Cookies and Milk Ch. 04

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I shook my umbrella at the door, stomped my feet to rid them of excess water, then shed my wet coat and shoes.

Raphael was waiting in the main room, lounging in the sole upholstered chair.

"I'm so sorry about last night," he said. "I... got carried away and..."

"Thanks," I cut him off abruptly. He had been a rude voyeur as Josh, Mikayla, and I had embarked on an... epic... sex romp in the kitchen. Asshole. He had made Mikayla very nervous. And, I think he had been hitting on Josh.

After digesting the intensity of my curt reply and scowling face, he regathered his momentum and continued slowly, contritely, "That Mikayla girl left you a note today." He held out the folded slip of paper.

It had a telephone number.

I softened minutely, "Thanks. Did she say anything else?"

He shook his head. "I apologized to her," he said.

"And?"

"And, I guess she forgave me."

"Forgave you? Really, Rapha? A thirty-something male? In pyjamas? Voyeuring... no, leering... at an 18-year-old girl when she was naked? And her naked boyfriend? And me? When we were all having sex?"

Yeah, I knew this was hypocritical. After all, I was much older and wiser than the two teens, too. But I was still super pissed off. The nerve he had. To watch us.

"Um," he said. "I did tell her that I was gay."

I rolled my eyes. "And that somehow excuses your inexcusable behavior? Because? What, you wanted to fuck her boyfriend, and not her?"

He tucked his head contritely, "Um.... no. You are right. Layla, I am sorry. I barged in and..."

I glared at him. "Don't let it happen again. If... some people are engaged in sex in the common rooms, then you stay in your room. You are not invited to join. Or to watch. Capiche?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said as he saw the rising hostility in my face. "I'm sorry. I'm... sorry."

He fled to his room and closed the door.

Fuck. That went well. Not.

At this rate, I would have to get another tenant to replace him before his contract expired.

Fuck.

--/--

All the next day at work, I was distracted by thoughts about our late-night, three-way sex. My lust for Josh and his hot body had spilled over to include the teen girl Mikayla. Their bodies. Taut. Lean. Tanned. Hot.

And his luscious teen prick. And her flushed red cunnie. Him fucking her. Fucking me, too.

And the moans. And the smell of hot cunnie, hot prick, and cum.

I smiled as I remembered my own orgasms. Two big ones, and several smaller. Fuck that was good. I wanted to do it again. Soon.

But I was puzzled -- Josh had always referred to her as his... roommate's... girlfriend. What the fuck did that mean? After all, she had joined willingly, joyfully in our sex romp. And Josh had certainly fucked her hard, along with me, together.

Anyway, all that sex and confusion made me hesitate about how to communicate with Mikayla. I knew so little about her, or about Josh, either, for that matter. I wanted to know more. Needed to know more. Wanted to meet again. To fuck. Again. But...

But, I was anxious.

Josh had remarked that I had not given him my number, and I still had not done that. Why not? Was I subconsciously protecting something? What?

And then, why had Mikayla given hers to me? Was she acting as a go-between for Josh? Or, did she have a separate agenda? Was she interested in me, for me? Or for something else?

And what about the roommate? What was that about?

Or maybe Mikayla was simply trying to agree on a time for an innocent rendezvous, to make candies? Not sex. Not Josh. Not about us being potential rivals for Josh. Not about us as... potential partners? Sex partners? Together? Bisex? Lesbians?

Maybe all she wanted was to discuss whether I was allergic to nuts, for godsake.

Fuck. The range of topics was so extensive and so potentially damaging or embarrassing.

I didn't want to say anything wrongly or overly revealing or even... to appear too needy or too eager. The ways to screw up the conversation were so... overwhelming.

I then thought: Did I even need to communicate? Should I call? Or maybe it would be better not to call?

But then, what? If I didn't... would this... sex and fun... stop?

I wanted more, more sex and fun, with a desperate yearning that surprised me. Yes, I wanted it. Both of them. Two teens. For sex.

In the end, I decided to leave a brief text, sharing only my phone number.

"Hi Mikayla. Layla. Here is my number. Share it with Josh if you want." At the last second, I struck out the last sentences. "Hi Mikayla. It's Layla." Full stop. I pressed send.

After a couple more minutes, I looked at the text again. It was way, way too terse, almost insultingly terse.

Fuck. I felt like I was in high school again. Idiot.

--/--

Later, when I returned home from work, Rapha's door was closed. There was a bouquet of flowers on the kitchen counter and a card. It said simply, "I'm truly sorry. I will make it up to you. Rapha."

Hmmm, I frowned. Now I... was... worried. There was no telling what he might do.

