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My one and only husband passed away about seven years ago when I was 49 years of age. While I had a few casual male friends over the ensuing years, I never met anyone else special. I was left in a very comfortable financial position although I still worked as a business consultant.
Just like any woman I have sexual urges that need fulfilling, and about three years ago I decided to employ some “professional” assistance in meeting these needs on a number of occasions. As time passed I explored a number of sexual activities with the hired cocks that I would never have dreamed of in my younger days. There is nothing like having kinky fantasies fulfilled.
This is the story of my last encounter. I knew I wanted something different. This time I wanted two young men to pleasure me, but with a little twist. I also wanted to watch some man on man action as well – at close range. I spent some quality research time on-line finding some likely candidates.
I contacted one of the ads for “Peter and Paul” a duo in their mid-20s who according to their ad offered women of all ages a “service with a difference”. I enquired as to whether that included some bisexual liaisons and was informed yes. The fee was high, but I was assured I would be happy with the service.
We exchanged photos so we would recognise each other initially and I booked an upmarket hotel room in the centre of Sydney. We met in the bar of the hotel and I wasn’t disappointed with how either of the two young men looked in the flesh. Even fully clothed I could see that they were fit and well toned just as promised. Both were tall and friendly and smiled warmly. I wore a professional business suit that was slightly unbuttoned to show my ample cleavage. I also had on an expensive pair of pantyhose that did wonders for my legs. Both men complemented me on my looks and said that they both preferred mature women such as myself.
We shared a number of drinks and we chatted, gradually focussing in on what the remainder of our rendezvous would entail, our discussion getting more and more ribald. It was an additional kinky little turn-on to be talking so dirty in a reasonable crowded and staid bar.
“I’m looking forward to watching you suck each other cocks,” I said at one point matter-of-factly.
“Yes, we are both bisexual and are both good at sucking cocks and licking pussy ,” said Peter mischievously.
“Most of our clients like us to take control, but we are of course yours for the rest of the afternoon and evening. Anything you want done, and want to do, it will be our pleasure I am sure,” explained Paul.
I had already decided that I wanted to alternate between being in control and letting these young hunks have their way with me. After finishing our last drinks, I suggested we adjourn upstairs to the palatial room that I had booked. We moved quickly to the lift, myself in the middle and a young hunk either side of me. In the enclosed confines of the lift, the boys aftershave added further intoxication to the moment – it was sweet, but not sickly sweet, and overwhelmingly virile.
When we arrived in the room, Peter and Paul quickly took control. Peter drew me towards him and kissed me deeply on the lips, while Paul moved around and pressed himself lightly against my back, his hands caressing my shoulders and neck and his crotch pushed firmly against my ass. Then his hands drifted to the sides of my breasts which were slowly and softly caressed through the fabric.
Paul whispered naughty sweet nothings into my ear, his hot breath tingling, “We are yours..... Here to pamper your pussy and make you cum over and over again....... Lick you over and over again..... Around and around your clit with our tongues.... You’re such a hot woman............. Our hot dicks are all for you and they are going to stay nice and hard for you.........”
My body was now well and truly on fire, and my mind was simply addled by sex. My hand drifted first to Peter’s crotch and then I reached around and fumbled with Paul’s. Both men took the hint and unzipped their pants and guided my hands to their cocks. I squirmed my way into the opened zips and felt the hard cocks enshrined in tight underwear. I got my hands around the two cocks despite their more than ample size and the tight constraints. I squeezed the turgid balls lightly, revelling in their fullness. Neither cock was freak show huge, but that’s not how I like them, but I do like them with a bit more girth than average, and both of these boys fitted that bill.
I played around with the two cocks as both men used their hands to caresses my body and slowly undress me. Without a hint of fumbling, my suit jacket was removed and my blouse unbuttoned by my pair of suitors. Hands continued to roam across my body which was now clad only in a pair of panties and matching bra. The hands were neither too busy nor too ponderous. They were strong and certain, Paul’s made their way to my bum, while Peter’s cupped, circled and caressed my boobs through my bra.
“Shall, we take your underwear off now,” said Paul finally as he reached up and unbuttoned my bra, while Peter helped me out of it. His mouth and tongue descended teasingly slowly towards my already enflamed nipples and he licked and sucked them, while continuing to tenderly caress my tits, cupping them in his palm while stroking their underside with his fingers. The touch was electric, and the electricity shot through my tits and down towards my sodden cunt, a synaptic overload.
