Snow

Phoenix had his hands underneath my dress and was using his finger to penetrate my innocence. My eyes widened as he got in as far as the first knuckle.

“God damn… I never thought it would be so exciting to do this in the bathroom. Look at me in the eyes and tell me what you want to do with me. Nothing is off limits. I am a slave to your desires.” The words didn’t sound like me. It was as though someone else or a spirit of some sort took over my body and mind.

I got this interesting image of him with this cocky grin on his face and the landscape of the world sprawled out in front of me. I could actually hear the wind and the sound of the engine flying underneath his expert direction. I was shaking like a leaf with my hands trembling.

He sneezed and his eyes were puffy like they were when we were dancing. It didn’t stop him from having his way with me.

“This raw sexuality is hot.” We were in the last stall and I was pressed up against the wall with the door open a crack.

The excitement of someone walking by and stopping to watch for a moment with their drink in their hand was thrilling. He was very insistent in making me explode with only his finger. It turned into two thick digits churning my insatiable appetite to the surface.

I looked down and found his cock naked sticking ramrod straight through his zipper. I grabbed the heated missile in my fist. The heat was a sobering reminder of how far I had allowed him to get. We had only just met.

“It looks like you started without me. I’m going to have to catch up.” The professor with salt and pepper hair and goatee to match closed the door to give us some privacy.

“Get that cock out and let me see it.” It was a brazen thing to say and he wasn’t put off by my forceful demeanor.

“I thought you would never ask.” With the confidence of a lion tamer, he extracted his weapon of choice.

I gave it a light and decisive slap to the head to make it bounce up and down for my amusement. Being with two guys had only been in my fantasies. I never thought that I would have the chance to live it.

I had both of them in my hands and they were standing there allowing me to abuse them. Their sizes were similar at around 8 inches. The professor was a little thicker than Phoenix.

“I love the idea of being with two men from different generations. I get to live vicariously through both of your eyes.” There was this anxiousness in the air I couldn’t put into words. I could see that Phoenix was a little over eager to get to the main reason why we came into the bathroom in the first place.

He looked angry and kept trying to slap my hands away. I showed him I could be just as persistent by using my nails to tame the beast. He grunted in response and I smiled to let him know this was my way or the highway.

“You should sit down and get a closer look.” The professor looked like he was ready to teach a class and didn’t exactly come out dressed to impress.

I sat down on the toilet with the cold porcelain making me feel this chill run through my lower extremities. I still had a hold of their masculinity in the palm of my hand. They were both dripping expectantly. I had the power and I was going to use it.

“Just touching me like that gives me a reason not to take matters into my own hands.” Phoenix had these playboy good looks and blond hair airbrushed to perfection.

His dimples were hard to contain when he was smiling from ear to ear. He stood a couple of inches taller than the professor. He was sexually confident in his abilities and had the muscles to be the perfect portrait until he opened up his mouth.

“I can’t pretend I don’t want the both of you.” I was salivating for the chance to taste the difference between the two of them.

“Why don’t you show us instead of telling us?” The professor found his courage at the bottom of a bottle.

I noticed the wedding ring was no longer on his finger where it was cutting off the circulation. Taking it off gave him a license to play by a different set of rules.

“I don’t mind if I do.” I steadied his aim and used my tongue to swipe across the leaking eye.

The professor trembled to my touch and his body responded in much the same way that I believed it would. I had my hand holding the base. I opened my mouth wide enough to inhale his sausage. It stretched my jaw and made me work to keep his jerking member still on the surface of my fluttering tongue.

“I hope you haven’t forgotten about me.” Phoenix had opened up his shirt and the gaudy chain around his neck was blinding me.

I released my oral grip on the professor and turned my attention to the one I had primed with my hand. There were no winners or losers in this scenario. I was enjoying the act and had my hand underneath my dress to supply me with the necessary incentive.

“I’ve always loved the way a woman looks on her knees servicing me.” Phoenix wasn’t exactly shy about his youthful exuberance.

He used the power of his hips to drive relentlessly in and out of my mouth. I normally would have found his behavior appalling, but this time it was awakening the woman who had become all too familiar to me. I was letting him into the tight confines of my throat. I didn’t even show a hint of a gag reflex.

