Friday Afternoon... (continued)

Dwayne scrambled backward so fast he tripped when his pants tangled around his ankles. His ass would have hit the floor except his back hit the wall first.

"Isn't it self-explanatory what I was doing before you barged in?" Brenda smiled at me. When her eyes turned to Dwayne, her smile became a predatory grin.

"And you," I brought him into the conversation. "You hypocrite! After all the times you mentioned you're married, I walk in to see you with your dick in my sister's mouth!"

"I thought she was you!"

I folded my arms under my breasts and fixed him with a stern look as he pulled his pants up.

"Oh? So you thought cheating on your wife would be okay if it was my mouth you shoved your dick into?"

"Hey, give the poor guy a break," Brenda laughed, pouring champagne into a flute. "You know from experience that a mouth on a cock kicks the shit out of a ring on a finger. Or have you forgotten Mr. Caldwell, who lived down the street?"

"Only because you double-dog-dared me!"

"You told me you had a twin but... This?" Dwayne exclaimed, his head still swiveling between Brenda and me.

"Technically, we're what's called Identical Twins," I explained with a tired sigh.

"We're what happens when one fertilized egg splits to form two embryos," Brenda continued the explanation we've had to do many, many times.

"Natural cellular mutations are common as cells split again and again as the embryos grow into fetuses," I continued.

"Mutations that often make minor changes between the twins. Minor changes to faces or hair color..." Brenda took over.

"But mutations seem to have been uncommon for the two of us. We're more identical than most twins, right down to our DNA," I finished.

"Except I have bigger boobs," Brenda smugly claimed.

"No, you don't!"

"She's always been jealous," Brenda told Dwayne. "She's in denial."

"No, I'm not!" I declared. "And our boobs are the same size! Everything we have is the same!"

"No shit! It's like looking into a mirror! Same everything, even your voices... This is too freaky for me," Dwayne said. Holding his pants up, he pushed past me and fled the bathroom.

"Dammit, Brenda," I sighed. "Put some clothes on and come tell me why you're here."

While Brenda showered off bubbles, I went to change out of my uniform. After looking over the small selection of civilian clothes I'd brought with me, I went through the suitcases Brenda had left on the bed.

Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty... Damn it! She didn't even have one thing I could wear! I found an empty trash bag in a wastebasket. Filling it with dirty clothes, I used the house phone to call down for laundry service. I set the bag out in the hall and yelled for Brenda to hurry up.

When Brenda emerged from the bathroom, she was wearing Daisy Dukes and a cut-off t-shirt with no bra. We ran to each other for a heartfelt hug.

"Oh, I've missed you," we squealed, hugging and jumping at the same time, then laughed with the same timbre in our voices.

"Why are you here, Brenda? How did you get into the suite?"

"The woman at the desk thought I was you." Brenda shrugged. "She gave me a keycard when I said I'd left mine at work. I just followed the bellhop who carried my luggage. He led me here."

"Nice digs," Brenda observed, flopping into a plush chair cushion. She let out a long breath and continued in a more subdued voice. "Not as nice as the hotel in Montreal I vacationed in last year, but nice."

"You do know that Uncle Mike gave Stanley's IOU to me."

"Pfft!" Brenda's hand waved that detail away. "As you said, everything we have is the same. You get an IOU, I get an IOU. Stanley didn't disagree the last time I saw him.

"As for why I'm here," she changed the subject. "I wanted a vacation from Oklahoma. Mom told me you were here, so I drove through the night."

She wasn't meeting my eyes; a sign she wasn't telling me everything.

"Just wanted a vacation from Oklahoma, or needed a break from a guy?"

"Howie's been hinting," she admitted slowly, tracing a manicured fingernail over the leather of the arm of her chair and drawing out the words. "Hinting that we should move in together."

"And..."

"Moving in leads to an engagement ring and marriage, and kids..." her words came out in a frantic rush now. "Or it leads to a messy breakup. I didn't want any of that!"

"Then just say no."

"But Howie's such a great guy!" Brenda threw her hands into the air. "I didn't know what to do."

"So you decided to visit me and suck off a stranger?"

"I like giving blowjobs," Brenda said in a small voice with a smaller shoulder shrug as if that should excuse her.

Just then, Dwayne opened his bedroom door. He had his luggage in his hands. His eyes kept darting between Brenda and me.

"I'll, ahh... I'll just leave and..."

"Why?" we asked in unison.

"Damn, that's just weird," Dwayne muttered. "After what happened..."

