2 for 1

Chapter 9

Blayne rolled over in the width of her bed and came into contact with nothing but more fluffy pillows and cool cloth. She opened her eyes, looking across the expanse of her bedroom, noting that it was dark, night outside, the only light was coming from the connecting door to her office.

They were gone.

She closed her eyes, feeling the hot sting of tears as she buried her face into a pillow she dragged down to hug. It was obvious that hours had passed since she passed out following their latest bout of sloppy sex, though she wasn't sure exactly how many. She didn't know how she knew, but she didn't doubt it. They were gone.

Why that made her cry she refused to explain even to herself. The last thirty hours had been something straight from her fantasies. She'd performed and participated in more extreme acts of sex than she could even remember, and it had been the best day of her life. And it was over. She was sore all over, from head to foot. Physical fatigue mixed with overuse of muscles, of orifices, plus the strain of muscles flexed only during orgasm. She needed a hot bath and a stiff drink, a little self-medication for her aches and then right back to bed.

The only problem with that theory was her lack of motivation to even move in the first place. It would be so easy to just close her eyes and escape their desertion in dreams of reenactments. But reality was edging in on her apathy. What if they hadn't locked the door when they left? What if they had even robbed her blind? And then there was the tiny seed of hope that the undisturbed silence of the house was wrong, that she was wrong, that they were still here.

A memory of her grandmother came to her, almost of its own will, and she smiled faintly into the pillow. One summer she had cared for her grandmother while she'd recuperated from a surgery. The elderly woman had been very forthright in nature, shocking Blayne with her comments and opinions at times. One of Grandma's candid declarations had been "If ya wanna keep a man, ya gotta keep him happy. And the only way to make sure he's happy is to suck his dick regularly". Blayne had blushed in embarrassment, not having knowledge of such things at that age, but the statement had stayed with her. She'd sort of tested her grandmother's theory over the years since she'd become sexually active. Three boyfriends and not a single blowjob amongst them and she'd had to admit that her grandmother might just have had something. One of the boyfriends had even sited her lack of oral stimulation of him as his reason for ending it.

Her smile faded as she thought of the past day or so. She never once considered going down on one of them. Would they have stayed if she had? Had her thoughtlessness cost her more time with them? It was a definite possibility.

Finally she threw the blankets off and headed for the shower on wobbly aching legs.

A half hour and innumerable gallons of water later, Blayne started down the steps, feeling refreshed, but unfortunately not much better. Her wet hair was wrapped loosely in a towel, loose strands still dripping water.

Seeing that the front door was locked eased the anxiousness she been feeling. Not knowing if the guys had locked up as they left had weighed on her mind more and more while she'd washed.

Turning into the kitchen, she stopped in the doorway to survey the room. It was exactly as she left it around noontime that day, plates on the table, cups still half-full. The table displayed a dried on meal that would be nearly impossible to clean, and she really didn't give a damn.

A can of soda out of the fridge was all she needed and she only stopped after drinking half of it. Then she just stood and looked around the dark room. Windows on two sides let in light from the dusk to dawn lights, but also cast everything in eerie shadows. She felt isolated and alone, standing in the darkness of her house.

Her computer called to her. As pathetic as it was, it was her life, her lifeline to the outside world. She had friends and places to go to on line that made her feel welcome, while the same wasn't true for real life. Most of her existence revolved around her computer and that was exactly how she liked it. It was her safe haven, and it was where she wanted to be now when she felt so rejected.

She considered getting drunk, but discarded the idea immediately. The aftereffects wouldn't be worth the few minutes of forgetting bliss, though a shot or two to help relax her sore muscles couldn't hurt, could it?

With this in mind Blayne headed to the sideboard where she had several bottles stored. A dusty bottle of vodka caught her interest and she stood with it to pour herself a glassful. She replaced the cap and lifted the glass, smelling the pungent odor with a deep breath. A sip of alcohol, a sip of soda. She turned to head back to her office, drinks in hand, and then came to a sudden stop in the front hall as a fact occurred to her.

She stared with nearly accusatory eyes at the dead bolt. The dead bolt locked from inside. She frowned at the lock for long moments and then as if on cue a dim light flickered from within the living room.