I could feel that my panties were soaked and the aroma of my wet pussy was filling the room. Paul slid my panties down and I stepped out of them.
“These are soaked,” commented Paul as he lifted my panties to his face and smelt them playfully, before flinging them wantonly across the room.
“Lie down, we’ll give you an X rated massage,” said Peter.
With that I lied face down on the bed and Peter and Paul busied themselves and got ready. The aroma of massage oil now mingled with the boys aftershave and my wet cunt. I felt warm massage oil being lightly drizzled over my back, across my buttocks and each leg.
Paul placed his warm and smooth hands on my shoulder blades and commenced a sensuous gliding motion, spreading massage oil across my back and shoulders in broad circles. He continued to work his hands over my shoulders and then my back applying firm but extremely comfortable pressure. After giving my neck a good going over, he slid his hands down my sides, in doing so he ever so slightly brushed the sides of breasts that had pushed out slightly as a result of me being flat on my stomach. Paul went on to massage my arms, my hands with lovely little circles around my palms and tugging ever so lightly on my fingers one by one.
Peter was busy initially with my legs and then my bum. He first bent my right knee and started to massage my calf and ankles. He then placed my leg back down on the massage bench and briefly massaged behind my knee before working up to my thigh. He continued for what seemed like quiet a period massaging my thighs, the focus of his hands had moved higher and more towards my inner thighs. Finally, Peter’s fingers touched the edge of my pussy lips fleetingly but with that, he and Paul scooped me up and flicked me smoothly on to my back. Peter then took each ankle and opened my legs more.
Paul positioned himself just above my head and started to massage my shoulders and my upper arms. He slid his warm hands down my sides from my shoulders downwards and along the sides of my breasts. I thought I'd heard Paul's breathing become a bit ragged, but I wasn't sure. My focus was on my tingling body and the deft hands that danced over me. Ever so slowly and teasingly, Paul's hands and fingers moved over more and more of breasts but without touching the areoles or nipples. The touch was exquisite, but I needed more, I needed to cum, was desperate for it.
“Just make me cum,” I said, nearly, but not quite begging.
Responding instantly to my need, Peter and Paul altered their ministrations. Paul grabbed my tits firmly but not harshly and flicked and encircled my nipples with his thumbs in a syncopated rhythm that was hypnotic. I could have probably have climaxed just from having my tits stimulated, but Peter made sure of things, his fingers landed on my slit and he zeroed straight in on my clit, a single finger twirling around – a dervish of desire and then fingers from his other hand dived into my pulsating wet cunt.
“Fuck,” I screamed unimaginatively, bucking and writhing against the twin pair of hands touching me.
“Ohhh..... ohh... yes,” I screamed.
My climax thundered through me, a toe-curling tempest. I flapped and flailed on the bed under the expert touch of the two young men. There response to my needs, their reading of my body was the like of which I had rarely experienced with men. Every nuance of their touch was divine. I lay on the bed, momentarily spent and satiated, but I knew that wouldn’t be for long and I was determined to ensure that it wasn’t.
Both Peter and Paul smiled down at me.
“The first of a few today darling,” said Peter.
“You’ve left a big wet patch on the bed,” added Paul.
As I sat up I noticed the significant wet spot and I could feel the cunt juice on my thighs. Peter started to towel the massage oil of my body, but left my cunt wet. I wanted to watch some action while I recovered.
“Boys that was wonderful, now my body needs a few minutes rest, and I just want to watch for awhile. Won’t you be good sports and fondle and suck each other cocks for a little while?” I asked and then added.
“Don’t cum though, not yet,”
I laid back and watched as both of the boys alternated sucking each other’s cocks. A lot of people think that women do not get turned on by the visual side of sex. That may be true for some women but not for me and not for many others I know. The vision of a hard cock sliding into another man’s mouth and being inhaled was already getting me aroused again. Both cocks were slickened from the sucking and that unmistakable slurping sound filled the room. For about ten minutes I watched the two boys suck each other. I knew that they were getting ready to explode and I was more than sufficiently aroused again and desiring more stimulation.
“You can stop now boys. I need to be fucked. Paul I want you first and then you Peter. Paul you can eat me out when you both finish. I will clean both of your cocks off.”
Pretty simple instructions and I knelt on the bed, in readiness for them. Paul’s was up on the bed and into me in a flash, smoothly he sunk his cock into my old cunt and he grabbed my hips.
