garnished cock into my open
mouth. With a long, sweeping stroke of my tongue, I lick the lines
of ketchup and mayonnaise off, leaving only a smeared scarlet and
white patch behind. I clean the remaining detritus off his
delicious flesh and take his shaft into my mouth. He is not as huge
as Max, so I can deep throat him with a little difficulty.
“God, this is sweet,” Alex says, his
breathing growing more labored.
“Bet you never met a girl who can do that to
you before,” Max puts in.
“Well done, brother.”
If I’m a little uncomfortable about them
openly discussing my body and sexual techniques, it passes in a
blink of an eye. I fellate Alex’s cock, my cheeks hollowing out
with each suck. He puts his hands around my head to guide my
movements and grunts with each pull of my buccal muscles.
“You’re gonna make me cum this way,” he says
in a hoarse voice.
I think that is the idea.
“Wait, please stop.”
I release his saliva-streaked cock,
glistening in the yellowish light of the flickering flames. Alex
squirts more ketchup onto the head of his cock and decorates it
into a zigzagging pattern. I lick and suck this off, trailing my
tongue over the vivid slashes. Hmmmm. I’ve always liked ketchup on
my meats. He follows this with a spiral of mayonnaise around his
corona. I quickly polish this off before the semi-liquid concoction
can fall off.
There are tiny pieces of carrot and
vegetables in the mayo. I crunch these between my teeth.
Behind me, Brad is fawning over my buttocks.
He jabs his fingers into my vulva and widens the opening with a
circular sweep. I can tell that he is about to enter me from the
way he is tugging my bikini crotch to one side.
As I nibble at Alex’s rod of turgid meat,
Brad’s cock enters me with a swift, brutal poke. I moan with
pleasure. Alex forces his cock into my mouth again as a heavily
breathing Brad slides himself in and out of my brimming pussy. The
twins’ rhythms are discordant, and I have to keep abreast with the
non-synchronized cocks in both my orifices. To further add to my
stimulation, Max’s hands go under my body to finger my nipples and
clit.
The fact that I am semi-dressed instead of
being stark naked adds to my excitement. The bikini straps are
tight and they dig into my flesh. The elastic fabric of the
bikini’s crotch threatens to return to its less tensile state,
which would effectively shield my holes again were it not for
Brad’s solid cock in my pussy keeping it at bay.
The twins ram and batter their respective
dicks into me, causing my juices to flow copiously on either side.
The atmospheric heat rises with the combined friction. The cocks
dance in and out, massaging my very diverse walls of wet flesh.
“I think you’re all disgusting,” Alice
announces in a strained voice.
Alex catches his breath above me. “Then
don’t watch. Go sulk in your bedroom upstairs.”
I have no say in the matter, of course,
being stuffed full in both ends.
“You’re all sick, sick, sick.”
“Shut up, Alice.”
The penises escalate their thrusting.
Sausages of flesh barrel into me and out again, slicked by my
overflowing fluids. Brad’s cock bangs against my G-spot while
Alex’s schlong pummels the back of my throat. The gaping pit of
wanton sensation starts in the depths of my vagina, and then
spirals upwards to my entire pelvis and stomach. Before I can
contain myself, I’m swept away by the ecstasy, the boom-boom-boom
of the ocean loud in my ears – as regular as my own climbing
heartbeat.
I come, and come again violently. My knees
and thighs shudder and I’m on the verge of losing my balance even
though I’m on all fours. I whimper and squeal against Alex’s
schlong in my mouth as he ejaculates his semen into the depths of
my throat. He holds my head in a vise grip so that I cannot
escape.
I swallow it – that bitter almond concoction
that I have learned to love.
A moment later, Brad shoots his load. But he
doesn’t remain inside