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Chapter 8.		My Treatment

	Paul and Jerome started on my back and legs in earnest. Oils
were rubbed in everywhere, muscles were expertly massaged. My feet
were manipulated and squeezed, producing a total body relaxation. No
hands probed near my private parts, but my buttocks were rubbed, and
moved vigorously. I felt wonderful, and with each passing minute, my
shame became more distant. Little sexual fantasies started creeping
into my relaxed mine. What if a finger should go between my butt
cheeks? What if two strong hands should spread my cheeks wide for
their inspection? Would I mind? No one's finger came close to my rear
canel and no strong hands spread me. But I was starting to wish they
would, and I tried to stop these thoughts, but they continued to
surface more and more. No impropriety occurred, no fingers slipped in
wet places. I was given a facial and my toes a peticure. My hair was
brushed, my fingers massaged, my shoulders rubbed. It was a glorious
complete feeling and I drifted off to a special far away place,
letting the two men minister to my body. 
They continued the massage, but always stopped short of touching my
exposed bottom, as though there was an invisible line preventing their
fingers from crossing. I couldn't believe how bold I was becoming, as
I heard myself say, "Please touch me all over." Slowly I felt Jerome's
slender fingers moving up my legs to finally touch my uplifted bottom.
He gently massaged each cheek while Paul's hands pushed and probed my
lower back. I moaned again and with each exhalation of breadth,
continued to moan. Probing fingers reached between my cheeks but
stopped short of touching my private parts. I was beginning to breathe
more rapidly and I wanted more. Jerome moved his attentions back down
my legs and Paul moved up my back and gently massaged my neck and
scalp. I heard Paul softly say, "We will be conducting a wellness exam
now, Miss Susan. This will require touching your female private parts.
Will this be okay?" I said, "Please do whatever you want." Paul said,
"Please turn over now, and don't be afraid to let yourself enjoy this
part of the treatment". I was so desirous of these two men to touch me
everywhere, that I almost had a climax when I heard what he said. They
were going to touch me where I needed it most. I rolled over and heard
Jerome exhale rapidly, as I saw his eyes roaming from my breasts to
the juncture between my legs. I knew I must be very wet, and it must
have shown. I laid my head back on the headrest and adjusted my legs
to fit into the leg recesses. Paul then said, "Close your eyes Miss
Susan, and relax please." I was still breathing faster than normal and
I closed my eyes in anticipation of what was to come. I felt my legs
coming apart slowly, as the lower half of the table was being pulled
apart, hinged somewhere near my bottom. Paul put a hand under my head
to lift it slightly while he removed the headrest. When he laid my
head back my neck was at the front padded edge of the table and my
head hung at a backwards angle. It was not uncomfortable and somehow
made me feel more vulnerable. I wanted to feel this way. Jerome had
finished spreading the table apart and my legs were open wide. I was
very exposed and I was ready to be touched again. I moaned. I heard
Paul slide something out from the head of the table. He gently took my
arms and pulled them toward him above my head to softly padded and
elevated supports. At the end of each support was a handle that I
wrapped my fingers around to grip. I felt the leg supports raise at my
knee joint, drawing my knees up and back towards my bottom. At the
same time my legs were pivoted outward. Jerome asked, "Miss Susan,
does that feel comfortable?" I said, "You can spread them wider." I
was in the same position I would be in if I were being given a pelvic
exam, except my legs were totally supported. I had never exposed
myself to a man before, even a doctor. Peter had made sure my doctor
was a woman. Jerome asked if the position was wide enough, and I
moaned, "Yes". Paul put his fingers on my neck and I felt a flood of
pleasure surge through my body. I felt a true orgasm, for the first
time in my life. What I had felt with Peter, was only the prelude to
the feeling I experienced just then, and I arched my chest upwards,
and clenched my teeth. One of my hands let go of the handle and found
Paul's side above his shorts. I quickly pulled it back to re-clutch
the handle. Paul massaged and probed my neck and whispered softly, "Do
not be afraid to respond to us Miss Susan. You may do anything you
like or desire. This treatment is for you." At that moment I opened my
eyes and saw the front of Paul's shorts. The enormity of his erection
showing through the front of his shorts caused a load moan to escape
my lips. I felt fingers touch my inner thighs and I stiffened with yet
another orgasm, stronger than before. Paul's gentle probing fingers
moved down my chest to touch my right breast. His fingers made small
circles and pushes, working slowly inward to my aroela. Jerome moved