"Dwayne, if I sent away every man whose dick has been in my sister's mouth," I waved my hand in dismissal. "Half the men in Oklahoma would have to move away. Put your suitcase down. You're coming with us. We're going shopping for clothes."

Brenda was out of her chair as soon as I said shopping.

"Why do you need me to shop for clothes?"

"To carry the bags, of course," Brenda answered as if the reason should have been self-explanatory.

I had the money I'd won at the shooting range and a large chunk of pay saved up since there was nothing on Diego Garcia to buy. I didn't mind financing our clothes shopping. Ever since we were old enough to dress ourselves, clothing was never 'mine' and 'yours'. We had the same body and could wear the same clothes while looking equally good.

I didn't even mind that Brenda would take all the clothes with her when she left. On my next trip home, I'd steal everything back!

I didn't drive to a boutique. We needed quantity, not quality. When we walked into Walmart, shoppers openly stared at the two of us. We were used to it. It's not every day six-foot-tall, blond twins walk past.

I didn't bother trying on clothes. Changing in and out of my uniform would be a pain. In her Daisy Dukes and cut-off T-shirt, Brenda could try on clothes ten times faster than I could. Anything that looked good on her would look good on me. I just tossed a duplicate, in a different color, of anything that looked good into the shopping cart. I was in another aisle looking at blouses when I heard Svenson's deep voice.

"Barbara?"

"Well, hello! I wasn't shopping for tall, dark, and hunky, but I am now! Look at the guns on you..."

"Hey, bitch! Hands off my husband! Who do you think you are?"

"I'm impressed... You must be quite the woman to get a man like this!"

"Ahh, dear. Barbara is working with our team for a few days and..."

"... And she isn't Barbara," I interrupted, stepping into view. I moved to stand beside Brenda. "I am."

"I'm Brenda," introducing herself with a finger wave, then added unnecessarily, "We're twins."

There was silence as eyes cycled between us, then...

"Hoooolyyyyy shit," Svenson said in a hushed tone. "The team will never believe this."

"Welcome to my freak show," Dwayne muttered from where he'd been watching.

"The team? You mean there's more like him, and you were gonna keep them all to yourself?" Brenda accused me, sounding pissed.

"I don't keep..." I started to explain, but Brenda's brain was already racing ahead.

"Tomorrow night! Party at our place! Come one, come all! I'll meet my sister's team and, more importantly, the team can meet me!"

**********

"I wish you'd asked me first before inviting my team to a party," I remarked as I drove us back to the hotel.

I had a sick feeling in my gut. I could see so many ways a party thrown by Brenda could go wrong. But it was too late to retract her offer. She waved away my complaint with a lazy gesture and lit a cigarette.

I gave her a disapproving look and opened the driver's window a little to suck out the fragrant grey cloud.

"You could at least wait to light up until you weren't blowing smoke in my face."

"Damn, Sis... When did you ram a stick up your ass? I know you weren't born that way 'cause I was there, too."

I sighed. Brenda was right. Being yanked off one team and flown halfway around the world only to be tossed in with a new team was making me tense. I rolled my shoulders to relax my muscles. Fuck it! I held out my hand.

"Gimme a drag."

Brenda put her cigarette between my fingers and lit another. We smoked in silence until I tossed the butt out the window.

"The men I'm working with, they're not like the guys you hang with," I tried to explain. "They're... Intense. Think of seven Uncle Mikes."

"Pfft," with one sound and another lazy wave of her hand, Brenda ignored my advice. "Men are men. I've had Uncle Mike eating out of my hand since we were eight."

The sick feeling in my gut returned.

**********

Friday Evening... 1945 Hours...

I wasn't wearing my bikini today as I parked my ass on a stool at the Tiki Hut. I hadn't had the long soak in a hot tub I'd been longing for, but a hot shower before I changed into my new clothes made me feel much better. Jace was making drinks. I gave him my brightest smile. When he glanced at me, there was no return smile on his face; no emotion at all.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I was afraid he was mad because of how I'd led him on and left him with blue balls this morning.

"What's wrong? You tell me... You acted like I was invisible when you were here earlier." Jace's voice was flat, as emotionless as his face. "I thought we were okay this morning. Then you wouldn't even look at me while checking out the other men around the pool."

"When did..." I started, then I knew. This had happened before. I hit speed dial on my phone as Jace turned away to attend to other customers. I told Brenda to get her ass to the pool, now!

I tried to tell Jace that it hadn't been me. His disbelief was hard as iron. I shut up and waited. Sometimes it takes Show-and-Tell.

