He chuckles. "I'd like you to choose, Dellie. I couldn't pick between them."
I glance at Zeke and Seb. They both nod. I feel lust and hunger and enthusiasm through each of their bonds.
"Hmmmm. Well, I haven't seen you take care of Zeke with your mouth. Is that something you'd like to do?"
Allen swallows. "Yes." His voice is husky. I press a kiss against his nipple, then flick my tongue against it. He groans. I walk over to the couch and grab three spare towels, dropping a folded one on the floor in front of Seb, Ralph and Zeke.
"Okay. Would you like to kneel down in front of Zeke?"
He smiles at me, fists the hair at the nape of my neck and presses a kiss on me that sends a fresh surge of slick leaking down my thighs. "I'd like that very much," he murmurs against my lips.
The sound of running water stops. Bare feet slap against hardwood and James emerges from the corridor. "Efficient," I murmur, pulling my mouth away from Allen and nudging him towards Zeke.
He walks towards me, his erection slapping against his belly, and wraps me in damp arms. I pull his face down and steal a brief kiss. "Mmmm. Better."
He grins. "Where do you want me?"
I shrug. "Where do you want to be? I thought you might have fun on your knees in front of Seb—if that's what you'd both like."
James smiles. I lead him over to Seb, stealing a kiss from him for good measure, and kneel on the towel in front of Ralph.
"Uh, Ralph? I'm… uh… going to have my mouth full for a bit, so, uh, can you tell them what I'm doing so they can do it, too?"
Ralph chuckles and strokes my hair. "Anything for you, Dellie." I roll my eyes, but smile as he kisses me, and push him back against the sofa.
I nudge Allen and James. "Make them feel good, but don't let them come." Allen chuckles. Zeke rolls his eyes.
"Cruel woman," murmurs Seb. I laugh, and tease my fingers along Ralph's shaft.
"Zeke, Seb, Ralph—you can do whatever you think the person in front of you will like. But tell them what you're doing as you do it and give them the chance to say yes or no, okay? But—uh—if they have their mouth full, one grunt for yes, two for no, okay?"
"Yes, ma'am," chuckles Seb. I roll my eyes. I poke my tongue out at him and clear my throat.
"Allen, James, I want you to use your fingers on them, very lightly. Stroke your hands down their shafts and over their balls and heads."
I hear Seb release a slow breath. I run my fingers along the underside of Ralph's long, firm cock, then stroke it back and forth, gradually moving further up, getting fractionally closer to the weeping slit with every brush.
"Now, use your hands on them. One hand on their cock, the other teasing their legs and bellies. Only your hands. Slowly. You can be as firm as you both want with their shafts, but tease the rest of them."
Ralph lets out a groan as I run my nails over his thigh.
"This is harder than you make it look," murmurs Allen. Zeke's trying not to laugh.
"That's okay. Use that hand to stroke the spot where his cockhead meets his shaft. Rub some of his precum over the spot. And Zeke, tell us if it doesn't feel good or you don't want Allen doing something, okay?"
This time, Zeke groans. "Trust me. Feels plenty good," he pants.
I keep stroking Ralph's shaft with one hand, rubbing his frenulum with the other. He lets out a slow breath. "Can I stroke your hair?" he murmurs.
"Yes," I breathe. His warm hand rests on my shoulder as he runs his fingers through my hair.
"Now, you can use your mouths on them. Start by kissing their cocks and running your tongue up it." I clear my throat, and breathe in a lungful of Ralph's heady, musky mint as I let my lips fall on his frenulum and stripe my tongue from his weeping slit to his testicles and back.
Ralph groans as I take his cockhead into my mouth and start flicking the indent with my tongue. I pause at his silence, looking up at him, expectantly.
"Oh. Right. Sorry," he pants. "She's, uh, got the head of my cock in her mouth, and she's, oh god, flicking it with her tongue."
Seb's murmuring something to James. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see most of his blond hair is obscured by one of Seb's large, tanned hands. I moan, and swallow Ralph down further. His hand clenches in my hair, panting hard.
