Chapter 7. My Turn

I was aware of being lifted by strong arms, and cradled close to a muscular chest. Like an infant my lips found a nipple and sucked gently as it stiffened on my tongue. Movement was evident as I was being carried somewhere, and lowered to a soft bed. Two muscular bodies pressed up close to me and sheets were drawn up. Even in my far away place I could hear myself moaning to the feel of flesh against flesh. Lips were kissing my cheeks, my nose, my forehead. Lips were brushing against my lips and tongues slowly entered and retreated from my mouth. I sucked on them with an urgency as if to draw out ejaculate. I lay there, still in a distant place and felt hands begin to roam my body. A hand moved to a breast and another down my stomach. My breast was encompassed with powerful fingers, but the manipulations were gentle, coaxing the nipple to full extension. My legs involuntarily spread open and bent at the knees to give unrestricted access to probing fingers. A finger snaked it's way inside parted vaginal lips, to search my inner recesses, while a thumb rubbed my wet projecting clitoris, pushing the hood back alternately. My hands reached to both sides of me to find and wrap fingers around two erect penises. My left hand had found the banana shaped shaft of Jerome and my right the fattened, bulbous head and shaft of Paul. I started to awaken as my senses took control, but a part of me remained in my distant place, knowing I didn't have to think about what would happen next. I was to be loved, violated, saturated with lust, and fulfilled beyond sensation or feeling. I had already given myself over to the two strangers in ways I would never had imagined, and now I would do so again, but with the passion and understanding of a liberated woman. My sexual virginity had been given freedom. I had been guided and taught by their taking and removal of my veil of shame, the release of suppressed desires, needs, taboos, and now I was ready to give them my complete passion and depth of love. I would do anything they wanted or needed, without reservation, without shame, and without fear. From deep within my sub-conscious thoughts, I knew that Jerome had not been given release. Paul had ejaculated his seed and passion into a wanton receptacle. Jerome should have the same right. I released Paul's thick and hot penis, and started to roll over to Jerome's side. The finger probing my vagina pulled out and found a new entry point from my rear side. I kissed Jerome deeply and pushed my tongue through his parted lips. I raised to my knees to give myself movement over Jerome's body. I licked his lips, his cheeks, his eyes, and darted my tongue up both nostrils of his wide nose. I wanted to taste more of him. I was his lover now and would have tucked him inside my womb, if I knew how. My other lover was busily working my vaginal opening with exquisite fingers. My hand stroked Jerome's long penis and he began to buck upwards. He was moaning heavily as I kissed him hard and passed my mouth juices to his waiting tongue. I knew he was close to ejaculation, and I withdrew my hand from his stiffened joint to press his belly and calm his upward thrusts. Whispering softly to his ear, I said, "Go easy my darling. Not yet my sweet. I want you in my mouth. I want to taste you. Please be patient with me." Jerome moaned with the passion of true love. He would let subside his wanton lust for the promise of pleasures to come. It would not be long now, and his release would be quick, for although he managed to still his imminent spurting ejaculation, he was close, and stayed close. Jerome could easily succumb and fall over the edge, but I was determined to pleasure him to the limit. My mouth left Jerome's face and started down his chest with kisses and licking. His taste was strongly masculine and full of unleashed sexual desire. I found an erect nipple and paused to suckle and nourish his rising chest. I let my hand find the long curved penis and slid down to the scrotal sack. It was close to the shaft, but not fully contracted yet, so I knew I had time to further explore Jerome's body. All this I learned from Paul, and all this would guide me to Jerome's pleasure. Exquisite feeling were emanating from between my legs as Paul's fingers invaded my wet hole. My clitoris was squeezed and rubbed, producing constant surges of increasing orgasms. It was no longer a matter of reaching an orgasm, for the orgasm was continuous, and only varied in degrees of secretal release, now running steadily down my inner thighs. As my mouth neared Jerome's rigid penis, who's head rested close to his naval, I swung my leg over and straddled his chest, presenting a wet and fully open vagina to his mouth. I lowered my pelvic to a waiting tongue, to be rewarded with it's insertion inside my parted lips. Jerome's mouth sucked hardly on my now extended clitoris, inviting the hood to be pushed back. Reaching my arms inwardly between Jerome's raised knees, I pulled them back, raising his buttocks