The look on Jace's face was priceless when Brenda sat on the stool next to mine.

"I told you it wasn't me."

Jace looked at me, then Brenda, me, Brenda, me, Brenda...

"I never would have believed it," he muttered, then reached out to push the hair at my temple aside.

"You're Barbara," he said when my scar was revealed.

"And I'm Brenda," my sister introduced herself. Then added unnecessarily. "We're twins."

"Identical twins," I explained. "When one fertilized egg splits to form two embryos, you get us."

"We're identical right down to our DNA," Brenda finished the shortened version of the explanation we've delivered many, many times.

"Un-Fucking-Believable..." Jace stared for a few more moments, then came back to reality. "So, can I get you anything?"

"A Long Island Iced Tea," we answered in stereo.

"That's... Spooky. Now I've seen everything!" Jace was shaking his head in disbelief as he began mixing our drinks.

"I bet you have," Brenda leered. "What other parts of my sister have you seen other than her scar?"

"Brenda! Why don't you go and check out the men around the pool?"

"Already did that from here," she answered.

Of course she had...

Turning on her seat, she took a long swallow of the drink Jace set in front of her. She began pointing with a dismissive finger at the men by the pool.

"Boring... Fat... Boring... Fat... Fat... BORING... Old... Ugly... Gay... Old... Tiny dick... He's interesting, but he has a kid with him. That's how it goes," she sighed. "The good ones are taken."

"Since when has that stopped you?" I asked. "Corrupting married men is your favorite activity."

"Second favorite activity."

"Second favorite... Okay, now I'm curious," Jace said as he started making a Manhattan for one of the tanned, over-cooked pool cougars. "What's your favorite activity?"

"Corrupting married women, of course! I'm bi," Brenda announced brightly, then hooked her thumb at me and confided in a low voice. "So's she!"

"Brenda! Go away!"

"Hey, don't shoot the messenger," she laughed and drained what remained of her Long Island. Still laughing, she walked away. "I'm going to go corrupt Dwayne some more."

"She's wrong," I told Jace, rolling the cold Long Island glass over the heat in my cheeks that threatened to catch my face on fire. "Her favorite activity is embarrassing me!

"Do you work tomorrow night?" I asked, desperate to change the subject.

"No. I work every other weekend. You have something in mind?"

I invited him to Brenda's impromptu party. Then I started to warn him.

"When I work with a team, sometimes they, ahh, 'adopt' me. I want you to know why I might have six or seven very large men acting like over-protective big brothers."

I nursed my Long Island as Jace began the tasks to close down the Tiki Hut. I liked the guy. He was funny, easy to talk to, and laid back. He was a refreshing change from the men I'm usually with. I didn't have to watch what I said around him. As we walked towards the main hotel building, I brought up a touchy subject.

"You got upset because you thought I was ghosting you earlier. I need you to know that, because of my job, I might leave at any time. It has nothing to do with you; it won't be because I'm ghosting you. It's just part of my job."

"You and this team of yours will be sent to... Count paperclips?" Jace asked softly. "You talked more than you probably meant to last night."

"Maybe," I answered.

"Alright," Jace smiled and nodded in understanding. "No more questions. But when you're done counting paperclips, maybe drop me a message. Just to let me know you're okay."

"I can do that," I said. I stopped before we entered the hotel and pulled on Jace's arm until he faced me. "Why don't you drop me a message when you get off work tonight? Just to let me know that you're okay. Maybe we can count paperclips together."

"Now that is the best offer I've had today," he said, pulling me into a hug.

"Just today?"

"Well, the offer last night in the restroom kind'a set a high bar for 'best offers'."

We shared a nice kiss and entered the hotel. Jace went to work in the bar. I went to the suite for the relaxing bubble bath I'd wanted for hours.

**********

"You've got to do something about your sister," was Dwayne's greeting when I entered the suite.

"What's up?"

"Brenda is in my bed and refuses to leave! She says we'll share it tonight!"

"So?"

"I'm married!"

I crossed my arms under my breasts and glared.

"It was just a mistake earlier!"

"It was a mistake that you were probing my sister's tonsils with your dick? Did you slip and just by chance your cock ended up in her mouth?"

Dwayne's face twisted as he sought an answer. Then he sighed.

"I was weak," he admitted.

I didn't need this on top of everything else.

"I told you my sister is the crazy one, but you wouldn't believe me."

"I believe you. I believe you!"

