I turned my head towards the front of the car. Stuart was fixated on the rearview mirror. With my head being so close to George’s dick, I knew that he could see everything. I would be especially thoughtful of his viewing angle so that he could watch unobstructed. It turned me on to think of actually servicing both these men concurrently.
George’s cock was at full staff and I pulled myself up onto the rear seat to position myself to be able to provide that unobstructed view. I didn’t want Stuart’s view to be just the back of my head. I wanted him to be able to see my lips sliding over George’s head and up and down his shaft.
And that’s precisely what I began to do. I slipped my red lips over the head, pausing to twirl my tongue around and over and over the frenum. I paused and turned my head slightly sideways to see Stuart totally absorbed in the mirror. Game on.
I slowly and repeatedly slid my mouth down Stuart’s shaft, pausing half way down and then ohy so slowly back up again. After a half dozen or so times, I pushed my mouth down to his balls, feeling his dick against my tonsils and down my throat. I stopped at full depth and rolled my tongue again over the bottom of its head, and then back up, coming completely off of it. Then back again. I alternated my technique between the deep throat and concentrating on the head of his cock, and doing so very, very slowly, savoring the sweetness of every plunge as I might do on a popsicle on summer’s hottest day.
George was moaning as I artfully worked his cock with my mouth and tongue. It is a talent that I have and I love the work as much as the result. I began to pick up the pace slightly then again to a feverish pitch, bobbing on his dick while lightly squeezing and softly massaging his balls. His ball sack had tightened up like a mouth slurping on a fresh cut lemon. I knew that he was close to orgasm, so I pushed deeper onto his shaft bouncing his balls off and the tip at the back of my throat.
With a loud groan, he shot his stream of cum deep past my tonsils and down my throat. I greedily slurped it down. Once he had quit spurting, I pulled up his shaft slowly, twirling my tongue around it to clean up every drip, relishing every bit and working not to allow any of his cum to leak from my mouth. I pulled off the head and swallowed what I had cleaned from his rod. And then I went down full length again to make sure it was thoroughly cleaned up, squeezing my lips along it as I raised up to wring every dribble that might remain.
I turned my head once again towards Stuart and, as erotically as possible, licked my lips of any cum from around my mouth. And then I grinned wickedly and winked at him.
I turned to George. “So, how was it” I asked.
“Fucking incredible” he gasped back still reeling from the experience. “You have a serious, amazing talent,… fucking incredible,… fucking incredible.”
Oddly enough, that’s what Stuart had been telling me for decades. Now it was validated. I needed that beyond the pure gratification of sucking cock.
Now, more than ever, I do love it so.