Page 304 of Arousing Family

His legs shook and he staggered back, collapsed onto the couch, his arms going out, his head back. He dropped his hand to his cock and gripped it tight as though the worst pain ever coursed through him, but his eyes held mine, tracked across my face, across his semen that dripped from my chin onto the upper swell of my breasts. I turned to Rick and took him back between my lips. He was going to take more work, but I liked that. I started sucking him steadily, slipping him all the way out until the head just touched my lips, then drawing him in again, his full length and I knew he couldn't hold out much longer.

I felt hands behind me. Garry tugged at the clip on my bikini top, struggling and I smiled around Rick's cock but left him find a way and eventually he worked it loose and my breasts swung free. Garry pressed against me, cupping them, molding them. He pulled me back hard, drawing Rick's cock from my mouth, pulled me again, lifting me off the floor. I was carried and dumped on the couch and Rick came back and grabbed my bikini briefs and tugged.

"Oh fuck, cool cunt Mrs H." They had revealed my smooth, shaved pussy. I could smell myself, pheromones filling the air. Rick tried to mount me and I pushed him away. He frowned.

"Up here," I said.

"Jeez."

"Up here," I repeated, and he straddled me, a leg either side my shoulders, his hands on the back of the couch and drove his cock back into my mouth where I wanted it. Garry spread my legs and then his long hair brushed my thigh, a moment later his tongue lapping at me. Not great technique, but the state I was in it hardly mattered.

"Fuck me," I mumbled around Rick's cock, gripping his hard tight ass in both hands. Garry added a finger to the mix. I could say no more because Rick was pumping hard into my mouth, his long slim cock burying itself deep until suddenly he pulled out fast and I tried to grab him, missed as he moved, coming down, his mouth on mine kissing me hard, his tongue a lash.

"You taste of cock," Rick said as he pulled back, smiling, raised himself and slipped back into my mouth.

"I want you to come," I said around him.

"Fuckin' A."

I whimpered as Garry added a second and then a third finger. He was finding his stride, a fast learner. His mouth sucked hard on my clit, his free hand coming up between Rick's legs and finding my breasts, pulling on my nipples and I knew I was real close but I wanted to wait for Rick.

I palmed his ass, pulled his cheeks apart and searched and found his asshole. I felt him hesitate but I didn't, pressing inside, as far as the second joint and I guessed he'd never had a finger in his ass at the same time as having his cock sucked because it was the trigger he needed. He poured semen into me, a long steady stream. Not as many times as Garry, but I was sure there was more, trailing from my mouth and onto my tits. I added my hand to Garry's, spread the semen over myself as the pinprick in my belly blossomed. I cried out. Rick finished pumping and slid back, still half hard, slipping down my body, kissing me as he went, my breasts and nipples and belly. They fought over my cunt, Rick pushing Garry aside, Garry pushing back, both boys adding their fingers as I climaxed, peaked and held. They knew I wasn't finished and continued to work me and I came again almost at once, shaking and jerking.

When I was done they lay on the floor side by side, the same and different. Garry was rock hard again, Rick not yet ready but he was stroking himself and as I watched he started to fill again.

"I promised you boys beer," I said.

"Later," Garry said.

"You want more?"

Rick grinned. "You got more, Mrs H?"

I nodded. "Oh yes. Lots more."

"Fuckin' A."

"Exactly."

Rick frowned and I laughed. Their legs and shoulders touched and I pictured them touching each other, touched myself in front of them, pushing my fingers inside my sopping pussy, pulling juices out and sucking them from my fingers. Garry groaned. Groaning was his thing.

"Think you can last a bit longer second time around?"

They both nodded.

"I want to be fucked," I said, watching their pupils bloom.

"You're so beautiful," Garry said.

"I know." I reached out and grabbed Garry's hand, pulled him up onto the couch, onto his back and I straddled him, my hand seeking and finding his cock, guiding him to my sopping entrance, sank down, his girth stretching me deliciously. I reached out to Rick, pulled him up, sucked his now hard cock once more and then pushed him around behind me.

It took him a while to work out what I wanted. He pressed against me, his cock in the small of my back, his hands on my breasts.

I wriggled my ass against him, reached back and grabbed his cock, pointed it down and rubbed it over my ass.

He moved back, but too far, his cock sliding between my thighs, slipping past Garry's, their two cocks battling between my legs and neither pulled back and I visioned them once more lying with each other, sensing maybe that pleasure was still to come. I needed something, something to make it obvious.

"Rick... in the sideboard. Top right drawer. Fetch it."