--/--

The rest of the week proceeded uneventfully, yet my anxiety increased. Rapha kept himself to himself when he was at home, while his job as a waiter kept him out of the apartment most evenings. I worked through my groceries, eating at home, quietly enjoying my empty apartment.

Worse, though, Mikayla did not return my message. I fretted a bit, but not enough to send a second message. Who knows why the teen girl had left her phone number with Rapha? Or why she was taking so long to respond. And... geeze, for that matter, the telephone number was handwritten. Maybe Rapha had transcribed it himself and gotten one of the digits wrong. Maybe I was waiting for nothing.

--/--

The text silence continued. By Sunday, I was wondering whether the whole thing had been a kind of farce perpetrated on me, with my willing participation, of course. They were teens after all. Easily distracted. Capricious. Maybe they had decided to stop, to move on to something else. Someone else.

Finally, I decided to... just drop it. If it was over, it was over. Take the pleasure as it comes, I thought. And if it doesn't? Be glad you had what you had.

I took my shopping list to the grocery store, selected my items, and went through the checkout. As I was leaving the store, I scanned up and down the long row of checkout counters, scanning the bag boys, on faint hope..

No Josh.

Feeling a bit disappointed, I pushed my buggy out to the car and began unloading the groceries into the boot. As I straightened to get the next items from the buggy, I was distracted by a blonde, red-shirted young man standing nearby.

"Can I help you, ma'am? With your groceries?"

I opened my mouth to reply, but was interrupted as a pair of arms reached around my middle and squeezed me from behind.

"Surprise," said Josh. He pulled my hips and rubbed his crotch against my rump, causing my skirt to ride up a bit. Both boys giggled at my discomfiture with this public display of affection in the wide-open car park. I pushed Josh back, and smoothed down my clothes.

"This is my roommate Maxie," said Josh. "Is it OK if he comes over to help make candies?" The dark-haired boy had an impish grin on his face. And the blonde was giving me an open, wanton look.

Clearly, the boys had discussed what had happened previously at my apartment.

"Are you finished with work?" I queried.

They shrugged. "Close enough."

"Let's go then." My cunnie was positively drooling as I swung into the driver's seat. The two boys in the back high-fived.

Game on! Double header.

--/--

I know that Josh and Max wanted to shed their clothes in the hallway and start fucking immediately. Instead, I made the two boys bring the grocery items into the kitchen.

"First things first," I said. "Did you bring condoms?"

The two looked at each other, disappointment blooming.

"Hmmm," I said. "A visiting gentleman who has an interest in... entertaining his lady friend... should come prepared. Right?"

Josh looked at Max, and then the two began whispering to each other.

"You go."

"No. It's too embarrassing."

"Do you want to fuck?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Then you go."

"No, you."

After a series of facial expressions indicating severe negotiation, and a couple of desire-drenched glances toward me, the matter was settled.

"I'll go," said Max. "Give me some money, Joshie."

I interrupted and gave him a twenty. His face lit up. "And bring lube, too. Dry condoms can be uncomfortable."

Max departed at a run.

As the door closed, Josh was full on me, kissing my lips. His hard-on was pressing into my skirt front.

"Woah, boy. Slow down. Don't you know, it is very impolite to get ahead of your friend?" I reached down, found his boner in his pants, and squeezed.

He looked at me, confused, as I continued to fondle his boy parts.

I was going to fuck this boy so hard. And his friend. Together. And I wanted him to.. maintain his excited state. I wanted to see how much I could push these two boys. What would they do? What could I get them to do, when they were sex-drunk? How far could I push? How far would they go? And what would be the most fun for me?

I kept my hand on his dick, and said "So, while we are waiting, shall we make some... candies?"

He nodded. I kept my hand on his dick. He reached out for my titties, but I slapped his hand away. "Hey, no cheating."

I distracted him. "Josh, tell me about Max."

"Um, he is my roommate. I moved in with him and Georgio after Gran died."

"So, Max is dating Mikayla?"

"Oh, no. No, Mano would be angry."

"Mano?"

"It's complicated. Mano... he is our roommate, too, kind of. And, well, he sort of guides all of us. The other roommates. In the house."

"So, he is a... social worker, then? The one who is running the house?"

Josh snorted. "Not really. But he does make up a lot of rules, and we all have to follow them."

"Like what kind of rules?"

"Stuff like clean your room. And, what chores to do. And what you have to do on different days. And he collects the rent. But, Mano would be mad if I discussed it."

I was puzzled by this, but frankly, I was getting distracted by the boy's eager, hard penis. I wanted to suck it, smell it, lick it. And, Max was taking a long time to run down to the corner chemist's for a pack of condoms and lube. I wanted him back, so I could... drive... both of these boys. For maximum pleasure... and maximum depravity... for me and my needs. My needs.