“Fuck me hard, just cum inside me,” I said.
It didn’t take long for Paul to oblige. He fucked me quick, tremendously hard and exquisitely deep. At the height of his orgasm, he wedged his cock deep inside me and I felt the ferocious eruption from his throbbing cock. He quickly withdrew and then Peter wasted no time in putting his cock into my vacated hole, plunging into the sticky void. Paul came round to my face and I cleaned his softening cock, popping it into my mouth and savouring the taste of cum and pussy juice mingled together. Peter plunged into me quickly, deeply and with metronomic precision. It wasn’t long before his breath became ragged and with one last powerful thrust he too buried his cock in me deeply and unloaded what felt like a torrent of cum, more than Paul had deposited into me.
Without hesitating, Peter slid underneath me and after getting himself adjusted, he proceeded to eat my cum filled cunt. His probing was deep and his nose nuzzled and knocked against my clit as he ate my cunt and its contents. His oral work was relentlessly. I felt another orgasm build, the onset of this one was slower than the first, but the waves rose deeper from inside my cunt. Peter’s lapping became more and more frenetic, and Paul reached underneath me and started to caress my boobs, wickedly pinching my nipples as he did. I pushed myself hard against Peter’s face and started to scream, a scream that built to a crescendo.
“Fuckckckckckckckckckckckckckckck,” I yelled over again, each time more breathlessly as I was overcome by orgasm.
I collapsed down on to Peter as my body gave way. I was overcome with orgasm, writhing and panting, until finally my mind started to clear, I regained my breath, and the deep pulsing in my pussy subsided. Peter extracted himself from underneath me, and gently laid me down next to him. Both Peter and Paul continued to caress me tenderly.
“Close your eyes,” whispered Peter, and I did so willingly.
For the next half and hour, Peter and Paul tenderly caressed and massaged me again. It was like a heavenly erotic dream where two skilled pairs of hands touched all of my body except my pussy. By the end of it my whole body was relaxed and tingling with expectation that only heightened when a pair of lips descended on to mine, kissing me sweetly. My cunt was now overheated again.
“Do you want to come again?” Peter whispered into my ear, a question which I met with a tuneless moan, the meaning of which was obvious.
“I am going to fuck your pussy again, while Peter licks your clit, maybe his tongue will touch my cock and balls as well while he’s there, would you like that,” asked Paul, and I moaned as I was scooped up and positioned on all fours on the bed.
Peter slid underneath me and started to lick my clit for a moment, before my slick cunt welcomed Paul’s hard cock again. He fucked me slow and deep as I bucked against Peter’s mouth, being almost certain that he would be tasting Paul’s cock too when it emerged from my foaming cunt. Feeling my cunt filled with cock, while a tongue and lips were also busy on my clit, was overwhelming - I was on a cloud beyond cloud nine. It didn’t take long for my orgasm to build and I knew it was going to be a huge one. That lovely rock hard cock filled me totally when it was buried in me and had me wanting more when it was withdrawn. I started to lose control as my climax built and my cunt just simply let go, I gushed volumes as Paul mercifully fucked me hard, a torrent of pussy juice came out of me, on to Paul’s cock and balls and all over Peter’s face. Squirt after squirt came out of my spasming cunt, and I screamed like a perverted banshee. It was one of the hugest orgasms I had had in many years.
Paul didn’t cum in me, but he withdrew himself from my slippery sheath and I got up and saw the mess that I had made. Peter’s face and hair was soaked and the bedspread was wet. Paul’s cock and his shaved balls were also dripping my squirt from them.
I hadn’t fully recovered, my legs were still like jelly, but I beckoned both men to either side of me and I used my hands to tease and play with their lovely young cocks. I tickled and squeezed their shaved balls, but deliberately not hard enough to cause any pain. I pulled them closer together and I rubbed their cockheads together. For the next ten minutes I teased those wonderful cocks, the precum at first dripping then virtually bubbling out of their peeholes. I rubbed the two shafts together and then as best I could I wrapped my fists around them and jerked them off. With their cocks together first Peter and then Paul came, , spurting sperm on to each other, a surprising volume considering they had already come. I continued to wank the cocks until they softened appreciably.
I was happy and satiated and judging by the two sticky cocks in front of me, so were they. We showered together, soaping our bodies as we did, before my two men towelled me dry and gave me a final massage with essential oils. I was nearly blissfully asleep, every muscle relaxed when they bade me goodbye. It was money well spent.......