cautiously up my spread inner thighs and reached my now very wet
vagina. I knew my vaginal lips were already open wide, and I started
to grunt with each fast breadth, waiting for his touch. Just as Paul
reached my protruding areola and engorged extended nipple with fingers
that began to squeeze, I felt a slender finger slid deeply into my
vagina. I cried out with pleasure and erupted with a steadily
increasing orgasm. Paul was now using one hand to squeeze around the
aeora, while two fingers from his other hand clasped and rolled my
nipple. I bucked upward on the table to take more of the finger deeply
implanted within me. My other breast was being fondled now and I felt
the finger in me withdraw to be replaced by two fingers. I was still
yelling and my orgasm was still increasing. Both men stopped what they
were doing and I pleaded, "Please don't stop." Paul answered, "Miss
Susan, have you ever had a cleansing enema?" My orgasm subsided enough
for me to answer, "I have never had an enema. Please don't stop. Do
anything you want to me. But please don't stop." I heard Jerome open
something and ask Paul, "What size should we use?" And Paul answered,
"Try the large one, I think she will enjoy it." This talk alone almost
brought me to another orgasm and I waited greedily for them to violate
my exposed body. Paul asked, "Would you like to watch the insertion,
Miss Susan?" I replied, still breathing rapidly, "Oh yes, please."
Paul refastened a headrest, and elevated the front portion of the
table to raise my upper body almost vertical. I saw that my bottom
hung out slightly over the table edge. Jerome swung a one foot square
mirror up from under the table and positioned it at an angle for me to
see my exposed private parts in their entirety. I could see that my
vaginal lips were fully open and strands of sticky mucous looking
liquid stretched across the opening in several places. Jerome attached
to the table a large shiny looking basin below my bottom. He inserted
a rod into a hole and hooked a bag of white looking liquid to the
pole, such that it was about two feet above the table where my legs
and bottom were being supported. I moaned aloud again at the thought
of what would happen next. Jerome shorts also had the projected bulge
of a fully erect penis. My lust and desire to be totally violated by
these virulent black me gave me the courage to speak. "Please take of
your shorts. I want to see all of you." Jerome promptly turned and
pulled his shorts off. When he turned to face me I saw an incredibly
beautiful organ. His penis was not much bigger in diameter than
Peter's, but it was very, very long and it curved like a banana,
upward to his stomach. I began to pant like a dog and my tongue
extended from my mouth to wet my lips. Jerome said, "Do you like it
Miss Susan?" I answered, "Oh Jerome, it's so beautiful. Can I have
it?" Paul spoke up quickly, "Shortly, you can have whatever you want."
I moaned loudly and watched Paul pull his shorts off. He had the an
enormously fat and long penis. It's head was bulbous, and hiding under
uncircumcised skin. Paul's erection stood almost straight out.
Although it may have been shorter than Jerome's, it was so fat that I
couldn't imagine it fitting in any woman's vagina. Jerome stepped
forward with a long fat rubber looking tube, that had a narrow tip
that expanded quickly to a size about as thick as his penis. The tube
was about a foot long and had a mushroom looking bulb at the other
end. A tube was unwrapped from the hanging liquid filled bag, and
attached to the fat tube, near the round mushroom section.  Jerome
said then, "Miss Susan, I'm going to insert this in your rectum. At
first it may feel uncomfortable, but that will be replaced quickly
with pleasure. The more you relax the more pleasure you will feel  Are
you ready?" I nodded vigorously, yes. I was ready then for anything
these men would want to do to me. Paul had a jar and reached in to
smear his fingers with a white sticky jell. I couldn't stop looking at
his penis and it's size. I was panting again and I opened my mouth to
let my tongue stick out. I don't know why I did that, but it seemed
very natural. Paul moved closed to my side and I watched through my
mirror as his fingers touched my puckered opening to spread the
lubricant. I was very hot again, moaning and panting with pleasure. My
eyelids started to close but the view in the mirror kept them open. I
pushed downward with my stomach muscles to unpucker my pink rectal bud
and capture a finger. He must have recognized this action because he
slowly inserted his index finger in as far as it would go. I started
another orgasm, as I watched and felt his finger move in and out of my
virginal hole. I was so hot the slight discomfort and tightness I
felt, actually added to my mounting pleasure. I could also see more
juices forming at my open vagina. I could even start to smell the
juices and my orgasm continued and grew. Paul removed his jell covered
finger and Jerome pushed the small tube end into my lubricated rectum.
