smiling the big, happy smile of a suddenly grown-up boy.
Kevin circled us, stroking his cock and looking for an opening. I made a kissy-face in his direction and he moved towards me with that big thick dick sticking up. I didn't need an engraved invitation. As soon as he was close enough, I thrust out my tongue and began to lick his rod. In another second the tip of his dong was in my mouth and I was sucking like crazy while I took Brian's cock from behind.
Kevin's dick had a pleasant cummy taste, and some of his sperm from the last orgasm was already beginning to make sweet cheese beneath the rim of his knob. I licked it away with fast swipes of my tongue, tickled his piss-hole in the same fashion, then swallowed his tool.
He lunged upward when I took him, ramming his cock fully into my throat, stuffing me for a moment. I scraped teeth back and forth across his prick-shaft, a sharp, grinding word of caution, and he touched my head. His fingers caught the silky strands of my hair, and he began to settle down, understanding that he didn't have to move a muscle. If he merely sat on the floor like a good big boy, my head would rise and fall in perfect synchronization, drawing his cock in, releasing it, sucking all the while, and all he had to do was enjoy. I got a handful of his nuts, too, and rolled them in their bag while I sucked the tool they nurtured, and when his fingers began to pull gently at my hair, I knew we'd found the perfect system.
That knob of his tickled my palate when I swallowed, and I was glad as hell I'd had my tonsils out, else I'd never have managed to get his big prong down. The length of his prick was no trouble – six and a half inches, maybe – but he was so deliciously thick I felt stuffed full when only the clubby cock-head lay on my tongue. My head rolled as I gobbled, so that teeth and tongue worked on his tool from every angle, and he moved easily with me, never taking the full initiative but never quite letting me forget that it was his peter, after all, and my mouth its welcome host.
Meanwhile, back at the cunt, Brian was doing a sweet job of screwing. His prick slid in and out in that lazy waltz of sex, and when he wiggled inside my twat for the two-stroke, the rolling of his nuts outside my slice had my clitty in a frenzy. I could feel the little nubbin puffing up bravely and I wished that Brian would stick his finger into my gash and give my button a push or two for luck.
He didn't seem to know that was proper form in this situation, though, so I ended up doing it myself. Kevin's lap and Brian's hands were secure braces and I didn't really need to prop myself. My hand flew back to my box and I stole into the crack alongside Brian's warm, wet tool. There! The lips tingled as I joined his prick, and then I brushed my nub and it seemed that a gallon of cream was starting to pour from me as my head twitched in shock-waves of feeling.
I kept my fingers there. It seemed a good idea. They could tweak my trigger and caress Brian's cock, too, and both of us found it delightful. When my fingers touched the dangle of his tight little balls, he lunged up into my cunt, a stab that couldn't reach as far as Kevin or Roy but more than made up for it by its demonic force. He pumped fiercely and our pubes clashed together with shattering impact. I lurched forward and nearly strangled myself on Kevin's pecker. My tits burned into the carpet, the nipples stiff and red-hot, and I gurgled up my windpipe as Kevin's cock rammed down my throat.
I lifted my head, spit foaming on my lips. 'Let's try it from a different angle,' I said hoarsely. My throat was raw from the unexpectedly deep thrust of Kevin's prick, and I didn't think I could handle that again.
Slowly, carefully, I began to turn myself around. If Brian's cock had been longer, we might have done it without breaking our link-up, but his tool was so small that it popped out of me and the lips of my snatch seemed to groan in relief. Quickly, then, I lay down on my back, knees up, cunt lifted invitingly. Brian moved, too, for he was anxious to get back to fucking. He'd been a very good boy – his staying power had improved tremendously – and I certainly wanted him to have a nice time. I lifted myself to meet the insertion of his tool and he lay upon me, stuffing me full of cock again.
My knees closed on his ribs and my cunt muscles yanked insistently at his dick.
'Get to it,' I said, and he got to it. Propping himself on arms and knees, he began to ball me with savage passion.
My crotch bucked to receive his thrusts and I missed the leisurely elegance we'd achieved fucking dog-style, but I opened my cunt to Brian and took all the meat he had to give me. My face turned towards Kevin. He knelt beside my head and guided his cock into my accepting mouth.
