Chapter 8
The guys crawl back in bed with me, we lay on our backs, staring at the ceiling for a few minutes. I look between them, noticing that they are still naked.
“So … that just happened.” I softly say, causing the guys to chuckle and roll on their sides to look at me. I make eye contact with Tray and have to ask, “was I your first for oral? With a female anyway?” He blushes and looks away. “That is so sweet! No judgement but … how and why me?”
“Not many ladies are eager to screw the homeless kid. Well, not ladies who aren’t meth-ed up, anyway. Then the guys took me in, and I’ve been hanging out with them. Learning to be a man. I haven’t met anyone who made me hard … until you.”
“Oh hun! Someday, you will meet your someone … and you will probably forget all about me.” I whisper gently before Dalton adds, ‘but until then, we can teach you some things about play time.” Dalton slides his hand under the towel and twists my nipple, making me whimper in need.
“Well, baby girl. You ready for round two?” He flips the towel off and nods at Tray, encouraging him to play with my other nipple. My back arches off the bed and I am panting with need. “I am still so fucking horny that there better be a round two … maybe a round three!”
“Mmmm … good girl!” Dalton growls then he starts giving instructions to Tray on the importance of playing with the boobs, while demonstrating each method of teasing. It doesn’t take much of my wiggling to have their erections hard as stone and leaking fluid against my thighs.
After another 10 minutes of torture, Dalton slips down my body and starts lapping up my juice. The combined pleasure overwhelms me, and I cry out as I crest the peak of the orgasm. The guys slow down their teasing, not stopping completely until my spasms have stopped.
“We’re going to try something new. Baby girl, on your knees. Tray, slide under her. You are going to 69 while I fuck her from behind.” We get into place and Dalton slowly enters my sopping pussy, forcing my juices to squish out around his cock.
Tray quickly starts lapping up the juice and flicking his tongue over my clit, occasionally catching Dalton’s dick as he slides in and out.
I try to focus on the member in front of me, but it is not easy when my eyes want to roll back into my head.
It doesn’t take much sucking and licking to have Tray’s hips pumping up at my mouth.
Tray groans out that he is about to cum, causing Dalton to pick up his pace, thrusting harder as I moan around Tray’s throbbing dick.
I swallow his load as Tray lays beneath me, panting for a moment.
He recovers quickly, lifting his head back up to suck on my bean, not caring that Dalton’s balls are slapping him in the face.
Dalton buries himself deeply and pushes a finger in my butt hole, making my pussy walls clamp tight on his cock, before forcefully cuming in my pussy, triggering another massive round of spasms in my body.
After his cock has stopped twitching, Dalton slowly pulls out and sits on the corner of the bed.
Tray digs his tongue deep inside me, licking up our combined juices without a care, setting off more mini tremors within my pussy.
I stay in the position while my body continues to buck against Tray’s face, moaning and whimpering. Finally, Dalton says I have had enough, and Tray releases my hips. Dalton gently tips me over onto my side and Tray rolls over to sit up on his side of the bed.
My poor pussy is still clinching. Both guys grin down at my blissful expression then start cleaning up.
I am shocked into awareness as Dalton stuffs a washcloth into my lady parts, cold this time.
He laughs at the cooing noise I make and offers to get an ice pack from the freezer.
“I will pass on that. But I gotta pee now. Help me up.”
The guys change the sheets on the bed and grab a clean blanket from the closet while I am in the bathroom. When I slowly waddle back into the bedroom, both guys have underwear on. Dalton is holding out a night shirt for me while Tray is holding a glass of iced tea for me.
“It’s after 2 in the morning. We need to get some sleep now.
We can have more play time later.” Dalton says as he guides me back to the bed.
I scoot in the middle then curl up against Dalton’s chest when he lays down.
Tray slides in the other side and spoons with me.
“Talk about monkey in the middle,” I murmur as I drift off to sleep.