"Josh, would you help me? I need to get something off the high shelf, in that cabinet." Brandy. And sugar. And corn syrup.

The boy hoisted himself up, as if he was going to stand on the counter. I stopped him. "Hey. No. What are you doing?" He motioned that he was getting on the counter. "Not with shoes on. Take those off. And the socks."

Even his feet were beautiful, long, thin, muscular, light blue veins visible in the pink, healthy skin. His toes were long and straight, the nails well-trimmed. I wanted to suck those, too, right after sucking his teen prick.

Fuck. Even the mere presence of this boy, this beautiful boy, was... invigorating... stimulating. My titties were tight little points, and I wanted to get him to strip off my bra with his teeth. No... Both of them. Josh and Max together. At the same time. Nuzzling my aureolas. Nipping.

I watched Josh vault up onto the counter, bare feet right in front of me, his clothed ass at my eye level. I reached up, pushed my hand between his legs. He let me, opening his legs slightly, and I rubbed along the bottom of his crotch.

He looked down, "What did you want again?" My actions had chased all that earlier conversation straight out of his brain.

"Brandy. Sugar. Corn syrup."

He handed the products down to me.

"And the graham crackers. Next shelf down."

He bent over to reach the box at the lower shelf. I took the opportunity to rub my hand along his ass, pushing slightly into the crack, under his balls, lightly, sweetly. But he knew I was there, and his boner was distending the front of his pants.

He dropped back to the floor. I instructed, "Make sure you wash the counter."

He sought the dishrag and wiped at the counter. I leaned behind him, breathing past his ear to inspect as he wiped. "You missed a spot." I left my hand on his ass, cupping him.

I heard sharp tapping at the front door. I set Josh to task. "Keep wiping. And get out two cookie sheets and a two-quart saucepan."

I opened the door to a winded Max, blowing out great sheafs of air. He entered. I locked the door, then instructed him, "Give me your jacket. Good. Now, take off your shoes, and leave them here at the door. Socks, too."

He handed me the brown paper package from the chemist's.

I kissed him. He hadn't expected it, and at first, he was unresponsive. I licked his lips. He struggled to respond, his winded lungs seeking huge breaths to replenish his oxygen.

So, I reached under and pulled at his penis through the fabric of his pants. I had fabric, but I wasn't quite sure what I had in my hand. Fuck it. I then reached behind the waistband of his pants, seeking to find the soft fat worm in his underwear. There was a nice wiry nest of furry delight. And then. Bingo. Found it.

His eyes widened as his heavy breathing continued. "What? What?"

I leaned to whisper in his ear, "We are going to fuck so hard. And you are going to cum. Buckets of cum."

I squeezed his hardening prick gently. Then, I pulled my hand back out of his pants, and slapped him across the cheek.

His eyes were wounded. "What was that for?"

"To remind you, I am the boss. I set the rules. And today, I want cum."

He looked at me with eyes wide in surprise. And, with fear? And lust.

I kissed him again. This time, his breathing had slowed. He tried to put his tongue in my mouth. i nipped it. "Save that tongue. I have a special place for you to lick. Later."

I opened the brown paper bag. "What is this?" I asked, holding out the XXL condoms. There was also a package of regulars. I raised my eyebrows at him.

"I... well... I have broken condoms before. I... want to be a good gentleman, when entertaining my lady friend."

Oh, ho! I thought. This will be a very special sporting evening.

He had also brought two kinds of lube. Something with spice, to heat up your lover, and something silicone. It said, "Buttt Wettt Sexxx." I rolled my eyes at the hapless branding. And I noted one of the likely interests of this boy. This beautiful blonde boy. He liked butt sex. But whose butt?

The barefoot Josh wandered into the front hall, looking for us. I held out a hand to each of the boys, and then we walked as a threesome into the main room.

"I am so glad to have you here," I said. "We are going to have a fantastic time together. First, we are going to make some candies. Then, we are going to play a bit of a game. Then, we are going to... well, you know. We are going to have fun together. All three of us. At the same time." I reached into the groin area of both boys, rubbed lightly.

They looked at one another, surprise on their faces. Josh licked his lips. Then Max giggled.

"Ready?" I asked. They nodded.

I brought out three small glasses. "We are making brandy crisps," I said. "Those are made from graham crackers soaked in syrup and brandy. Very tasty. Like candy."

The boys nodded. I pointed to the saucepan. "Josh, honey, follow the recipe. Put in the sugar and corn syrup. And the other ingredients. Then let's start heating it up."

"Max, dear, please find the candy thermometer in the drawer there. Good, now give it to Josh. Good, yes, Josh, put it on the rim of the pan. Right. Good job. Now, Max, you grease down the cookie sheets with butter. It's in the refrigerator. Yes, there. Good."

