I [F]uck two guys in one night, I guess I’m insatiable

**First Act**

I moved my hips to brush my ass against the front of his pants, feeling the heat of his breath against my bare neck. His hand encircled my bony waist as we lay quietly on the mattress. We could hear the music thumping outside the door.

“Careful,” I teased him, “You’re turning me on.” He resumed nibbling at my ear as his fingers went exploring.

“It is my birthday,” he purred into my hair.

“And what’s a birthday without a blowjob?” I completed the idea.
“When?”

“When you say ‘now.'”

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He pressed me firmly against him, letting me feel how ready he was. His fingers went crawling across my skin to find the tops of my panties, diving beneath them to find my wet lips inviting him in. I spread my legs. My partner already knew how to please me, pumping his fingers in expertly and making me shiver with pleasure. “Now” he growled, and I was primed to obey.

I was wearing a white strapless dress, so revealing that I had pinned it to the top of my bra to prevent my nipples from peaking out. I pulled the whole thing down, exposing my chest to him in the semi-lit room. The fabric clung to my body, being little more than lycra, and it rode up my thighs as I positioned myself between his legs, ripping off his pants as I did so.

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He came, less than an hour later, with his dick buried deep into my vagina. He hadn’t moved a muscle, It had been my turn to work hard, with my hands, voice, tongue, big ass, and pussy, in order to coax an orgasm out of him. I was exhausted, but pleased with my achievement. I shifted off of him on the skinny mattress, pulling up my bra and the top of my dress as he tied off the condom, and then settled in for a cuddle. He caressed me as he whispered sweet things to me, that it was an amazing birthday, that he loved me, that I was the most beautiful girl in the world. I blushed and laughed in the dark, I love when he’s sweet with me. I love him too, and made sure he knew.

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**The offer and the difficult decision**

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Where were my panties though? I couldn’t find them. In my search, I didn’t notice him watching me, so I was surprised when I heard his voice so close to my ear.

“Leave them off, and I’ll send someone else in.” My skin prickled. He knows my fantasies, but I never expect him to actually indulge them. “Does that turn you on?” he asked softly, lips brushing against my most erogenous spot, the back of my neck. I leaned into him, embarrassed and somewhat more out of breath than a minute ago. “Are you sure you’re ready for more?” I turned around to nuzzle his neck, kissing along his jawline and running my fingers down his back. “Who do you want?”

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I contemplated. We’d already done this with his best friend, Jaco, a few times, and the guy was sure to score that night anyway. The guy I really wanted to fuck was also working on a girl and I didn’t want to interrupt his hard labour for a bit of free sex. My next choice was Pietro, but I was nervous for my partner’s reaction.

“Pietro? Really? Won’t he get a bit attached, you see him all the time?” Pietro was one of Leo’s neighbourhood friends, who works close to our home and stays overnight in the big house at least 2 nights a week.

“Jaco lives with us, and he didn’t get attached, but I guess you know them better than I do…” I didn’t want to push it, it was his birthday after all, but I knew I could try one more time. “Besides, Pietro hasn’t fucked in ages.” I had won him over with reason and compassion, how could he not throw his friend a bone now and then?

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“I’ll send him in.” Leo got up from beside me and paused at the door, looking back at me one more time, draped across the messy bed, no panties under the thin white dress that so tantalisingly betrayed the hourglass figure beneath. “That’s sexy,” he muttered and when to find his friend.

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**Second Act**

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My heart was pounding. I heard footsteps and the door flung open. I could just see Leo’s hand gripping the door handle as it closed behind a bewildered Pietro, now alone with me in the darkened room. You could see why he hadn’t fucked in quite some time, he was barely taller than me, and I’m tiny. And he was bone thin, after losing all his teenage weight. But Pietro made up for his scrawny appearance with an infinite skill set including carpentry, electrical, piano, singing and taekwondo. I had always wondered what other skills he might be hiding.
“Come here,” I ordered seductively, and he took a few nervous steps.

“Leo sent me, he said you needed me…” His voice trailed off.
“Come here,” I insisted and he now stood next to the bed, not quite knowing what to do with himself. He fidgeted, looked me over, and quickly drew his eyes back to mine. “Closer,” I teased and he sat gingerly beside me.

“This is weird, right?” He whispered.