"Okay, look... As long as you don't chuck her out a window or leave bruises, I'm officially neutral. It's between the two of you. Leave me out of it! Just know you don't need to leave. I invited you and... Well, honestly," I smiled and shrugged happily. "Honestly, watching the two of you is more entertaining than a Rom/Com movie."

"So, no advice on what I can do?"

"Come to bed," Brenda called out from Dwayne's room. "I'll show you what you can do!"

"Brenda," I called out, changing my plans from a long hot soak in the tub to helping Dwayne remove my sister from his room. I was never going to get my bubble bath at this rate! "The hotel restaurant is serving a seafood dish tonight. I don't know how to pronounce it, but I'm told it's very good."

"Then let's go," Brenda said, stepping out of Dwayne's room and into my room where we'd piled the clothes we'd bought across my bed.

**********

Friday Night... 2100 Hours...

Dinner was delicious and surprisingly relaxed. Brenda only teased Dwayne twice. Dwayne only reminded everyone, including himself, that he was married 41 times.

After Dwayne finished his dessert, I leaned over and whispered...

"If you run now, you can make it to your bedroom in time to lock your door."

He ran.

Brenda didn't mind I'd given him a running start.

"Just makes it more of a challenge," she said with a shrug.

She and I went to the hotel bar. This time, the conversation didn't just drop in tone; it ceased as every man stopped what they were about to say and do as their eyes followed two very tall, twin blondes strutting their stuff. Well, Brenda strutted. I only imitated her.

We found a place where we could stand at the bar. It was Friday, and the joint was almost full. Jace stared, his eyes darting between my sister and me.

"Okay, I give up. Which of you is Barbara?"

"I am," Brenda and I answered at the same time. We faced each other and accused each other in stereo. "No, you're not. I am!"

Jace reached over and used his thumb to shift the hair over Brenda's temple. He turned to me when he didn't find a scar.

"Black dress: Brenda. Red dress: Barbara. Got it!"

Without asking, Jace slid two Long Islands across the bar. He was often pulled away, hustling to keep up with orders. Brenda was busy evaluating the men in the bar. I had my man for the night already in my crosshairs.

"See anyone you like?" I asked.

"There are a few I might've enjoyed visiting in their hotel room later. But the one I'm interested in is upstairs, simmering in his guilt."

"His door will be locked. Dwayne won't come out until morning."

"Pfft!" Brenda nonchalantly waved away that little detail. "Since when has a locked door stopped either one of us?"

We turned away men politely when they approached. I pointed to Jace and said I was visiting my boyfriend for free drinks.

Brenda told the men who offered to buy us drinks that it was Twins' Night Out since her boyfriend was home and not feeling well. That was technically true if you ignored the fact that she'd left her boyfriend in Oklahoma, hundreds of miles away, without a note and had blocked his number. Poor Howie...

If the men accepted rejection with grace, they joined our growing band of admirers. We had to repeat our 'one egg-two embryos' explanation over and over. Good conversation and drinks followed, but Brenda and I called it a night after everyone accepted my challenge and took a shot of the 100-proof whiskey that had put me on my ass last night. Everyone clinked shot glasses and tossed at the same time, drumming our hands on the bar in sync and making the same scrunchy faces.

Entering the suite, Brenda called out, 'I'm home, Dear!' There was no answer from behind Dwayne's closed door.

"Goody! A challenge... This is going to be fun," she grinned.

Sitting, she lit a cigarette. I knew she was teasing me, testing my willpower. I surrendered in three seconds when she pushed her pack across the coffee table towards me. We caught up on our lives while shortening our lives with cancer sticks.

Mom had been dating the same guy for six months. It might develop into the real thing. Uncle Mike volunteered at the VA and was a pack leader for the local Boy Scouts troop. I almost felt sorry for those Scouts if they had to learn Land Navigation to find their next meal. I stubbed out my butt and announced I was finally going to have my bubble bath.

"So, what's your strategy to seduce a married guy through a locked door?"

"Pfft! We've known how to use a credit card to open doors since we were twelve!"

**********

Early Saturday Morning... 0200 Hours...

In the military, you learn to fall asleep whenever you can, even if only for a short power nap. Jace's booty call woke me up. This morning I woke in expectation of great sex instead of a hangover. Brenda wasn't sleeping on the couch when I passed by. I hoped she and Dwayne had fun.

Leaning against the door jamb, tonight I was wearing only a smile when Jace got off the elevator. He stopped just far enough into the hall to let the elevator close behind him. Taking his time, his eyes started at my feet and traveled upwards: Up my long, slender legs; My hairless pussy lips and mound; The curve of my waist; The fullness of my breasts; then finally my face.

