My mates were right about one thing. Unlike before, when I could take them for any amount of time they wanted, I felt spent just from having Fred fuck me. My body felt foreign, almost as if it had somehow returned to the first week I spent with them.
My cunt ached as I got up from the bed. Blue was still hard, and I knew I couldn’t take him into my pussy. I had to use my mouth.
“It’s alright, I understand.” He smiled at me, having read my thoughts to know how I would have loved to have him in my hole.
Oddly, I didn’t feel the urge to have him in my arsehole. Once more, I wondered if childbirth somehow caused this. Even though I felt the need to have them fuck me, my body didn’t want that.
I knelt in front of him, with my focus on his dick which was as hard as ever, waiting for me to touch him.
Blue didn’t pressure me. He watched, waiting for me to get ready for it. When I was, I reached out and touched his dick, feeling it jump in my hold as Blue let out a soft sound.
Fred was lying on the bed, watching us, just like Blue did when he was eating my pussy. His gaze made me feel giddy. Returning my gaze to Blue, I ran my hands up his inner thighs to place my thumbs on either side of his balls.
I pressed my face to his cock to feel its warmth, to feel every twitch on my cheek. Then I held him, running my tongue up the side of his shaft to taste the sweat on that impossibly soft skin as my other hand cupped his balls.
I ran my tongue from the underside base of his shaft to the head, taking my time to feel every bump from his veins. The soft, dual pressure from the underside of his glans encouraged me to push my tongue against the sensitive spot of his frenulum, then around, feeling every part of the ridge of his glans, before finally finding the very tip. I did this several times. Each time his hands clenched into the bedspread, and each time I grew wetter.
Blue let out a soft gasp. His groan turned me on and made me eager to hear him let more out. I enjoyed knowing they enjoyed my mouth on them.
His thighs clenched as his grip on the bedspread tightened, and I heard the unmistakable sound of a bedspread ripping and knew his claws were elongated.
I tilted forward, tongue still on his glans as I made the last eye contact I could with him looming over me, and then took him into my mouth. I relaxed around him, and pressed him to the roof of my mouth with my tongue, surrounding as much of his cock as I could manage before I bobbed my head.
I released his sack to run both hands from his knees to his hips as the first drops of pre-cum leaked onto my tongue. I salivated more in response. In my eagerness, I took him too deep. I gagged hard and had to pull away, a spasm in my throat that thankfully ebbed away in moments.
I figured it would be like before when I could deep throat them, but it seemed my throat was just like my pussy. After a few months of not using them, they seemed to have forgotten all we had learned.
I pounced back and drew out my next assault, a forceful suck that drew in my cheeks and tongue to suck him. Removing my mouth from his dick, I made a show of licking his shaft once more, along that sensitive spot under his glans until only my tongue tip had contact. Then I swirled my tongue around his head before pushing back down again and resuming my strokes, the taste of his pre-cum stronger and my saliva dribbling away from my lips.
I felt Fred’s hand on my back as he removed my hair away from my face, so it wouldn’t disturb me. He tied it up in the bun, all the while making certain not to disrupt what I was doing. I would give him that, though. He was good. Tying my hair, ordinarily, was work for me, not to talk of securing it while I bob my head on my mates’ meat.
Again I went too deep, and I gagged a second time. Pinpricks of tears rose at the corner of my eyes, and it was becoming harder to breathe through my nose. I took a small gasp of breath, glaring at his cock like it caused my problem before I returned my hand to his balls.
Blue hissed and squirmed as his fingers found their way to my hair, a gentle hold that made me shiver, but his pelvic thrusts were growing in strength. The slow stroking of my head became a subtle pressure, then an obvious push.
He grew frantic to push and thrust, panting and breath catching in his throat. My jaw ached, and my lips blossomed in pain when they hit my teeth, tongue barely able to keep up with the head of his cock.
I could tell when he got close because the hand he kept behind my head added more pressure as he let out groans of pleasure, his thighs clenching tight. I increased my pace, eager to have a taste of him, to feel him come undone beneath me. I craved that feeling.
“Fuck!” He growled the faster I got as I fondled his balls while keeping my mouth on his dick. And then, with a low groan, he came into my mouth for the very first time.
I felt every twitch of his cock, how each pulse moved up through my lips, across my tongue ans the way his cum pooled at the back of my mouth. I didn’t move, didn’t swallow as I watched him until his focus returned on me.
I released him, tilted my head back enough to catch his eye, and made a show of swallowing for him, wiping my tears and saliva from my face.
His eyes turned golden at what I just did as he let out a groan. Grinning, I licked my lips before I got up from the floor and collapsed on the bed, letting out a breathy sigh as they joined me on the bed.