like asking. What kind of a scene is this, for crying out loud?
I looked at David's groin again, and his dick was starting to harden. It wasn't just hanging there anymore. Slowly, surely, the tip was beginning to point upward, and the barrel of him was growing thicker almost with each heartbeat. I swear I could almost hear the steady pump-pump of blood into his cock, making it stick up and out, making it rise, fill, harden.
Abruptly, Dierdre wrested her nipples free from him. She jogged away from David. He followed her, hands reaching, cock erect now, sticking straight out, as if it were reaching too.
'Not yet,' she said. 'Remember, we have a guest.' He stopped, and both of them looked at me, and if you want to talk about bulging eyes, you can talk about mine!
'Huh?' I said as they flanked me. David here, Dierdre there, both of them dark-haired, golden skinned, him naked, her almost naked, and then both of them were touching me, stroking my face, my hair, fingers gliding down my arms, across the cones of my titties, down my belly, I was still clothed, in my sweet little school uniform no less, but as they drank me with their eyes I felt as naked as they were, David put his hand on my shoulder and pulled gently. I found myself leaning forward. He offered me his mouth, and I took it. Funny. Last night I'd wondered if I hadn't found something a lot better than boys, but the moment his lips touched mine, I knew that I still had a hell of a lot to learn. About myself about life, sex about everything. He cupped a breast while he kissed me, and I put one hand on his hip. It was bare, warm from the sun, covered with a light mist of sweat, and my fingers began to itch as soon as they felt him. Before I knew it, I was digging into one of his buttocks, marveling at the taut, muscular hardness of him. He swiveled his lower body, my hand slid off him only to bounce against the hard shaft of his penis. When it tapped me on the side of my hand, a little quiver of electricity shot through me. I grabbed him. Wickedly. Excitedly. He was long, but not really thick a bit bigger around than an old fashioned broom handle and he seemed to fit inside my fist perfectly, as if we were matching pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. As he kissed me, I began to pump his cock in my hand, the strokes growing faster and faster. I didn't know what kind of weird sex scene David and Dierdre were into, but I was ready to join it, even if the idea made me a little nervous.
My jumper fell to my feet and Dierdre lifted me out of the fallen tangle of clothes. Something caught my neck, and it wasn't David's hand, because I could still feel it as it slid partway down my arm. There was another gentle tug at me, this time from the other direction, and reluctantly, I broke my lips away from David's. Dierdre had leaned in close, and she was already making a kissy face at me. So I kissed it. With a mouth that was open, tongue thrust and ready, lips sopping wet from the juices of David's kiss.
I felt my blouse being unbuttoned, but I didn't know who was doing it. I had my tongue halfway down Dierdre's throat and her tonsils seemed to be pulsating against me. The blouse went off, and somebody got the clasp of my bra. Away it went. Dierdre put her hands on my cheeks and pushed me back, very delicately. 'Do you like my brother?' she asked. I giggled. I was still holding his pecker in a death grip. 'Good,' she said. 'I knew you were the kind of girl who could fit in with us.'
'Speaking of fit in,' I said diffidently, and I pulled on David's cock.
'Don't be greedy,' Dierdre counseled. 'We have the whole weekend.'
'Mmm, the three of us?' I asked, not at all concerned because I'd have to share her with somebody else. There was enough of Dierdre to go around, and I was pretty sure there was enough of me, too. And if feeling meant anything, David had plenty to keep us both satisfied in the bargain. I moved my fingers up and down the length of him. Stiff, he was stretched out to maybe seven or eight inches, and I knew from an experiment I'd conducted with a ruler that my cunt was exactly eight and one-quarter inches deep. Again, I thought of jigsaw puzzles and pieces that fit together.
'C'mon,' Dierdre invited, 'let's get naked and do something. Okay?' And she began to wiggle out of her cut out bra, pulling it up over her arms and shoulders and head, tossing it away.
She started to pull down her panties, but I let go of David and dropped to the tile beside her. 'Let me,' I said, and I hooked my thumbs in the waistband. The slash at the crotch was full of her fluffy beaver and I licked my lips, remembering how that beaver felt in my mouth, the black hairs wet with saliva, the pussy lips opening to receive my tongue. I jerked the pants down with a vengeance, tugged them to her knees, and thrust my face up into the sweet pussy I'd laid fully bare.