"My, my, Ma'am... You Oklahoma cowgirls shor' do grow up fine."

"You reckon I'm worth a poor Texas cowboy's hard-earned dollar?"

Jace smiled but didn't answer as he closed the distance between us. But before he kissed or even hugged me, he reached out, letting his thumb push a lock of my hair back to reveal my scar.

"Just checking," he said before gathering me into his arms for a kiss.

"Ma'am, Ah reckon yer worth more'n a dollar. I'd trade two cows and a goat fer just an hour of yer time," he drawled between kisses.

"And a goat?! My, you Texas boys shor' know how to sweet talk a gal!"

I was only a finger width taller than Jace. Our bodies fit together like the right puzzle pieces connecting. As we kissed in the hall, a hand captured my breast, gently cupping and molding my softness.

I hummed deep in my chest as a thumb circled my hardening nipple. Jace moved his lips from mine. Soft kisses and hot breath on my sensitive neck made my breath catch, and my body shiver. The warmth that spread in the pit of my stomach had nothing to do with the temperature of the hall.

"Oh, damn," I murmured. "You Texas cowboys shor' know how to excite a gal, too."

"Ah reckon it's time we move this to a place more private than a hallway and its security cameras," Jace whispered against my neck. Hot breath on my neck made me shiver again.

"Do we have to?" I teasingly replied, moving my hand to rub the hardness in his pants. "The thought of security watching makes me even more excited."

"You have an exhibitionist kink... Knowing that excites me! If it wouldn't cost me my job, I'd take you against this wall right now!"

"Then let's go find another wall."

Jace moved his lips to mine again as his hands gripped my ass and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his hips.

"God, your ass is tight!" Jace told me as his fingers massaged my ass cheeks. I pulled his head forward to bring his ear close enough for me to suck on his earlobe.

"I'm tight in other places, too," I whispered. He moaned as my lips returned to his.

As he carried me into the suite, I reached out without looking to push the door closed. Jace carried me to the bedroom. I closed that door, too. Our kiss didn't end until he let me down beside the bed.

As soon as my feet touched the rug, Jace's hands were busy fondling my tits while I loosened and pulled his tie over his head. I was unbuttoning his shirt when he pushed me hard enough to send me sprawling onto the bed. I pushed back up onto my elbows.

"I can do this faster than you can," Jace said as he tossed his shirt away. His belt and trousers were indeed undone faster than I could have. Balancing on one leg and then the other, shoes were tossed aside.

"Know how I can tell that a cowboy is a gentleman?" I grinned as I opened my legs a little wider in invitation. "It's when he takes his boots off first."

Pants and underwear hit the floor next to the shoes. I remained propped up on my elbows, watching Jace's hard cock bounce and swing between his thighs during his rapid undressing movements. Very nice... I was definitely going to enjoy what was coming my way!

"My, my cowpoke! I hope you don't do everything so fast."

"Ah reckon Ah can slow down enough to please, Ma'am."

I sat up quickly and placed a restraining hand on Jace's stomach when he took a step towards me. He remained in place as I slid off the bed to kneel on the floor. The only illumination came from the city lights seeping through the room's windows. In the gloom of my bedroom, I got my first good look at what my cowboy was packing, and it was more than a six-shooter.

His cock still moved to every small shift of Jace's body. Looking up, I maintained eye contact while I chased his moving cock with my mouth. The shaft slapped against my cheeks and bumped over my nose until I captured the tip between my lips.

My sister isn't the only one who likes giving blowjobs. I continued to maintain eye contact as I pushed forward to let more cock slide slowly over my tongue. I thoroughly wet the shaft with my saliva before letting more cock into my mouth. Jace watched as, inch by slow inch, I filled my mouth with more cock.

Opening my lips wider to spread over the thickness of Jace's cock near the base, I pushed forward until the bulbous tip stopped against the back of my mouth.

I pressed my tongue hard against the underside of the shaft, making my mouth a tight, warm, and wet imitation of my pussy as I reversed until only his tip remained in my mouth. Only then did I break eye contact as I removed my hands from Jace's hips. The only contact between us was his cock in my mouth as I began a rhythmic bobbing motion of my head.

Giving good head is another thing Brenda and I have in common. I heard a low moan above me as I increased the motion of my mouth on the shaft while continuing to press my tongue upwards to keep my mouth tight around the cock that filled it. My forehead was drumming against Jace's stomach in a fast 4-4 beat. Spit I didn't take the time to swallow drooled down my chin to wet my tits and carpet.