Just like any woman I have sexual urges that need fulfilling, and about three years ago I decided to employ some “professional” assistance in meeting these needs on a number of occasions. As time passed I explored a number of sexual activities with the hired cocks that I would never have dreamed of in my younger days. There is nothing like having kinky fantasies fulfilled.
This is the story of my last encounter. I knew I wanted something different. This time I wanted two young men to pleasure me, but with a little twist. I also wanted to watch some man on man action as well – at close range. I spent some quality research time on-line finding some likely candidates.
I contacted one of the ads for “Peter and Paul” a duo in their mid-20s who according to their ad offered women of all ages a “service with a difference”. I enquired as to whether that included some bisexual liaisons and was informed yes. The fee was high, but I was assured I would be happy with the service.
We exchanged photos so we would recognise each other initially and I booked an upmarket hotel room in the centre of Sydney. We met in the bar of the hotel and I wasn’t disappointed with how either of the two young men looked in the flesh. Even fully clothed I could see that they were fit and well toned just as promised. Both were tall and friendly and smiled warmly. I wore a professional business suit that was slightly unbuttoned to show my ample cleavage. I also had on an expensive pair of pantyhose that did wonders for my legs. Both men complemented me on my looks and said that they both preferred mature women such as myself.
We shared a number of drinks and we chatted, gradually focussing in on what the remainder of our rendezvous would entail, our discussion getting more and more ribald. It was an additional kinky little turn-on to be talking so dirty in a reasonable crowded and staid bar.
“I’m looking forward to watching you suck each other cocks,” I said at one point matter-of-factly.
“Yes, we are both bisexual and are both good at sucking cocks and licking pussy ,” said Peter mischievously.
“Most of our clients like us to take control, but we are of course yours for the rest of the afternoon and evening. Anything you want done, and want to do, it will be our pleasure I am sure,” explained Paul.
I had already decided that I wanted to alternate between being in control and letting these young hunks have their way with me. After finishing our last drinks, I suggested we adjourn upstairs to the palatial room that I had booked. We moved quickly to the lift, myself in the middle and a young hunk either side of me. In the enclosed confines of the lift, the boys aftershave added further intoxication to the moment – it was sweet, but not sickly sweet, and overwhelmingly virile.
When we arrived in the room, Peter and Paul quickly took control. Peter drew me towards him and kissed me deeply on the lips, while Paul moved around and pressed himself lightly against my back, his hands caressing my shoulders and neck and his crotch pushed firmly against my ass. Then his hands drifted to the sides of my breasts which were slowly and softly caressed through the fabric.
Paul whispered naughty sweet nothings into my ear, his hot breath tingling, “We are yours..... Here to pamper your pussy and make you cum over and over again....... Lick you over and over again..... Around and around your clit with our tongues.... You’re such a hot woman............. Our hot dicks are all for you and they are going to stay nice and hard for you.........”
My body was now well and truly on fire, and my mind was simply addled by sex. My hand drifted first to Peter’s crotch and then I reached around and fumbled with Paul’s. Both men took the hint and unzipped their pants and guided my hands to their cocks. I squirmed my way into the opened zips and felt the hard cocks enshrined in tight underwear. I got my hands around the two cocks despite their more than ample size and the tight constraints. I squeezed the turgid balls lightly, revelling in their fullness. Neither cock was freak show huge, but that’s not how I like them, but I do like them with a bit more girth than average, and both of these boys fitted that bill.
I played around with the two cocks as both men used their hands to caresses my body and slowly undress me. Without a hint of fumbling, my suit jacket was removed and my blouse unbuttoned by my pair of suitors. Hands continued to roam across my body which was now clad only in a pair of panties and matching bra. The hands were neither too busy nor too ponderous. They were strong and certain, Paul’s made their way to my bum, while Peter’s cupped, circled and caressed my boobs through my bra.
“Shall, we take your underwear off now,” said Paul finally as he reached up and unbuttoned my bra, while Peter helped me out of it. His mouth and tongue descended teasingly slowly towards my already enflamed nipples and he licked and sucked them, while continuing to tenderly caress my tits, cupping them in his palm while stroking their underside with his fingers. The touch was electric, and the electricity shot through my tits and down towards my sodden cunt, a synaptic overload.
