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Lisa Sweet Lips Ch. 02

By: yowser



A second email from one of my college flings, Lisa, answering some of my queries. Amazing.

Hi Jimbo

What a pile of questions! I am not going to answer them all, probably couldn't anyway. You guys get so nosy about some things, but I guess it is better to ask than not. 

First of all I am not going to do the number thing. This also sounds like a guy item, you count the number of cunts you've tagged for bragging rights or whatever. I don't think girls are the same way, we don't count cocks, but I suppose if you have only had a few lovers then of course you know the number and remember each one, etc. 

I do know one guy who kept a scapbook. His "Cuntbook" he called it and he showed me it once. Had the girl's name, several dozen in there, plus any notes or observations about her ("big tits," "grunted while fucking," etc.) a photo whenever he had one. And also lots of times he had a pubic hair taped into the entry with a piece of clear tape. Bizarre. I don't know a single girl who would do this sort of thing. 

And of course it depends on how you count too. How many dicks have made their way up my cunt? That number is not so great, I was particular about that. How many dicks have I sucked? How many times has a cock gone off in my mouth? It is a pile, and if my mother had any idea, any, of its size she would fucking keel right over and I would have to scrape her up off the floor. And I'd be disowned, or worse. So nix on the numbers, you can just write down "a lot."

Just to give an idea at one end of the spectrum, I had one week in my second year at UV, probably the year when I was most likely to sleep with just about anyone, the least fussy year I ever had, when I had five different cocks in one week. Two went up me, I sucked them off too and also the other three, some of them more than once. Maybe that will give you an idea, although you can't really keep going at that rate for very long. It gets complicated. And tiring. 

I also have trouble with the "best" stuff. Best climax? Best cock? What does that mean? Does it mean the most handsome cock? The most versatile? The one that could come the most times in one day? You will have to settle for a few stories, that is all I can do.

One of the things that was always nice though was someone playful. Someone who didn't take the whole sex thing deadly serious.

Rick was a French Canadian guy, dark hair, nice flashing eyes, always a dark look on his face even after he just shaved, scrawny but strong. He wasn't much taller than me. He didn't look like much at first, and didn't look that smart either, but the longer you listened to him, the more you realized he was pretty smart, and very funny. 

We had been chatting over beers at somebody's party, and he had me laughing over something or another, and next thing you know I am going back to his place.

It turned out he was also, like me, a small town guy, upstate near the border, heavy duty Catholic family, church every Sunday, the whole business. Our lives were a lot alike. His dad worked in a lumber mill, my dad in a machine shop. We both had been dying to get out of town to university. We got comfortable with each other real easy. 

He was sweet and didn't talk too much when we got back to his place. Kissed my neck, removed my clothes. For some reason I was far more excited than usual when we piled into bed. 

Well he fucked real nice. It felt real good and he was slow and confident, and I dearly loved his cock, the way he used it, just the right size. Like every other Canuck I have known up close, he was uncircumcised, had a nice edged dickhead, and when you slid the foreskin down, the head stuck up like a large acorn jewel, felt great in my mouth, our first night was far more comfortable than most, and I felt real good in his arms when we drifted off to sleep. But after that first time things got even more interesting. 

So on our second date on a evening early in December we are sitting on his bed, clothes still on, and we had been fooling with each other, me stroking his cock through his jeans, which was hard and looked uncomfortable, and he had been rubbing my nipples through my shirt. I was getting all worked up. 

And then he gets this look on his face, all devilish like, and says "You know what we should do?" and of course I don't have the faintest idea what.

He says, "We should be good Catholics and confess before we commit another sin of fornication."

Well I started laughing but he insisted that I had to confess and so he made me pretend I was talking to him as a priest through the grate, and tell all my sins.

I had to work to stay serious but I began like you are supposed to, saying how long since I had last confessed. It had been many months, since I never went to confession unless I was back home, which was as infrequent as possible, and so the list was pretty long. 

And he is all serious and tells me how major these sins are, 'grave' he says, and that I have to describe them fully, so I end up telling about what cocks I have sucked and what sorts of perverted sodomistical behavior I have engaged in, and I notice his cock is getting harder and harder while I tell these stories and he is having a hard time not breaking out into a dopey grin. 