I was still orgasming and began to growl with waves of pleasure. I
watched as the tube was pushed in to it's full diameter and the waves
of pleasure increased. It was slid in slowly about half it's length
and I tried to move my bottom rhythmically as if the tube was a penis.
Paul moved to the head of the table and lowered me back down to a
laying position. He removed the headrest again and my head extended
backwards. I moved my arms back to the holding pegs and felt Paul's
hands move to my breasts again. I felt the warmness of liquid entering
my insides. Jerome was massaging my lower stomach to aid the filling
solution. I started to buck my rear end to take more of the tube.
Jerome spoke then, "I'm going to remove the tube now, and I want you
to push out all of the liquid." "Please don't" I said, "It feels too
good." He answered, "Don't worry Miss Susan, there is more to come." I
felt the tube being pulled out and I flushed with heat and desire. I
pushed to evacuate the liquid and heard the rushing sound of
everything coming out. Jerome left quickly and I heard the toilet
being flushed. I couldn't wait for him to return, I was so full of
lust and pleasure. Paul's hands had inflamed my breasts, and the
rubbing and squeezing of my nipples, kept me at climax. I reached out
with my hands to find Paul's penis. I grabbed it and felt it's
tremendous size and worked my fingers up to the head bulb. I stroked
and opened my eyes to found that the skin covering the head could be
pulled down, exposing the purplish head to the ridge area that
separated head from shaft. I pulled the exposed head to my mouth and
licked it. My tongue found the hole in the swelled head and spread
it's wide opening to allow entry to a short depth. It was full with
sticky pre-cum and I lapped at it to draw it all out  The taste was so
sexually delicious, I started a higher level orgasm, that felt like
burning all over my body. Paul increased his massaging of a breast and
I felt a pressure at my rectum as the tube was being inserted again. I
pushed hard with my pelvis to capture the moving tube and I felt it go
deeper and deeper. I took the engorged penis head into my mouth and
kept the skin covering pulled back to expose all of the gland to my
tongue. I tasted more pre-cum as I milked the length of the fat penis
with my other hand. The tube stopped as I felt the fattened mushroom
bulb push against my stretched opening. Pressure increased and with a
quick sharp pain it entered to slip in and allow my stretched bud lips
to close snugly over the small fill tube. The tube was captured within
me. I felt a warm slow trickle of liquid far up in my insides. I
sucked the bloated penis head further into my mouth, letting my tongue
explore the gland ridge that separated the head from the shaft. I was
experiencing a continuos wave of heat surging from my breasts to my
loins, and my orgasm continued to increase in intensity. Just when I
thought I couldn't take anymore, when my grunts became high pitched
and urgent, I felt a warm tongue trace my vaginal lips, flicking
itself in to my wet hole. I raised my hips to make Jerome's tongue go
deeper as he probed it's full length up inside me. Paul was slowly
pumping his fattened penis deeper into my mouth, and by holding the
shaft firmly with both hands, the foreskin gland covering slid
partially back and forth over my tongue. Jerome's tongue and mouth
moved up to capture and draw in my clitoris. A finger slid up into my
vagina and found an inner wall to rub against, instantly increasing my
steady orgasm to yet higher, uncontrollable flushes. I could feel my
belly bloating with warm liquid, as I swallowed ever increasing
amounts of pre-cum. I reached one hand down the long swelling penis
shaft and cupped Paul's sack, to finger the orbs inside. I felt my
orgasm reaching a point of explosion, while Paul's scrotal sack began
to tighten, drawing up close to the connected shaft. Jerome now had my
clitoris sucked deep in his mouth and his tongue probed under
forbidden folds. Both my nipples were being squeezed and rolled
harder, and my head felt a roaring sound engulfing all senses,
drowning out my own yelps and the groans of the two men. At the same
time as my vagina spasmed and felt as if it were squirting liquid, my
hand on Paul's cupped scrotal sack felt the first contraction of
ejaculation, shooting up the long fattened shaft and erupting through
the gland hole into the back of my mouth. I swallowed quickly the
first thin load of remaining pre-cum and thicker sperm enriched
ejaculate.  As if on it's own the engorged penis head lodged itself
further in my mouth and filled the opening of my throat, just in time
for me to receive a second larger rocketing load of salty thick semen.