Like his friend, Max had strong hands, athletic hands. His pale fine skin glowed after he had spread the butter thinly onto the pan. I licked my lips. My cunnie was dripping in anticipation of what was to come, my underwear now slick with lubrication.

I distributed the graham crackers in close rows on the greased cookie sheets, then turned to the two boys. They were watching, stupid grins on their faces. I blew them a kiss.

"Max, you stir. Keep stirring, and keep an eye on the temperature. Let me know when it gets onto the word scale, above 100." He bent to his task, and Josh leaned over next to him, monitoring the thermometer.

"Now, boys, we have a couple minutes while we are waiting for the caramel to form. So, please taste the brandy. Tell me, should we put in one shot or three? The recipe says to add brandy to taste, so I need your input."

I filled the little glasses, passed them to the boys, then sipped from mine. They mimed my action. Then I tossed the remainder to the back of my throat, and swallowed. They copied that as well.

Max coughed at the heat of the spirit. Josh swallowed a couple times more, making sure that his throat still worked.

I laughed. "Maybe we only need one shot in the recipe?"

The boys nodded. "Good, then. Keep stirring."

Josh pointed. The candy thermometer was at soft ball. We would remove it and pour at soft crack. I added the brandy, then used the bottle to add a bit more. The mixture foamed. "Keep stirring, Max. And Joshie, get ready. We are going to pour the caramel onto the crackers. You move the sheets to make sure everything is coated evenly. And boys, be careful. The caramel is hot, and if you get a spill on you, you will get burned."

I lifted the saucepan, and Max assisted, holding it under my arm with his own strong forearm. His hard muscles brushed against the side of my breast as we moved the pour over the cookie sheets.

Both boys were grinning. This was fun. Cooking with me. Anticipating fucking with me.

"Good, good, you men. Thank you very much indeed, for a job well done," I said. "Now, we need to let those cool. Let's start the game."

The smell of brandy and caramel was intoxicating. But it didn't quite hide the smell of pheromones and male heat arising from the two boys. I could feel the flush of excitement spreading over the top of my chest, above my breasts.

I pulled them into the next room, then grabbed the brandy and shot glasses.

"We are going to play a game. I call it Lies and Consequences. I ask a question, and then you answer. If the answer is a lie, then I get to issue a penalty. After 20 questions, we will count up the lies, and find out the winner."

Josh had a puzzled look. "So, we are supposed to lie?"

Max butted in, "No, dummy. If you lie, then there is a penalty."

"Oh." His puzzled look didn't change.

I smiled, "The questions might be embarrassing, so maybe you will be tempted to lie. But if you get caught, there will be a penalty."

"Oh. I think I get it."

"Good. Shall we start?"

The boys settled into the couch, Their luscious bare feet twisted as they shifted position and crossed their legs. I sat in the upholstered chair, just opposite, my skirt discreetly at my knees.

"I know that both of you are good friends, and that you are roommates."

They nodded.

"So, for the first question, I want to know, do you watch pornography and jerk off? How often?"

The two heads ricocheted. "What?"

"You heard the question."

Max answered first, "Um. Yes." He looked at Josh.

"Me too. A couple times."

"A day," said Max. Then he pointed at Josh. "Don't lie."

Josh smiled sheepishly and nodded. "A day."

I smiled. "Good, it seems you both avoided a lie, this time." They grinned at each other. These boys liked to get praise, no matter how small.

"Next, I want to know, what are your three favorite things to watch in pornography? What makes you cum? Be specific."

The boys thought about their answers. Josh looked at Max, then spoke. "I like to watch fucking. Boys and girls. And, I like to watch deep throat, you know, when its all the way in. And I like to see... cum. Spurts. That makes me get off."

Max continued, "I like all that too." Then he stopped.

I interjected. "That was a lie." I pointed to Max. "Am I right, Josh?"

He looked at Max. "I'm calling bullshit, Max. You didn't say anything, you just copied me."

Max dropped his eyes. "What is the penalty?"

I said, "First, you have to answer the truth. Or the penalty will be much worse."

"Fine, then. I was telling the truth. I do like all the things that Josh mentioned. And, I like some other stuff too."

"What stuff?" asked Josh.

"Not telling. It's embarrassing."

I intervened. "Penalty, then." I filled a shot of brandy, handed it to Max. "Drink."

He grimaced as the fiery liquid went down, then sighed, relieved that the penalty was over.

"Now, stand up," I said.

"What? What for?"

"Your penalty is not done," I said. "Take off your pants." I pointed imperiously.

He stood there a minute, debating in his head. Would it be more embarrassing to just confess his desire? Or to strip in front of his roommate. And me, a woman.

He folded the pants and laid them on the floor next to the couch, then sat. There was a chub in his underwear, his fat worm pushing upward.