And I finally get to the end and he gives me my penance, I have to say five "Hail Marys" with his cock in my mouth. I start busting up laughing and then of course I have to have him do the same thing, and I get his list of sins. 

All of these, mind you, from both of us, are sexual sins, there is nothing else, but the lists are long on either side. I had to get him to tell me more about what cunts his dick had visited and his masturbation times in detail, and his face got a bit red, but I heard the whole list and made him explain very explicitly how he stroked his own penis and what the come was like when he erupted and how serious this all was, spilling seed outside of wedlock and all, and we are both smirking and trying hard not to laugh. Finally I said he had to say ten "Hail Marys" while his tongue was up my cunt and we both busted up. 

So by this time, we are both horny as hell, and we peel our clothes off, and then have a pretend fight about who has to do their penance first, and it ends up being me.

So I say five "Hail Marys" with my mouth over his cock, and he isn't happy with the result, says my mouth has to be moving up and down while I do it, and he has to hear me clearly and it takes several times before he is satisfied, and I had a hard time not laughing while taking his cock in and out. And as you might expect, it is not easy to talk when a cock is inside your mouth. So it is probably twenty "Hail Marys" by the time I am done, and of course by then his cock is hard as a rock and all slobbery wet and excited.

Then I have him say "Hail Marys" to my cunt, but his tongue has to be inside me, he can't just talk to my cuntlips. So he is mumbling "Hail Mary" into my cunt and his lips are tickling my own cuntlips and I am laughing to beat the band, but I make him do the whole thing while his tongue is slithering in and out of me. 

And you know what? It felt so good I had him finish me right then. I was sopping wet, all relaxed and he licked me real good, made me come hard, twice, which normally I can't do.

And then I sucked him and he came real hard, real fast, we had both been real horny. I loved his cock in my mouth, and when it pulsed it was just so powerful, and he came hard and a lot, much more to swallow than most guys.

So we laid next to each other and talked and before long between talking and me playing my fingers over his penis he is hard again. He mounts me, and of course I am still all moist and relaxed and he does the nicest long fuck and comes sweet inside me.

This is the beginning of a several year thing. He is one of the only guys I could imagine being steady with then, but his notions of commitment were even odder than mine and he couldn't do it. So we settled into a series of mini-affairs that would last anywhere from a long weekend, when we would fuck like bunnies and we'd be left exhausted and drained for days, to even a couple weeks together and then we would separate and do other things until one of us would get so horny we would get back together. 

The confession thing changed over time, but was a fairly regular event. Of course when it was just the day after we had already fornicated our confession list wasn't all that long, so we ended up doing what we called "advance confessions" and would confess to what sins we were just about to commit, but hadn't yet. 

I would describe all the lovely things I would be doing to his cock, where my tongue would be going, how I would lick his balls and stick my finger up his ass, how hard he would come, and he would tell me about my cunt and how much pleasure it was going to have, and how many times he would come inside me and all the sinning we would be doing. We got so worked up, our minds so excited with the idea of our activities, that the sex was incredible. 

He fucked really nicely, he was one of the only guys who could make me come while he was in me. Usually I sucked him first, he was usually so hard and excited he wouldn't last long, then he licked me until I had come, or was just about to, and by then his dick had gotten hard just from pleasuring me, and then he would mount me for his second time and because he would be in me awhile and I was already excited, I often came with him pushing hard into me, and I would be holding his ass feeling it squeeze and it felt great. 

Couple other things you asked about. 

I think guys tend to focus more on body parts than girls. I certainly have had guys tell me they are a "tits man" - so why are they with me? Or an "ass guy." John Davis told me how he had the hardest time breaking up with one snotty girl, but he liked her big hefty tits so much, they looked so good and were the best playthings, he kept finding ways not to ditch her. 

I know girls who like different guys with different attributes, but much more important I think to most girls is the guy they are interested in, then they start thinking about what physical parts about him that are interesting. 