My body was twitching and I became faint with release, as if
everything inside me was exploding outwards. I pulled back sharply on
Paul's foreskin and felt an instant response as the thick penis pushed
deeper into my throat, erupting with a third load of viscous fluid. I
stopped my swallowing contractions as more blasts of semen pumped down
my throat. I was beyond any reflex to gag, I had stopped breathing, as
load after load of ejaculate pumped into my stomach, as if to replace
the fluids I was sure were jetting out from my vagina. I can't
remember when this all ended, or when the penis in my mouth withdrew,
or the sucking of my clitoris stopped, or even the tube from my bud
hole removed. I lay there in a semi-continuos state, barely
registering the activities around me. I did feel a distant release of
abdominal pressure as I evacuated the liquid in my bowels. I thought I
could feel myself being washed between my legs, my vaginal lips being
pulled, my clitoris being rubbed. I think my face was washed, my lips
cleaned, my cheeks wiped. There were hands all over my body, gently
massaging my skin, cleaning it, rubbing my breasts. I was in a
different place than reality. I distantly thought and smelled fragrant
oils being rubbed in everywhere. I was turned over and the back of my
wracked body rejuvenated with expert hands and oil. Hands spread my
legs, fingers spread my buns to massage and oil. At times I thought I
was asleep, drifting close to awareness, only to drift off again to
somewhere distant and pleasant. I thought my hair was being combed, my
fingernails being filed, my toes being manicured. I don't know how
long I drifted in and out of reality, but I did know that my body was
totally given over to the ministrations of my two men. It was theirs
to do with as they pleased and I had no fears of what they would do.
My arms were flexible to their placements, my legs free to move. I was
like a baby in her mother's arms, drawing in the aroma of love around
me, and succumbing to any touch or probing they desired. The passage
of time was not evident to me.

Chapter 7.		My Turn

 I was aware of being lifted by strong arms, and cradled close to a
muscular chest. Like an infant my lips found a nipple and sucked
gently as it stiffened on my tongue. Movement was evident as I was
being carried somewhere, and lowered to a soft bed. Two muscular
bodies pressed up close to me and sheets were drawn up. Even in my far
away place I could hear myself moaning to the feel of flesh against
flesh. Lips were kissing my cheeks, my nose, my forehead. Lips were
brushing against my lips and tongues slowly entered and retreated from
my mouth. I sucked on them with an urgency as if to draw out
ejaculate.  I lay there, still in a distant place and felt hands begin
to roam my body. A hand moved to a breast and another down my stomach.
My breast was encompassed with powerful fingers, but the manipulations
were gentle, coaxing the nipple to full extension.  My legs
involuntarily spread open and bent at the knees to give unrestricted
access to probing fingers. A finger snaked it's way inside parted
vaginal lips, to search my inner recesses, while a thumb rubbed my wet
projecting clitoris, pushing the hood back alternately.  My hands
reached to both sides of me to find and wrap fingers around two erect
penises. My left hand had found the banana shaped shaft of Jerome and
my right the fattened, bulbous head and shaft of Paul. I started to
awaken as my senses took control, but a part of me remained in my
distant place, knowing I didn't have to think about what would happen
next. I was to be loved, violated, saturated with lust, and fulfilled
beyond sensation or feeling. I had already given myself over to the
two strangers in ways I would never had imagined, and now I would do
so again, but with the passion and understanding of a liberated woman.