She grabbed my head and pulled me up into her, humping her nap against my licking tongue and slurping lips. I hoped David wouldn't be offended if we had a little private sport on the side, but something told me he wasn't the type who'd be turned off to watch me and Dierdre going at each other. Part of that something was contained in his hands. I didn't have time to look around, but unless he had arms like an ape, he was kneeling behind me, rubbing the crotch of my pink panties until it was sopping wet and, more important, so was the little pink pussy inside. I wiggled my butt as he played with me, and I made my thighs squeeze his hand rhythmically. A moment later his tongue began to move up and down my spine, from mid-shoulders down to the crack of my ass, where the bikinis weren't quite high enough to cover it all.
That only made me hornier, and I showed Dierdre how horny. I got my hands into her crotch, opened her up good and wide, and started drinking honey from her cunt. It was flowing sweetly and abundantly, and my tongue delved happily in and out of her tasty twat. Her hole was snapping at me now, and I knew she was worked up, as worked up as I was.
So was David Banks, if I could be any judge. He had my panties slid down, now, over the slender but shapely curve of my ass, and he was licking me there, in my crack, where nobody had ever licked me before (excepting his sister, last night in the shower room). His tongue drifted lower and lower, and it made a stabbing pass at my asshole, poking just as if he meant to stick it up me. I wouldn't have minded, even if it was the first time, but it was only a diversionary attack, I discovered. He had riper game in mind – my cunt.
I had to lift up a little higher so he could get at my pussy from the rear, but it was okay. I got to work my mouth deeper into Dierdre's twat, and my reward was the sudden, delightful flicking of David's tongue across my tight little cunt. Tight, but wet, and, above all else, ready! His finger roved ahead of his tongue, and he opened me with an effort, and I felt him lick into my sticky cunt, felt the sexy, quivery wiggle of his tongue at the mouth of my hole, and then there was a rush of excitement between my legs, rippling up and don the tube of my pussy, and I was the first of us three to come.
But I wouldn't be the last. I knew that as well as I knew my own name, and I knew it strongest when the urges were too much to control. I couldn't eat Dierdre any longer. I had to receive, as well as give.
I drew back from her, wiggled free of David's mouth, and turned around, my eyes agleam, my face flushed with lust.
'That,' I said, pointing at his stiff cock. 'If you don't give it to me, I'm going to take it!'
'Are we creating a monster?' Dierdre asked, voice still tight from the eating I'd given her. She squatted beside me, and one of her hands began to rub up and down her fluff covered cunt mound. I watched in interest as she boldly thrust a finger into her cunt, working it in and out in corkscrew action.
As for me, I didn't care if I was a monster. I wanted to be fucked. Really wanted to. I'd never wanted to, any of the other times I'd done it, but I'd agreed because it was the socially convenient thing to do or, the first time, because I wanted to see what it was like. Now, I not only wanted, I needed it. Every fiber of my body was screaming fuck meeeee! and I lay back on the sun-heated tiles, spreading my legs.
'Is your beaver white?' he asked, rubbing me while I lay there panting for him.
'It's really blonde,' Dierdre volunteered, 'but you have to get very close in order to pick out the color. Oh, don't worry about that, brother! Can't you tell when a girl needs eight inches? Haven't we taught you anything yet?'
'Yeah,' he said with a grin, 'it's a wonder I lived to be nineteen years old, I'm so dumb. Get ready, Barbie I need a fuck as badly as you do.'
'Don't call me Barbie,' I said. 'I hate that. And don't come inside me, because I'm not on the pill or anything.'
'Oh,' Dierdre gasped in sympathy as David moved into the gap of my spread thighs. I reached down and grabbed his cock, guiding it into position above my pussy opening. 'We'll have to get you a prescription,' she added, working that finger in and out with some really cute and clever twists. 'I thought everybody was on the pill, these days.'
'Not everybody,' I said rubbing David's tool up and down my gash. He was propped above me, allowing me to have my pleasure and do most of the important work. 'I'm Catholic; sort of, and the Pope says it's a no-