I could feel that my panties were soaked and the aroma of my wet pussy was filling the room. Paul slid my panties down and I stepped out of them.
“These are soaked,” commented Paul as he lifted my panties to his face and smelt them playfully, before flinging them wantonly across the room.
“Lie down, we’ll give you an X rated massage,” said Peter.
With that I lied face down on the bed and Peter and Paul busied themselves and got ready. The aroma of massage oil now mingled with the boys aftershave and my wet cunt. I felt warm massage oil being lightly drizzled over my back, across my buttocks and each leg.
Paul placed his warm and smooth hands on my shoulder blades and commenced a sensuous gliding motion, spreading massage oil across my back and shoulders in broad circles. He continued to work his hands over my shoulders and then my back applying firm but extremely comfortable pressure. After giving my neck a good going over, he slid his hands down my sides, in doing so he ever so slightly brushed the sides of breasts that had pushed out slightly as a result of me being flat on my stomach. Paul went on to massage my arms, my hands with lovely little circles around my palms and tugging ever so lightly on my fingers one by one.
Peter was busy initially with my legs and then my bum. He first bent my right knee and started to massage my calf and ankles. He then placed my leg back down on the massage bench and briefly massaged behind my knee before working up to my thigh. He continued for what seemed like quiet a period massaging my thighs, the focus of his hands had moved higher and more towards my inner thighs. Finally, Peter’s fingers touched the edge of my pussy lips fleetingly but with that, he and Paul scooped me up and flicked me smoothly on to my back. Peter then took each ankle and opened my legs more.
Paul positioned himself just above my head and started to massage my shoulders and my upper arms. He slid his warm hands down my sides from my shoulders downwards and along the sides of my breasts. I thought I'd heard Paul's breathing become a bit ragged, but I wasn't sure. My focus was on my tingling body and the deft hands that danced over me. Ever so slowly and teasingly, Paul's hands and fingers moved over more and more of breasts but without touching the areoles or nipples. The touch was exquisite, but I needed more, I needed to cum, was desperate for it.
“Just make me cum,” I said, nearly, but not quite begging.
Responding instantly to my need, Peter and Paul altered their ministrations. Paul grabbed my tits firmly but not harshly and flicked and encircled my nipples with his thumbs in a syncopated rhythm that was hypnotic. I could have probably have climaxed just from having my tits stimulated, but Peter made sure of things, his fingers landed on my slit and he zeroed straight in on my clit, a single finger twirling around – a dervish of desire and then fingers from his other hand dived into my pulsating wet cunt.
“Fuck,” I screamed unimaginatively, bucking and writhing against the twin pair of hands touching me.
“Ohhh..... ohh... yes,” I screamed.
My climax thundered through me, a toe-curling tempest. I flapped and flailed on the bed under the expert touch of the two young men. There response to my needs, their reading of my body was the like of which I had rarely experienced with men. Every nuance of their touch was divine. I lay on the bed, momentarily spent and satiated, but I knew that wouldn’t be for long and I was determined to ensure that it wasn’t.
Both Peter and Paul smiled down at me.
“The first of a few today darling,” said Peter.
“You’ve left a big wet patch on the bed,” added Paul.
As I sat up I noticed the significant wet spot and I could feel the cunt juice on my thighs. Peter started to towel the massage oil of my body, but left my cunt wet. I wanted to watch some action while I recovered.
“Boys that was wonderful, now my body needs a few minutes rest, and I just want to watch for awhile. Won’t you be good sports and fondle and suck each other cocks for a little while?” I asked and then added.
“Don’t cum though, not yet,”
I laid back and watched as both of the boys alternated sucking each other’s cocks. A lot of people think that women do not get turned on by the visual side of sex. That may be true for some women but not for me and not for many others I know. The vision of a hard cock sliding into another man’s mouth and being inhaled was already getting me aroused again. Both cocks were slickened from the sucking and that unmistakable slurping sound filled the room. For about ten minutes I watched the two boys suck each other. I knew that they were getting ready to explode and I was more than sufficiently aroused again and desiring more stimulation.
“You can stop now boys. I need to be fucked. Paul I want you first and then you Peter. Paul you can eat me out when you both finish. I will clean both of your cocks off.”
Pretty simple instructions and I knelt on the bed, in readiness for them. Paul’s was up on the bed and into me in a flash, smoothly he sunk his cock into my old cunt and he grabbed my hips.
“Fuck me hard, just cum inside me,” I said.