"Next question," I said. The boys looked attentively. "When did you lose your virginity? Tell me with who and where it was."

Max started off the response, "I was in high school, last year, and it was Sarah Evans. In her dad's poolhouse."

Josh laughed, "Sarah Evans? Whoo boy."

Max said, "Hey, be nice. She... well she kissed me and sucked my dick. And she has very fine fat titties."

I wasn't too sure if Max had actually enjoyed losing his virginity. But then, many first times were not... exciting.

Josh was balking, so I prompted, "Well, Josh?"

He looked at me, strangely. "I'll take the penalty."

Hmmm. What was that about? Had his first time been... with me? Two weeks ago? No way, I thought. The following week, the three-way fuck with Mikayla? That was not a week-old ex-virgin. That showed full experience.

I thought some more -- his reaction then must mean that his first time had been... bad. Very bad. Embarrassing. Poor boy.

I wondered about Josh, this beautiful, sexy boy. What had happened to him? Bad experience losing his virginity. And his gran had died. Then he had been taken in by this strange man... Mano? It sounded... weird.

I handed him the brandy glass, then pointed. He downed the brandy, and without further prompting, stood and stripped off his pants. No boner, now. That question had certainly killed his mood.

"Next question," I said. "How many times have you fucked a girl?"

Their eyes rolled upwards as they started counting in their heads. Max was using his fingers.

"Six," he said.

Josh said, "The same."

Max pounced. "Liar."

"How many, really, Josh?" I asked.

"OK, then. Three."

"That's bullshit," said Max. "You are still lying."

"Fine," I said. "Penalty for you, Josh."

He looked at me, expectantly.

"Stand here, in front of me." He did, facing me, ass toward Max.

I reached in, pulled down the front of his underwear, baring his limp cock sitting in its nest of curly dark hair.

With my other hand, I pulled his limp worm loose, gently, and then licked it. He looked at me stunned. Max was craning his head. trying to see what was happening.

I sucked, licking the frenulum. Again. And again. I felt pulsing. His heartbeat. This cock was not dead, it had just needed a little mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

His boner was back.

I licked my lips, purred, "Good boy," then pulled his jockeys back up, spun him, and slapped his ass. "Sit."

He returned to the couch, next to Max, whose face was asking "What happened there? That didn't look like a penalty."

"Next question," I said. "How many times have you fucked Mikayla?"

Josh's eyes bugged. Max looked puzzled.

"Um," he said. "Never. Mikayla is Mano's girlfriend."

Josh said, "Huh. Yeah. Never."

I looked at him, then wondered... He had fucked Mikayla right in front of me. He knew it was a lie. He knew that I knew. So, why? Clearly, he couldn't admit to fucking Mikayla... not where Max could hear it. Why not?

Ah, I thought. Mano. Max had stated the reason. Mikayla was Mano's. And... Josh had fucked her. I wondered... Who is this man Mano, and what was Josh doing? Was this a risk? Josh was scared of him. I relented.

"OK, then, sounds like that is the boring truth."

Josh relaxed on the couch, and sent me a grateful look.

"Let's move on to the next question," I said. "Have you ever had sex where both of you were naked, together, like in a three-way, or jerking off together? Describe the last time you did that."

The two boys looked at each other, and snickered.

Josh started, "Last week, we were playing W-O-W. You know, and Max got killed. Then I got killed. And we said..."

Max jumped in, "... we said fuck it, let's watch the Hub. And Josh picked out a rad fuck, I think some Russian girls. And the guys were fucking them two at a time."

"Yeah, in the mouth and in the cun... pussy." said Josh.

"And in the butt," blurted out Max. Then he startled, surprised at his statement. Had he just let out his secret? I smiled.

"And did you cum? Together? When you were jerking off, naked, together? Spurt your cum on each other?" I asked.

The boys suddenly looked embarrassed. Josh shook his head, no, no, no. Max said, "No. No. That would have been gay."

They both blushed.

I laughed. "That's a fucking lie. Both of you." I pointed, "Penalty time. Josh, take off Max's shirt. And Max, take off Josh's shirt. Give them to me." I balled up the clothing, put it under me.

The boys were now sitting in their underwear, bare feet tantalizing me, and bare chests drawing my eye downward toward their.... hidden worms, raising bulges in their underwear.

"Next question," I asked, dragging my eyes to theirs, demanding their attention. "Which of you is the best at licking?"

Josh asked, "Licking what?" Hmmm, I wonder what he had in mind?

"Licking my titties," I said, grinning. I stood, reached out and grabbed the hair on each boy's head, pulling them up and out of the couch, then dragging them to latch onto my fully clothed breasts. I twisted, rubbing my chest against their faces, then I dropped their heads and stepped back.

