0 comments/ 8814 views/ 3 favorites Two Pairs of Panties By: tinaneesen The Audition Part 1 "What do you mean Bernie?" The, nearing sixty, Harvard educated, theatrical agent and artist manager looked at me with a stern look. "You haven't been in artist PR that long have you Tina?" "Er no," I replied hesitantly feeling a little uncomfortable with the way the conversation was going. Bernie Aldrich was the owner of the artist management company I had joined a few months ago; well it was a change from advertising and boring PR. I had been around those industries since leaving university. Initially I worked in my home country, Holland, then had spells in the US, Hong Kong and Germany, before settling in London when I married in my early thirties. That lasted only a few years and after the divorce I wanted a new start. Hence, now in my late thirties, I responded to a head-hunter and joined AMI, Artist Management International, where I have worked now for three years. I had done well and was in the process of being assessed for a big job. Bernie had started the agency some twenty-five years ago and had built it into a powerhouse of an agency. He had represented many of the world's top rock and film stars and was now held in high, but as far as I could tell, fading regard. Many of the younger talent looked for younger, trendier agents and Bernie's abortive efforts to get into sports management had cast doubts over his earlier 'midas touch.' He had lost a number of mega clients recently and was desperately trying to hold onto those he had not lost. He earned well in excess of fifty million dollars a year and ran the global agency, he had offices in twenty countries, in an autocratic manner with the typical old-fashioned 'rod of iron' approach. He was married, but was reputed to have a mistress or two and he had a reputation for being a bit of a ladies man. We were in his fortieth floor, huge office in mid-town Manhattan that looked out towards Staten Island. I was sitting on a low, black leather chair in the conference area across the room from his enormous desk against which he was leaning. He walked over and standing behind me rested his fingers on my shoulders. "Tina, artist management is different to all other forms of PR." "Yes I realise that." "I am not sure you do or appreciate that it is much more personal, intimate almost," was the rather worrying reply as thoughts of being fired went through my mind "What do you mean?" I asked looking at the beautifully manicured fingernails resting on my shoulders. "Managing the media and public relations of superstar and exceedingly rich individuals is more than just column inches Tina," he went on maybe squeezing my shoulder a little more firmly. "Yes I realise that." "I wonder if you really do realise that Tina." "I do Bernie really." He came round the settee and sat beside me. I was wearing a black, Jean Muir suit with an on the knee pencil skirt. As I was in a period where I had put weight on it was probably a little too tight round my hips and bum and certainly was far too tight round my tits, which seemed to just keep getting bigger and bigger. Under the three-button jacket, I was wearing a button up the front, collarless shirt. The skirt had ridden up to probably seven or eight inches above my knee so I was showing plenty of black nylon, well it was early springtime and a little chilly in New York . As I was expecting to meet a date later this evening I had decided to wear holdup stockings and was hoping against hope that I wasn't flashing my stocking tops. With his knee almost touching mine, he said. "What we do Tina with our artists is all about relationships, not really publicity. The fucking jerks get that themselves, our job is to manage the publicity, but all the agents can do that. Talk to the right papers and TV people and it's easy as you and all the fucking PR industry knows. So it's how we get on with the artist that keeps us in business" "Yes of course," I said feeling nervous, something that was unusual for me. "So it is how our people get on with the customer and develop relationships that wins and keeps business my dear. You understand?" "Of course, but other measures also count," I retorted, perhaps not being that wise to be disagreeing with him. He leaned forward and looking me in the eye he said softly as, totally ignoring political correctness, he rested his fingers on my knee. "Yes but that's not your job." I did not reply and waited for him to continue. "You Tina, do not worry your pretty little head about fucking column inches, air time or how many times they appear in Hello or TV Enquirer, " he said looking at my long, black hair I was wearing in a pony-tail, adding with a smile. "And it is a pretty head my dear and those horn rim, glasses make you look even more er, if I may say so, sexy." "Thank you Bernie," I mumbled now becoming confused. I was wondering whether he was making a pass at me and more confusingly and worryingly wondering even more what my reaction would be if he was! "Believe me Tina," he went on now softly, almost as if it was an unconscious gesture, rubbing