“A guy has only one chance to get one up,” said one of her partners.
“Wrong,” said the other. “A guy can hang one down lower than the other.”
“There goes the old ball game,” yipped Gunnar.
This dumb dialogue, accompanied by laughter and nudges, was quite enough to occupy the two innocent bankers, and Crystal thought Gunnar played the part of a not too bright table companion perfectly. He must want to gag at this flat babble, thought Crystal, but he’s really hugging himself over the job he’s given me to do panded to glory as the gentlemen sipped after dinner drinks. One was longer and thinner than the other. What stirred her was the odd, kinky feeling of fondling cocks right out in public in a situation of a pleasant dinner where she’d been many times without trying anything as tricky as this.
She wondered how far Gunnar expected her to go… in no time at all she had produced two stiff standers, and Hunt’s penis throbbed exquisitely, making her mouth dry and her cunt wet. Was she supposed to flower both sexy stems under the tablecloth — or what? Would her two cavaliers come like gentlemen with a sigh and closed eyes, or would they snort like pigs and gurgle, and turn the party into a coarse exhibition?
When she had both cocks nice and stiff and had produced blushes and sparkling eyes on the faces of both Hunt and Weber, she let go for a moment, to show her hands, sip her drink, and try to look natural.
“More bread and butter?” asked Gunnar, eyes twinkling. “I know you’re a butter freak, Crystal.”
She caught on and nodded. As soon as the attention swung back to Leaf she carefully, coolly buttered one hand lightly and slid it under the table to grip Hunt’s cock in a greased palm. Weber buttered her other hand and they were in business…
If the sensations were great when her dry hand whispered along dry cocks, it went to fabulous as her greased palms closed on both pricks to give her under-the-table lovers wild action. Hunt strained up with an audible gasp of pleasure while Weber made a soft, delighted sound in his throat. Her fists pumped greasily on both cocks to make them throb in ecstasy. She felt the silken gloss of preseminal fluid near each cock head. Crystal’s forehead went to a light sweat, while her cunt creamed in warm desire-feelings. Whatever Gunnar’s game was, this was certainly a sexy way to start it! Hunt reached over and put a hand on her flat belly, then sent it down to dig for her cunt lips. She lifted a little and a long, male finger rode her opening pressing panties and dress tight in her box while she got her own friction thrills.
They hung there like three monkeys on a stick, jiggling a little and feeling the hot sexual responses to the covert masturbation. It began to delight Crystal to realize that she could harvest both cocks and no one would be the wiser.
One of the bankers across the table called: “Hey, Weber, you must really be looped. Your eyes look like marbles.”
“Ge-ge-getting there!” gasped Weber. “All the good food— and drink…”
He was almost there, all right. His cock slogged in her hand, fussed and frictioned to the point of bursting. Hunt was not far behind, thrusting up his loins in a more and more open manner.
The danger was that in the crazing moment of explosion both Crystal’s lovers might go out of control and create a scene. There was also the mess that the two wildly spurting cocks would create under the table.
“Are you guys all right?” asked the other banker of the two who were being masturbated.
Hunt patted his forehead with a napkin, using his left hand.
“Maybe a little jit-jittery. It’s all that coffee.”
“Face it,” said Gunnar, “Leaf is more fun to kid than Crystal. These Scandinavians take life too seriously.” He winked at Crystal.
“No,” said Crystal. “This is just the old folks’ side of the table. Leaf’s only twenty-five.”
They all laughed at that and the other two bankers happily devoted their attention to Leaf, one of them pinching her thigh so she squealed while the other kissed her neck and blushed at his daring.
Crystal could put off the inevitable no longer. She was half hot and shivering in delight while her two men were about to peak.
“The computer’s going off line,” she told Gunnar desperately.
“Look!” he cried. “Talk about celebrities. Isn’t that the Mayor of New York that just came in?”
Heads swiveled while Crystal made her decision. She was caught in the game now. She felt a wild desire to top Gunnar’s wildness. She slid off the banquette seat. She pulled the top of the tablecloth over her head. Suddenly she was in a gloom world of laps and legs, but there was plenty of room. In the murk the two cocks stuck up like beacons, each gleaming with the grease, looking dark, hard and dangerous.
Up above Gunnar kept the attention diverted. She heard his voice babbling on. She grabbed Weber’s prick and sucked it into her mouth. She didn’t have much time, so she gave him a hard demand pull. It was sheer ecstasy for that lucky individual. He almost rose in his seat, but she held his thighs down. The cock bucked in her mouth. She felt his sex freeze.
Up above, Weber gripped his glass as his body locked in an exquisite, taken spasm of muscles. He spurted fast, hot darts of male cum, fucking into Crystal’s mouth beneath the table.
She almost died with delight at milking off the banker’s cock.
“Oh, my goodness!” he cried softly, and gave his spurting liquid to her in hot bursts of pleasure.
As Crystal drank the exploding prick, she rubbed her own cunt and relished the hot, tight contact, getting reckless and careless. She moaned in joy and sucked greedily on the taken cock, determined to empty both males— and let smart ass Gunnar find a way to cover it.
Gunnar did. His hand shot out and set a full glass of ice water tumbling into Leaf’s lap across the way. Leaf struggled up with a cry, her two partners coming with her, while all the attention went focused on her sexy little belly, where the men were happy to pat and rub with napkins.
Weber finished his spurts and sank back. Crystal gave his cock a farewell squeeze. Her mouth and throat were coated with rich, virile semen, and she was about to complete a fabulous serial suck, one cock right after the other.
Hunt had the advantage of knowing what was coming and shoved his prick into her mouth in wild delight. She was so startled she let him deep throat her for long moments while she held her breath. That was a wise decision.
His cock felt the smoothness of her indrawn cheeks as she sucked it into the soft slickness of her throat. It burned with wild pleasure as he sensed the deep penetration into the lovely face and body.
“Why— why not?” he gasped in heavenly awe, and let his semen go.
She pulled back so she could lightly munch on his prick meat as he gushed. The secret of a good cocksuck was to give the guy a fairly strong ride, because his loss of aggression in the passive act needed to be equalized by laying a heavy trip on him. A man had once told Crystal that good oral sex always left his cock with an ache afterwards, but it was all pleasure while it happened. The excitement was worth the later distress.
She milked Hunt hard. He went through exquisite pleasures, feeling his cock nerves thrilled beyond their limits, forcing the deep gut spurting reaction. He laid forceful squirts of crazed male pleasure into her mouth, which she drew out of him and swallowed in wild glee. Gunnar might’ve started this weird action, but she gave it a finish he never dared hope for.
Upstairs, Gunnar managed to keep the confusion going while pretending to help clear up the mess the spilled water created. There was such an uproar that a waiter and a busboy came running, which was fine for Crystal. Everybody stood up, milled around, tilting the table dangerously this way and that, so that she could reappear as if she’d slipped down momentarily and was recovering. She didn’t know how Hunt and Weber managed to cover their open zippers and spent cocks, but they did. A few minutes later, order was restored, the party sat down again, all buttoned up, and she was filled with the rich spill of two consecutive cocks. She grinned at Gunnar in triumph.