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in. Gently, he pressed his cock to my aching hole.
    “Are you ready?” he asked, the strain of holding back apparent in his voice.
    “Yes,” I squeaked out and felt his cock head pop inside me. The world does not hold enough words to describe how full I felt as that slim, strong dick slipped into me. With each push I thought I would pass out, the pleasure of double penetration too much for one woman to handle.
    Simon gripped my hips and forced himself in and out of me. His action pushed me down onto Paul while I just held on for the ride. The two cocks pressed against each other parted only by the thin membrane between them, and with each thrust, it seemed they fucked each other through me. When I managed to open my eyes for a second, Paul’s gaze was fixed solidly on Simon and a course of pleasure shot through to my cunt as I realised I was being used for their pleasure. I was certainly getting my share of thrills and being a vehicle for their lust inspired me to multiple orgasms. With those two determined dicks inside me, rubbing my clit against Paul’s pelvis and manipulating my sensitive G-spot from all angles, I came and I came and I came.
    As one release ended another started. I barely had a moment to gasp a breath before screaming out the next orgasm. The men panted and cursed as I stiffened and thrashed, sandwiched between them. Just as I started to lose count and consciousness, Simon roared and I felt his cock throb in my arse, his own orgasm achieved.
    He slipped away and out of me and I heard him fasten himself up. I knew Paul hadn’t come yet, so I looked down in to his eyes.
    “It’s the condom,” he groaned, his face tight with arousal. “I can’t quite get enough stimulation through it.”
    “Well then,” I replied, mellow and giving after my multi-marathon. “We shall have to take it off.” I gingerly lifted off him, my hips aching in that special pleasurable way that only happens after a damn good fuck, and slipped to the floor beside him. I pulled off his condom, but before I could take him in my mouth Simon did.
    I had never before seen a man suck a dick and was amazed by how erotic a sight it was. His thick, black lips pursed so beautifully around the fat girth of his friend and he didn’t flinch at the rubbery taste I knew he’d experience because of the condom. Suddenly, the mellowness turned to lust once more, and I had to do something about it. I slipped my fingers between my thighs and fingered my wet hole, moaning as Paul cursed and his cock throbbed.
    “I want to taste you,” Paul said, his voice strained, and I wanted him to taste me. I wanted to cover his face in my juices so I climbed back onto the seat, my thighs now split around his head as I lowered my eager pussy to his mouth. He sucked and licked and lapped like a man possessed, and I watched his dick disappear and reappear from between Simon’s lips as once more I approached orgasm.
    A plane could have landed on top of the coach or the whole host of pensioners could have streamed back up the aisle and we wouldn’t have noticed. We were all absorbed in what we were doing, and until the orgasm blew through my pussy and up to my brain, I was incapable of real thought.
    I saw Paul come though, just before I exploded. His hips stopped and Simon’s mouth stiffened as he sucked and sucked. Cum escaped and slipped back down that shaft. I closed my eyes and experienced my own ecstasy.
    “We better get dressed,” Paul panted after I moved and he could talk again.
    “First things first,” I gasped and pressed my lips to his. I forced my tongue into his mouth to taste my juices and smear them all over my face. I stood up and took Simon’s face in my hands and kissed him fiercely, smearing my juices onto his cheeks and tasting Paul’s sweet tang as my tongue probed his mouth. “Now we can get dressed.”
    It happened that we’d timed it just about right. I was just slipping my shoes back on when the driver opened the door