“I’ve never done anything like this before in my life. I was sheltered from the world growing up by strict Catholic parents. The only woman I’ve ever been with is my wife.” His confession was a little out of place and I could tell Phoenix was giving him dirty looks to keep him from ruining what was going to be a good time had by all.

“I don’t want to hear about your high school romance. I'm a little busy at the moment. Stop talking and enjoy what you have.” It was good advice and how he was able to talk while I was sliding him back and forth along my agile tongue was beyond me.

I could see in Phoenix’s eyes the thoughts of a dirty young man coming to the forefront. There were no promises of a future when the only thing that mattered was the moment. The sweet nectar pooling on my tongue was making me aware of the sexual tension in the air.

I felt Phoenix tense up and he lurched forward with his hands on the back of my head. I felt the first shot go directly into my throat. He didn’t give me a chance to taste what was boiling up inside of him.

He was trying to say something, but the pleasure centers of his brain were working overtime. The muscles in his neck were pronounced not unlike the vein down the back of his shaft.

He stood back with this crazy look of satisfaction on his face. The smile was indicative of someone who was in desperate need of a nicotine fix. I was no stranger to the pull of a cigarette after sex. It was a bad habit. I was able to break it right after the accident.

“Go ahead and finish him off. I have a bit of a voyeuristic kink. I don’t have the chance very often to sit back and enjoy what somebody else is receiving in pleasure.” I didn’t mind the audience and it made things heat up between the Professor and me.

“You don’t need his permission to do anything.” Even with his libido pounding a drum between his legs, the professor was still able to pull back from the brink to give me a chance to change my mind.

“I don’t need anybody to give me permission to do anything and don’t you forget it.” I wanted him to know where he stood with me.

His words were prohibiting me from enjoying the orgasm about to erupt between my legs.

“I’m just saying that if you…” I silenced his attempt to do the right thing by putting my finger on his lips.

I held the length of his equipment and gave him the tip of my tongue to put him in the right frame of mind. He moaned despite his objections. There was thunder rolling through me and I wanted to feel the lightning of his orgasm.

I sucked it deep, taking it all the way in and back out covered in the glistening shine of my spit. I had his number. He was a little older, but his experience was worth more than he knew. He was fighting to stay in control when I was more than determined to shove him down my throat.

“This is unbelievable. You know how to make a man submit.” He was on the edge and was using the slurping persuasion of my mouth to get him the rest of the way.

“Give her a mouthful. I love the look in her eyes. There’s no faking that kind of intensity. Don’t be shy. You can tell she wants it.” I couldn’t deny his claim.

“I would rather you leave us alone. She might not mind an audience, but I do. Show some respect. I know the word is foreign in your vocabulary.” I found his intellect sexy and I got this image of him smacking the blackboard with a ruler.

He was leaning over me at the desk and I could smell his powerful cologne taking my senses for a ride they were never going to forget.

“Where did you go? This is no time for daydreaming.” I blinked the professor into focus with his knob currently sealed between my red lips.

The shockwave of his climax caught us both by surprise. He was breathing heavy and his face had turned ghostly white. I could feel everything he was giving me with several shots from his over-inflated balls.

It was an impetuous idea to take two men into the bathroom with me. In the cold light of reality, I was positive I was going to think of myself as someone with loose morals.

He finished with jets of his heated cream satisfying the sexual fever I had come down with. There was no holding him back. Phoenix had sneezed five times distracting me from what was happening. He finally relented and gave us room to breathe without his callous remarks.

I had this quick image of him with angel wings and sprouting devil horns. I heard the sound of an airplane engine, but we weren’t near an airport. Phoenix was gone along with the sight of the wings and the sound of the plane ringing in my ears.

These strange images were dream like yet felt so real.

I turned my attention back to the professor.

I liberated his cock from my mouth with the remainder of his discharge clinging to the head. I sprung from the seating position and ran from the room not quite believing what I had just done.

“Come back and we can talk about it.” The professor was being kind and wasn’t trying to make me do anything I wasn’t willing to do.

I slammed the door and rushed through the crowd of people. I didn’t even bother looking for Lindsay. I hailed down the first taxi outside the non-descript black door. We were downtown in the middle of the industrial district.

 

It only gets crazier and crazier from this point onward…