Double Blow

Posted by Lex Konrad in Sex | May 09, 2006

It’s been said there’s no such thing as a bad blowjob. This is surely a lie. Anyone who makes this claim has never squirmed under a row of sharp teeth, nor suffered friction burns at the hands of a partner who just wants to get it over with, nor endured the lazy manipulations of a mouth that would rather be wrapped around something—anything—else.

There really isn’t such a thing as a bad double blow job, however. For one, any girl who teams up with a playmate to work you over is arguably well acquainted with the act of fellatio. And neither girl wants to look bad in front of the other, so they both bring their ‘A’ games to the, er, court. If having two women at once is like winning the lottery, then having two women worship the knobbed idol of your masculinity is like winning the lottery and the Nobel Prize on the same afternoon.

Leslie and Peggy. Each one, in her own right, an accomplished flautist in the skin section of the orchestra; Leslie with her soft, silky lips and Peggy with her tongue ring and talented fingers. Both of them with their little tricks—a slight flick of the wrist or curl of the tongue. Both of them only too happy to fish Mr. Penis out of my trousers. Unprompted, naturally.

I kneeled and they had me together, taking my cock into their wet mouths, passing it back and forth and smiling as they did so. Their tongues roamed. Each time their mouths met they giggled and kissed each other. They even tried to wrap their lips around me and kiss at the same time, a stunt which only prompted more giggling.

Someone asked me once whether these hijinks ever bore me. As I hovered over my lovely playmates, thinking about the moment when I’d make a mess on their pretty faces, it occurred to me that this must have been the dumbest question I’ve ever been asked.

We went somewhere afterward, I really don’t remember where. I had a big, stupid double-blowjob smile planted on my face all night. People would strike up conversations with me only to drift away moments later, angry that I wasn’t paying attention. I couldn’t help myself. Even when we came home, when I had the girls again, plunging into one inviting cunt and then the next—even then, I was thinking about those two mouths performing their lovely duet on me.

It never gets old.

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