal posts framing his head.

Rob looked down at me, questioning. I knew what I wanted.

"Rob? You first? For a little bit?" I arched my eyes. I almost said "please."

Jim left off and made room for Rob.

"In you?" Rob was checking.

"Yes," I murmured. "Jim, up here love."

Sharon said later my face was flushed, my eyes shining

Jim knelt to one side of my head, he intuited the best way for this to work, based maybe on the other events of that poker night last summer.

He stroked my chest with one hand, tweaking a nipple, then slid his cock towards me.

I inhaled.

Rob had spread my legs, kneeling in front of my crotch. He ran his cock-head over my lips, up and down, they were wet and swollen now, all senses on high alert.

I closed my eyes. Let my lips seek Jim's cock, slid them up and down his shaft. Rob ran his penis over my notch a few times more, then I felt its rounded taut tip poised at my entrance. Some pressure, it didn't take much, and he was in.

I stopped everything, and breathed a slow in-and-out while I felt him inside me.

Rob settled slowly on top of me. He's big. Much heavier than Jim, covers a lot more of my body. His tart sweat was distinct, but it combined for me with the smell of Jim's penis and balls.

I turned a little more towards Jim and encouraged him to push slowly in and out of my mouth. Rob put his head to my other side, teeth lightly on my neck while beginning to push inside me.

Penis in my mouth. Penis in my cunt.

"My cunt!" I had just said that phrase to myself.

My cunt. Oh it felt good.

They both went slowly, delectably. I wanted this to last forever. But another thought intruded. I wanted a comparison.

After a few minutes, Rob's rhythm was speeding up a bit. I had them switch again. Before I came, and I was closing in, I wanted a penis comparison.

Rob at my head now, his penis now smelling as much like me as him, wet, very firm, while Jim entered me.

Go slow boys, I thought, all attention now in two directions - the feelings my tongue had while running over Rob's cock, the sensations in my channel as Jim's familiar cadence commenced, his penis sliding nicely up and down, just where Rob's had been.

Every thought I had intensified the sensations. The idea that two penises were enjoying me pushed me to another level.

I found my hips curling forward to meet Jim's thrusts. I found it harder to suck Rob, my attention now overwhelmed down below. I pulled Rob out and held his penis over my face, nuzzling into his balls. He pushed the wet seeping tip of his cock-head and well lubricated under-shaft all over my face, along my eyebrows, cheeks, into my hair.

Jim was speeding up, using the thrusts he does just before he is about to come.

I gave in. My legs shuddered, my breathing came in wheezes, my hips curled into Jim's. The first wave hit me hard, then another. I didn't know how much noise I was making, Sharon later said I was pretty loud. It was total, an immersion. Every part of me quivered. Not a black-out, more a white-out, overpowering.

Jim kept going just a little longer, and I felt his own frantic last thrusts while he emptied his sperm inside me. He kissed my neck. I kissed Rob's penis head, licked the ridge. We lay together for some minutes, Jim's rib-cage going in and out while he panted on top of me. He kissed me after I detached from Rob, but I kept a hand on Rob's erection.

Slow motion shifting between them.

Rob made his way down to my crotch, I am sure it was a sight. He was up me before I was even aware of it, his big body on top of me. I had no idea what Jim was going to do but he settled in above my head, his rump against the bed's headboard, and he caressed my hair, my temples, the side of my head while Rob was pushing into me.

Rob tried to kiss me while this was going on, but I didn't want that. I turned my head to the side and instead he latched his mouth onto my neck.

Two guys again, attending to me.

I wasn't sure I was going to climax again, still coming down from the last one but what I felt was good. Rob's penis was thick, but my groin was happy to accommodate him. In-and-out, he was not as imaginative as Jim, who often uses a side-to-side slither motion, but I was aware of Rob's power, the force he used.

I had one hand on one of his ass-cheeks as it squeezed, a large firm balloon of muscle.

Increasingly frantic, he bit down on my neck so hard that it almost hurt. I could feel him speed up, go in harder. A grunt, a back-heave, and that first violent thrust, then the diminishing, sperm-discharging ones, then just little weak movements from his rump that subsided into complete stillness. It felt like he weighed three hundred pounds on me.

I was spent. I was sopping, both from my two men and my own sex-leaking fluids. My groin was post-apocalyptic, not sore, but quite well used. It was splendid.

Rob lingered a bit. He wanted to kiss me, and I wanted to kiss back, but it was odd, uncomfortable. It was fine to suck his penis, have him penetrate me, play with his cock and foreskin, but kissing somehow went into different territory. I cannot really explain it.

I ended up kissing his neck, all sweaty, and caressing his back with my hands, to avoid mouth-to-mouth touch.

Finally he detached himself, his penis slopping out, all rubbery and wet, balls hanging, groin hair damp and matted. I liked the look of his body as he stood at the base of the bed.

I gave Jim a smile, who gave just a flicker of one back to me.

Rob walked over to Sharon, whose eyes were wide and a bit undone, really. He gave her a kiss and a long hug.

This pleased me more than I expected. This would be an important feature of the weekend, the reassurance to partners, and I was glad it was the first thing that Rob did after decoupling from me. All of this would only work if everyone was okay.

Rob, big Rob with those shoulders and heavy limbs, he was okay. A bit crude, but a fine man. I knew that Jim wouldn't be friends with him otherwise, but all of this augured well. And I would have his penis again, at least once more this weekend, on his own night.

Sharon had a smile now.

"So two is good?" she asked me impishly. "They say two heads is better than one."

Jim and Rob exchanged a look, astonished that they had just heard this witticism, however minor, coming from Sharon's mouth.

All I could do is laugh.

"Two good guys, two good heads. Maybe four if you count right." I looked at the two guys, pleased at how handsome they were. Pleased at having pleasure from both of them.

Jim looked down wistfully at his limp penis and we all laughed.

We cleaned up and went to bed. I whispered "I love you," to Jim, his arms around me, before we drifted off. "Love you too, babe," he answered. We slept, my goodness did we sleep.