My sexual vaginity had been given freedom. I had been guided and
taught by their taking and removal of my veil of shame, the release of
suppressed desires, needs, taboos, and now I was ready to give them my
complete passion and depth of love. I would do anything they wanted or
needed, without reservation, without shame, and without fear. From
deep within my sub-countious thoughts, I knew that Jerome had not been
given release. Paul had ejaculated his seed and passion into a wanton
receptacle. Jerome should have the same right. I released Paul's thick
and hot penis, and started to roll over to Jerome's side. The finger
probing my vagina pulled out and found a new entry point from my rear
side. I kissed Jerome deeply and pushed my tongue through his parted
lips. I raised to my knees to give myself movement over Jerome's body.
I licked his lips, his cheeks, his eyes, and darted my tongue up both
nostrils of his wide nose. I wanted to taste more of him. I was his
lover now and would have tucked him inside my womb, if I knew how. My
other lover was busily working my vaginal opening with exquisite
fingers. My hand stroked Jerome's long penis and he began to buck
upwards. He was moaning heavily as I kissed him hard and passed my
mouth juices to his waiting tongue. I knew he was close to
ejaculation, and I withdrew my hand from his stiffened joint to press
his belly and calm his upward thrusts. Whispering softly to his ear, I
said, "Go easy my darling. Not yet my sweet. I want you in my mouth. I
want to taste you. Please be patient with me." Jerome moaned with the
passion of true love. He would let subside his wanton lust for the
promise of pleasures to come. It would not be long now, and his
release would be quick, for although he managed to still his imminent
spurting ejaculation, he was close, and stayed close. Jerome could
easily succumb and fall over the edge, but I was determined to
pleasure him to the limit. My mouth left Jerome's face and started
down his chest with kisses and licking. His taste was strongly
masculine and full of unleashed sexual desire. I found an erect nipple
and paused to suckle and nourish his rising chest. I let my hand find
the long curved penis and slid down to the scrotal sack. It was close
to the shaft, but not fully contracted yet, so I knew I had time to
further explore Jerome's body. All this I learned from Paul, and all
this would guide me to Jerome's pleasure. Exquisite feeling were
emanating from between my legs as Paul's fingers invaded my wet hole.
My clitoris was squeezed and rubbed, producing constant surges of
increasing orgasms.  It was no longer a matter of reaching an orgasm,
for the orgasm was continuous, and only varied in degrees of secretal
release, now running steadily down my inner thighs. As my mouth neared
Jerome's rigid penis, who's head rested close to his naval, I swung my
leg over and straddled his chest, presenting a wet and fully open
vagina to his mouth. I lowered my pelvic to a waiting tongue, to be
rewarded with it's insertion inside my parted lips. Jerome's mouth
sucked hardly on my now extended clitoris, inviting the hood to be
pushed back. Reaching my arms inwardly between Jerome's raised knees,
I pulled them back, raising his buttocks and rectal hole to my mouth.
I licked around the puckered hole and let my saliva dribble to it's
center. Jerome was sucking wildly on my small penis appendage, as I
forced my tongue inside his tight bud hole. Rolling my tongue as it
penetrated Jerome's rectum, I pushed saliva into him, and felt
contractions of my simulated mouthed ejaculation. I sensed Jerome's
approaching release and lowered his elevated bottom to reach his
swollen penis. My one hand cupped his contracting ball sack, my other
hand grasping the curved penis near it's base. Quickly I took the
unskinned head gland into my mouth and squeezed up the shaft with my
hand to expunge the flowing pre-cum. I sucked and licked and drank of
the head, not letting it penetrate too deeply in my mouth. I wanted to
savor all of Jerome's ejaculate before swallowing it. Jerome's ball
sack tightened and the first squirt of thin liquid was pumped in my
mouth. Jerome tried to penetrate deeper, but I retreated at his
trusts, sucking only the head of his penis. Violent rapid projectiles
of thickening hot cum filled my mouth. I sucked and sucked to ease and
remove the mucous sperm laden ejaculate to the back of my mouth. I
didn't realize how much liquid was filling me, and the excess spilled
from the sides of my lips. Jerome's spasms subsided, although I still
sucked more from the fattened head of his curved penis. When finally
the spurting stopped, I withdrew my mouth from the penis head, and
rolled off Jerome to my back on the bed. My mouth was full of hot
salty man seed, and I rolled it around in my mouth and tongue,
exploring the taste. Both my lovers looked at me as I started to
swallow the seed, and moan in pleasure at it acceptance. It took three
gulps to move the ejaculate from my mouth to my warming stomach. I
orgasmed at the taste, feel, and thought of the man seed entering my
insides. I was a fulfilled woman. I had been filled by both my lovers
in my mouth and my insides were satiated and full, but the ache
between my legs promoted a new urgency of fulfillment. I needed to be
filled in my womb.

