and the guy is usually so grateful its obscene.
Brian seemed to have taken permanent possession of my right tit. We made a good fit, though. His hand was small and boyish, while my boob was small and girlish, and the point of my stiff nipple burned his palm as he squeezed and cupped it. His wet mouth drank spit from mine, then returned it back, and we rolled on the couch, each of us taking a turn on top. Brian got his hand on my slit and rubbed it vigorously, as if he were a Boy Scout trying to kindle a fire. And when his finger slipped inside and located my clit, a little blaze did flare up in my tummy. My cunt was plenty wet and his cock was plenty hard, I thought, so maybe the time had come to try out his natural talent. I rolled atop him, my crotch melting into his, and I moved invitingly on his dick.
Brian's face went pale and he made a funny clucking sound. Oh, shit! I thought then. He's going to blow his cookies too soon again!
I rolled off him and grabbed his hard-on. I pinched it with the tips of my thumb and index finger, just below the cute red knob. He groaned and I pinched his cock-head again. But this time his groan, when it came, was one of relief, and I made one to match it.
All the same it was a warning signal. If I wanted to get fucked now, I'd better do it quickly, before one of us pulled too hard on his hair-trigger. I got up on him again, rising into position, then raised his cock, lined it up with my slit, and took it up me.
He got all excited when he felt his cock-tip grazing my beaver and gash, and he grabbed at my waist, trying to barrel up with all the energy he could muster.
'Slow down!' I barked like a drill sergeant, twisting his cock for emphasis. Brian whined but he also settled down. Of course he was excited. This would be his first piece. I couldn't blame him for his enthusiasm, but he had a lot to learn about style.
His cock slid up my greased cunt-hole very easily. Not too long ago I'd have been stuffed to overflowing by the presence of his cock, but Uncle Roy had really spoiled me. Brian's prick felt about as substantial as a two-finger diddle-job, and the wiggling of his boyish dick was more irritating than titillating. It wasn't his fault, I kept reminding myself as he jabbed and wriggled beneath me, bathing his rod in my cunt-juice. It wasn't his fault he was inexperienced and smallishly built, but if he'd just hold fucking still, perhaps I could make a halfway good lay out of him, I put my hands on his chest and started to ride. Since it was his first fuck, it should be a sweet, memorable experience, and I had the equipment and the talent to make it just that. I broke into a swaying rhythm atop him, pulling his dick from side to side as I shifted my hips. He smiled to feel the intriguing pressures my cunt worked on his cock, and his hands shot up to fondle my titties. The touch of his fingers now was almost serenely restrained. He massaged and stroked me, rather than pinching or tweaking, and I could feel my boobs beginning to swell and lift with pleasure.
I leaned forward so that the tips of my boobs hung like pink fruits before his mouth. Brian's tongue came out and touched each of them in turn, and then he started to use his teeth very gently, and last of all he sucked one nipple into his mouth for some extended attention.
He was like a hungry baby, switching from tit to tit, and if he minded that they were dry and milkless he didn't show it. I patted his head as he nursed me and I heard him warble through his suckling in reply.
I found, too, that if I leaned forward and moved my hips in a certain way, the barrel of his cock would scratch my clit as we screwed, and with each additional stroke of our fucking I began to feel warmer and friendlier between the legs. My cunt was getting juicy as he tickled it for me. Who knew – I might even come with the little bugger.
'Good boy,' I told him in encouragement, feeling very mature and sophisticated at the moment. 'Very good boy. A little harder, now. Mmmm, fight! Slow down now. Yes! You're doing just fine, Brian.'
And he was doing better than fine. My cunt dripped its lubricating oil and even if he wasn't giving me the deepest screwing I'd ever had, he was doing all right. I petted his head and made him switch his lips to the other boob, and my hips swiveled atop him to an improvised melody.