Plenty of guys have told me they see a pretty girl and then start fantasizing about doing different things to them. Sticking their dick between their thick handsome lips. Tit fucking them. Taking them in the ass. I don't look at cocks and then guys, it is more the other way around. I see a nice guy and THEN I might start thinking about what sorts of fun I might be able to have with his dick. Now you can point out that cocks usually aren't out there and visible and everything the way a big chest is, for example, but I still think that guys think differently about body parts than most girls. 

As for "multiple" guys I wasn't into that very much. I think you have gotten some idea about how I needed to control the situation, that part of my enjoyment came out of managing things, and if you get more than one guy involved, that part sort of gets away from you. 

You are outvoted for starters, two to one, and the comfort level can get a bit dicey. And of course sometimes guys get ideas in packs that they wouldn't just alone. And to tell the truth, the few times I have done more than one guy, it actually is a little hard to pay attention to more than one cock at a time. Although, to be fair, some of my most exciting memories are when there is a thick cock up me and I am getting fucked hard and another cock, ready to squirt, is in my mouth at the same time. 

Here is one story, certainly a bit on the weird side. Haven't told it to many people but you might enjoy it. Among other things, I got the two guys to suck each other off! Ha! That was amusing. 

It certainly wasn't planned as a two guy night. I had gone home with Scott, and was certainly looking forward to him. He was tall and skinny, long sandy blond hair, but I sure noticed the erection in his jeans he was dragging around and it was larger than you might have thought. 

We got to his dorm room and I was a little surprised, since it was a room I had visited before, once a couple months earlier when I had gone home with a guy named Phil. I asked Scot who his roommate was and he said Phil, but that he was gone for the night over at his girlfriend's place and we would have the place to ourselves.

Sure enough when we entered the room I noticed Phil's bed and his stuff, so my memory was right, I had been here before. Phil had been a sweet guy and I had sucked him off that night, then the next morning before breakfast. He had nice big hanging balls that were fun to nuzzle and suck on. He had licked me to a climax too. I remember looking out the window next to his bed that looked out on the quad that morning after the sun had come up, and thinking he had to be a little careful about how he kept his blinds down, or people could see in, etc. 

Anyway, I climbed into bed with Scott on the other side of the room, and we were going at it pretty good, our clothes were off and I had his cock in my mouth and was working him towards a good climax, when we heard the key in the lock and the door opening, and we both just froze. 

Phil came in and saw us immediately. We had had Scott's bedside table light on, after all. So Phil looks over, and his mouth goes open and his eyes wide, cause Scott's cock is still in my mouth, and the two of us are feeling a bunch of things. Stupid, yes. Intruded upon, yes. Did we know what to do? No. 

So I let go of Scott's dick, which then stood out all wet and hard as a rock and twitching in the air, and I had a goofy embarrassed smile on my face, and Scott says something, a bit irritated, about how he thought Phil was over at Sarah's and here he is barging in on us and Phil is looking at us, and then he recognizes me, and then just starts laughing. Hard. He holds his head and shakes from side to side and laughs for the longest time.

Well Scott is getting a bit annoyed by this now, but has pulled the bedsheet over his crotch and finally Phil talks to us.

"Sorry, sorry," he says, holding up his hands, "I didn't mean to, honest, I was planning on staying at Sarah's."

And then he can't help laughing some more.

"But we got into a fight and I left in a snit and here I am." He tried to look like he was sorry, but then he gives Scott's crotch a quick glance and for fucking out loud you can see through the sheet that Scot's cock is still hard, even there is a wet spot on the sheet where his cock was pressing against it, and Phil starts laughing again.

He turns away and says something about just to give him a few minutes to pee and change and he'll get into bed, pull the covers over his head and we can pretend we don't even know he is here and go on about our business and it all will be okay anyway.

And he gives Scott another look and says something about he knows what it is like to have a hard dick and relief almost in sight and then get stopped and it isn't good for the balls and then pretty soon Scott starts laughing too and then me, the whole scene is just so absurd that laughing was the only thing we could do anyway.

So we are all laughing and finally Scott notices that Phil had brought in a grocery bag and asks him if it is beer and Phil says yes, he was going to have some with Sarah but they got into their fight before they even had a chance to open it, and then Scott asks if we can have some and then before you know it we are all sitting on Scott's bed drinking beers and my clothes are still off and Scott isn't even trying to hide his dick any more and we are just chatting away. 