my leg just above my knee. "It's all about developing personal relationships. Nothing more and nothing less, just how you get on with the client, that's all it is. All the rest is down to others. I have geeks and analysts who get the publicity broadcast and schmoozers who get it to the right places" "Yes I see what you mean." "Take this Dempsy character in Bandana," he said mentioning one of the agency's top stars. "He's as big as anyone and couldn't really give a fuck what the papers say. He's too big to worry, he earns too much, he's as rich as god and his head is so fucked up with pills and the two grand a day he shoves up his nose that he has no idea what's going on. It's how he gets on with his agent that really matters." "Yes," I mumbled feeling little shivers run through me as his fingers went a slightly further up the side of my knee. "And that means my dear how he gets on with you. You get me." I had no real idea what he was on about. "Er sort of yes." "Sort of love?" He asked squeezing my knee. "What do you mean?" "Why does getting on with me have anything to do with it?" "Well you are going to look after him and the band on the American leg of their tour. Has no one told you?" "No." "Fuck, I give up on people. That's why you are here." "Is it? No one briefed me." "I tell you our London office is the fucking pits." Bernie explained that we represented Bandana in Europe, South America and Africa, but not the rest of the world and particularly not in the United States. It had been announced recently by their management company that the group was looking for one agency to represent them globally. "So Tina, your job is simple. At the worst keep what we have and at best get them globally." "I see, well sort of," I answered honestly, as I had no real idea what he was rambling on about as he rubbed my leg, now well above my knee. "Look Tina you are earning the best part of a mil a year in dollars aren't you?" "Yes. Yes I am." "I am sure that I don't have to tell you that for that amount I don't expect sort of." "No right of course not," I said as confidently as I could as I watched his hand move round my leg and his fingers slide down the inside the tips being stopped my other leg. "I expect for sure, can you do for sure?" "Yes I am sure I can." "How sure Tina?" He asked, quite pointedly it seemed to me sliding his hand a few inches further up my leg until it nearly reached the hem of my skirt. I looked at him trying to work out whether he was simply after a quick grope, whether he wanted to fuck me or whether this was some form of test. I didn't reply for a moment or two, but simply looked at him. "Well?" He asked. "I can do sure." "Are you certain Tina?" He asked inching his hand further upwards until it went under my skirt. I looked him right in the eye. "Yes" I murmured softly, my head whirring with the possible outcomes of this meeting. "Are you really certain my dear?" "Yes Bernie I am." "And you are certain you can and will do for sure for Dempsy and his band." "Yes I will." "You do realise don't you that we, well I, chose you for this job because you are a woman Tina, a very attractive and incredibly sexy woman." "No I didn't realise that." "Well it seemed natural as most of the clients are men and you have a very healthy appetite for sex." "I beg your pardon?" I asked, really not sure what he was getting at. "You know full well what I mean." "Bernie I don't." "Tina please don't treat me like an idiot." "I'm not." "Then accept and realise that I know all about you." "What do you mean?" "Simple my dear. I know who you fuck and when you fuck them." "I am not er, um" I stammered not sure how blunt to be, but then bolstering my courage blurted out. "Fucking anyone at present." "Not that black stud who fucked you on Saturday and who is looking forward to a repeat performance this evening when you will fit him in between finishing work and having dinner with Dempsy?" He said very softly. I realised of course that he must have me and presumably other agents under some form of surveillance. The cesspit that the entertainment industry has become seemed to be engulfing me as Bernie told me the home truths. I tried going for humour as he squeezed my thigh just under the hem of the skirt. "I see," I said seriously, but then tried to lighten the mood with humour. "And I thought it was my brain and success that got me the job" I retorted with a smile. "Well that as well of course, but then you know as well as I do that the brain is the most erotic organ in the body, don't you Tina?" "Yes Bernie it is." "And so my dear how can you persuade me that you can do for sure?" He asked squeezing my leg and looking me right in the eyes. I held his gaze, leaned back a little and asked. "Does this help?" As I opened my legs. More audition Sitting on the tube on the way to Heathrow to get the noon BA flight to Kennedy to meet up with Dempsy and the rest of the Bandana band and management, my mind went back to the afternoon in Bernie's office. That afternoon, when my responses and reactions to him got me this job. It was at a much enhanced remuneration and benefits