fuck.
It come to me in a flash that Henry was right. All this time, these three years, while Pa'd been whippin' me, yellin' at me and wantin' to know where I'd been and who I'd been lettin' do it to me now, he'd been just gettin' himself all worked up and horny, and he was dying for a piece of my tail. Dying for it. Right then I could see his face and the expression that was always on it when he beat me, and I knew for certain that Henry was right.
'How we both gonna go first?' Les asked, bringing me back to the present, where I lay between them on the bed, one of my hands on each of their hard peckers. Henry was kissing me in the dark hair above my cunt. Les was on his side, holding my knocker and looking like he was trying to get up enough nerve to lean down and suck it.
'You ever had your pecker sucked, little fellow?' I asked, and I jacked my hand up and down it a couple of times. He was shaking as he said, 'Sure I've had it sucked… lotsa times,' and I knew he was lying, trying to play big.
Henry laughed as I said, 'Then you know how you're both gonna be first,' and he moved around and made room for me as I got on my knees with my hair and my knockers hanging down beneath me and got ready to suck his little brother's pecker. All three of us knew he was just bragging, that this was going to be his first blow- job.
So I made it a good one.
He was so tight and nervous that I had to use my hands to pry his skinny little legs apart before I could get my facedown between them and lick him on the nuts, and when I raised up a little and touched one of my nipples to the head of his dick, he moaned and squirmed so bad, I thought he was going to come right open. I felt Henry behind me.
He was settling himself in against my ass, get ting ready to fuck me from behind, and his pecker was hot and hard as it banged against the insides of my legs. His hands were on my waist, raising me the way he wanted me, and his cock-hairs felt rough on my naked butt. I liked the feel of them, so I wiggled my butt. Then I turned my head to look at the face of his little brother. It was red as a sun burn.
'All them other blow-jobs you had been slow and good like this one?' I asked, teasing him. 'Or do most of your girls just get a big mouthful of pecker and suck it till you get off? You rather I just blow you fast?' I watched his head roll from side to side as I worked the skin of his pecker with my fingers. He tried to answer, but just tangled himself up on the words. I licked the head of his pecker.
'You got the kid so horny he'll spend the next month beatin' his meat,' Henry laughed from behind me. He reached beneath me and got a hand on my knocker, touched the head of his pecker to my cuntlips, and said, 'Better take him off, else he'll go crazy.'
So I went ahead and took him off.
'He snorted and squirmed around on the bed as I sucked onto the head of his long slim pecker, and I tasted a drop of come as it seeped into my mouth. He was really hot. I used every trick I knew to make him hotter — teasing his nuts with my fingers, tongue swirls on the head of his prick, slow, drawn-out suckings — and I had myself almost worked to the point of coming when I felt Henry give me the first heavenly shove of his cock.' He really put it deep.
'I think I'm gettin' ready… I think I'm…' Les whinnied, his thin hips bucking as I bobbed my lips faster over his prick, and then he came in my mouth. I kept right on sucking, while Henry fucked away at me from behind. My cunt was warming to his touch.
As I sucked thirstily at the thick come pouring from the pecker of the young boy beneath me, I could feel the bigger cock of the older one plowing through the wet flesh of my cunt, really pouring it on. He knew how I liked it. With hard pushes he hammered the head of his prick against the rear of my cunt and brought his hairy nuts swinging in between my legs. Henry knew that I liked it. That was why he gave it to me that way.
And Les, like most young boys can do, got his right back up again. It had gone half-soft inside my mouth as he lost the last of his come, but my fingers on his balls and my tongue on his prick brought it right back to life. By the time I felt my cunt starting to shake and shimmy around Henry's pumping cock, tightening with pure joy as I came for the first time, Les was hard as a rock and was holding the back of my head with one hand as he struggled to fuck me in the mouth; and by the time I'd gotten my rocks off for the second and then the third time, and Henry had cried out and shot so much come into me that it filled my cunt and then ran in warm streams down the insides of my thighs, the kid was going again. He came less this time and I had hardly any trouble swallowing it. Hardly any trouble at all.
It was late when I got home, and I knew I was going to catch it for certain. But it didn't make no difference. I had my mind made up by that time, and I was just sorry I hadn't thought of it sooner. It just took Henry's proddin' to make me see all the things that'd been at the back of my mind. Like the way he'd accuse me of bein' out fucking even when he knew I couldn't have been. And the way he used to make me pull up my dress while he strapped me, back before I stood up to him and put a stop to that. The excuses he'd found to beat on me and yell at me. They all added up.
It had been eating his Goddamned guts out 'cause he'd been dying to fuck me and wasn't man enough to try. And he'd made me go through hell because of it. But never again, I promised myself.
It was his turn to suffer a little. By the time I walked in the house I had it all figured out, and he didn't scare me a bit when he came angrily out of his chair by the fireplace and demanded, 'What you think you're doing comin' home this hour of the night? Where in tarnation you been?'
Ma just got up and left the room, like she always did when she knowed he was going to give me a whipping. I watched her go, then said, 'You really want to hear what I been doin', not where I been, don't you, Pa? Ain't that it?' He was pulling off his belt, like he thought I'd stand there and let him use it on me. 'You'd rather I'd tell you about who I been fuckin', wouldn't you? Well, there was two of 'em, and I…'
'You keep a civil tongue in your mouth!' he shouted, and he looked like he couldn't believe I was standing up to him like I was.
I finished the sentence he'd interrupted.'… and I sucked one of 'em's pecker. Would've sucked 'em both, but one fellow liked his straight. Ain't that about what you wanted to hear?'
'Little spawn of Satan,' he sputtered. He just stood and stared at me, hating me with his eyes, wanting me with them, too. I almost laughed when I looked at the front of his britches. I walked right up to him and put my hand there.
'Ain't no use wastin' a good hard on, Pa, or just keepin' yourself horny by thinkin' 'bout it,' I said. 'Not when you and me could get together and knock some off just about any time we had a notion. We could get together down at the barn…' I saw the slap coming but didn't even try to duck.
It knocked me a little bit backward, and caused my ears to ring, but I didn't even reach up to rub at my burning cheek. It wasn't all that bad. It was like I'd took the strength out of him somehow. I just stared right at him and said, 'Maybe I'd even go down on you, if you was to ask me real nice.'
'Just a sinful little slut,' he said, standing there like he was frozen to the spot. He was still standing there staring at me when I walked to the door of my room. He didn't say a word when I looked back and said, 'I'll be waitin' down at the barn around four tomorrow… just in case you want to try a little of what everybody else has been a-gettin'.' Then I went in my room and closed the door.
And — by God! — he had showed up. And I was holding his naked body between my legs, his face against my tits, waiting for the final piece to fall in place. If it did, he'd spend the rest of his life paying for the pussy I'd given him. But it had to work, I kept telling myself over and over, it just had to.
Then, just when I was starting to think maybe it wasn't and that I was going to have to try another time, I heard the creak of the barn door being pushed inward. Ma stepped through the door and stood there blinking as she tried to adjust her eyes to the changed light inside the barn.
'Pearl, what's all this foolishness of leaving me a note to come clear down to the…' She started to ask about the note she'd found when she came home, then stopped as she realized what she was seeing. Pa's eyes blinked open and he tried to sit up.
I held him with my legs until Ma couldn't possibly doubt what she was seeing, then I let him go. He scrambled to his feet.
'You filthy son of a bitch!' she screamed at him, and she barely noticed me as I walked past her and out the door. She was still yelling when I reached the house. I, knew it would be a lifetime before she stopped.
I changed into the best dress I owned, combed out my hair and straightened my makeup. Then I took two