So after we are done with one round and the guys are working on their second, I start noticing that Phil is not being able to keep his eyes off of me and he is looking at my nipples and then my cunt, and then my nipples again, and his looks are not just friendly, but what I would call hungry. I look at Scott, and he has noticed this too, and then we are all looking at each other. 

It is me who ends up saying what each of them was thinking. 

"You guys up for a night together?" 

I felt like I could trust these two, and they both looked game. I punctuate this by reaching out and feeling both their cocks, Scott's already out, and Phil's through his jeans. 

They each look at each other, and it is not hard to read their thoughts. They each get that hungry look in their eyes, and then they look at me. 

I smile quietly and tell them to both go and pee since they had had two beers to my one and then join me in bed here, and I make like to settle under the covers. 

They waste no time and in a couple minutes I find myself sandwiched between two naked guys.

It is pretty strange, to tell the truth. The bed is not that big, so we are sorta wedged in, but I reach down and hold a dick in each of my hands. Both are near hard and feel pretty good in my fingers.

I stroke them each for awhile, while they play with my nipples and crotch. They do not take long to get hard. Of course Scott had already been pretty close to coming so his was ready to go pretty fast. 

And then Scott gets up and is hovering over me, licking my nipples and reaching down to my crotch to feel me up, and Phil has sidled up to my head and is waving his cock in front of my face. He has a nice one, I remembered it from when I was over earlier, thick with a nice big head, lots of dark groin hair, nice flat belly and tight body. And like I said, nice hanging balls with soft hair around them.

Well, it is one fucking strange night. I sucked Phil off first, he exploded in me right away, not even five minutes of licking and sucking and his sperm is down my throat. Scott is looking at the whole thing while he is fingering me, and I have gotten wet with all the male attention I was getting.

So Scott wants to mount me then, but I am not so sure. My mind is going through some odd figurings, and I am a little afraid that with the two of them, if Scott fucks me, then Phil is going to want to also, but I am not sure I want two cocks up me in one night. My thoughts were more complicated than that, but to give you the short version I decide to take things in my own hands, and I made like to suck Scott, which is what we were doing when Phil came in anyway.

It is a nice suck, although Scott had been close to coming already and didn't last very long. He is on his back, me kneeling by his side and I have given him a nice ride with my mouth, running my tongue up and down his cock, my lips grazing his dickhead and shaft, and then I can feel his legs tensing and he goes off. Good big load, lots of sperm and I get it all down and Phil's eyes are big as saucers watching the whole deal. I am betting he never saw a girl suck another guy up close before, maybe ever. 

So then they are both looking at me, it appears they are trying to figure out how they are going to reciprocate, but I don't need that, at least right away so I suggest we take a break and they each look at each other's dick, each of them soft and damp and limp as you can get and they both start laughing.

So we get some more beer and start talking, and sooner or later they are asking about sex stuff from me, I get the idea that they think I do two guys at once all the time but I convince them that isn't the case. 

But I do talk about sucking each of them, and I tell them they have nice dicks and I like how they each came, how nice their sperm shot out into my mouth and so on. I tell them how good it feels to have a penis in your mouth and get to feel the dick get hard and then spurt, all of that. 

Well, they eat this up and pretty soon they are both half hard again and looking at me hungry, eyes going from my mouth to my crotch, and I can guess their gears are going big time in their dick-dominated brains.


Lisa Sweet Lips Ch. 02



So my mind is going good too and I somehow get an idea.

"I will suck each of you off again on one condition," I says, my eyes going from one to the other.

Well, their eyes are big and eager and Scott asks what conditions I am setting.

"I would like to see you each suck the other," I said evenly, and then laugh quietly inside as they each turn white and look at each other. 

"That way when I get to you, I will be able to have each of you in my mouth a good long time" I say by way of explanation. "And I have never seen this happen before either, and it should be fun."

Plus I am also figuring about how news of this little adventure might get around campus. I didn't think either of them individually would do much elaborating, but together the novelty of the whole thing I could imagine might get hard to contain. But if they honored my little plan, the odds of staying quiet about it all were much greater. My reputation around the university wasn't super anyway and I didn't need any more merit badges added to it.