"I want licking. Now," I said.

Josh was the first to understand. He reached out, pulled my top over my head, threw it into the ball of clothing on the chair.

Max, seeing this action, immediately knew what to do, and reached for my bra. The front closure baffled him for a minute, as he searched in vain for the clasp on my back. I turned, drew his hands to the front of the garment, and said, "Looking for this?"

Between the two of us, the bra was soon loosened, and Josh assisted in pulling it away and downward, freeing my heavy titties.

"Lick," I commanded.

Each boy latched onto a nipple, applying their tongues wildly, slobbering over the bottom swell of my bosom, then upward to the aureolas, then flicking the tip of each crinkly nipple.

God, that felt good. Delicious.

I pulled their heads tightly to my breasts, hands cupping their skulls. I leaned down, inhaling the smell of their hair. Each one, different, spicy, sexy, clean. Athletic.

The dual, wiggling tongues sent ripples of tingles to my belly, my cunnie. I could smell the intense pheromones from my own sex, rising away from my slick panties, escaping from under my skirt.

I stepped back. Their hard boners stretched their jockeys stiffly outward. Max was unconsciously reaching into his underwear to fondle his dick. Josh was holding a stunned look on his face. My cunnie tingled.

I laughed. "Aren't we having fun? I love the look of your hard dicks. I can't wait to see them naked." The boys looked downward at their stiffies, and giggled in anticipation.

"Next question, who is the better at licking?"

Max was confused. His face said, wasn't that the same question we just had?

Josh grinned widely, lasciviously, "Licking what?" he asked. Then he reached out and found the zipper on my skirt, and pulled it down.

Max, face now blooming with understanding after observing Josh, took immediate action to pull my now-loose skirt down over my knees, and then to my feet. I kicked off my shoes and then stepped out of the rumpled fabric.

We looked at each other, all three standing half-naked in our bottoms. I wished that I was wearing my white G-string - that had been a sure-fire boner-maker for Josh last week. But, then, who wears a G-string to go to the grocery?

Note to self. Start wearing a G-string to the grocery store. You never know.

I sat back in the upholstered chair, then squirmed so that my ass was perched on the edge. I lifted my legs high, above my head. My clothed sex was lewdly on display, holding the boys' rapt attention.

"Lick," I commanded.

Josh moved first, holding one leg then licking along my thigh up to my panty-covered pussy.

I grabbed his hair, pulling his face closer, over the clothed camel-toe.

Max had by now understood his task, but he was hesitating, not sure if he wanted to butt heads with Josh.

I wiggled a finger at him. "Come here, boyo. I want you to lick." I lifted a breast up, pulled his head to it.

He kneeled to the side of the chair and busied himself with my titties, first one, then the other.

Josh was slavering over my soaked panties, tongue rapidly flicking.

I reached for Max's waistband and pushed his jockeys downward. He used his hands to lower them all the way, and he was fully naked, now crouched at my side, licking my titties without interruption.

My hand dangled over the side of the chair, fishing for his hard dick. There. There it was. I rubbed the head, then grasped it round. I stroked, then pulled, and he moved in response, lifting his prick toward my mouth. I put my lips over the helmet, sucking as I tongued his peehole. I was rewarded with the delightful flavor of slick precum. This boy was ready. Hot. Excited.

I removed his prick with a plop. "Good boy, very good boy," I said. "Josh, I think we are wearing too much clothing. Get those off. All of it."

I lifted my ass as Josh pulled at my panties, using his teeth to drag them downward. He rubbed his nose in my cunnie, inhaling the strong scent from my steaming sex as he worked lower and lower. Fuck. His breath, his little sniffs as he passed over my cunnie, that was hot. Fucking hot.

With his thumb, he quickly dropped his own pants, and his dark boner bounced. A drool of pre-cum made the end shiny, enticing. I licked my lips, thinking of sucking that beautiful prick.

Max was watching, transfixed at the sight of my bare sex, my well-trimmed little nest of curls, my reddening lips and the... inflated.. appearance of my cunt lips and clit, standing high and exposed from its normal protective folds. I was... in heat. Ready.

"Fuuuucck," he said.

Josh's boner was full on, slightly curved, with dark skin and a purple head, contrasting with Max's pale skin and a pink shaft and pinkish-gray head.

I pulled each prick to me, licked each hard dick once, twice, then stopped.

"Not yet," I said. "You need to lick."

The boys looked at each other, then shrugged.

I pointed to Max, then to the rug on the floor, in front of the couch. "Lay there." Josh got a knowing look on his face. He knew what was next.

"You, Josh, get that bag from the chemists. I want. Lube." He turned to search for the missing sex supplies.

I held Max's head tight to the floor, face up, then stood over him, my feet on each side of his head. Then, as I watched his face, I squatted -- no, planted -- my red-hot cunnie on his mouth.