package. That would be even more enhanced if I could hold onto the Bandana representation where we currently had it. If I could expand it and, by some miracle, get America then, as Bernie had said as he rubbed my thighs, 'you can name your price.' "And Tina always remember, that most men will want to fuck you and in the artist representation world many women will too, so at least give them the feeling that they have a chance. An air of availability, is one of the most erotic feelings for a man. And we both know don't we that in the right circumstances you can make yourself available can't you?" "Yes," I mumbled quietly feeling duly contrite, rather guilty and quite ashamed of myself. "Because you see Tina that way you will be persuasive, get it?" I could recall almost word for word and deed by deed what was said and what had happened. "Oh yes my dear," Bernie said huskily as I leaned back and parted my legs. "That could be very persuasive." Without hesitation, he slid his hand further up my leg. "Oh my God Tina," he groaned when his fingers felt the skin between my black thong and the tops of the holdup stockings that I was wearing for a later appointment and not him. With one hand he yanked my skirt further up and pushed me so that my back was against the arm of the sofa and with the other he picked up a remote control and clicked it at the door. "I don't think we need any visitors, not even the delicious Miss Martinez do we? He said mentioning the gorgeous looking Jennifer Lopez lookalike who sat outside his office doing what no one knew except vet Bernie's visitors and look gorgeous and sexy. "That is sensational Tina," he groaned staring at the front of my black thong, the black stocking tops and my creamy white upper thighs. He rubbed along the gusset of my panties as sighing and moaning he slid his other hand up and cupped my boob outside the shirt. He found my clit and rubbed that as he muttered. "Oh yes Tina this is very persuasive." He made no attempt to kiss me or get my tits out and seemed content to rub me, well at least for a while. I found myself hating what I was doing, but at the same time, I could not resist the pleasure his fingers were giving me. "Undo your shirt," he grunted. I wanted to refuse, but that was impossible and soon my white painted fingernails were fumbling with the buttons undoing them one by one. When I had dressed that morning I knew I would be removing my jacket during the day so I wasn't wearing a matching set of underwear; my bra was white lace from Perla. About as flimsy and delicate as a garment that was supposed to give some support could be, it was as good as see-through. He liked that. "That's a beautiful, no, well it is beautiful, but more so Tina it's a very persuasive sight. Undo it and let me see them" he went on still rubbing me outside my panties. I was near to cumming and in other circumstances I would have given into the sensations, but in the position I was with the head of the agency and one of the very top agents in the world, I was resisting strongly. Reaching behind me, I undid the clasp and let him slide the cups off my breasts. "Those lovely nipples Tina," he whispered licking them and sucking one into his mouth as he pushed my panties to one side. His finger slid along my wetness and slightly inside. Now, in the first class lounge at Terminal Five at Heathrow with those recollections running through my mind, I inevitably became aroused and I found my hand that wasn't holding the complimentary champagne being tempted towards my breast. Staring across the lounge at the, mainly male travellers I was tempted to go to the loo and masturbate. I didn't though and instead simply sat there recalling that amazing promotion interview. As I recalled his finger on my pussy, I remembered that I had grunted with the surge of pleasure. "Do you want to cum?" He asked sliding a finger or two in me and sucking my nipple at the same time. I didn't want to say or do what I did, but cradling his head I moaned. "Yes. Yes please I do." His fingers then became straight and firm just like a cock. Sucking my nipples in turn, he pumped his fingers in and out of me fast and firmly. I was soon cumming. "Oh yes Tina that really is very, very persuasive" he muttered as my climax erupted. He took his hand away from my pussy leaving me lying back in the corner of the leather settee my skirt bunched round my waist, my blouse unbuttoned, my bra unclipped and round my lower chest with my breasts bare; a sordid scene indeed. He moved away from me as if to avoid any affection. "Good Tina?" He asked from where he was standing his back turned towards me "Yes," I said lifting my bra in preparation for getting dressed. