Bill was supporting his weight on his arms  one either side of my head.  He looked directly into my eyes, then closed them and took a deep breath.  In a fraction of a second, his spunk would be spurting into me.  He grunted as the first volley was delivered, I felt it, and the six or seven that followed it.  He sighed, bent down and kissed me tenderly as his depleted cock slipped out.

Ben immediately took his place, his thick cock sliding easily into the well-lubricated socket, displacing much of Bill's contribution.  He remained still for a few seconds, savouring my heat and the feel of his friends cum marinating his cock.  I tightened my muscles, clasping his shaft, reminding him what he was there for.  He began his thrusts.

I sometimes like it to feel like one long fuck, not one after the other.  After months of practice, they could do it, each taking as much as twenty minutes of fucking before they lost it.  A forty minute fuck, during which I would orgasm many times.  Two loads of man sauce was a bonus.

The idea was sparked here on SH, reading a story;

"How do you like your men?"

"Two at a time."

I smiled at the time, but thought no more of it.  But it really could be the ideal solution to the perennial problem, for women anyway, of the 'refractory period'.  According to statistics, women take on average five times longer to reach orgasm than men.  In the case of a man, for 'orgasm' read 'ejaculation'.  Apparently a man can orgasm without ejaculating  and vice versa.  But once they've emptied the tank, there is a delay before they can go again.  We are very complex creatures.

But it does seem bad design, that women are often left wanting, because her bloke pops off too quickly.  One answer is to give your woman her orgasms before you fuck her.  Another is for your woman to finish herself with her fingers.  In my experience, men love to watch a woman wank, but as a prelude to fucking, not as a postscript.

But a relay team, providing the baton changeover was carried out smoothly, could feel like an almost non-stop, multi-orgasm inducing fuck to a woman.  Of course team members would be running on the spot and would need to enjoy sloppy seconds, because the baton would be a dollop of spunk.  Or the cunt being fucked.

Yes, I know, statistically there should be five men in a team.  Five times longer, remember?  But six in a bed would require a very big bed and more organisation than I'm capable of when logic is obscured by the pink mist of sex, so I decided to start with a team of two.  If I could find one.

I'm divorced.  For the second time.  The first time I was too young, the second had lasted ten years.  Since puberty, I wanted men who could give me multiple orgasms.  I knew that I could do it, I had investigated, solo.  I soon found that once a man has lost his driving force, he is not much interested in my pleasure.  I found a few good ones, but none that were suitable long time partners.

My second husband was a good one, ticked most of my boxes.  And he could fuck for England.  He was in fact, too horny.  His work took him away from home for weeks at a time and he couldn't go without for long.  I knew about it, he told me.  I was not exactly overjoyed, but his abundant supply of hormones was one of the reasons I married him.  I had to let it happen.

So while he was away fucking his casuals I contented myself with my fingers and my increasing collection of toys.  I tried myself to pick up casuals, although not exactly in the first flush of youth, scrubbed up and dressed up, I could still pull.  But it was what it was, minutes of pleasure and hours of regret.

The end came when Hubby brought home something that all women dread.  He picked up something nasty.  Not particularly dangerous for a man, much more so for a woman.  I was furious, he promised that he always used condoms.  We divorced.  Fairly amicably.  We shared the profits from selling our massive house, which had increased in value obscenely.  I bought a three bedroom flat.

Then I read that story.

I advertised, without much success.  I tried a couple of couples, it reminded me of my wild days at college, when I had tried all kinds of crazy things, some of which I will not discuss, but included experimenting with women, and on one occasion only, a threesome with two men.

That particular experiment was not as I had hoped for.  We were very drunk.  They both wanted to fuck me and I them.  But which one?  During the party, in a dark, noisy, crowded room, they had both been kissing me, sucking my tits and fingering my needy cunt.  I took them both to my room, anticipating an all night fuckathon.

What I got was  certainly not that.  Their boldness vanished.  They both fucked me, but one at a time.  The first with the other watching, wanking and waiting his turn.  When number one unloaded into the condom, he got dressed and left while number two was still on the job.  I didn't come remotely close to an orgasm, I had been used as a cum-dump.  I had never tried again.