It didn’t take long for Paul to oblige. He fucked me quick, tremendously hard and exquisitely deep. At the height of his orgasm, he wedged his cock deep inside me and I felt the ferocious eruption from his throbbing cock. He quickly withdrew and then Peter wasted no time in putting his cock into my vacated hole, plunging into the sticky void. Paul came round to my face and I cleaned his softening cock, popping it into my mouth and savouring the taste of cum and pussy juice mingled together. Peter plunged into me quickly, deeply and with metronomic precision. It wasn’t long before his breath became ragged and with one last powerful thrust he too buried his cock in me deeply and unloaded what felt like a torrent of cum, more than Paul had deposited into me.
Without hesitating, Peter slid underneath me and after getting himself adjusted, he proceeded to eat my cum filled cunt. His probing was deep and his nose nuzzled and knocked against my clit as he ate my cunt and its contents. His oral work was relentlessly. I felt another orgasm build, the onset of this one was slower than the first, but the waves rose deeper from inside my cunt. Peter’s lapping became more and more frenetic, and Paul reached underneath me and started to caress my boobs, wickedly pinching my nipples as he did. I pushed myself hard against Peter’s face and started to scream, a scream that built to a crescendo.
“Fuckckckckckckckckckckckckckckck,” I yelled over again, each time more breathlessly as I was overcome by orgasm.
I collapsed down on to Peter as my body gave way. I was overcome with orgasm, writhing and panting, until finally my mind started to clear, I regained my breath, and the deep pulsing in my pussy subsided. Peter extracted himself from underneath me, and gently laid me down next to him. Both Peter and Paul continued to caress me tenderly.
“Close your eyes,” whispered Peter, and I did so willingly.
For the next half and hour, Peter and Paul tenderly caressed and massaged me again. It was like a heavenly erotic dream where two skilled pairs of hands touched all of my body except my pussy. By the end of it my whole body was relaxed and tingling with expectation that only heightened when a pair of lips descended on to mine, kissing me sweetly. My cunt was now overheated again.
“Do you want to come again?” Peter whispered into my ear, a question which I met with a tuneless moan, the meaning of which was obvious.
“I am going to fuck your pussy again, while Peter licks your clit, maybe his tongue will touch my cock and balls as well while he’s there, would you like that,” asked Paul, and I moaned as I was scooped up and positioned on all fours on the bed.
Peter slid underneath me and started to lick my clit for a moment, before my slick cunt welcomed Paul’s hard cock again. He fucked me slow and deep as I bucked against Peter’s mouth, being almost certain that he would be tasting Paul’s cock too when it emerged from my foaming cunt. Feeling my cunt filled with cock, while a tongue and lips were also busy on my clit, was overwhelming - I was on a cloud beyond cloud nine. It didn’t take long for my orgasm to build and I knew it was going to be a huge one. That lovely rock hard cock filled me totally when it was buried in me and had me wanting more when it was withdrawn. I started to lose control as my climax built and my cunt just simply let go, I gushed volumes as Paul mercifully fucked me hard, a torrent of pussy juice came out of me, on to Paul’s cock and balls and all over Peter’s face. Squirt after squirt came out of my spasming cunt, and I screamed like a perverted banshee. It was one of the hugest orgasms I had had in many years.
Paul didn’t cum in me, but he withdrew himself from my slippery sheath and I got up and saw the mess that I had made. Peter’s face and hair was soaked and the bedspread was wet. Paul’s cock and his shaved balls were also dripping my squirt from them.
I hadn’t fully recovered, my legs were still like jelly, but I beckoned both men to either side of me and I used my hands to tease and play with their lovely young cocks. I tickled and squeezed their shaved balls, but deliberately not hard enough to cause any pain. I pulled them closer together and I rubbed their cockheads together. For the next ten minutes I teased those wonderful cocks, the precum at first dripping then virtually bubbling out of their peeholes. I rubbed the two shafts together and then as best I could I wrapped my fists around them and jerked them off. With their cocks together first Peter and then Paul came, , spurting sperm on to each other, a surprising volume considering they had already come. I continued to wank the cocks until they softened appreciably.
I was happy and satiated and judging by the two sticky cocks in front of me, so were they. We showered together, soaping our bodies as we did, before my two men towelled me dry and gave me a final massage with essential oils. I was nearly blissfully asleep, every muscle relaxed when they bade me goodbye. It was money well spent.......
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