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" He asked as he turned. "Getting dressed." "Not so quick, young lady. I'm not totally sure you have been as persuasive as you might," he went on walking back towards the sofa. I looked up at him and watched with a touch of horror as he undid his zip. As calm as anything he slid his trousers off and sat beside me. "You need to be a little more persuasive Tina, just as you may have to be with the rock god and his buddies." The whole bizarre series of events was becoming messier by the moment. I realised that after he had made me cum I would have to return the favour and I thought that he would want to fuck me or at least make me give him a blowjob. I was also a bit, no very I suppose pissed about his reference to Dempsy. But there wasn't time to ask questions or debate just how 'persuasive' I might have to be to win the business for he was getting his dick out; it was only half-hard. I looked at him enquiringly. He took my hand and placed it on his cock. I instinctively rubbed and stroked it and was pleased when it started to grow. He lay back, pushed his silk boxers down and pulled the tail of his shirt up and away from his cock. "Now Tina, be very, very persuasive indeed. Give me one of those lovely tits to suck and a hand job to make me cum, but make sure none goes on my shirt." After we had finished he let me clean up, after he had, in his private bathroom. As I had probably 'leaked' I took my panties off and secured them deep in my large bag. I then joined him back in his office feeling distinctly sordid. "Ok, well that was nice Tina. See it's all about relationships and not fucking column inches or Hello photos so now go and get Dempsy and do your best to be persuasive to his fucking band and management." The star It seemed slightly incongruous and a contradiction in terms to alight from the crowded, smelly and hot Piccadilly Line tube train, whizz through the first class check in at Heathrow terminal 5, sip champagne in the first class lounge and be cosseted in the luxuries of the front cabin on the seven and a bit hours flight into Kennedy. But that's how it was and I loved it. I had met with Dempsy and his base guitarist and co-leader of Bandana, Keggy Osgood, a few weeks previously when we had lunch at the Dorchester in Park Lane, London. That was also an incongruous occasion for we were drinking champagne at a hundred and twenty quid a bottle and eating a meal that cost sixty odd pounds ahead, with them dressed like tramps. Nevertheless, we had got on well I thought, well if the way that they both visually fucked my tits was any sign of getting on well that is. However, it was with some relief to me that Bernie confirmed that they had agreed for me to travel with them on the North American leg of their latest world tour. "So Tina," Bernie said on the phone. "I have set it up, I have done my bit, it's up to you now to use your persuasiveness isn't it?" "Yes Bernie," I whispered knowing what he meant. "And if you are anywhere near as persuasiveness with the fucking rock icon as you have been with me, then we have nothing to worry about do we?" "No Bernie," I replied, the realisation of what I had let myself in for hitting me, quite hard. Dempsy fucked me on the fourth day of the tour. The band had just played Montreal and we were flying to Dallas where there were two gigs before moving on to Houston. It was a three and a half hour flight in the private Gulfstream and we were due to land at five in the morning. He had groped me several times as the tour progressedand had sort of laid his marker down a couple of days ago when he had kissed and caressed me in his dressing room after the gig in Toronto. He had indicated quite clearly that he wanted to fuck me, but then what rock star did not want to fuck an agent with big tits like I had? But he was remarkably cool and low key about it. That didn't bother me, although I was desperate to do all I could to keep what we had and, if possible, gain more business and I half-assumed that Bernie would have told him that I would be up for it! So, it was not that big a surprise when an hour or so into the flight from Montreal he pulled me into the rear compartment that was reserved for him and Keggy. From the touches, looks, innuendos and straightforward gropes, I knew as well as Dempsy did what was going to happen next. And it did. With me bent forward over the back of a chair with my jeans and panties round my knees, he fucked me from behind Considering the effort he had put into the show, the lateness and the fact that he was practically stoned out of his mind, he was a good fuck and I enjoyed him. Two Pairs of Panties He left me alone during the swing through Texas with the gigs in Dallas, San Antonio and Houston. They were all big, stadium, fifty thousand plus shows that tired out the entire group. It was not until the afternoon of the New Orleans concert that he wanted me again. We did it in his dressing room just moments before he went on stage. 'I want your cum on my cock as I sing," he had told me as he pulled his zip up leaving me lying nearly naked on the small bed in his dressing room. After New Orleans we had a five day break in Florida before two big, seventy thousand stadium gigs in Miami and Tampa. Dempsy, Keggy, I and a few of the management team and road crew had decided to spend that time on South Beach, Miami. Half of an entire floor of the Fontainbleu Hotel had been reserved for us and I could only cringe at the waste of money when half the rooms and suites were empty. 