Cock-Gag

I woke up Sunday in the big bed at the condo, sandwiched between my two men: my absolute favorite place to be. The night before we had attended a pre-Halloween party, and had had a good scene with the Guys double-teaming me and a friend helping out in what he called a spontaneous “walk-on” part. My flesh was a little tender still, and Ad reached under the covers to gave me a squeeze as I stirred against him.

I felt something else stir against my back side. I reached back and felt his cock, warm and just beginning to harden. Still laying on his side, spooning me, Ad scootched himself down on the bed a bit, until his now-fully-engorged cock nosed against the curve of my ass in between my legs. I spread my legs slightly and wriggled back and down until I felt the head of his cock nestled against my rings, then I licked my fingers and stroked them over my rings and down to the head of his cock, wetting it – and them – just a bit. He likes me to be slippery when he pushes into me. As I stroked my fingers back up, sliding them between the rings and along my slit, I reached over to where W lay, asleep on his back, and grasped his flaccid cock with my other hand. He sighed in his sleep and pushed slightly into my hand, and his cock began to grow hard. Behind me Ad was maneuvering himself into the perfect position so that he could impale me from behind while I stroked W into a full, taut erection.

I moaned as he did so, parting my rings with one hand as he pushed into and filled me with his length.

We began a slow undulation: him pushing up into me slowly from behind, both of us still on our sides, spooning, me opening, pushing back to swallow him, my hand stroking W up and down to our rhythm.

The wetness that was gathering between my legs was no longer saliva, and I began to move more earnestly, to moan and wriggle, trying to find just the right motion and bodily contortion that would give me the touch that I needed. I tried rubbing my clit with one hand but I couldn’t keep up the rhythm on W’s cock and my clit. When I let go of him to pay attention to my own needs he grasped my wrist and pulled my hand back to his cock, a clear demand to keep it up. (Ha! I knew he was awake!)

I was panting, beginning to feel desperate as Ad stroked into and out of me. “Please, can I have Baldy?” I finally asked. They both said yes, but then we discovered Baldy wasn’t in his usual easily accessible place between the wall and the bed by my head.

Much fruitless searching by W, who was on that side of the bed, ensued. Exasperated, I finally pulled away from Ad and got out of bed to find Baldy myself – he had gotten tucked under the bed, his cord tangled up some odd way. Triumphant – but no longer the desperate, needy slut I had been moments before – I threw myself back against the pillows between them. Baldy lay on the bed near us, but, “The moment’s been lost,” I said, pouting.

W grabbed a handful of my hair. “Get the moment back,” he said, forcing my mouth to his now only half-erect cock. As I hurriedly did his bidding, wrapping my lips around his semi-hardness, I pushed my ass back against Ad’s groin again. He, too, had wilted to half-mast, but I felt his hand close around himself and his fingers push inside me as he guided his cock between my rings once again.

A new rhythm began, a different rhythm, harder, more insistent, with Ad thrusting deeply into me from behind as I bobbed my head up and down on W’s cock and pressed Baldy between my legs.

I tried “sucking” W’s cock, using my mouth with intent, licking him, establishing a rhythm…but he was having none of it. He shoved my head down hard one moment, pushing his cock deeply into my throat and making me gag, before yanking me off him by the hair, allowing me to breath the next, only to shove me down once more, gagging me all over again. Suddenly I gave up trying to please him with my mouth and simply let it fall open. “Open your mouth, slut,” the fantasy in my head said – because suddenly I was firmly inside that fantasy, the one where I am on my knees, being fucked from behind, while another man fucks my mouth. The fantasy is just like this: his cock, red and hard and glistening with the saliva dripping down my chin, shoving in and out of my open mouth. I am admonished not to try to suck him or pleasure him – I am just there for his use, an open hole for him to fill, for him to fuck, while the man behind me (who I never know in my fantasy) fucks me from behind without a word. At about the time the man fucking me climaxes, so do I (when I am masturbating.) This time I begin to mewl deep in my throat and buck against Ad and Baldy and W long before Ad is even close. W holds my head down, gagging my moans with his cock as I convulse in an orgasm.

“The moment came back,” I gasped, grinning first at one, then the other, when W finally let me up for air.

Damn I love a cock-gag.

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