Well, I didn't know whether it would work or not, and to be honest didn't have much stake either way. If we called it quits right then I would be satisfied, I had had two cocks anyway, and would be happy to just sleep next to Scott, and maybe suck him under the covers in the morning, and that would be fine.

Well, we discussed the matter for some time. They tried all different angles to try to get out of it, mostly just trying to tell me that I was so wonderful and they wanted me not each other, and all sorts of things, but I stayed real polite but firm. And both their dicks had gotten real hard by themselves, just talking about all this sex, and seeing me naked and everything. 

I told them my usual things about sucking, that guys really ought to do it at least once themselves, so they could appreciate better the fine art of sucking a cock off and they might learn a thing or two that might improve their own sexual futures. You could see they were thinking hard, weighing all the options. 

And I told them they both had nice handsome dicks and it would be a treat for me to see them in action, and after all, they had each seen me suck the other off and it was time to reciprocate.

When Scott asked if he would need to swallow Phil's come I knew I had them reeled in.

"No, no" I said, real soothingly, "although it would be fine if you did. He doesn't need to come in your mouth. But it can't be just a 30 second suck either, you got to get the other dick pretty close to coming. I will leave it to you guys to figure out whatever ground rules you want."

You could see they each wanted desperately to have me suck them again, so they finally agreed with some rules between them. They would let the other know before they were going to come and pull out, and to my pleasure, they also insisted on a strict secrecy policy, which was just what I wanted but I didn't have to be the one to suggest it. 

I am telling you this many years later, so it doesn't matter, I honored the agreement back then when it mattered. The only other condition I added was that they had to do their own clean up, it wasn't going to be me, that was their deal, and they were fine with that. 

Well, it was quite a sight. I settled back with a beer and watched the two handle each other. I didn't know if either of them had done anything like this before, as horny teenage guys, and plenty of guys had told me they "experimented" with stroking friends' cocks and everything growing up. I figured I would know by how they handled each other if either of them had ever done anything like this, it would be pretty obvious.

They had to toss a coin to see who went first, and Phil got stuck and had to do Scott. He was very tentative at first, you could tell he really didn't want to put his lips over Scott's dick, which was only half hard. So he just fondled him for awhile, avoiding eye contact, and I watched while Phil held Scott's balls and ran his fingers up and down his cock. 

Scott didn't look all that thrilled either, to tell you the truth, and he was laid on on his back, and lots of times he didn't even want to watch, but would close his eyes or look over at my chest, then my mouth, as if thinking about the end goal was the most important thing.

Finally I say to Phil "You can't just play him with your fingers all night, if you want me to suck you, you gotta do Scott first." I had made it clear that both of them had to do this, I wouldn't do anything unless both of them did what I had asked.

So Phil very reluctantly puts his lips over Scott's dickhead, and I conclude he has never done this before. It is about the most awkward suck I can imagine. 

After a few minutes he is moving his lips up and down Scott's cock, which has gotten pretty hard, but I start giving directions.

"Suck him the same way you like to be done," I said. "And don't forget his balls, I know you like your own balls played with."

Phil's face gets a little red, as of course I remembered this pretty well and had given his balls a good workout when I was over a few months ago, but he complies and even sucks on Scott's balls for awhile, pushing his hand under his bundle and rubbing around. 

Scott likes this, I note, and his hips are starting to squirm around a little, his legs moving. Phil moves back to his dickhead and starts licking and running his lips up and down Scott's shaft. This is looking better. 

After about five or ten minutes of this Scott is getting really close and finally says he is going to come. Phil pulls off real fast, almost a frightened look on his face and then strokes Scott's dick, as I insisted that if they didn't suck the guy off completely, they still had to make the other one come.

Scott's hips are moving around serious now and his face is all scrunched up and I am having a blast watching this. And then his hips heave and his cock tenses and sends a good wad of come up on his chest, then another, a little further up, and then a few more spurts, less and less, until he has a major pile of sperm on his chest. I notice however, that Phil's cock has gotten hard while he was doing it, it was limp when he started, so he clearly had gotten excited himself, whether he wanted to or not. 

Phil looks a little green around the gills, but also a bit relieved, as he had done his part. He gets a towel from the bathroom and wipes off Scott, then takes his turn on his back.

