Now she wondered if she hadn’t been cheating herself. As Mark swiped his tongue rapidly across the throbbing blue vein on Trevor’s dick, she realized that she wanted to know what she’d been missing. She wanted it to be her mouth swallowing Trevor’s cock, her tongue slathering his balls, her lips kissing the leaky slit, and she wanted it to be for no reason other than the sheer joy of doing it.
But before Melanie could move, Trevor tugged on Mark’s shoulders, pulling him up. Mark reluctantly let go of his prize and Trevor’s chunky dick bobbed freely once again. The two men kissed, tongues swirling between open mouths, and she stared at them avidly. Her arousal was such that even coming twice had been nothing more than a small appetizer prior to a big meal. Her blood ran feverishly hot and once more the need for release was growing urgent.
Then Trevor unbuckled Mark’s pants and dropped them to the floor. Her heart started thumping again as he knelt in front of Mark. She gasped as Mark’s cock spilled out of his briefs and Trevor opened his mouth to receive it. Her pussy twitched spasmodically as she watched the salt and pepper moustache sliding down the thick, meaty shaft. Melanie moaned out loud.
She rocked forward now, resting on her hands and knees at the edge of the massage table. Closer. She needed to be closer. As impossible as it seemed, her need was still growing. Instead of draining and sating her, her orgasms had only served to energize her, filling her with strength and a desire for more stimulation. Her clit and pussy lips were so swollen that even the slightest pinching of her thighs sent a burst of pleasure through her entire body. She felt like a cat in heat must when she comes across two randy, full-blooded Toms.
Trevor’s pace was slow and methodical as he hobbed up and down on Mark’s burly shaft. Like a metronome set to a silent beat, his face rose and fell; cheeks hollowed, lips stretched full and thick, moustache bristles curling and twisting around the shiny pillar of flesh. She imagined his tongue, swirling and slashing inside the moist cavern of his mouth; liquid, darting, meltingly soft, like butterscotch under a hot sun.
She wanted to feel that tongue on her skin, in her mouth. Licking at the base of her ear and thrusting at the brown halo of her asshole. She wanted it bathing her clit and teasing her hardened nipples. She’d never wanted anything so much in her life. And she couldn’t wait any longer.
Melanie hopped off the table and knelt on the floor next to Trevor. She was close enough now to inhale what for her was an intoxicating aroma: the pungent, completely masculine mixture of sweat, pre-come, and saliva. She took one hand and ran it lightly through Trevor’s shock of gray-white hair. Her other hand glided over Mark’s firm, muscled thigh. Both men were startled, so lost in their sexual reverie that they’d momentarily forgotten her. This didn’t bother her. She’d been enjoying the show, indulging her voyeuristic fantasy. But now it was time to join in.