Two Cocks, One Mouth, One Excited Jade

I said I was going to make you wait for the rest of the story, but I’m not a sadist (that title belongs to The Mean Guy!) So here’s the rest…

So there we were, W on one side, certainly not spent; Ad on the other, his cock standing up like a flagpole; me in the middle, gasping and happily satiated after my foray into DP.

I wasn’t allowed to rest for long.

You’ll recall that neither Guy had had an orgasm while they fucked me. Not an unusual or unexpected occurrence, especially given the somewhat awkward position. As I lay there on the bed, I eyed Ad’s stiff cock, with his fist around it, then looked from that enticing sight up to his face. He got this grin that he does sometimes, a very impish, slightly evil one that usually means he’s gonna grab me by the hair and–

And that was exactly what he did. I found myself dragged over to his cock by a hand in my hair.

(“Ow, ow, ow!”  “Shut up and suck my cock.”)

Okay then!

So, more about knowing what my Guys like sexually.

I was excited. I’d had an orgasm, and I didn’t really require another, nor was I even wanting one, feeling pretty satisfied. But I was still aroused, and part of that was knowing that Ad wanted to get off. I love to make my men come in my mouth (read: The Joy of Sucking Cock.) Hell I love making them come anywhere, but that evening, tasting their semen, making them come, just seemed the “right” way to end the encounter. Of course I didn’t have expectations of making W come that way, but…a girl can dream, can’t she? But Ad…oh yes, I know what works for him, and we get a lot of practice. ;-)

Oddly enough, I started out all wrong for him though.

Chalk it up to being excited. When I get excited I get very enthusiastic, and suck cock with a bit of…eagerness…  But his rhythm is very measured, even slow. Even though I knew that, I couldn’t help myself, bobbing up and down on his cock much too fast, slurping and licking and sucking–

Until I felt him getting ever-so-slightly softer. Not measurably so, it wasn’t that he wasn’t enjoying it, it just wasn’t…his way. The way that he likes it best. The way that will push him to an orgasm.  I’ve done this before, see, and I know the signs, I know his signals, I know how his body tightens just slightly as he starts to get excited, I know the barely perceptible hitch in his breathing.

And I know the opposite of all those things when I’m not doing it right.

Immediately I realized what I was doing and forced myself to slow down. To take long, slow strokes with my hand, following my fist down with my mouth, taking him deeply into my throat, almost to the point of gagging, before sliding slowly back up until just the tip of his cock is between my lips. And then doing it again. Up and down in a slow, measured rhythm. His rhythm, not mine.

And was rewarded by a tiny, sharp intake of breath, by the muscles of his thighs tightening beneath me, by the hardening and thickening of his cock. And, eventually, that delicious moment when he gasps “Oh, yes, ye-e-e-s…” and pumps his hips up, thrusting his cock deeper into my throat as he holds my head down and pumps his semen into my mouth.

I looked over at W then, to see him watching with a smile quirking his lips. As I have said, he enjoys watching me pleasure other men. Likes me exhibiting my “prowess.”

Ad gave me a little shove. “W’s turn,” he said.

I like it when he does that. In this scenario (well okay in ANY scenario) it’s hot to reminded that it’s my job to pleasure them.

I scooted over to W and took his cock in my mouth.

It was only half-hard by this point – just the way I like it. I love bringing it to life. I love feeling the softness of it in my mouth, having the whole thing inside my mouth, rolling it around in there, sucking on it and playing with it. Making it grow and change. Feeling it beginning to fill my mouth, until he is stiff and excited and I scrape my teeth ever-so-lightly against him.

W is a different animal than Ad though. He seldom comes during a blow-job, so many times I am just there to provide…stimulation…without the expectation, impetus or responsibility to “make” him have an orgasm. I just keep worshiping, sucking on and licking his cock until he tells me to stop, or until my jaw aches and I make a little move like I am going to stop, to see if he will let me. Most times, he does. But sometimes…

As with Ad, I have learned his signals too. Not that I need a “signal” when he grabs my head and pushes me back down on his cock. That’s a pretty clear command. But by that point I usually already have an inkling that this is going to be one of those “special” times. A time when he’ll let himself go enough to come in my mouth. By that time I’ve felt the way he is moving beneath me, the way he is thrusting back into my mouth, the way his body has tensed. When he isn’t going to come he lets me play with his cock the way I want mostly, only occasionally pushing my head down hard on him so he can thrust into the back of my throat or even choking me a bit with his cock. But when he gets excited enough that he might come, he controls my motion and the rhythm more.  It is subtle enough that if I didn’t pay attention I would not notice, but I’ve learned to pay attention.  I open my mouth a bit wider, making it an open hole, and let it be wetter, so that he slides in and out easier, because at the end he likes to be the one controlling my mouth, sliding it up and down on his cock faster and deeper until, finally, I begin to feel the tiny shudders that ripple through him, and then larger ones, and then he is coming, pushing my head down hard on his cock, spewing his slime into my greedy mouth.

And it is a greedy mouth. Afterward I lick every drop off of him, not caring if there’s any blood left on him from when I was fucking him. This is the only time that I don’t cringe at the sight of my own blood on him, when I am purely intent on lapping up every bit of his come from him.  Afterward I turn to Ad and clean him off too, because he had not given me time to do so before he pushed me over to W.

And then I lay down in between them. If I had a cock it would be hard and throbbing right now, because what we’ve done has aroused me all over again, and I kind of wish I did so I could lay there and stroke it lazily. Instead I think about touching myself again – and remember the blood.

With a cry I leap up from the bed and get a warm washcloth to clean them and myself.  My nonchalance over the sight of my menstrual blood only lasts so long.

The Guys chuckle a bit, and let me clean them, and then I find some clean panties, do what I need to do to keep myself clean during the night, and snuggle down once more between them to sleep.

Another DP success!