'But hey,' Dempsy said. 'It's only fucking money! It was our second day there. We had flown in on the Gulfstream, parked that and had been whizzed to South Beach in a convoy of limos. It made me feel important, although the sheer waste of money was mind boggling. We had eaten a late breakfast accompanied with lashings of vodka and samplings of dope and pills, smoked, sniffed, rubbed on gums and taken by mouth. Dempsy, a few of the guys, me and a couple of other, press relations and, I am not quite sure what, other than they looked good, women were round the pool. It was around five. The sun was sinking, the shadows were getting longer and the sun was losing its strength. "Come on Tina, let's go and talk contracts," Dempsy said out of the blue. In my damp, from swimming, bikini with a sundress zipped up at the front over that I followed him to his suite on the top floor. "Let me go and get out of this wet bikini, I'll be right back." I slipped into a matching set of bra and panties and pulled a long, thin yellow voile sun dress on. I was back at the suite in double quick time. If they wanted to talk contracts, there was no time to waste, was my thinking. Keggy came in just after I had shut the door. Pouring us all a toothwash glass of vodka, Dempsy said. "You know Kegs and I are very close don't you Tina?" "Yes of course," I replied trying to link that to the contract talks we were supposed to have. "And generally what's mine is his, you know?" Keggy came up alongside me. He slid his arm round my waist. It began to dawn on me then. I can't remember who kissed me first but it doesn't matter for quickly my mouth was moving from one to the other as I swapped deep, lip grinding, tongue searching kisses with each of them. Was it wrong? Was it totally immoral and was I using sex to get favours? Yes and fucking no. Of course it was wrong, but of cours, I wanted to keep the business. Of course I wanted to get more of Bandana's world, but equally I wanted to be fucked by two rock stars. Can many women honestly say they wouldn't want that? "I've wanted this since the Dorchester," Keggy whispered into my ear as Dempsy slid the zip down on my dress. "You're body is even better Tina than I remember" Dempsy said as Keggy slid the dress down my body and let it fall in a pool around my feet. Keggy chipped in. "Fucking hell Tina they are amazing," as he cupped both of my tits that were slightly bulging out of the slightly too small bra. We were all pressing our bodies together as they undressed and kissed me. I found myself responding. My hands were pushing up their tee shirts, pulling them from their shorts, running my hands over their chests. They pulled away and they slipped their tee shirts off. I shuddered as I saw their bare, youthful chests and watched the bulges in their tight swim shorts that were so very obvious. My arousal grew as I watched them slide them down and my gaze fell on their young hardnesses. Long and slim and stunningly rigid their erections seemed to be beckoning to me, attracting me and captivating me and completely exciting me. I wanted those erections, those hard male phalluses, those taught, throbbing young cocks. I took one in each hand shuddering as they gave me such lovely sensations. They pulled me into their arms. I had one of them pressed against each of my hips as we again exchanged long deep kisses. I squirmed myself against them loving the feel of two erections slithering across and up and down my stomach and groins. We were whispering telling each other how good it was to be doing this with them saying how beautiful I was and me telling them that they were wonderful. "My two delicious rock and roll toy boys," I smiled as one of them undid my bra. My full D cup breasts seemed to spring out at them as they were released from their captivity and immediately both of them cupped, squeezed and caressed the sensitive flesh. They simultaneously pinched my aching nipples then together bent their heads and took them in their mouths. My nipples are always sensitive. Having a mouth on them is always incredible. Having two mouths on them at the same time was amazing and when they both slid their hands between my legs as well it was simply mind blowing for me. "Oh God, oh yes," I whimpered my hands finding both of their heads and my fingers running through their thick, dark locks. As they continued with their mouths on my breasts sucking large areas of flesh into them and chewing so sensitively on my nipples, so I adoringly rubbed their faces, shoulders and chests. I desperately wanted to hold their erections, but standing as they sucked my breasts, I couldn't reach them. One of their hands found my pussy and began stroking and pressing that while another caressed the cheeks of my bottom before sliding between them and pressing right on my anus. I was being caressed and aroused on every one of my most female places at the same time; it was an amazing combination of feelings and it sent my arousal through the roof. "Oh Dempsy, oh Keggy," I moaned as my climax started. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming." "Yes Tina, cum for us let us make you cum." I was now moaning and squirming my body against them. I was pressing my breasts against their mouths willing them to suck me harder. I was pressing my pussy against their hands trying to gain even more sensations and pleasure from their fingers. And I got that. They knew, or sensed, what I wanted and they sucked harder, both on the flesh of each breast and the hard nipples, and they pressed their fingers harder and deeper into me. I could feel that now there were two sets of fingers on my pussy. Two hands were arousing my lips. Hands were on and around it, one from the front and one from behind. Fingers, the number of which I couldn't tell, were stroking and pressing me. Sliding along my lips, pressing my clit and slithering inside me. At last I managed to get to their erections or, they presented them to me. They felt so good in my hands and I started pumping them and pressing them against the softness of my belly. I was being kissed by each of them alternately as wave after wave of sensational feelings flooded over me. And like that standing in the middle of their bedroom they made me cum. "Jesus," I sighed as I lay against them as my orgasm subsided. "You two are too much for an old lady," I smiled kissing both of them. They laid me on the bed and I went to take my knickers off but Dempsy said. "No please leave them on Tina." "They are so sexy we want to fuck you with them on," Keggy muttered. I laughed and joked back to them at the unintentional double entendre. "If you want to make love to me with them on then I'll have to take them off won't I? The nuances of the English language baffled them until I explained that the way Keggy had said we want to make love to you with them on could be interpreted as meaning the panties would be on them. They both laughed with me as I explained that and said. "But hey whatever turns you on right?" Laughing Keggy said as he ran his fingertips across my still hardened nipple. "What do you think we are a couple of faggots?" "Would it turn you on Tina?" "What?" "Seeing us in your panties?" Smiling I replied. "You can't both get in one pair can you?" "No, more's the pity," Dempsy said looking at me. "Hold on a sec," I said getting up and going to my big handbag. "See how organised I am," I smiled holding up a black thong. "Always be prepared is my motto." Moving back to the bed I sat on the side of it, laid the black thong on the white sheet and looking at them both I said fairly thickly, for I was becoming quite excited at the prospect. "All yours guys." They both stared at me for a moment or two as my action in getting the spare pair and my last comment sunk in. "Are you sure Tina?" Keggy said softly his eyes quite gleaming as he looked at me. "Yes, yes I am," I replied. I took the panties I was wearing off and, holding a pair in each hand, I leaned forward and ran the silk and lace across their erections. The feeling of their hardness through the silk was lovely and they both groaned as I caressed their rigid cocks with my panties. I ran the luxuriant material between their thighs pressing it between the cheeks of their bums and wrapping it around their balls. Feeling two scrotums in my hands at the same time was a wonderfully thrilling sensation and seeing them covered with the silk of my underwear added even more to that. "Put them on," I croaked wondering a bit at just what we were doing. Between us we slid the panties up their legs and fitted them around their genitals. Inevitably their erections were too large to be covered fully by the panties and the sight of the flimsy garments bulging with the swells of their erections was amazing. I leaned forward my breasts grazing their legs and reached up so that I could run my fingers along their partly hidden and partly visible lengths. "Oh God, yes, yes Tina," Dempsy moaned his hand gripping Keggy's wrist. "This is wonderful," Keggy sighed his hand falling on Dempsy's thigh. I took their hands and slowly moved them towards the other's panty covered cock. As I placed them there so I saw both their bodies jerk and immediately the fingers eagerly, it seemed, wrapped themselves around the other's erection inside my panties. There was no resistance. I've always found it exciting to see a man masturbate or even just caress himself there, but to see two of them doing that to each other was incredible. I joined in. And as Keggy stroked Dempsy's cock so I caressed his balls through the silk and as Dempsy rubbed the tip of Keggy's prick so I ran my fingers up and down his length. They pulled me between them and they both half laid on me squashing my breasts and pressing their erections into my tummy. Feeling those delicious bulges covered in the smooth silk on my bare skin and my mound was sensational. I kissed them both alternately as my hands reached round them squeezing and rubbing their taught, muscular arses. I squirmed away from them indicating for them to lie on their fronts. I stared at the slithers of silk snaking downward between the cheeks of their taught bottoms and found that to be