Bobby smiled broadly and quickly winked at Tommy. "I'm suddenly hungry," he said.
"I'll cook for you in a little while," she said quickly, looking up at them with pleading brown eyes. "I'll cook anything your little heart's desire. But let me take care of these two beautiful pricks first." She bent hurriedly and kissed Bobby's royal knob, then Tommy's, feeling the soft red yearning deep in her belly as her clitoris pulsated wildly between the ruby lips of her cunt. "Fill me with hard cock just one more time," she pleaded. "Then I'll prepare you each a big steak to get your strength back. Please?"
"I don't want a steak," Bobby said stiffly, continuing the game he and Tommy were playing. "How about you, Tommy? Do you want a steak?"
"Nah. I could go for some hog back, or squirrel chittlins." He looked up at the ceiling with sheer delight, thinking for a long moment, then licked his lips and said, "Or how 'bout a huge Mazola sandwich?"
"Good idea!" Bobby exclaimed, smiling as if the thought were Tommy's alone. "I haven't had a Mazola sandwich since Judy Connors made one for us!"
"A Mazola sandwich?"
They acted shocked that she didn't know what a Mazola sandwich was. Then Tommy asked, "Do you want to make a Mazola sandwich for us?"
"Well-sure-but… How can you eat something like that? Yeeck!"
"Taste is in the mouth of the beholder," Bobby grinned, taking her hand from his hard rigid tool and helping her from the bed.
"I bet she's gonna make a good sandwich," Tommy said, stepping beside her and cupping a warm cheek of her ass.
"I agree completely," Bobby smiled, cupping the other cheek of her ass and leading the trio out of the bedroom.
Paulette felt herself being led down the dim hall as they walked close beside her, one on each side, holding her hands and kneading the rich flesh of her shifting ass.
"She's got a great bottom on her!" Tommy said with feeling, letting his fingers travel the length of her superb crack, feeling the soft hair of her cunt on his fingers for a long moment before slipping his fingers into the soft cleavage of her undulating behind.
"Best little broad we ever had," Bobby agreed, squeezing a handful of her fanny in his strong fingers. "Now if she can only cook!"
"What's there to making a sandwich?" she asked naively, watching their hard cocks bobbing with each step and feeling a newfound excitement in the hot regions of her rectum, wanting a spearing cock in her bottom to drown the fires of her smoldering passion with pumping cum. "Anybody can make a sandwich!"
"We'll just see about that," Bobby said guardedly, liking her anxious desire to please them.
Tommy teased her like a no-account whore and she loved it. "We know you like to fuck and really love to have a hard dick in your sweet mouth, but can you do the other things that are so important to a relationship? Can you fuck and suck all day and still have the strength to prepare a nutritious meal for your men? That's the question!" He patted her playfully on the fanny when she didn't answer right away.
Bobby patted her other cheek, letting her enter the kitchen ahead of them.
She wasn't sure. She looked at them expectantly. "Just a Mazola sandwich?" she asked confusedly, thinking the idea for the terrible-sounding sandwich must have come from their college days when that girl, Judy Connors, made it for them. And for some unaccountable reason she was jealous of the girl she had never seen, never even heard of before tonight! "I'll make it for you," she promised. "But I don't see how anyone can eat something like that!"
They hid their smiles as she got a loaf of bread from the bread box and set it on the counter by the sink.
"I have other things," she said in a last ditch attempt to get them to eat something better than a Mazola sandwich. "I have lettuce, tomatoes, sliced ham, baloney. I even have peanut butter and jelly if you want." She let her helpless eyes go to their faces and saw their stark-set features and firm determination. "Right," she said defeatedly. "Two Mazola sandwiches coming up."
"You might try it yourself," Tommy suggested, watching her tight bottom as she stretched to a high cupboard shelf. "It would do wonders for that perfect ass of yours."
She didn't understand his remark, but when she looked back over her shoulder she found they were watching her every move, studying her soft sleek figure as she pushed herself up on tiptoes, accenting the gentle contours of her firm ass and teasing them with her womanhood before stretching even further and taking the bottle of Mazola from the back of the shelf and bringing it to the table, her ruby nipples and burning cunt tingling at the closeness of their erect phalluses.
"Let me read that label," Tommy said. "I just want to make sure they haven't added anything to the formula since the last time we used it."
She brought it over and handed it to him, standing closer than was necessary, needing to be close to their two hard pricks, seeing them standing at rigid attention and aimed at her blushing belly, the place she wanted them deeply buried.
"I'm a slow reader," Tommy said, holding the bottle out before him as he pretended to read it. "And since I am doing this for all out health's sake, I kinda figure I should be rewarded for my thoroughness and concern. Right?"
"Right!" she said quickly, lowering herself to her knees before him and taking his huge tool in her hands.
"Hold it!" Bobby grumbled. "I want some loving too!"
"Awww," she teased. "Does Bobby feel left out?" She took his tool in her hand and brought him closer so he and Tommy were standing side by side, their stiff cocks aimed at her face. "Paulette will make you feel all better," she promised, bringing her lips to Bobby's glowing red cock head and stuffing it hotly in her mouth.
"Me too!" Tommy whined, watching her bobbing head and swaying tits, seeing the firm fullness of her breasts so hard and taut and delicious.
She backed off Bobby's swollen prick and switched quickly to Tommy's, sliding her mouth over his bulbous tip with practiced ease, comparing the tastes on her curling tongue for a few brief seconds before switching back to Bobby, then back to Tommy. She teased them both, sucking their hard cocks one after the other, enjoying their manhood's with a savage glee; suck one, suck the other, pleasing them both with her mouth and hands for ecstatic minutes in her wonderful kneeling position of servitude, stroking their strong cocks as she gloried in her role of slave, servant, her back straight, her nipples tingling, and her fiery cunt clamoring to be crammed full of raging prick, being used and using them, feeling her sex pounding furiously in her fevered bottom.
"Wow!" Tommy said, stopping her delightful mouth, waiting for her to sit back on her ankles and look up at him. "You're making my dick feel too good! We better have a Mazola sandwich before I shoot my wad in that hungry mouth of yours."
"You can come in my mouth," she said sweetly, stroking his cock with her soft hand. "Then I could fix your sandwich."
"She's beautiful, ain't she, Bobby?" Tommy laughed. "She loves to have a dick shoot off in her!" He smiled down at her, very much pleased he had found her, glad he had stumbled across her naked in Elliot Beaumont's apartment. "She really loves to suck a dick!" he repeated in grateful astonishment.
"You two," she smiled prettily, quickly kissing the gleaming heads of their pricks, "have made me a woman. And I love it when I have both your cocks in me. Does that make me a bad girl?" she asked shyly.
"Hell no! Not at all!" Bobby gushed, pulling her to her feet. "We love it!" he added excitedly before turning her and swatting her affectionately on the fanny. "You're just terrific!" he said happily, then told Tommy, "Why don't you take this little nymph into the bedroom while I bring the sandwich makings."
Tommy threw his arm around her shoulders and dangled his hand over her soft breast. "You heard what the man said, baby. Grab a hold of my prick and stroke it as we take that long slow stroll to the bedroom." He smiled as she complied, delicately wrapping her fingers around the thick shaft, but her eyes watched Bobby. "Oh-ho-ho!" he laughed. "She's worried I'm going to ball her all by myself!"