"Come here," he said, leaning back. "On your knees. I want you to suck my cock." I paused in the act of bringing my wineglass to my lips. My eyes opened wide as I looked over the rim of the glass at him. "What?" I said. "Here? Now?" He raised his eyebrows and got that "look" he gets in his eyes sometimes. A look that makes me shiver with anticipation. "Do I have to say it twice?" Of course he didn't. I swallowed and hastily set the glass aside, then slid off the patio chair to the cement deck of the balcony. "Of course not," I said, kneeling at his feet. "It's just—" I glanced around at our exposed position once again. "You've never— We've never—" He stared down at me impassively. "There's a first time for everything, isn't there?"

Reassured of my dominance, I licked his cum off my hands and went back to his friend. I patted his hard cock on my tongue, moaning playfully. I was having the time of my life, people were stopping in the street to watch, and I was loving it. I took the second man’s cock back into my mouth again and again, slowing going deeper each time. Then I kept my tongue out, flicking along the underside of his shaft as I took him down my throat. As the tip of my tongue touched his balls, he came, sending a torrent of hot cum down my throat. I came up for air again, grinning ear to ear. I wiped my mouth on his shirt and stood up whispering, “I take it I can go inside now?” The men stepped away from the door wordlessly. I looked over my shoulder before going inside, and slapped my ass while looking at the dog walkers.

I’m not what you call a good girl. Some people would call me easy. Others would call me a slut. I won’t deny being either. Most of what they say about me is true, I’ve sucked my fair share of cocks, been fucked by more than my fair share of men and even let a few of them splatter their hot cum all over my skin. However it had all been on a one on one basis until one hot summer night.

“Are you aching yet?” he responded. “Yes…my legs are shaking…I don’t know how much longer I can hold back,” Jess pleaded. “Excellent.” Jess’s heart leaped, anticipating release. Then she saw his next words: “I’ll let you know when you can come.”

She stretched her long legs out on the seat, barefoot as she'd left her sandals on the floorboard up front. He took in the sight of her breasts, her smooth, flat stomach, and the little slip of gauzy white fabric around her waist, barely hiding what was underneath. She looked so sensual, so sexy, bathed in the afternoon light. Her hair spread out around her head like shimmering, copper-gold silk. He moved down her body, hands on the seat on either side of her slim waist. He pushed her skirt up over her hips and immediately buried his head between her thighs. He breathed in the warm, musky scent of her pussy, and then plunged his tongue into her. She was already wet.