“Well if you don’t want to-”

He didn’t even let me finish, eyes widening with the sense of an opportunity fading before him and blurting out a hurried, “well, ok” before he crashed his lips against mine.

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**Action**

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The kiss was intensely passionate, his hands pulling at my hair, face and shoulders, as I let my fingers roam across his head and back. He positioned himself over me. I offered up my neck and he devoured it hungrily, gaining the confidence to squeeze my breasts, letting out a yearning moan as he did so. I wrapped my legs around him, allowing the fabric to ride up to reveal my slick, glistening pussy. He felt it wet against him and sat up. I watched him as he hurriedly stripped off his shirt and got started on his pants. I slid off the bed and knelt before him, waiting patiently for him to finish. Me: dressed skimpily, but dressed. Him: naked as the day he was born.

I grabbed his thighs with both hands, looking directly at the erect dick and feeling my mouth instinctively start to salivate. I ran my warm, wet tongue up the right side of his member, skipped the head, and down the left side. I lapped at the base before coating the entire under side of his dick with saliva. Wetting my lips, I paused to glance up at him before I encased the head of his penis inside my mouth, rousing a low moan. I sucked on the head slowly, increasing the pressure with time, but maintaining a constant rate. I allowed my spit to dribble down his cock on all sides, leaving it slick and smooth before I descended down in one steady move feeling it hit the back of my throat and then pushing just a bit more, burying my nose into his skin and deep-throating his long dick.

I began to pump up and down, swallowing his cock as deep as possible on every measured stroke. I rubbed my own spit into my hands and kneaded his balls while I worked. When I started to gag, I pressed his dick even further into my throat and held it there, until I had to pull back, gasping for air. I continued this pace, feeling him closer and closer to orgasm.

With a pained groan, he pushed me back on to the bed, before I had a chance to make him cum, to taste him. He lifted my legs and swiftly buried his face between them, using the flat of his tongue to lap at my sensitive clitoris. I bit my lip, not with pleasure but with consternation. I hadn’t gotten to make him cum and now he’ll probably fail to do the same. I don’t even like oral. My stern brow and worried look faded in a second as he slipped two fingers inside and I let out an involuntary moan. I rocked my hips against his hand and he pushed another finger in. My moans got louder. I didn’t think about the party outside, or about my partner hearing perhaps more than he cared to, I lost myself to the sensations, his fingers caressing me from within, feeling the burn as my vagina contracted around them. I grasped at his shoulders as I came, noisy and wet. I wonder if he already knew that I was a squirter, surely boys talk about these things. I felt my juices coat his hand and splash onto the bed. “Que riiiiico” he moaned and his croaky voice drove me wild. He didn’t stop pumping in and out for a minute, and propped up on my first wave of orgasm came the second one, just as wet but this time silent as my mouth formed a quiet oh.

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When I came back down to earth he was kneeling between my legs, I knew what he wanted now.

“Do you have a condom?” I asked. I had used mine with Leo. Like the worst boyscout, he shook his head no. I laughed and scolded him. I was tipsy and high but not stupid, there was no way. I threw him down on to the bed and pressed myself against him, grinding and rubbing against his body. He desperately needed a release and I was already calm and playful with post-orgasm endorphins. I pressed my tits into his mouth and he gorged himself greedily as I massaged his stiff cock with my thigh, coating one of his legs with my still-flowing juices. I slicked up my tits with his saliva and mine, lubricating them up before I shimmied down his body to wedge his dick between them, holding them tightly together with one hand. I levered myself up and down, jacking him off with my breasts, hearing his breathing turn into moans. When was the last time a girl did that to him? I wondered, and the somewhat cruel thought turned me on even more.

I gripped his cock tightly and began to pump quickly. With the other hand I cupped his scrotum and lathered his balls with my spit, dancing over them with my tongue, sucking them gently and then caressing them with my thumb. He sat up to look at me as he came. From my vantage point I could observe him, eyes wide open, mouth ajar, pumping spunk into my hair, my hands, and my partners sheets. My pussy pulsed with hot desire. Who doesn’t love a good show? And there’s nothing I love quite like making a man cum for me, except maybe bringing another girl to orgasm. I had half a mind to ask him to go fetch Polly, but I decided to save that rabbit-hole for another time.

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