and rectal hole to my mouth. I licked around the puckered hole and let my saliva dribble to it's center. Jerome was sucking wildly on my small penis appendage, as I forced my tongue inside his tight bud hole. Rolling my tongue as it penetrated Jerome's rectum, I pushed saliva into him, and felt contractions of my simulated mouthed ejaculation. I sensed Jerome's approaching release and lowered his elevated bottom to reach his swollen penis. My one hand cupped his contracting ball sack, my other hand grasping the curved penis near it's base. Quickly I took the unskinned head gland into my mouth and squeezed up the shaft with my hand to expunge the flowing pre-cum. I sucked and licked and drank of the head, not letting it penetrate too deeply in my mouth. I wanted to savor all of Jerome's ejaculate before swallowing it. Jerome's ball sack tightened and the first squirt of thin liquid was pumped in my mouth. Jerome tried to penetrate deeper, but I retreated at his trusts, sucking only the head of his penis. Violent rapid projectiles of thickening hot cum filled my mouth. I sucked and sucked to ease and remove the mucous sperm laden ejaculate to the back of my mouth. I didn't realize how much liquid was filling me, and the excess spilled from the sides of my lips. Jerome's spasms subsided, although I still sucked more from the fattened head of his curved penis. When finally the spurting stopped, I withdrew my mouth from the penis head, and rolled off Jerome to my back on the bed. My mouth was full of hot salty man seed, and I rolled it around in my mouth and tongue, exploring the taste. Both my lovers looked at me as I started to swallow the seed, and moan in pleasure at it acceptance. It took three gulps to move the ejaculate from my mouth to my warming stomach. I orgasmed at the taste, feel, and thought of the man seed entering my insides. I was a fulfilled woman. I had been filled by both my lovers in my mouth and my insides were satiated and full, but the ache between my legs promoted a new urgency of fulfillment. I needed to be filled in my womb.

Chapter 8. Love Me

I lay on my back with my lovers on either side of me. I felt wet kisses on my face, then my neck, to my rising chest, and finally to my breasts. Each breast with it's swollen areola, was drawn into a warm mouth to be suckled and prodded with tongues. The feeling was beyond description, and my uterus began a gentle series of contractions. My right nipple was nibbled and sucked hard, trying to open the passage to the empty milk sacks. A tingling sensation radiated throughout each breast mound, and I knew I was close to producing milk. Jerome's hand cupped my right breast, squeezing the mound to a point, and drew in more breast to the back of his mouth. My nipple was being sucked into the entrance of his throat, and it throbbed to spill forth imagined nourishing milk. I was yelling now, "I want you in me. Give me, give me, give me." I pulled them free of my inflamed breasts and sat up in bed. Reaching with my hand to Jerome's penis I wrapped it in my fingers to confirm it's new hardness. I stood up on the bed and moved to stand over Jerome. He had reached down to stroke his erection and point it upward, asking by it's directness, to be inserted. I was facing Jerome's feet and as I started to squat down, I said to Paul, "Help me Paul. I want it in my bottom." Paul immediately knelt in front of me, between Jerome's parted legs, and put his hands under my armpits. As I lowered down closer to the long penis shaft, I was completely supported by Paul's strong hands and arms, my legs needing no effort to control the position. I felt the penis gland touch my bud, and I reached to grasp it and rub it's head across the wetness of my vagina. Jerome trust upward and gained entry inside my parted vaginal lips, and Paul quickly raised me up to dislodge him. The feeling of the partial entry sent shivers of orgasmic release to my open vagina and a fresh flood of secretions dripped onto the retracting gland head. I wanted him inside of me, but Paul knew my original plan and expertly kept us apart. I lowered myself again, this time guiding the wet penis head to my bud hole, feeling the warm wetness I had given it from my vagina. Jerome was producing pre-cum that oozed out the gland hole to further lubricate my tight hole. I pushed down on my stomach muscles to push the puckered hole outwards and Paul lowered me onto the slippery shaft. The head went in smoothly to the gland ridge, and I moved my bottom backward to sit on Jerome's stomach. Paul lowered my back to Jerome's chest and hands clasped and cupped my breasts. I lay my head on Jerome's powerful shoulder and cried out in pleasure. Moving my pelvis downward by pulling on my bend legs, I impaled myself completely on the shaft. I cried out again in pleasure and through a husky deep unrecognizable voice said, "Take me Paul. Fuck me darling." Paul supported himself with his arms and bent knees between Jerome's spread legs and lowered himself closer