I put my hands back on Jace's hips. I used them to hold his hips in place as I rose on my knees to change the angle at which his cock entered my mouth. I pressed forward until the large tip pushed against the back of my mouth again.

Straightening my neck, I relaxed the muscles at the back of my mouth. I began shallow swallowing motions to lessen my gag reflex and continued to slowly push forward until I felt cock slip into my throat. I stilled my motion while I controlled my gag reflex. Jace didn't move as he felt the small contractions in my throat I fought to control.

Once I was convinced I wouldn't gag, I slowly let more cock into my throat until my lips circled the base of Jace's cock and my nose was squashed against his stomach. I had all of him in my mouth and throat.

I remained still, letting Jace feel what it was like for his tip to be in my throat. The longer he remained in my throat, the less I felt like gagging. We remained connected until I had to pull back to breathe easier. Coughing, I looked up to make eye contact while my hand slow-stroked saliva-wettened cock.

"I didn't know if I could throat a cock your size," I lied to make Jace feel good. I've throated larger.

"That was incredible."

"It's only the beginning," I replied before leaning in to take cock between my lips again; and again I pushed until cock slipped into my throat.

But I could only throat-fuck cock very slowly without the fear of gagging. I throated Jace long enough to excite him, then pulled back. With cock only in my mouth, I began a faster mouth-fucking rhythm on his shaft.

It wasn't long until Jace's hands grasped the sides of my head. I no longer needed to move my mouth over his cock as his hips began moving. I stopped sucking Jace's cock and released control of what would happen next. Cock slid faster over my tongue as Jace fucked my mouth. I clamped throat muscles tight as cock bashed against the back of my mouth, trying to push into my throat.

Only a couple of short minutes later, his cocktip pressed hard against the back of my mouth... It remained there as Jace groaned and grunted out his completion with short, hard thrusts. Streams of hot cum splashed against the back and roof of my mouth before coating my tongue with its taste.

With a final long, drawn-out moan, Jace relaxed enough to let go of my head. I continued to press my lips hard around his shaft while pulling my head back slowly. When there was room between lips and balls, I wrapped my fingers around the base and began milking the retreating shaft. The scent of cum was as thick in my nose as the thick coating of sperm left on my tongue.

But the smell and taste of cum weren't what excited me. It was Jace's moans of pleasure as his cock weakly throbbed a few more times as I milked the last of his cum into my mouth. I like pleasing the man I'm with. I also believe in giving pleasure for pleasure, and I expected to receive a lot of pleasure very soon.

I pressed my lips firmly around the last inch of Jace's cock and continued to suck and play my tongue over the sensitive flesh of the tip. I took my time, milking the shaft with my hand while sucking and playing with the tip. I didn't allow one drop of cum to escape my mouth.

It was an ingrained habit from being a fairly sexually promiscuous teenager. No, that's a half-truth... I was a very sexually promiscuous teenager. I'm certain that Mom knew me and Brenda started fucking at a pretty young age. But she didn't need to see physical evidence of my promiscuity in the form of cum residue on my shirts and sweaters when I returned home from a date.

Only when just the tip remained between my lips, and my hand had milked every last drop of cum into my mouth, did my lips leave Jace's shaft.

"Oh, fuck," Jace whispered as, tilting my head up, I let him watch my lips kiss his tip. Jace must not have had sex or masturbated in quite some time. He'd left a large load in my mouth. I looked up to let him watch as my tongue played with the thick, white cum he'd left in my mouth. I held the slightly metallic, slightly salty, and a little acidic liquid in my mouth.

"Mmm, yummy..." I said around the cum and spit I was trying not to let dribble down my chin. I gargled spit and cum before forming cum bubbles with my lips. I finally swallowed.

I rose from my knees to sit on the edge of the bed again. Some men will kiss me; most won't after leaving cum in my mouth. I left the decision to Jace. He didn't. I started moving further onto the bed to make room for Jace when hands grasped my ankles.

I squealed in surprise as Jace jerked my ass back to the edge. Jace dropped to his knees beside the bed. He had a predatory look in his eyes as his hands on the inside of my thighs pushed my legs open. I teased him by clapping my thighs shut.

"Cowboy, it's just good manners to take off yer hat before eating at a lady's table."

Jace laughed and made a sweeping, theatrical show of taking off an imaginary hat and tossing it away. Hands on my inner thighs pushed my legs open again. This time I opened my legs wider. Hands slid up my inner thighs until thumbs touched and began manipulating my pussy lips.