a very stirring sight. I've always been fascinated by my lover's arses and seeing two before me with my panties on them was amazing. I wanted to love those four cheeks, rub them, kiss them and lick between them following the path set by the panties. As I ran my fingers over the two gorgeous rumps so I saw that they'd turned their faces towards each other. "Oh Tina," Dempsy moaned as I saw his hand slip round Keggy and caress his waist. "This is amazing," Keggy sighed as his face moved closer to Dempsy's and as his hand reached out and stroked the other man's arm. They turned onto their sides facing each other one of their hands reaching out for me the other for their friend. They pressed their erections together and I saw the two panty covered cocks merge into one as they squirmed their cocks together. I moved so that I was kneeling above their heads on the bed. I ran my hands down in between them across their lithe chests and over their breasts squeezing them and pinching their nipples just as they had to me. Bending my head, I kissed them both. As they were on their sides and I was above them I couldn't kiss them fully on their lips so I kissed and licked their cheeks and the edges of their lips. As I did that their hands reached up for my breasts that were hanging down over their faces. They squeezed and caressed my two dangling tits that due to my kneeling position seemed to be even larger and softer that they really were. I kissed them one after the other and then, by pushing their faces even closer together, both at the same time. Our faces were merging together. Our heads were becoming one. Our lips were so close together, they were touching. Three pairs of lips kissing at the same time. Three pairs of lips kissing as one. As I kissed them and as they kissed me back so they were also kissing each other. I could see their tongues on the other's lips and between them and I could feel them on my lips and on my tongue as well. All three tongues were pressing together as this mutual lovemaking continued on its unexpected journey. A journey that I found so exciting. A journey that had gone so much further than anything I had experienced before. As we all got more into it, I guess they became less inhibited about displaying their sexual feelings for each other. I assumed that my agreement to them donning my panties had loosened them up and had made them realise that I wouldn't be offended by their overtly gay gestures and actions. I hadn't realised that I wouldn't be put off by it. I'd never seen men kiss and the thought of it prior to this would have held little or no appeal for me. I wouldn't say that I'd have been disgusted or anything but, if asked, I would have probably said that I wouldn't find it either appealing or exciting. But being so involved with it, being part of it, being involved with them kissing, being with them as they did that was amazing. It did appeal to me and it did excite me. In fact the whole scene appealed and excited me. The way they were laying facing each other now with their arms around the other. The way that their panty covered cocks were writhing together. The way that my breasts were hanging down over their faces as I knelt there naked. The way they caressed those large, soft, dangling orbs and, of course, the way that the three of us were now kissing as one. "Are you OK with this?" one of them asked when we broke away for a moment to get breath. "Yes, oh yes," I whispered. They pulled me back between them and started kissing me and caressing my breasts again. I felt such closeness with them, so much tenderness and, at the time, so much love between us. But of course I was confusing love with lust and pleasure with business. However, it was as if we were becoming one person. As if where I finished and they began all merged together. Their hands were all over me and all over each other as mine were all over both of them. We became more energetic moving around and changing positions so that we could use our mouths as well as our hands. I had no idea most of the time whose tongue was on my lips or whose fingers were stroking my breasts. Was it Dempsy's mouth licking my pussy or Keggy's that was sliding between the cheeks of my bottom? Was it Keggy's erection that was pressed against my mound or was it his that was in my mouth? I didn't know and it didn't matter for what we were doing was enacting the most perfect three way lovemaking. All of our inhibitions were now going. Any reservations that they, or I may have had about them demonstrating their sexuality was sliding away and vanishing. Anything seemed right, any embrace, gesture or action was ok. No not ok was necessary and important. As Dempsy lay on his back his cock as hard as it could be poking out from the waistband of my thong I stroked him running my fingers up and down its length while Keggy caressed my breasts from behind offering each in turn to his friend's mouth. I kept my breast there letting Dempsy send wonderful feelings through me from chewing on my nipple as I leaned forward my hand lifting his cock almost at right angles to his belly. I licked