over me, and I felt the first probe of his giant penis head against my opened vagina. He let the head move up and down the parted lips, gathering and spreading my secretions, spreading his own pre-cum. I felt pressure as the gland head pushed my lips wider seeking entry. I was locked in place with Jerome's shaft deep inside my rear, and could not thrust up to implant Paul's member. I heard myself scream, "Put it in. shove it in. Give me. Give me." I was sobbing with want and pleasure. Tears were forming in my closed eyes. My body was wracked with waves of orgasmic heat and I wanted all of Paul inside me. I reached down to grab hold of Paul's fat penis, and wrapped my hand around, pulling the skin covering back to expose all of the gland. Paul lowered himself and I felt the head slip into my vagina with great pressure, to lock itself on the prominent ridge, as it passed the tight outer restriction. His largest part had traversed the constrictions of my pelvic opening. I yelled in pleasure and knew that he had gained entry . The rest would be easy. Like a babies head popping through the pelvic opening, Paul had gone in reverse and pierced the constrictions of confinement. His penis shaft was mine to fill me in ways I could not to this day imagine. Paul lowered his chest against mine, while Jerome removed his cupped hands from my breast. Paul's breast pushed gently into my uplifted mounds, and waves of electric tingling penetrated my nipples. In a steady downward motion, Paul pushed his fattened shaft a fraction deeper. I wanted to buck up and have him drive the engorged penis in to it's hilt, but I waited in patient fever for my lover to meet my desires. Again my sweet love pressed deeper, as I felt the fullness of his manhood. I was yelping and moaning, and pleading, "Give me. Fuck me. Push deeper. I love you." Paul answered with passion, "Susan, I am yours, and I will soon give all I have to you. Work with me baby. Open yourself to me." I moaned with understanding and need. I wanted him to fill me with his manhood and seed. If, at that moment, he wanted me to conceive, I would gladly have given up everything in my life to carry his child. I belonged to both Paul and Jerome and would do anything they asked. I loved them more than myself, or Peter. I was theirs, and I was for them. With tiny pullbacks to relubricate the thickening shaft, Paul continued to push into me, filling me anew with penetrating depth. With each new push I grunted my pleasure and acceptance, "Oh yes. Yes". Jerome remained still as if sensing the impending completion of penetration of the fattened throbbing shaft of Paul. When I thought I was completely full of him, a new downward pressure gained deeper entry. I felt his bulbous head deep within me, probing deeper with each push, moving organs and tissue to lodge itself deep within my belly. I felt the heat of the gland, and yelped, moaned, and snorted my pleasure, "Deeper baby. Give me. Give me. Oh, baby." Paul continued to withdraw slightly, and push deeper. With each push I felt the shaft gain deeper entry. Every time I thought I was full, more of Paul's penis entered. Somewhere deep inside me Paul's swollen penis head invaded new territory. Paul finally stopped his invading penetration of my stretched vagina, and we lay locked together in bliss. Neither Paul or Jerome moved, but I wiggled my pelvis from side to side. Our heat was tremendous, and we laid locked together in sweat, neither man moving, for a long time. Sometime later. I reached up my parted legs and wrapped them tightly around Paul's rear. He was groaning, and started a very slow, very gentle, very small, in and out movement. Jerome, deeply imbedded in my rear could feel the slow responding thrusts through me to Paul. He started to pull and push carefully with his impaled shaft. I was being taken by both men and soon I would receive their fluids of passion that would stay within me, always. Paul began withdrawing his shaft further on each stroke, to push in again to full depth. Jerome matched Paul's thrusts, and in unison, I felt the hard shafts penetrate my inner being. Paul's withdrawals became long and the gland ridge found the tightness of my pelvic opening before once again pistoning home. I was losing control and I felt the rising, impending release of my two men's seed. I started screaming, and I felt the first gush of hot fluid in my vagina., and Paul's quick pull back to the shaft head. As he pushed himself back in I felt Jerome's first squirt deep within my rectum. As Paul hot shaft reached it's base within me a second blast of sperm entered my inner reaches, to be matched by Jerome voiding himself of man seed. I continued screaming and must have passed out, for much is not clear of what happened after this. I do remember rolling over with the two men, and Jerome pumping me wildly to completion.

When I awoke both men were gone and I lay in bed, with their seed leaking out of me. It was a divine feeling, and in thinking back, I should do it again. End.