Page 51 of S is for SEX

CHAPTER TWENTY

On camera, I had gone in the house and left the two men outside by the pool. Off camera?

Off camera I was trying not to drool.

A man’s sexual desire is made known by the rigidity of his cock. If a man is turned on, his dick reacts, and hiding it is often difficult.

As I sat on the far side of the pool and watched Randy and Les sucking each other’s cocks, I was grateful that women didn’t possess a similar tell-tale sign to indicate their sexual interest. Instead of a hard-on, if a woman’s boobs, for instance, swelled when they were aroused? Mine would have gone from a nice “C” cup to a double “J”.

The mood had gone from passionate and playful to something that would need editing to be aired on any cable channel, and in unedited form might challenge the most graphic scene ever produced by the porn industry.

Positioned on the lounge chair where I was sitting earlier, Randy was on his back. On his hands and knees, Les was positioned over him, with his head in Randy’s lap.

While Les’ perfectly sculpted ass gyrated up and down, he forced his cock in and out of Randy’s mouth. With Randy’s legs spread and his feet to the side of the lounge, his stiff cock was in full view – when it wasn’t down Les’ throat.

It was almost as if the two men were in a contest, seeing who could bring the other to climax first. If nothing else, it seemed that they were trying to impress each other with their ability to suck a stiff dick. And, if that were the case, Randy was the clear winner.

As Les’ entire length continued to disappear in Randy’s mouth, I writhed in my seat. My pussy was soaked, my mind was in the gutter, and I desperately wanted to join the two men in their sexual adventure.

Visions of riding Les’ cock while I sucked Randy’s with vigor filled me. Although I had never participated in such an event – nor had I really given it much previous thought until lately – ridding my mind of such thoughts seemed impossible. I desperately needed to go in the house and distance myself from them, but I couldn’t pry myself away, and I knew it.

No differently than an alcoholic at the local pub, or a heroin addict at a methadone clinic, I found it difficult to resist the urge to fulfill my desire to join them.

After a few minutes of alternating glances between Les’ well-defined tattooed arms to his muscular ass, and then to the stiff cock he was sucking, I reached a point where I had to join them or act on my own.

Either that or I was going to burst into flames.

With my eyes glued on the dick sucking campaign, I reached between my legs and pulled my swimsuit to the side. My finger slid in with ease, but I was so turned on that it did little to satisfy me. While continuing to lust after the two thick cocks that were in front of me, I added another finger.

I slid my fingers in and out of my wetness as I watched the men. With my free hand, I began to rub my swollen nub, hoping to bring myself to a quick climax. After no more than a few seconds, I bit into my bottom lip to numb the feeling that began to fill me.

With my pussy filled with fingers, and my clit tingling from the massage it was receiving, I stared at the two men.

Les’ cock is so thick.

Randy’s head lifted from the fabric of the chair as he took Les’ entire length into his mouth. In response, Les’ back arched and his shoulders raised, forcing his balls against Randy’s lips.

Oh my God.

Every muscle in his well-sculpted tattooed body flared as he pressed his hips against Randy’s face. Watching his entire cock disappear into a mouth so willing – and able – to please was satisfying in itself, but Les frantically stroking Randy’s dick while he relished in the oral satisfaction he was receiving pushed me to the edge.

On the cusp of climax, I rubbed my clit with one hand and I fingered myself feverishly as I gawked in amazement.

Les began to moan, and the sound was unmistakable.

He, not unlike me, had reached his limit.

Les continued to jack the length of Randy’s dick in his clenched fist. Without warning, Randy erupted, shooting cum into the air in spurts.

Les let out a wail, obviously unloading his load deep in Randy’s throat.

And, at that instant, I, too, let out a muffled whimper as I exploded into a different dimension of climactic bliss than I had ever experienced.

After a long pause to regain my senses, I collapsed onto the lounge. Satisfied, yet feeling an odd post-orgasmic guilt for fingering myself poolside, I gazed across the width of the pool toward the men.

Side-by-side naked, they shared the lounge. Laughing and talking quietly, their joy in each other’s company was undeniable.

What I had come to the show in hope of finding, it seemed they had found. What I was seeking, they possessed.

I sat up in my chair and smiled at the sight of them.

One day…

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