"Lie down on the bottom of the bed, Mr Loverman," I ordered. He looked confused, but complied with my instruction. I eased my right leg up and across Edward's torso, sliding off his quickly retracting prick, and lay for an instant on my side, keeping my legs firmly clasped together. My feet were beside Mr Loverman's face and I thrust them into him, forcing the toes between his lips and making him suck them; he gorged enthusiastically, cheeks drawing emphatically inwards as he breathed in deeply.

I shuffled down the bed until my shins were beside his face and quickly pulled myself onto my knees. Swinging my leg over him, I hovered above Mr Loverman, my pussy dangling inches from his face, giving him an intimate view of my red, puffy lips. Gravity intervened and I watched in delight as a drop of Edward's come threaded from my pussy and descended onto Edward's tightly closed mouth. He pulled a disgusted face.

"Lick it," I told him. Without demur, he opened his mouth and licked his tongue around it, drawing the other man's fluid inside him. Again, a wretched look crossed his face. I parted my pussy lips, affording him a better view, and in the process another, longer stem of viscous fluid rolled gently out of me and stretched gracefully towards his face before finally snapping clear and landing with a plop on his chin. "Lick," I commanded, and he stretched his tongue to its fullest extent to try to reach the come. It had landed too far away and he was unable to retrieve it, so I offered a helping hand, rolling it on to my finger and thrusting it into his mouth, where he sucked the liquid from me like a baby suckling its mother.

"Good boy," I said and lowered myself onto him, thrusting my soaked and used pussy onto his mouth, clamping myself hard against him. "Now lick me clean, Mr Loverman. Lick all of Edward's come out of me, Drink it up for me, Mr Loverman." His tongue went to work, worming its way inside me, rasping against my pussy walls, hoovering me clean. I ground up and down on him, forcing myself harder against him, pressing his tongue deeper and deeper inside me. He licked and sucked, sucked and licked, emptied me of the contents of Edward's climax, then stroked his tongue up and down my sensitised pussy lips. It was delicious. I was so turned on by the events of the evening that every touch merely increased my desire: I had still not really come down after my climax, and I was in such a heightened state that I felt I would come again at any moment.

I pushed myself forwards on him, leaning backwards on my palms, and forced my bum onto his face.

"I got a bit sweaty when I was fucking my man," I told him. "Lick me clean." Once more, Mr Loverman's helpless tongue pressed into action, flicking and rolling around my anus, pushing against my hole, licking and stroking me, cleaning me in preparation for further action. I pushed hard against him, smothering him with my body, giving myself over to the sensation of his tongue pressing on my arse. I could have ridden him all night, I swear, but I was saving myself for Edward, so resignedly I drew myself from him and swung away back to the top of the bed. I sat on the pillow, with my back rested on the wooden frame.

"Well done, Mr Loverman," I told him. "That's me cleaned nicely, a very good job. Now it's Edward's turn."

As I anticipated, there was complete silence, an edge entered the scene, an indefinable undercurrent of tension. This was something I was utterly convinced neither man had anticipated.

"I'm not talking about giving him a blow job," I told him, "just clean him up." Plenty of time later for a blowjob, I thought to myself. "Edward needs cleaning, don't you Edward?" I thought that was a neat twist: Edward, of course, was even less keen on this turn of events than Mr Loverman, but by feeding him a closed question, which he could only answer in the positive without losing face, forced him into agreeing to something he didn't want.

"Yes," he said quietly. As I expected. I was getting quite good at this, I thought, smiling to myself.

"So get on with it, Mr Loverman, or that plug will be forced so deep you'll be able to pull it out of your nose."

Appalled, Mr Loverman crawled towards Edward and gently laid a hand on his thigh. Edward jumped, but tried to cover up his tension with a nonchalant laugh. Mr Loverman lowered his head to his balls and tentatively stretched out his tongue. The residue of Edward's come had settled on the base of his prick and his balls, smeared over them carelessly. Mr Loverman's tongue finally made contact and he lapped unwillingly at the other man's scrotum, licking the come from it. He continued to lick slowly and ineffectually, and neither man was at all comfortable.

"You'll never do it like that," I scolded. "You'll have to hold his prick to lick it clean. Grab it."

Mr Loverman did as I had instructed and placed his hand around Edward's limp cock. It was true, it did make it easier for him to lick it clean, and he started to make good progress. Unfortunately for Edward it had the effect, as I suspected it would, of making him hard again, and he started to become erect under Mr Loverman's touch. He looked appalled and I laughed in delight at his discomfort.

"You're doing a wonderful job, Mr Loverman. Not only cleaning him for me, but getting him ready for action, too. I think I'd better take over now, though. Time for the expert to intervene. Off you go, back to the bottom of the bed again, there's a good Mr Loverman."