Couldn't Correct Them

Lindsey had made up her mind, “Actually guys, I wanted to—“ Her words were cut off as Cyril twirled on her as they entered the restroom, his lips on hers, his tongue pushing into her mouth swallowing her words, her decision.

Murray was behind her, the two men sandwiched around her. Murray’s knobby fingers sliding along her slit once again. Cyril’s hand slipped under her shirt, kneading her tit through the bra. His other hand guided hers to his belt.

When she fumbled with the buckle, Lindsey glanced down and in that moment Cyril pulled her shirt off over her head. “It would be a crime not to see the goods, Jugs,” he said, pulling on the cup of her bra, Murray synchronized the movement by unclipping the back. In a flash Lindsey stood in the Brew-bies restroom wearing only a tiny skirt hiked up around her waist between two old vets.

"Mmm, they’re even better uncovered,” Cyril said, cupping her chest, “Murray come take a gander.”

Lindsey gasped as Murray’s fingers retreated from her, his wet fingers brushing over her nipples as he comes around to her front. “This is even better than that time Rylee’s string got caught in the register,” Murray mused as he squeezed Lindsey’s tit.

“I, actually just— ahh,” Lindsey tried to redirect the moment, before Murray sucked hard on her nipple his teeth catching her flesh.

“Murray, the girl was trying to say something,” Cyril said, smiling as Lindsey’s mouth hung open. He cupped her cheek, his thumb pressing her tongue down, “Ah yes, that’s it. You wanted to blow us.” One hand on her shoulder, he guided her to the ground. He kept her tongue held in place with his thumb, as he pulled his belt free. His pants fell in one fluid motion, his cock hard poking through the hole of his boxers.

Murray followed his lead by undoing his pants as well. Lindsey tried one last time to correct the miscommunication but it was undecipherable with her tongue being held in place. “Move your hand you old fart, I’m not looking for an old fashioned,” Murray chuckled, his cock springing free as he dropped his underwear to his ankles.

Lindsey’s tongue was free just long enough for Murray to guide his cockhead past her lips. Cyril gripped her hair, pulling her from Murray to himself. She was guided back and forth, one old cock then the other, slowly pushing her deeper and deeper. Their cocks being lubed by her spit while her throat loosened.

“Lord above, I haven’t been with someone this good since that whore at Archie’s bachelor party,” Murray mused while Cyril pumped into Lindsey’s face. Blowjob sounds bounced around the tiled restroom.

Lindsey had given up on trying to correct the situation, at this point the only course forward was getting them both off. Quicker the better as she still needed to get to work.

“Still can’t believe she chose you over me, that spitfire was impressive. That thing she did with the ping pong balls. Mmmm,” Cyril groaned as he held Lindsey’s head down on his cock. When he released his hold she flung back gasping for breath.

Murray stepped closer but stopped with a wince, a hand grabbing the towel dispenser nearby. “My damn knee, I’m going to need a seat,” Murray grimaced.

Cyril wrapped his fingers in Lindsey’s hair, pulling her towards the accessible stall. Murray used the hand rail to lower himself onto the toilet. Lindsey crawled after Cyril as he positioned her between them.

“Much better,” Murray sighed. He pointed towards the floor, “Can’t imagine the tile feels good on your own knees. Why don’t you take a seat yourself?” Murray said leaning back and patting his lap like he did in the cafe.

Lindsey paused thinking over how the situation had gotten so out of control. She had only planned on blowing one guy, and somehow that had become two. And now she was actually considering fucking one of them. It would likely be faster if she serviced them simultaneously. But somehow it felt wrong to escalate the situation of her own volition.