its salty tasting tip and took the bulbous end into my mouth. As I did so, Keggy's face came alongside mine. He kissed my cheeks and ran his hands through my long, hair that was tumbling over his friend's midriff. I put my arm around his neck and pushed gently. I pushed his face nearer to mine, nearer to where mine was, nearer to where my lips were encircled around his lover's erection. He seemed to hesitate a little but only for a moment. I continued to apply a slight pressure on the back of his neck that was, I hoped, inviting and encouraging to him. Still holding Dempsy's erection up from his body I took my mouth away and turned his cock so that the end of it was pointing directly at Keggy's mouth. It was just a few millimetres from his lips. The tip of Dempsy's cock gleaming with my saliva or maybe his pre cum was so close to Keggy's opened mouth. Invitingly close. Irresistibly close. Reaching out and cradling Dempsy's balls in his hand, Keggy looked into my eyes. It was as though he was asking my permission. I guessed what he wanted so I smiled and nodded. "Ok Tina?" he asked glancing from my eyes to Dempsy's cock then back again "Yes Keggy," I breathed as I pushed his neck. "Yes. Do it now. Do it for Dempsy Keggy, do it for me. Suck Dempsy's cock." I heard both of them gasp as I said that. "Oh Tina," Dempsy breathed. "Do you mean it?" Keggy sighed his mouth staying open. Looking from one to the other I whispered. "If you want to I'd love to see it." Keggy smiled back his gratitude and Dempsy gave me an affectionate hug as it got through to them that I indeed did want to see them make oral love. It was an oddly arousing sight to watch a man take another guy's cock into his mouth. Normally I would have been appalled had someone suggested I would want see such an overtly gay act. But somehow with these two rock stars it seemed, oh I don't know, just right. It was part of our relationship and now part of us. After all it's only rock and roll isn't it? So as Keggy licked and sucked Guy's length I joined in and used my mouth on Dempsy's scrotum and Keggy's face. It was a really stirring moment. I was wondering though how far Keggy would go and if he would bring Dempsy off but just as I was thinking that he took his mouth away. Smiling at me he said. "I think it's time for us to fuck you Tina not each other, don't you?" "My heart was pounding at all what was happening and I whispered. "Yes, whatever you say." Keggy pushed me back kissing and stroking my body as Dempsy leaned over me chewing at one of my nipples. "Like this," Dempsy said pulling me onto all fours. He took my face in his hands and lowered that towards his erection. At the same time, Keggy positioned himself behind me and held my hips. I felt him pushing his cock against my lips that were obviously soaked and, due to my legs having been pushed open by Keggy's knee, were slightly parted. Dempsy lifted himself on one elbow so that his lovely, slim cock was almost touching my lips. And then simultaneously they shoved their cocks into me. One in my pussy the other in my mouth. Yes, simultaneously Keggy fucked my cunt while his male lover fucked my face. Keggy didn't last long. It wasn't necessary and he had been through such a lot of excitement so it was only a couple of minutes of deliciously stirring thrusts before he was moaning and groaning. "Aaaagh I'm cumming, I'm cumming." I was as ready as he was and pushing back and squirming my bum I dragged every last bit of wonderful feelings from his cock as that exploded. I was still cumming and climaxing as Keggy withdrew and as Dempsy pulled me on top of him. His penis was pressing against my belly and felt so good. I opened my legs letting them fall either side of his hips as Keggy took his friend's erection and slid it against my lips. One quick thrust and it was in me. Dempsy pumped himself as best he could being underneath me but that was all that was needed to start taking me back up again towards the crest of another, or a continuation of the first, orgasm. Two Pairs of Panties Not surprisingly having been sucked by both Keggy and me so recently Dempsy also didn't last long. I was pumping my crotch up and down in tune with the small upward thrusts of his hips and we both started to cum at the same time. My orgasm now really crashed over me and my body started to convulse and jerk as I came so very, very heavily. I stayed the night with them. We made love several more times and they made me cum with their hands, mouths and cocks so many times I couldn't count. It must have been around three or four in the morning, pretty much their usual bedtimes that Dempsy said. "Now these contract negotiations Tina." That threw me for a moment and I was lost for a reply. He went on. "Now that you know we're a couple of faggots and we want that kept secret, we had better appoint your lot to represent as everywhere." That came a shock and before I could reply, Keggy added. "It is on one condition Tina." And what's that? "When we are on the road you travel with us." I smiled and thanked them both thinking how useful two pairs of panties can be.