The living room was usually closed. It was just to the left of the front door and the sliding doors stayed pulled together because she so seldom used it. But now the doors were open a mere inch, revealing that the room was lit with a flickering light that could only be the television.

Blayne found she was already smiling broadly as she hurried to the door and peered through the small crack. The sofa faced away from the door, the large television just before it. Silhouetted against the large screen TV was the perfect outline of the couch with two heads visible above the back.

She stood and surveyed them for several minutes. She couldn't hear the television, muted most likely. The way the guys were leaning towards each other made her think they were asleep. She smiled wider at seeing them, utterly thrilled that they hadn't fled in the night.

The door slid smoothly in its track, but still gave of the soft creak of wood on wood. She set drinks beside the door and moved forward on silent feet.

Craig tilted his head back to look at her. He raised heavy lids and a questioning brow.

Blayne found that she was still smiling, though not the near ecstatic grin from moments before. She lifted her hand to his head as she looked down at them from behind the couch. They were leaning on each other, shoulder to shoulder, legs heading in outwards directions. Levi was fast asleep, his head turned to one side, his breathing rhythmic.

Craig lowered his head and eyes at her touch, allowing her to smooth her hand over the roughness of his scalp. The slight rasp of his new growth chafed her palm but also made her wonder if he'd shaved it since he'd been there. Surely it would be longer if he hadn't.

She circled the couch, her eyes never leaving them, and Craig's gaze followed her progress. Her shadow fell across their bare-chested forms as she came to a stop between their outstretched legs, and then she sank down to her knees.

Craig continued to watch her, his look attentive but not seeming overly curious. When she reached for his pants his lips spread slightly in a smile before he lifted his hips to aid her, leaving him completely naked. He appeared totally unselfconscious before her. She allowed her eyes to travel up his body. He was eye-candy in its rawest, and she allowed herself the few moments to enjoy it before turning to Levi.

Levi, though still asleep, was visibly aroused by something, his sleep pants tenting on his erection. She reached a hand out to each of them, and then paused.

With dick in hand she raised questioning eyes to Craig and then looked pointedly down at his growing erection. His sexual affiliations before now made her wonder if he would even accept a blowjob from her.

His gaze was intense, as if her very asking turned him on. His dick seconded the idea, rapidly filling and hardening in her hold. She couldn't restrain the small smile at his reaction. Finally he nodded and she immediately lowered her mouth to him.

He sighed as she took him in, his girth filling her mouth completely. Cautiously she used her other hand to free Levi from his pants being careful not to hurt him. Then when she had a bare cock in both hands she moved, swapping the dick in her mouth with the now waking man's.

For a few moments Blayne allowed doubts to cross her mind. Would they allow her to do this? Could she suck off two men at the same time? Would they think her a complete whore now? Would this encourage them to stay? Had they washed?

This last thought caused her to smile and she lifted her head from the dick she was sucking, which, after switching twice more, was Levi's. She let her hands continue to slowly work them, her unchecked saliva had flowed down their penises giving perfect lubrication.

"Ya know, I hope you both washed. I'm usually not a dirty cock sucker."

Levi's eyes narrowed at her, his body tense as she steadily stroked him. "I was wondering when you were going to get around to using those lips of yours. Get up and turn on the lights so I can watch you."

His dangerous look and sharp words thrilled her. He was obviously turned on, to the point of making her wonder if he'd be patient enough to allow her to do the work. She rose, the towel that had held her hair coming free and dropping as she stood.

After a lamp on either side of the room was lit she stood before them again, her hair hanging around her shoulders and dripping onto her and them. Both of them had taken dick in hand, their own for a change, stroking slowly to keep the erection for her.

"Do you have a lot of practice sucking cock?" Levi asked.

Blayne let a small smile curl her lips, though she still made a casual attempt at making them look as pouty as possible. "No more than you."

Craig grinned at this. Levi let a dark brow rise and then nodded, indicating that she should begin. She ignored him, but did lower herself to her knees between their still spread legs.

Craig's gaze became serious and heavy as she returned to her penitent position. It seemed to call to her, and when she met his eyes he leaned forward to kiss her. His hand slid into her soaked hair at her neck, holding her head still for his thoroughness.