Chapter 8.		Love Me
 
	I lay on my back with my lovers on either side of me. I felt
wet kisses on my face, then my neck, to my rising chest, and finally
to my breasts. Each breast with it's swollen areola, was drawn into a
warm mouth to be suckled and prodded with tongues. The feeling was
beyond description, and my uterus began a gentle series of
contractions. My right nipple was nibbled and sucked hard, trying to
open the passage to the empty milk sacks. A tingling sensation
radiated throughout each breast mound, and I knew I was close to
producing milk.  Jerome's hand cupped my right breast, squeezing  the
mound to a point, and drew in more breast to the back of his mouth. My
nipple was being sucked into the entrance of his throat, and it
throbbed to spill forth imagined nourishing milk. I was yelling now,
"I want you in me. Give me, give me, give me." I pulled them free of
my inflamed breasts and sat up in bed. Reaching with my hand to
Jerome's penis I wrapped it in my fingers to confirm it's new
hardness. I stood up on the bed and moved to stand over Jerome. He had
reached down to stroke his erection and point it upward, asking by
it's directness, to be inserted. I was facing Jerome's feet and as I
started to squat down, I said to Paul, "Help me Paul. I want it in my
bottom." Paul immediately knelt in front of me, between Jerome's
parted legs, and put his hands under my armpits. As I lowered down
closer to the long penis shaft, I was completely supported by Paul's
strong hands and arms, my legs needing no effort to control the
position. I felt the penis gland touch my bud, and I reached to grasp
it and rub it's head across the wetness of my vagina. Jerome trust
upward and gained entry inside my parted vaginal lips, and Paul
quickly raised me up to dislodge him. The feeling of the partial entry
sent shivers of orgasmic release to my open vagina and a fresh flood
of secretions dripped onto the retracting gland head. I wanted him
inside of me, but Paul knew my original plan and expertly kept us
apart. I lowered myself again, this time guiding the wet penis head to
my bud hole, feeling the warm wetness I had given it from my vagina.
Jerome was producing pre-cum that oozed out the gland hole to further
lubricate my tight hole. I pushed down on my stomach muscles to push
the puckered hole outwards and Paul lowered me onto the slippery
shaft. The head went in smoothly to the gland ridge, and I moved my
bottom backward to sit on Jerome's stomach. Paul lowered my back to
Jerome's chest and hands clasped and cupped my breasts. I lay my head
on Jerome's powerful shoulder and cried out in pleasure. Moving my
pelvis downward by pulling on my bend legs, I impaled myself
completely on the shaft. I cried out again in pleasure and through a
husky deep unrecognizable voice said, "Take me Paul. Fuck me darling."