I am enjoying this. I had stroked a few guys to climax before, but 99 percent of the time had finished them in my mouth, so there were only a few times when I actually got a good closeup look at a cock going off. It was fun to see how Scott's cock pulsed out the sperm and his hips and ass squeezed all frantic when he was coming.

So Scott goes to work on Phil, as I said his cock had gotten hard while doing this, and this second round takes a lot less time. Scott does a nice job fondling Phil's balls at the same time his mouth is around Phil's dickhead, and overall looks like he is resigned to enjoy it one way or another. 

He works Phil nice, and pretty soon Phil's hips are moving around too, and his legs tensing and then he gives sort of a strangled cry "I'm coming!" and Scott pulls off and finishes Phil off by stroking his dick. Another good sperm mess and they clean up and we take a break, since we have two well used limp dicks in the room. 

I tried to ask them about what it was like, from both sides, but neither one of them wanted to speak about it, so we talked about other things. They kept looking at their own dicks and I think they were wondering if they were going to be able to get hard again or not. I am guessing they each would have been real pissed if they had sucked off the other but then never got their promised reward from me, all that unpleasant work for nothing.

But after another beer, each of them had started playing with their dicks, which were starting to get half hard again, and finally Scott stands up and asks if I am ready for him, his dick waving in my face. I smile and go on my knees in front of him. 

For some reason, I don't want to use my hands at all at first, so I just nuzzle up against his balls, and then let his dangling dickhead drop into my mouth and I tongue it good. 

I am holding his legs and just playing with his dangling dick with my mouth, which very slowly hardens. I let it drop in, tongue it, lick along its underside, trace my tongue along the ridgeline of his dickhead, let it flop around in my mouth, up and down. Sometimes the no hand thing is fun. It actually is real nice, I do love the feel in my mouth when a cock goes from soft to semi-hard, you know your mouth is working good. 

Phil is watching all this with eagle eyes, his hand on his own cock. 

I stop at times and nuzzle Scott's balls, licking my tongue up underneath them. 

Gradually Scott's cock gets harder and harder, just to the point where he probably could have penetrated me, but it is not steel hard like it was earlier. He is looking at the whole deal, obviously very pleased at seeing his cock go in and out of my mouth, and for so long.

I give him a wanton look and direct one of his hands down to my chest and he gets the idea and begins rubbing my nipples. It feels good. I take him deep a few times and run my fingers along his balls, all nicely drawn up. I start changing my mouth grip on him a bit, applying a bit more suction on his dickhead, staying longer there, and pretty soon I am feeling him squeeze his cheeks more often too. 

He scrunches up his face and I am rubbing his balls pretty good now, suctioning hard on his cockhead and then he grunts and I get the first pulse of sperm. It is nowhere near as much as the first time, much thinner and weaker but I coax the whole bit out of him while he is breathing hard and his ass cheeks twitching.

Phil's eyes are wide open as he stares at the whole proceedings, his cock looks pretty hard. I give him a little smile to let him know he is next and I still have energy for him.

Scott sort of staggers to the bathroom, and Phil sidles up next to me and plays with my nipples. I give his cock a little fondle and I gesture for him to bend down so I can whisper in his ear.

"You ready for a good one?" I ask, and his eyes get big again and he shakes his head yes. 

I give him a sultry smile and Scott comes back in, and collapses in his bed, pulling the covers up while he looks at us. 

I start in on Phil, standing there with his hands on his hips, pretty much doing the same thing as to Scott, no hands at first, just letting him drop his cockhead into my mouth and tonguing him. He gets harder faster, and pretty soon he can't drop his cockhead into my mouth any more, it is pointing straight out. I nuzzle his balls while sliding my hand over his shaft and then notice after five minutes or so that Scott is starting to go to sleep. 

Scott is beat, wiped out from coming three times and having a couple beers, no question about it, and you can see him staring intently at us one minute, then getting a glazed look another, then his eyes closing, and this cycle keeps repeating although each time his eyes stay closed longer.

I stop to note this, while stroking Phil, who looks over and sees it as well, and I keep fondling him as we both watch Scott basically go to sleep on us. Phil gives a little chuckle after awhile and I stand up.

