"Bright, colorful and ready for anything? I'll own it." Leif seemed pleased at the comparison.
"Have you two ever…" I said slowly, gesturing between the two of them.
"Never," Leif said. "I don't think Woody is that way inclined. I know Forrest isn't."
"Nope," Woody agreed. "I'm a one-woman kind of dude."
I nodded. "Okay." I wouldn't have minded if they had, of course. Love was love. I didn't mind being the center of attention like this though.
"Woody wouldn't be able to fit his mouth around my cock anyway," Leif said.
I tilted my head and looked at him. "That sounds like a challenge to me."
I hopped down from the drawer and knelt in front of Leif. With one hand, I popped open the button on his jeans and slid down the zipper.
"You think he can't fit you in? What about me?"
"I think you can do anything you put your mind to." He pushed his jeans and boxers down his hips, letting his cockspring free to point right at my face. The tip already glistened with pre-cum.
"I could fit that in my mouth if I wanted to," Woody remarked. He stepped back around the drawer to kneel beside me, his hands on my breasts again.
"I don't know, it looks pretty big to me," I said, wrapping my hand around the base of Leif's cock.
Leif shuffled back a little to give us more room between the drawers. He bumped into the one behind him, dislodging the corpse's arm so it fell off the drawer and dangled down beside it, his fingers a couple of inches from my face.
"Thank you, but I don't need a hand. I've got this," I said.
Trying to ignore the bitten fingernails, I closed my mouth around the head of Leif's cock, taking in the very tip of him. I swirled my tongue around him, tasting him, teasing him before taking him in further.
Leif groaned. "Your mouth is incredible."
"All of her is incredible," Woody said, lightly pinching my nipples.
"I stand corrected." Leif tangled his fingers in my hair, pulling me closer, pressing himself deeper. His touch was loose enough to let me pull away if I wanted to. His eyes were on me, silently telling me he'd let me set the pace.
I sucked and licked slowly, one hand stroking his balls, the other on his hip.
Woody dropped his hands from my breasts to undo the front of my jeans and push them down to my knees. Holding me carefully, he supported my weight while I lifted one knee, then the other, so he could slide them down and off my ankles. All while still sucking. Go me.
I thought he'd do the same with my panties, but instead he grabbed the waistband and tore them away. I responded with a hum of protest. I'd worn them for barely an hour. Fortunately,I bought several pairs. I might have to buy several more, just in case. Especially if this was how he was going to treat my panties.
Woody squeezed my ass cheeks before sliding his hands between my thighs. The sides of his knuckles grazed my pussy.
Leif grabbed the dead man's hand, placing it back on the drawer, only to have it flop back down in front of my face.
"I think he's jealous," he said "Sorry dude, you can't play." He placed it back again, tucking it under the sheet where it would stay put. "That's better." He nodded.
I smiled at him with my eyes and started to suck a little faster.
Woody grazed his hands over my clit, moving in time with my mouth, also letting me set the rhythm.
"Can I fuck you?" Leif asked, his voice breathless. His eyes looked ready to roll back in his head.
I stopped sucking for a moment before sliding my mouth off his cock. "Yes, you can."
Woody dragged me up to my feet, standing with me. Between them, they put me back on the drawer, Woody behind me once again.
"Come here." I grabbed the front of Leif's shirt, pulled him to me, and wrapped my legs around his hips.