His control was pretty good, too. If he was on the verge of spurting his jizz, I couldn't tell it, and I'm a fair judge. Indeed, it seemed as if I might cream before he did, and that was quite nice. My clit seemed as big as a watermelon and each plunge of his rod tickled its base and sides. I had to bite my lower lip once or twice when the pleasure hit a new high.
I might have orgasmed right then, too, if the doorbell hadn't chosen that moment to ring. Both of us froze. Brian's dick was all the way up my snatch and for a moment the throb of my trigger tempted me to ignore the bell. But what if, my God, I – what if something had happened to Mom and Roy? What if the cops were out there now, waiting to tell me about a horrible accident? It might be anything. It might even be Brian's mother come to bring us milk and cookies. I hesitated and wavered, and then I rose from him. His cock flopped out of my cunt and bounced on his belly, still hard as I grabbed up my blouse and skirt and hopped into them.
'Don't move till I get back!' I warned Brian. He looked tiny and frightened, lying there with his pink cock wet and hard.
I opened the front door and said, 'Oh. Hi.'
'Hi,' said Kevin, the floral delivery boy I'd talked to a few times when the wedding was being set up. I remembered giving him a come-on at the time, but I hardly expected to be seeing him now. But perhaps I could turn this interruption to my advantage.
'I thought I'd drop by and make sure you were okay. You being here all by yourself, I mean,' he said.
'That was nice of you,' I said. 'Why don't you come in?'
As I led him towards the parlor, I couldn't help thinking that this was an embarrassment of riches. Last night I'd fucked my fingers and my little baton. This evening I had two guys. I could pick and choose at will. I picked and chose both of them.
'Maybe I can fix you up with a sandwich,' I told Kevin as we entered the room.
He and Brian saw one another at about the same time, and my cousin by marriage hopped over the back of the sofa to hide his nakedness. Kevin's face said 'Huh?' but his lips were silent.
'I think we're having a party,' I said, taking off my blouse. 'Would you like a drink while I finish what I was doing?'
Kevin just laughed, and then he whistled when my skirt dropped and he got a sight of my slim body all naked. His eyes clouded. I leaned over the back of the couch and tried to coax Brian out. Something touched my exposed cunt. It was Kevin's finger, and he gave me a playful goose. I yelped but I wasn't upset and he got his knuckles wet touching my twat.
He didn't bother with a drink. I heard the rattle of his belt and the zziiippp of his fly while I argued with Brian, and then the rustle of his falling clothes.
Brian was hopeless. Maybe he was scared, maybe just embarrassed. He sat on the floor, hands covering his crotch, and he wouldn't come when I called. 'Fuck you, then!' I snapped at him, and I turned around, bumping my chin on Kevin's extended prick.
I gave it the once-over with my eyes and tongue, my hand cupping his nuts. Kevin's rod was blunt and thick, not too long but not too short either, and I suspected from a brief inspection that it was a perfect fit for my hole.
I'd never been with two guys at once before, but this seemed like a good time to try it. If Brian wasn't finished for the evening, of course.
Kevin had plenty to offer, though, and he had no problem with self-confidence. He took me by the cheeks and rubbed his cock across my mouth till I was drooling for it, and then he thumbed my lips open and shoved his tool in.
I sucked his prick avidly, with vulgar smacking sounds. As his cock moved in and out, I batted it with my tongue, and on the second plunge I was kissing Kevin's balls. He wanted to hold my head steady so he could just fuck it, but I couldn't bear to surrender myself to him. My spit flowed in abundance, lubricating my mouth and throat for sucks and swallows, and I sucked and swallowed his cock till I could feel a giant wince flow through his body and I sensed he was nearing a come.
I wiggled free of his impaling cock and, without speaking, both of us sank to the floor. We rolled into a buggy embrace, our tongues battling in mid-air. Kevin's middle finger was long and strong. It moved all the way up my cunt-hole, which was juicy as an orange by now, and I began to hump him while he diddled me. His attention was distracted for a moment, so I sneaked my tongue into his mouth and I thought he was going to swallow it completely.