"Shall we go to your bed?" I ask, glad to be off my knees and figuring he might be happier to be in bed anyway. He nods and we pull the blankets over Scott a little better, turn out the lights and hop into Phil's bed.

This was actually perfect for me at this point. I like under the covers action, it is always nice and warm, especially nice in winter, and while I like looking at the cock I am sucking, there are pleasures that come from the dark, when it is just smell, touch and taste you are working with. And I was glad to be on to this final act, it was the first time this night, no actually the second since Phil barged in on Scott and I, that I could deliver undivided attention to one single cock, without an audience or anything. 

I was tired, and ready to sleep, but I wanted this last session to be a good one. I nestled down between Phil's legs and licked his balls for the longest time. Like I said, they were nice hangers, big and firm and they smelled great. I ran them around one at a time in my mouth, felt real good, and I liked the sounds and movements I was getting out of Phil. Sometimes while licking his nuts I would run my fingers lightly over Phil's dick, and noted with pleasure how wet he was getting at the tip. 

Now I knew Phil had already come twice, and a cock in this condition you need to treat a little differently. It always is going to take longer, and I had learned to vary tempo, not stay on any one place too long, keep things exciting but not overdo it all. Stuff you can do with a good hard cock barreling towards its first climax of the night won't always work the second time around. 

So I licked, very slowly, up and down each side of his dick, then along that thick central tube on his shaft and that sweet little v-notch near his dickhead. I could feel the veins as my tongue ran over them, he was hard a plenty and making the most lovely little noises of pleasure, his hips squirming around. I continued to tease him a little more, sometimes taking a few moments off to suck his balls again, until he was moving the covers around pretty good. 

When I sidled up next to him, I only very lightly, just barely, let my lips graze over his dickhead. I heard him inhale when I did this, his cock was in that perfect, totally aware phase, where just the barest touch was pleasure. Little tongue touches on his piss-slit, all juicy wet, little quiet licks around his dickhead ridge, his hips are moving good, his legs restless. 

So the final stretch, and it was nice. Lips over his dickhead, up and down, slow, then fast, then slow again, tongue moving around everywhere, hitting every corner, every edge, I love this. This is my moment, this guy is all mine, the time I live for. 

His pleasure is coming, almost there, and I keep it going as long as I can, love this feel on my lips and tongue as his cockhead is hard and ready to burst. 

His hands are down along my head now, not trying to force things, just trying to touch me one way or another, fingers drifting to my shoulders and then caressing my neck and ears and I go into the final business. Up and down, faster, tongue darting around, his cock is slipping in and out my mouth fiercely and then his hips shudder and he grunts loudly and I get a good pulse of strong sperm, then another big one, and then a few more smaller ones as his dick keeps twitching. I love this, keep moving my mouth just enough to let him keep slopping the sperm out of his dick, not too hard cause I know contact is near excruciating now, then just very soft mouth action on him as he subsides.

His dickhead goes smaller, almost instantly, and gradually his dick loses its impossibly hard state and relaxes in my mouth. I can tell when enough is enough, so I ease off, little kiss to his dicktip, and then come up alongside him. He kisses me and tells me I am wonderful and sweet and suck his cock as good as anyone ever has. I am happy and we settle into bed, his chest along my back with his arms around me, his damp soft warm crotch mashed into my ass. He is asleep instantly, me not far behind. Feels good. He has had one nice evening. 

So that was the night. I went to the room expecting to be in Scott's bed but end up getting two cocks to go off three times each, including two unwilling guys who suck each other off, their cocks spurting away, then sleeping in Phil's bed until the morning. He woke up hard, his cock pressing into my ass. Felt nice, so I sucked him off one more time under the covers, a good morning bunch of sperm from him. 

One of my odder evenings, so there is your "multiple guy" story. Not too many of those in college or anytime for that matter. I must say I got a bit worked up writing down this last adventure, didn't think I would. Just thinking back on Phil's handsome balls and all that sperm I got from him that night, and the next morning, made the memories go live in my head. My cunt is tingling now. Those were some days. 

I am signing off, thanks for writing.

A kiss to your dick

Lisa