Levi took her hand and directed it to his dick, aiding her with his hand over hers in stroking him. Then when he became impatient, he reached out for her. His fingers in her hair forced Craig to release her. She bit her lip as she watched Craig sit back. Her lips felt bruised, her brain scattered from his devastating kiss.

Instead of leaning forward to meet her for a kiss, Levi used his hand in her hair to direct her head down to his lap. She grinned as she realized his destination for her. "Greedy boy."

He didn't look apologetic at all. Shrugging slightly he just looked down at her upturned face. "I've been waiting."

Blayne slid her mouth onto him, licking at the sticky spot where his precum had been leaking slowly. By lifting the back of her tongue to keep him from passing into her throat, she was able to go as far down his shaft as possible, allowing him to bump the back of her mouth. He groaned softly as she repeated the exercise, sliding her lips as far down as she could.

With both hands in the 'skiing' position, with a dick in each, she was able to switch from one man to the other easily. It was almost like coming up for air. She'd suck and bob on one, squeezing and stroking with her hand for twenty seconds or so, then switch.

Swallowing wasn't necessary. Her drool ran freely, coating each of them, her hands, their balls and then eventually running down her arm to the elbow where it dripped.

There were differences between them, or at least in their equipment. Ironically each man's dick reflected him. They were both big beautiful men, but there were obviously differences. Physically Craig was broader, and in turn his dick was thicker. Levi was taller than Craig, and in turn his dick was longer by maybe an inch. She could take more of Levi, allowing his head to pass to the back of her mouth where he seemed the most stimulated. His sensitive head pressing tight against her tongue and the roof of her mouth caused him to tense up more, groan more. With Craig's thicker girth, Blayne had problems getting him as deep. He seemed to fill her mouth up, making her have to stop short of lifting her tongue to keep him from going too deep. She didn't think he could go that deep. So with him she sucked more, hollowing her cheeks, causing the popping wet sounds as she released him each time, and forcing herself to swallow around him so her mouth tightened that little bit more.

She was breathing only through her nose, with an occasional quick gasp when she switched, by choice or urging hands. Long minutes passed, the only sounds were harsh breathing, moans and the wet sucking sounds of her mouth.

Then as she switched to Craig, Levi moved, sliding off of the couch onto his knees.

Blayne lifted her eyes to Craig's face, watching him as he watched Levi. A shadow fell across both of them as Levi moved to behind her, stripping her shorts off her ass in one quick move. He didn't hesitate, but gripped her ass, spreading her, nearly lifting her and sliding his rigid cock deep into her.

She gripped Craig's leg, her mouth releasing him as she moaned in unprepared shock and pleasure.

"Don't stop sucking, now," Levi taunted as he stroked between her overly sensitive folds, making her gasp. It took her a minute to understand his meaning, and then she was closing her mouth on the dick before her.

Levi's forceful thrusting rocked her forward onto Craig each time, her moans causing Craig to moan as well. She let the rhythm be her rhythm, allowing Craig's dick to slip in and out of her mouth as Levi thumped into her. Their pace was fast, nearly frantic. Within a minute Craig was stiffening. She continued to suck him, feeling the pulse running through his dick intensify against her lips.

A jerk of his hips and then his cock pulsed in her mouth, shooting thick salty cum. His hands gripped her shoulders, holding her reasonably still as she continued to suck him and Levi continued to fuck her.

"Hold it."

She lifted her gaze at Craig's rough words, then she was pulling free, rolling the deposit he had left around on her tongue. He pulled her forward, his gaze nearly eager as his lips met hers.

Levi's thrusts bumped them together, but Craig's grip kept them together. She pressed her tongue forward, not knowing how to control the transfer or whatever, but it didn't matter. He sucked at her tongue greedily and then was holding her even tighter as his tongue explored her mouth, seeking out every last drop of his essence.

It was probably one of the nastiest things Blayne had ever done or been part of and the thrill of it sent her orgasm flooding through her.

Levi growled roughly as her pussy tightened on him. His fingers bit into her hips as he roughly thrust into her, obviously pushed over the edge himself.

A minute later they all sat facing the muted TV, Blayne now sitting between the two leaning men. She was still grinning stupidly.


To be continued?