Those kisses, happening nearly simultaneously, made her body leap with sensations, her mind exploding with colours as her full lips dropped open and she let out such a lewd moan. Her pelvis tilted towards Terry, her hand gripping Ben’s leg as she tried to breath.
“What are you guys doing?” she managed, but she didn’t care. Whatever it was they were doing, she wanted more. She felt like she was soaring.
“Lovin’ on you,” Ben said playfully after letting her earlobe slip free from his mouth. His own hand tucked in under the waistband of her skirt, and working in concert with the other man, he curled his finger in under her panties, letting that digit brush against her most sensitive petals as he tugged the garment aside.
Immediately after, Terry pressed his lips to her quim and his tongue lashed out, teasing her sensitive little folds as he began to eat her out atop the couch.
All the while the sounds of the other men carried through the ceiling, the pants and moans rising, peppered with feminine squeals amid the masculine grunts, adding an even higher erotic tone to the whole tryst.
She’d never been touched there before and her eyes widened as she moaned, the sensation so electric.
“Oh my God,” she whimpered, tightening her hold on Ben’s thigh.
“I’ve never...” she trailed off as Terry’s tongue lashed against her wet cunny again, her blood flooding her sex and leaving her mind so deliciously hazy.
Terry’s hands grasped her two smooth inner thighs as his tongue worked up between her slit, lashing along it only to end in a delightful swirl around her clit. The practiced maneuvers so blissful, and Ben came to the aid again, as he took his hand from out of her skirt and helped lift her legs, one at a time, to place them over Terry’s shoulder, aiding that sweet cunnilingus.
“It’s okay,” Ben assured her softly, kissing at her neck and cheek with such tenderness. “We’ll take it real slow, you don’t have to worry about a thing. Not tonight, not any of the nights after,” he said smoothly, returning his hand to her stomach, rubbing faint little circles over her mons and on up as he nudged her shirt closer to her breasts.
They were... perfect.
She couldn’t have imagined anything more sensual, more erotic than those two men touching her body with such devotion. It was unlike anything she could have ever imagined, and hips rolled with such appreciation, bare feet pressed to Terry’s back as her head slowly turned towards Ben, finding his lips with her own, tongue lashing against his.
Terry’s face was buried into her pussy, licking and drinking her sweet honey as Ben and her locked lips of a different sort. He tilted his head, and her first real kiss was delightful. His tongue penetrated her mouth, swirled around hers and produced such delicious little sensations to complicate the deep sparks of electricity that rose from her loins.
Ben kissed her so masterfully, and she was so overwhelmed by it all — and the sounds of the lovemaking upstairs — that she didn’t even feel Ben’s arms go around her, lifting her shirt up and then undoing her bra so skillfully as to slip it off her breasts. His hand found her bare, heavy tit and kneaded it as they made out.
Her nipples instantly hardened against his grasp, hips rocking and moans vibrating into Ben’s mouth as she tried to mimic his motions. Her tongue tangled with his, her hands going to his jawline and pulling him in towards her.
And then Terry flicked his tongue against her clit and it throbbed, and her entire body stilled as it simply focused on that one act, the one burst of pleasure that ignited a fire in her belly.
Ben squeezed her breast and his kiss grew more passionate in that intense moment, the way he teased and tugged her nipple helping expand that fire from her belly outwards through her limbs. Yet it was Terry’s incessant tonguing that did the bulk of the work, the broad man working her loins into such a frenzy as he so expertly ate her out, lashing her sensitive clit again and again with those little swirls of his.
Lisa didn’t have any words for what was happening to her, but that explosive feeling of her nerves coming alive made her writhe and scream. She couldn’t hold it back, even if she wanted to. They’d so expertly pushed her over the brink that her mind was reeling and her hips bucking with such ferocity.
Her pussy washed Terry’s tongue with her warm sweetness, her heels digging into his back as she pushed her pelvis to his until the storm subsided, leaving her quivering in its wake.
Terry teased her quim a while longer then, until her limbs spasmed and kicked and he was forced to pull away, with a big grin upon his face.
“Tasty,” he said in a low, husky growl, licking at the slick honey about his mouth and jaw. He tugged his shirt off by grabbing it at the back of the neck, revealing all that hard, bulging muscle before he wiped his mouth with the garment.
As her kisses with Ben subsided, becoming intermittent smacks of their lips, the long haired man released her breast and smiled to her as he undid his own top, unbuttoning it slowly to show a hard, leanly muscled physique beneath. Indicating that Terry wasn’t the only of them to work out.
“Your call who goes first,” he said to her before landing another kiss on her pouty lips, pulling his shirt back to show his full hard, rippling physique, his chest a little hairy, running on down over his ripped abs in a light trail towards his groin.
Terry had no such hairs upon his hard body it seemed, just smooth, hard muscle all the way down.
She looked between them, blinking with her confusion. Her orgasm had further dimmed her brain, and she felt so uncertain about what they were asking.
Oh, sure, part of her knew. Understood what they were asking.
But not fully.
“I... don’t know what that means,” she finally admitted, too excited to be embarrassed with her large breasts rising and falling, her pussy visible from beneath her skirt.
Ben slipped from her side, and the two men stood side by side.
It was easy to see as they stripped off their clothes the differences between them. Ben was taller, leaner, and the shape of his muscles showed much more prominently. Terry was big and bulky. Then their pants came down, and she first saw their two trimmed bushes, and then their thick, throbbing cocks… they were more similar than she’d have thought.