I had to turn my face halfway around to get a decent grip of his tool, and there was a strain on my neck, but I forgot about it as soon as I began to suck his wet dick, he slipped his leg over my chest and straddled my face. I turned to meet his shift and that made it easier.
Now I couldn't swallow his cock deeply – the angle was all wrong. But I could give his knob hell, and that I did. I caught it behind my front teeth, closed them as tightly as I could without doing permanent damage to his lovely meat, and I began to suck his cock like a big hot lollipop.
Vulgar gobbling noises rang in my ears, and it was me, who was making them. Well, what the fuck? I didn't have a particularly ladylike mouth anyway. Smack, smack, smack. Suck, suck, suck.
My tongue did flip-flops inside my mouth, whipping the end of his prick. He was a nasty sailor and I was a cat-o-nine-tails. Stand up and take your flogging, mother-fucker!
I traced the spade-like cock-head over and over, paying special attention to the flaring underside. He shuddered and moaned every time my pink tongue scraped him there, and he grabbed my head with fingers like pincers. I thought he was on the verge of throat-fucking me again in his excitement, and I knew he'd kill me if he tried it. So when I felt that insistent push, I just tightened my teeth ever so slightly. He let up his pressure and I returned to my suckling.
Brian was the one with the premature ejaculation problem but he was doing just fine. It was Kevin who grunted and stiffened and lost his cool, not to mention his balls. He poured a pint of sticky, salty pecker-snot into my sucking mouth without a bit of warning. The fact that I'd been trying to fuck the tip of his dick with the point of my tongue didn't help matters, admittedly.
His cum squirted in a series of dynamic explosions. The first two or three shot me squarely in the back of the throat, and I swallowed them automatically, but the rest of his load came in a slower, more vicious fashion, filling my cheeks before I realized it. I sloshed it in my mouth, savoring the taste of his jizz, then drank it down, too, and sucked for more.
It came, God bless him, and his dick was a cornucopia of thick, sweet fuck-cream. At first it had a salty flavor, then it grew more sugary, until at the last his jism was thin and about as tasteless as country water. I slurped down all he could give me, nibbling his cock to keep it hard.
Brian must have seen and heard me drinking Kevin's cum – could he have missed the loud smacks and gurgles as it poured down my throat? – for about the time Kevin squirted his last wad into my mouth, my cunt- plugging cousin really started humping me hard and fast. I could hear him panting and groaning as he drove himself to the breaking point, but he didn't break and neither did I. My legs tightened on him, one wrapped around his waist to pull him closer, and as Kevin rose from me, taking along his still-rigid pecker, I put my arms on Brian's shoulders and dragged him down upon me. My wet, sticky lips smooched his face but he didn't avoid them. Considerate Kevin stepped to the side to give us room to finish our screw.
'Am I doing okay?' Brian wondered, his voice breaking with the strain of his vigorous fucking.
'Fine,' I gasped back, my own voice thick and muted from the remaining gobs of cum that clogged my throat and voice box.
Now I had both legs around the boy, locking us together in an embrace that wouldn't let up till we'd come. He was like a rabbit in heat, a strong young rabbit, and his cock speared my cunt again and again till I felt an aching in my very heart. Size isn't everything, I discovered then and there, making a mental note of it for future reference. A good cock was a good cock.
Brian had a good cock. And he used it nicely for a boy on his first real fuck. But could he keep going long enough to give me an orgasm? My eyes shifted from side to side and I saw Kevin on the sidelines, still holding his erect prick. It hadn't gone down yet, even though he'd just shot off in my mouth.
Brian climaxed just then, his pecker jabbing my snatch furiously as it unloaded. I felt his banging thrusts, and my cunt reflexes jerked in reply. Again I could sense the build-up of that pleasant warmth, and then the lovely shudder of my come. It was like a dream of falling, only in this dream I actually hit the ground and the sensation was indescribable. My pussy-lips sucked at his pounding dick, milking it of its load, and Brian's rod squirmed uncontrollably within my dripping cunt-hole.
As he pulled himself free, his cock gave a last spud, a big hot glob of fuck-cream splashing my tummy. I