Paul supported himself with his arms and bent knees between Jerome's
spread legs and lowered himself closer over me, and I felt the first
probe of his giant penis head against my opened vagina. He let the
head move up and down the parted lips, gathering and spreading my
secretions, spreading his own pre-cum. I felt pressure as the gland
head pushed my lips wider seeking entry. I was locked in place with
Jerome's shaft deep inside my rear, and could not thrust up to implant
Paul's member. I heard myself scream, "Put it in. shove it in. Give
me. Give me." I was sobbing with want and pleasure. Tears were forming
in my closed eyes.  My body was wracked with waves of orgasmic heat
and I wanted all of Paul inside me. I reached down to grab hold of
Paul's fat penis, and wrapped my hand around, pulling the skin
covering back to expose all of the gland. Paul lowered himself and I
felt the head slip into my vagina with great pressure, to lock itself
on the prominent ridge, as it passed the tight outer restriction.  His
largest part had traversed the constrictions of my pelvic opening. I
yelled in pleasure and knew that he had gained entry . The rest would
be easy. Like a babies head popping through the pelvic opening, Paul
had gone in reverse and pierced the constrictions of confinement. His
penis shaft was mine to fill me in ways I could not to this day
imagine. Paul lowered his chest against mine, while Jerome removed his
cupped hands from my breast. Paul's breast pushed gently into my
uplifted mounds, and waves of electric tingling pentretrated my
nipples. In a steady downward motion, Paul pushed his fattened shaft a
fraction deeper. I wanted to buck up and have him drive the engorged
penis in to it's hilt, but I waited in patient fever for my lover to
meet my desires. Again my sweet love pressed deeper, as I felt the
fullness of his manhood. I was yelping and moaning, and pleading,
"Give me. Fuck me. Push deeper. I love you." Paul answered with
passion, "Susan, I am yours, and I will soon give all I have to you.
Work with me baby. Open yourself to me." I moaned with understanding
and need. I wanted him to fill me with his manhood and seed. If, at
that moment, he wanted me to conceive, I would gladly have given up
everything in my life to carry his child. I belonged to both Paul and
Jerome and would do anything they asked. I loved them more than
myself, or Peter. I was theirs, and I was  for them. With tiny
pullbacks to relubricate the thickening shaft, Paul continued to push
into me, filling me anew with penetrating depth.  With each new push I
grunted my pleasure and acceptance, "Oh yes. Yes".  Jerome remained
still as if sensing the impending completion of penetration of the
fattened throbbing shaft of Paul. When I thought I was completely full
of him, a new downward pressure gained deeper entry. I felt his
bulbous head deep within me, probing deeper with each push, moving
organs and tissue to lodge itself deep within my belly. I felt the
heat of the gland, and yelped, moaned, and snorted my pleasure,
"Deeper baby. Give me. Give me. Oh, baby." Paul continued to withdraw
slightly, and push deeper. With each push I felt the shaft gain deeper
entry. Every time I thought I was full, more of Paul's penis entered.
Somewhere deep inside me Paul's swollen penis head invaded new
territory.  Paul finally stopped his invading penetration of my
stretched vagina, and we lay locked together in bliss. Neither Paul or
Jerome moved, but I wiggled my pelvis from side to side. Our heat was
tremendous, and we laid locked together in sweat, neither man moving,
for a long time. Sometime later. I reached up my parted legs and
wrapped them tightly around Paul's rear. He was groaning, and started
a very slow, very gentle, very small, in and out movement. Jerome,
deeply imbedded in my rear could feel the slow responding thrusts
through me to Paul. He started to pull and push carefully with his
impaled shaft.  I was being taken by both men and soon I would receive
their fluids of passion that would stay within me, always. Paul began
withdrawing his shaft further on each stroke, to push in again to full
depth. Jerome matched Paul's thrusts, and in unison, I felt the hard
shafts penetrate my inner being.  Paul's withdrawals became long and
the gland ridge found the tightness of my pelvic opening before once
again pistoning  home. I was losing control and I felt the rising,
impending release of my two men's seed. I started screaming, and I
felt the first gush of hot fluid in my vagina., and Paul's quick pull
back to the shaft head. As he pushed himself back in I felt Jerome's
first squirt deep within my rectum. As Paul hot shaft reached it's
base within me a second blast of sperm entered my inner reaches, to be
matched by Jerome voiding himself of man seed.  I continued screaming
and must have passed out, for much is not clear of what happened after
this. I do remember rolling over with the two men, and Jerome pumping
me wildly to completion his completion.

When I awoke both men were gone and I lay in bed, with their orgasm's
leaking out of me. It was a divine feeling, and in thinking back, I
should do it again. End.



	 


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