Propped up on my elbows, I watched as, instead of eating me, Jace's face paused close enough to smell the scent of my pussy. Thumbs pulled my outer lips open wide as Jace examined my pink slit from clit to the portal of my pussy. I felt a different pressure as the hood over my clit was pulled back. I gasped when his head dipped enough to allow his tongue tip to gently circle over my exposed and erect clit.

Thumbs and fingers pulled the entrance of my pussy open, then pushed it closed again and again. The familiar wet, sticky sounds of a pussy slippery with thick cunt juice being pushed closed and pulled open were soft but audible when Jace finally lowered his mouth fully to my wet slit. Soft sucking on my clit in sync with the movements of his manipulating fingers made me groan as my hips bucked upwards with a will of their own.

My pink flesh continued to be pulled and pushed more energetically as Jace pressed his mouth harder to my pussy. I wrapped my fingers across the back of his head, pulling his lips to me more as Jace sucked on and licked my clit while fingers began pushing inside me.

A hard cock is a very visual signal that a man is ready. My telltale signs that I was ready to be fucked were much less visual but no less recognizable to me. I didn't need to see to know that my juices were flowing from my pussy.

My clit throbbed with each beat of my pulse. I felt as if there was a heavy, liquid weight deep in the pit of my stomach. It was the weight of my engorged cunt walls; saturated with my sticky wetness ready to lubricate the cock it wanted. Jace looked over my mound to make eye contact with me as he feasted. Fingers and tongue together pushed inside me as deep as they could. Jace continued to fingerfuck me as his tongue and lips moved back to lash and suck my clit.

"Mmm, that feels good, Cowboy." I hummed as my legs opened wider. Jace lifted his head and smiled, then hid his mouth behind my mound again as he sucked my clit between his lips for his tongue to lash my most sensitive flesh.

"Oh, shit! Shit, shit, shit..."I gasped and shuddered as Jace began to eat me in earnest. He continued to keep eye contact over my mound. Fingers left me and were replaced with loud, wet sounds as my pussy juices were sucked from my hole. Hands pushed between my ass cheeks and the mattress. My ass was lifted, and a pillow was jammed under my hips to raise my pussy, making it easier for his greedy mouth to devour all of me between my thighs.

A hard tongue ran the length of my moist slit from my hole to my clit. I closed my eyes and let my shoulders ease back onto the bed. My hands gripped the sheets as pleasure made me lightheaded. My hips twerked upwards in time to his mouth-sucking rhythms on my clit.

Over the next few minutes, Jace proved that he loved giving as well as receiving oral sex. He feasted between my thighs as if he hadn't tasted pussy in months. One, then two, and then three fingers stretched and rimmed and filled my pussy. Jace fingerfucked me, alternating between fast and slow movements while he continued to suck hard on my clit and lash it with his tongue.

"Oh, fuck... Like that, like that!" I'd whisper when what he was doing felt incredible. When Jace knew I loved what he was doing, he did it more!

"Fuck... That's it! So good, so fucking good!" I cried out louder as he did it more.

The mouth between my pussy lips began sucking harder on my pink flesh as if trying to give my pussy a hickey. My throbbing clit was sucked between his lips, where he tongued it without mercy.

My stomach muscles seized up until I could only pant in short gasps. My shoulders came off the mattress as I cried out how close I was. My fingers grasped Jace's hair, pulling his mouth to where it gave me the most intense satisfaction. My hips were gyrating now, spreading my wetness over his face as I rubbed my clit against his hard nose and the stubble of his chin.

This time, I was the one groaning between clenched teeth as my orgasm grew until, with a long, high-pitched wail, I came.

"Shit! Oh, fucking shit! I'm going... I'm going to come... So... Fucking... Hard!"

Both of my hands closed on the back of the head between my legs, pulling Jace's mouth hard against my pussy as my thighs clapped shut around his head. My hips moved faster as I rubbed my slit against his nose, his rasping tongue and his chin stubble in search of every position and touch that would enhance my orgasm.

Fingers burrowed deeper into me.

"Don't stop! Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!" I cried out in a strained falsetto that began reaching for notes only dogs could hear. An orgasmic high rolled through me again and again. My fingers gripped Jace's hair, trying to pull his mouth even tighter to my pussy. My hips bucked, rubbing my flowing cum over Jace's face while he struggled to follow my dancing pussy with his mouth.

"Oh... My... God..." I managed to squeal out between clenched teeth as my orgasmic wave crashed over me.