Unlike Josh, Max was a natural cunt-licker, and he immediately began slavering his tongue up and down my slit. He dug deep into my cunnie, then licked along the slick labia up to my exposed clit. My fully aroused clit. And he danced his tongue lightly, carefully, continuously, on this most sensitive zone.

As his tongue focused on my clitty, he pushed two fingers into my cunnie, stroking my g-spot. I could feel the tightness, the swell, the gush of my wet slick fluids.

The last hour of teasing and dominating these two boys came crashing in. Boom boom BOOM. Just like that, my insides pulsed, and I spasmed, jerking while squatting on his face. I gasped, and his tongue motored on through my twitches and jerks.

I thought, very good, you boyo, Max. Very good. First orgasm.

I lifted slightly, unrelenting with my weight on his face, and shifted my butt to center on his tongue. I turned to watch his prick over my shoulder, and sure enough, my suppositions were confirmed: his boner was pulsing now, curved, hard, pink head flaring to dark red. This. This was his secret. Butt sex. This boy. Wanted butt.

And I fed it to him, rocking my pelvis to center on his mouth, pushing my anal ring onto his tongue. He made his tongue hard, pointy, and injected it into my hole. My wet pussy was dripping my juices into his nose; he snorted to clear it and to breathe, but his tongue never stopped. Probing, swirling, licking. Fuck. This boy was good.

And he was... dirty. Depraved. I loved it. Just how... sexy... he was.

And just like that, again, BOOM boom BOOM. Spams pulsed in my sex, in my ass. Fuck me! Again. So soon. So soon. What a tongue!

Two.

Josh was standing at my side, watching as Max dealt out stunning orgasms to my wanton body. Josh held the two bottles of lube tipped up for review. I picked the silicone, squirted some on my fingers. Max was going to get his dream. Just maybe a bit differently than he had expected.

In shifting my attention to Josh and the lube, I had forgotten Max, and he was tapping at my thighs, pinned by my weight on his face.

"Oh, sorry," I said as I rolled off sideways. I leaned to kiss him, and his eyes bugged out in surprise. A kiss after... he had been licking? My butt? He was shocked, but his boner only intensified.

"That was lovely. You are.... yes, you are the best licker, ever" I said.

Max inhaled deeply a couple times, catching his breath, then a vast smile spread across his face, as he processed my words.

"What is my prize, then?" he asked.

"I know your secret," I said. "And I will make sure that.. you will get it. All the way."

He smiled, then shifted his face, and smiled again. "Really?"

"Yup. Really. Butt sex... your secret."

He looked at Josh, embarrassed. Josh turned away, as if he hadn't heard what I had said.

I smiled. Because I knew that Josh, too, liked butt stuff: a finger in his ass, rubbing his prostate while his dick was sucked, while he fucked.

Both of these boys.

"Ok, boys, it's time to define the winner, for the prize."

They looked at me, interest fully engaged. I nodded toward Max. "I'm sorry, Josh, but Max is the better licker. The best licker ever. I... I came already. Twice. Fuck that was good."

Max grinned expansively, and Josh slumped a bit.

"Max goes first. But tonight, every boy gets a prize. I want cum. Lots of cum."

The two looked at each other, Josh standing over Max, who was still lying face up on my rug. They grinned. "Fuck yeah."

"Josh, get Max a condom. One of those gold ones. XXL. And help him put it on."

"What?"

"Get Max a condom..."

"I'm not gay."

"Who said you were gay?"

"I think it's gay, to put a condom on another guy."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"So what?" I demanded. Now we will find out just how strong my -- dominance -- is over these two boys. The gay thing. The third rail of sex.

"Max, are you gay?"

Startled, he replied, "No."

"And you, Josh?"

"Fuck no."

"Good then, that's settled. Neither of you are gay. Put his condom on, please, Josh. Now."

"What if someone finds out I put...."

I interrupted. "No one will find out unless one of you tell. Are you going to tell, Josh? Or you, Max?"

They looked at each other. Such a confession would have been self-incriminating.

"No."

"What if I said, that I think two boys who... um... help each other with their boners, with the condoms... makes me crazy horny. And, when I am crazy horny, then, well. I would want to have two dicks in me. At the same time."

They looked at each other.

I sat on the chair again, rump at the edge, and I lifted my feet. My raging red wet cunnie and distended anus drew their full attention.

"Both of you, here. And here."

They looked at each other, licked their lips. Their boners were pulsing. They nodded.

"Put on the condoms," I commanded. How far could I go? Would they comply? Or break?

They didn't move.