My sapphic dabblings were more successful.  A woman knows what a woman wants, needs.  I enjoyed the sex, but missed having a real cock inside me.  Dildoes are a poor substitute.  Even a skillfully used strap-on is lacking.  I enjoy the strength of a man, the power, the animal brutality. Having a good sized cock hammered into you by an almost out of control man is heaven.  I enjoy the weight on me, the sounds, the smell, and at the end, the torrent of lovely spunk.

I met Bill and Ben not online, but by accident.  That's not their real names incidentally, Bill and Ben, the flowerpot men, get it?  Nor am I old enough to remember the original series, but I work in the media and they are television legend.  I suppose that makes me Little Weed?

Everybody thought Bill and Ben were gay, and to some extent they were.  Still are.  I enjoyed their company and they mine.  We spent a lot of leisure time together.  One evening, in an alcoholic haze, I told them about my quest.  They looked at each other, then Ben said;

"Would we do?"

What!  I stammered;

"But I thought…"

"You thought we were gay?" said Ben.  "Most people do.  We are, sort of.  But there are many shades of gay.  We live together, but we don't sleep together, we have separate rooms.  We have sex, but we're not buggery queers, we occasionally have gentle sex, oral and mutual masturbation, of ourselves and each other, it's nice to have someone elses hand on it.  We do anal, when we're both in the mood for it, but not often."

Bill continued;

""People can think what they like, thinking is harmless.  But we also occasionally, well, fuck women.  A lot of women enjoy anal as well, and a lot of perceived lezzies also swing both ways.  We're just more flexible than straight couples. Sex is not just fucking."

My mouth was opening and closing like a goldfish, but nothing was coming out.  I took a large mouthful of my drink.  Could it work?

"I, er.  I'm free tonight."

I croaked.

"Your place or ours Babe?  You've pulled."

Said Ben in a mock Aussie voice.

And oh, could they fuck.  A lot of condoms were used.  I think each of them fucked me at least three times.  I sucked both their cocks and they both licked my cunt, I lost count of my orgasms.  There was no anal on that occasion, and all their attention was directed towards me, there was no gay fucking, sucking or wanking.  I eventually had to beg them to stop.  I was in my own bed.  They covered me with the duvet and quietly left.  I called in sick the next day, I could hardly walk and my cunt felt raw.

It's a perfect arrangement, we live apart, meeting at weekends at either their place or mine.  It's not all sex, we go out together.  But the sex is epic.  At my request they perform with each other, including anal.  I have always done anal, accepting it as part, of modern sex life, but I always felt that it was a bit rough.  This pair are experts, they can make me, and each other, come just from arse-fucking.  Sucking either one of their cocks while he's being buggered by the other is pure joy.

I had never experienced double penetration until I met them, never having met a man who wanted his cock so close to another.  It is absolutely fabulous.  Double anal is on our bucket list, we have already done double vaginal.  It's actually easier that it looks on porn, presumably they have to allow a view for the camera.  It required lubricant and I felt, well, stuffed.  They both came inside.

Their ability to synchronise ejaculations is amazing.  When they put on a show for me, one of my favourites is the two cock wank.  They lie with their cocks together, then one of them wraps a hand around both cocks and pumps, usually producing a double fountain.

I love their cum, and they make plenty.  Neither has a cudgel-cock, both are in my comfort zone.  Really big ones are mainly for show.  Combinations of three are limited only by our imaginations, but my go to, is a marathon fuck, with them taking turns when they either need a rest, or have come.  I don't need them to come inside me, although I like it when they do, and they both enjoy sloppy seconds.  If I have to cry enough, because I'm all cummed out and they haven't come, they will wank themselves off onto me,  giving me a double spunk shower. 

We are not mutually exclusive, during the week, if I feel the need, I dress to pull and sit by myself in the bar of one the better hotels.  I do it just to check that I can still pull, and to remind myself of how lucky I am.  Nobody has come close.  It annoys me that although men appreciate my lips around their cock, they usually won't put their lips anywhere near my cunt.

On two occasions  I have allowed women to pick me up.  Both have been very satisfying encounters.  Perhaps when the boys get tired of me, I will reinvestigated the other side.  And they will tire of me, they are younger than me, I am their milf.

Until that happens, I live for the weekends and my double dick delight.