We were lying on our sides, my leg lifted and thrown across him as he reamed my twat with his middle finger. He moved in hard strokes and I thought, if his cock is half as good as his finger, this is going to be okay! His finger pulled out of my box and I felt his cock taking its place. I slid closer to him, raising my leg high to bare my slit. His knob divided my pussy-petals and oozed inside, and then we were pressed tightly, my chest against his, our pubes tangled together.
His prick wasn't as long as Uncle Roy's, but it was fully as thick, and if I didn't look too closely, I could pretend… Kevin's dick splayed my hole with its thrusts, making my clitty swell and ache, and when his pubic bone thumped against mine on the in-strokes, I thought he was going to lift me from the floor.
I threw my arms around his neck and he humped in a zigzag. His hand caught one cheek of my ass, and his fingertips dipped into the crack. One of them toyed with my bung, fighting to jab inside.
His ass-fingering excited the hell out of me and I squirmed to meet him. With both of us wriggling, and me struggling to relax the knot of my shitter, it was easily done. The point of his finger rammed into my asshole.
'Oh!' I said in a light, fluttery voice, and I heard him laugh a rich, deep laugh. He prodded my asshole with the same rhythm he fucked me. It felt scrumptious, and I wondered if he could feel the shudders of my pussy. I began to lick my lips in delight but Kevin's face loomed before me and his mouth captured my tongue, dragging it inside.
That brought our lips together for a squishy, smacky kiss, and neither of us noticed that Brian had finally come out from behind the couch. He squatted on his heels beside us, watching us fuck, stroking his hard-on as he took us m.
My head pulled back and my tongue slid from Kevin's mouth. I loved the way he sucked it, but I wanted to breathe, too. My lungs filled with air and it seemed that my tits were swollen to twice their normal dainty size. It was like standing on a mountain top, sucking in the freshness of the great outdoors, and my head was light and clear, drunk on life itself.
That was when I saw Brian. He looked so sad. Maybe he was thinking about how close he'd come to screwing me. There was such a pathetic quality to the way his hand moved on his prick that I felt my heart going out to him. After all, hadn't I invited him over with the promise of fun and games? It seemed bitchy to leave him out.
'Sit up,' I told Kevin, and he moved, lifting me with him, so that now I was perched on his lap. His cock still moved in my cunt with precise, firm strokes. I reached for Brian. He recoiled at first, leaning back on his heels, but when my hand snagged his rod, he changed his tune.
'Come closer,' I smiled, and he slid near us.
I took a fistful of his pecker and began jacking him off. He moaned as my hand began to move on his cock, and he leaned back farther on his heels, jutting his rod up for my convenience.
'Good boy,' I murmured between laps at Kevin's mouth.
Brian's peter was so warm and cuddly in my hand that it somehow reminded me of petting a puppy. But I'd never connected cuddly pups with the hardness of Brian's tool. His cock was hard as iron beneath the warm layer of skin, and playing with his dick was like fondling a statue. I jacked him slowly at first, with the greatest of care, my hand grazing him in passage from balls to knob, and he made sighing sounds of contentment. His hands touched mine as I worked on his cock, and the soft tingling press of his fingertips reminded me of a delicate vibrator. My hand began to feel light and airy, totally relaxed, and I started to move it with greater freeness.
Kevin began to fuck me harder and faster about the same time, his cock slamming up into my twat with ever greater speed. His lips were set and his eyes were slowly closing. The increase of his fuck-tempo increased the battering of his rod on the shaft of my clitty, and I found myself closing my eyes, too. My belly was beginning to flutter in a telltale way and the lips of my snatch seemed agonizingly tender as that thick dick continued to friction between them.
As Kevin and I raced toward our mutual release, my hand became positively frantic on Brian's rod. I heard him groan but I didn't have to look. The sound he made was proof of the pudding he was about to juice out.
I winced and exploded internally, my cunt juicing like a squashed peach. Kevin jabbed his cock inside my hole for a couple more strokes, but his fuse was burned down by now, and I felt him stiffen where we touched bodies. His cock seemed to swell as I received it, and he jabbed into my cunt fiercely, once, twice, three times.