"Come here," I said. I sat up, pulled both pricks to my face, and rubbed them together. I licked the pair of penises in my hands, then slid my finger under the two sets of balls, tantalizing them. The ball sacks squirmed like snake skins as I dragged my finger over them.

Then I reached up to Max's head. pulled his hair and drew his face down to the level of Josh's prick. Max's eyes widened, and he balked, pulling back.

Josh took a huge intake of breath, shook his head.

The answer was now clear to me: they would break.

I laughed. "Nevermind. I want you. Both of you." I rolled the regular condom over Josh's prick. Then I leaned back and pulled him into my hot cunnie.

He rabbited away, short rapid strokes. Huffing. The last hour of teasing had left him with a powerful need to stroke into my body.

"You next," I said to Max. He brought a gold foil, and I rolled that large balloon over his super-sized prick. "But you don't get my ass. Not today. Not today."

I pushed Josh out of my body, then stood up.

I pointed to the floor. "Josh, you know what to do. Get down there. Facing up."

He grinned, and laid down as instructed. I lifted his legs, then sat on his hard prick, facing away. Amazon position. I was dominant. He was exposed. His hairy butt was exposed.

I looked Max in the face. "Watch," I said. I reached under me, under the dark cock stroking rapidly in my cunnie, and I found Josh's hole. And I put my lubed finger in there.

Max watched, stunned. It was butt sex. But it was not what he had expected. Not at all. Josh.... was getting butt sex. And, based on his huffing and groans, he was loving it.

"Now you," I said. "Give me your cock. In my mouth." He had to crouch to line up, and finally decided just to kneel in front of me, as I sat on Josh's prick.

I kept the one finger in Josh's hole, twitching. And as Max pushed his super-sized dick into my mouth, I reached around to find his butt-hole for penetration. Bingo. I pushed in a lubed finger from my other hand.

Fuck, I was busy, trying to suck that monster while vibrating my fingers against their prostate bumps.

Both boys began to gyrate their hips, slamming their hard pricks into me. I gagged from the big dick in my throat, but the rapid oscillations from Josh's dick in my cunnie offset the discomfort, and I could feel the buildup to big O number three.

Max's anus began to contract on my probing finger, and he gasped, holding his breath, and gasping again.

A few more pushes at my throat, and he stopped moving, withdrawing. The reservoir in the super-sized condom was full of white gooey joy.

Josh pushed a finger into my own butt-hole, and I clamped down hard on his prick while continuing to stroke a finger in his hole.

He rabbited away, vibrating his dick into my hot cunnie. Then, he jerked left, twisted right, and just shuddered in place, groaning as he came. I lifted off his body, and his condom-clad dick bounced.

Max had sat down on the chair. More like, fallen down into the chair. His muscles were limp, soft. Spent. His eyes were closed.

Josh stood up from the floor.

"Shower time," he said, and stripped off his filled condom, dropping it as he moved toward my bedroom and the attached ensuite.

"Wait," I said. "Get the brandy crisps."

He shrugged, detoured to the kitchen, and returned with a sheet of the cooled wafes.

I took Josh's dropped condom and stripped the filled XX condom off Max's now softening dick. Then I squeezed the cum out of both rubbers onto a wafer. There was enough to cover four of the caramel sweets.

I swirled the goo, leaving a sticky, sexy mess. I lifted one of the sweets to my mouth, and bit into it.

Josh's eyes widened, and his spent worm began to lift. "Wake up, Max. Fuck, this is hot. She's eating our cum. On the candy."

Max watched me eat a second wafer, and his worm began to stir, as well.

I lifted the last two cum-covered sweets to the boys. "Prove to me that you are worthy for butt sex. Eat this," I commanded.

Josh's face crinkled in fear and shame. But Max. Max was thinking about it. His fat worm began to stand on its own, pink shaft stretching longer and thicker.

Max licked his lips. His fantasy. Butt sex. For real.

Max reached for the wafer, ready to pay the price for butt sex, but Josh interrupted. "No, Max. No, that's disgusting."

He scowled at Josh. "Fuck."

I looked at the two boys, smiled, "Next time, then, maybe." I stood, ate the remaining two cum-covered sweets. "Delicious," I said.

Then, taking their hands, I pulled the two naked boys into my bedroom ensuite for cleaning up. Max's hard dick bounced as we walked into the next room.

Three of us barely fit in the shower, but I made sure to rub Max's turgid prick with extra soap, and he came again, spraying Josh's back with cum. The water quickly washed it off his fine, smooth skin, and I watched the liquid joy swirl down the drain.

No butt sex for Max. But, he smiled anyway. He had cum twice. And, among the showering water, Josh hadn't noticed that he had been a target of friendly fire.

I smiled, hugged the two boys, rubbing their naked, wet bodies together in my arms.

Some fantasies were not possible with these two boys. At least, not yet.

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