Orgasmic pulses raced through me... Muscles seized tight. Deep muscles, pelvic muscles strengthened with Kegel exercises, lifted and squeezed my vaginal walls. Thickened cunt walls saturated with my juices pressed together, expressing my sticky female cum from my entrance in a flood. I didn't squirt; I gushed.

Thick, sticky cum juice from deep inside me flowed from my hole to coat Jace's fingers. Pulling his fingers out, he replaced them with his mouth. Pressing his lips to my hole, he sucked my cum juice into his mouth as I'd sucked his cum into mine.

Just when one wave crested and began to recede, Jace would pull another wave from between my legs. But even bliss doesn't last forever.

I released the sheets I had in a death grip to push Jace's mouth away from my pussy when my clit became too sensitive to be touched. My thighs quivered as Jace let me push his mouth away. But he retreated only far enough away to leave wet kisses to my inner thighs. I kept trying to draw a deep breath past my still cramping abdominal muscles.

Everything that defined me as a woman felt like it was floating in warm, thick honey as deep pelvic muscles cramped and relaxed again and again, pushing more of my sticky juice from my hole. Jace moved to lap up the cream still oozing from my pussy. All was well as long as he didn't touch my extremely sensitive clit.

I was still panting as if I'd run a marathon when my still trembling legs lost their strength, and my feet slipped off the edge of the bed and thumped onto the floor. I felt the bed shift as Jace moved above me. He pinned me between his knees and hands as his mouth dipped to suck on my hard nipples. My hand lazily massaged the back of his neck as he buried his face into my large, soft tits.

When Jace lifted his face from my tits, the scent of my pussy was strong as he kissed me.

"Ma'am, that was worth takin' off my hat," he smiled and mumbled between kisses. "You set a delicious table..."

I laughed weakly at the image.

Long minutes followed as I recovered from my very long, very satisfying, and very pleasurable orgasm. Jace filled that time with kisses interspersed with sucking on my tits. I gasped and pulled his hand from between my thighs when he touched my still overly sensitive clit.

I didn't want to move. My legs still felt weak when I finally willed my body to scoot fully onto the mattress. Jace looked at the now sodden wet pillow that had propped up my ass and dropped it onto the floor.

"I don't think either of us will want to use that tonight," he laughed.

My arms welcomed Jace when he moved atop me. We continued to kiss and cuddle while we waited for his semi-erect cock to harden enough for penetration.

"I think I'm going to need more time," Jace said, half apologetically. He moved from between my legs and propped himself up on an elbow beside me. A hand molded my tits while we shared a long kiss. A kiss that became so crazy wet and sloppy, we were both laughing at the end.

That's when we heard the unmistakable thudding sounds of flesh meeting flesh in the unmistakable rhythm of hard sex. Cries and groans grew in volume to accompany the meaty sounds of bodies colliding. The sounds came through the wall that connected to Dwayne's room.

"Damn! You had to go and wake up Brenda," I accused Jace.

"Me?! I wasn't the one screaming, 'Oh my God! Oh my GOD! You're making me come! I'm coming! " Jace finished in a high-pitched, falsetto voice.

"Stop it! I do not sound like that!"

"Really?" Jace pinned my arms and began tickling my ribs. I responded with high-pitched laughter, demanding he stop.

"Okay! Okay, maybe I'm a little loud sometimes," I admitted after catching my breath.

"That doesn't embarrass you?" Jace asked after a kiss, jerking his head towards the wall. I shrugged.

"We grew up in a small house. Once we were old enough to stay home without Uncle Mike's supervision... And once we were old enough to..." I jerked my head towards the sounds filtering through the wall. "Well, it was a rare week when one of our boyfriends didn't visit and..."

I paused...

"And..." Jace prompted.

"And sometimes we would flip a coin to see who got the bed and who got the couch in the den when both of us were visited on the same day."

"Holy fuck! A foursome except you weren't in the same room."

"Well, sometimes..." I stopped talking, a goofy grin spreading across my face as I remembered good times.

"Shit! You were all in the same room."

"Only a couple of times."

Jace closed his eyes and didn't move. I rammed an elbow into his side.

"Hey, get your mind out of the gutter. We woke up Brenda, and now we need to move. I'd lock the door, but she'd use a credit card to open it."

"Why move?" Jace asked, clearly mesmerized by visions of Brenda and me in a foursome, or a threesome.

"I think you're forgetting about Dwayne. It won't be a threesome; it will be a foursome she'll want to relive for old times. Are you bisexual? 'Cause I'm pretty sure Dwayne isn't."