My ass lifted off his lap each time I took his stabbing fuck-thrusts, and my hand raced on Brian's pecker. I felt his cock stiffen in my fist and then my fingers were sopping with his blasted load.
At almost the same time Kevin's cock began to shoot. It seemed to burst and flower inside me and his cock pronged my quivering cunt deliciously, delivering its hot cargo. The fuck-juice blasted up into my hole and flowed back almost immediately, seeping from my twat-lips even as he lifted up into my snatch for another jism delivery.
I must have looked like a suffocating fish. My eyes were bugged out and my lips were flippety-flopping and I made 'ga-ga' sounds into his face, but I humped to meet him and my snatch ate up his prick greedily. Every inch of his fuck-stick was shoved up into my cunt and the balls rocked and jiggled beneath the plumpness of my box.
Brian's hand was holding mine, making me jack his prick harder, relieve him of all the cream his dick wanted to spit out, and I could feel his cum dripping on my fingers in what seemed an endless stream. I could even feel it pulsing through the little vein on the underside of his rod, and I squeezed hard on that bulge as he kept shooting.
My snatch and hand were both slick and sticky when Kevin's tool finally went limp and slid from my cunt. There was an ache in my knuckles, too, when I got them uncrooked at last from their hold on Brian's cock. I lifted myself from Kevin's lap, my cunt dripping two kinds of honey, and I lay back on the floor, panting, giggling. The guys sat on either side of me, limp, wet dicks lying in their crotches.
I put my hands on my tits and squeezed the young cones. Ah, Jesus, I felt good! I wanted to stretch and writhe on the soft carpeting, to reach out with my toes and touch Kevin's out of commission rod, to do the same to Brian. My hands slid down my tummy, stroking the upper reaches of my thighs, massaging my crotch. The index and middle fingers of one hand slid through the matted wetness of my beaver and touched ever so gently the itchy lips of my slice. I felt even better.
'Who can get it up fastest?' I asked the guys. 'First prize,' and I pointed to my snatch. Pearly drops of Kevin's seed were glistening on the reddened slit.
Kevin grabbed his dick and shook it forcefully. His fingers pinched the knob, then jiggled his balls. He was slow in refilling, though. Brian, on the other hand, had only to rub his fingers along the barrel of his smaller tool and it began to rise like a building crane before my delighted eyes. He had a hard-on in the blinking of an eye and I grabbed him by the peter.
'You win,' I said, pulling him towards me by his rod.
'What about me?' Kevin pouted, displaying a boner that had been only seconds late.
I shrugged. 'We'll find a consolation prize, prob'ly.' And to Brian, 'How do you want it, stud?'
He looked bemused. I flipped over onto my belly, then lifted my ass and legs.
'I'm a bitch and I'm in heat,' I said heroically. 'Fuck me the way all bitches get fucked.'
Brian hurried behind me, stabbing my crotch with his dick. His first stroke was misdirected.
'A little lower,' I suggested, and Brian recharted his course.
My cunt was sloppy from the jism Kevin had just deposited there, so Brian's cock shot into my cunt balls deep on his first stroke and he began to jackrabbit in and out, fucking as if he were at a race.
'Slow down!' I hollered, thumping with my fist on the floor. 'We've got all the time in the world.'
I looked back over my shoulder and saw that Brian had the good grace to blush, but, even more important, he cut his pace immediately.
'Better,' I purred in approval as he began to slide his cock iiiinnnn and ooouuuuutttt. And each time his cock went balls deep, our bodies jiggled together in a sideways twisting motion that made the beat of our fucking a nice, classical waltz, all told. One-two-three, one-two-three, yeah-one-two-three. He was getting better each time he danced me around.
Brian held me by the hips, swaying my butt as he plugged me, and his fingers squeezed my flesh in time with the silent music of our balling. The second time around is often the best. Everyone's gotten their rocks off already and can afford to take it easy. So it was now. The guy screwed me so casually you might almost think he'd been fucking all his life. When I looked back again, I saw that his face was all dreamy and thoughtful and he was
