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CHAPTER SIX

I nicked out a peasant blouse with an elastic neckline, and a long green skirt. Heels made me a little taller than Brian, so I left my feet bare to keep him at ease.

He rang the doorbell at seven-thirty on the dot and I went to let him in. He was dressed casually, too, a screen-print T-shirt and jeans, and he had a look of innocent lust on his face when he saw me.

I took him by the hand and led him into the parlor for a drink, which seemed to give him courage, for after a minute or two he kissed me in a sloppy though promising manner.

His tongue sloshed across my face and rimmed my lips and finally dared to penetrate my mouth. I sucked it so voraciously it must have scared the shit out of him. He got all stiff-jointed where our bodies were touching and his arms felt as if they'd turned to clay.

"What's wrong?" I teased. "Are you scared of me?"

"Who's scared?" he asked bravely.

I put my hand on the front of his pants and felt his hard-on. It had sprung up unbidden while we were kissing, and it was rocky hard to the touch.

"Let's see what you have," I suggested.

He didn't have any objections, so I unzipped him and tugged out his hard-on.

Like I'd figured earlier today, his cock was a bit small. No more than five inches, I estimated while stroking his rod, and not especially thick either. Maybe it'd grow. After all, he wasn't fifteen yet, so there was plenty of time for expanding his assets. But his prick was throbbingly hard and I suspected that his stubby little tool could fuck up a storm if it got half a chance.

Trouble was, he was so young and obviously inexperienced. He groaned when I began to play with his rod, and before I'd really gotten a good feel of his dick, it had gasped and creamed its goo all over nay fingers.

"You've never screwed a girl before, have you?" I challenged. "And you're so excited you don't know how to control yourself. Isn't that it?"

He nodded. I patted his knee.

"Then let Cousin-by-marriage Jenni show you what to do, love."

I didn't wait for him to answer. I bent my head into his lap. First I licked the cum he'd spilled on my fingers, then I drank up the jizz he'd dripped on the front of his jeans, and at last I washed and rinsed the head of his little rod itself.

Brian's cum had a fresh, milky taste that was like no other sperm I'd ever sampled, and the smile I gave him when I finished licking was certainly no pretense.

"Now," I told him, "I'm going to have your cherry, Tiger."

I stuffed his limp dick into my mouth and sucked till it sprang up hard and burning hot.

Uncle Roy's big tool had made me a bit picky, I'm afraid, and Brian's cock seemed awfully small in comparison. But he was only a boy, for God's sake, and his cock got so desperately hard. Hard is nearly as important as size. Ask any girl.

When his cock was poking out very stiff, I made him stand up so I could undress him. I punctuated the slow strip with little kisses here anti there on his body. Most of them went to his cock and balls, which seemed most deserving and needful of kisses. His scrotum, like his peter, was small, and it looked so young and tight and compact. I could nestle its little dangle inside my open mouth and Brian seemed to enjoy my sucking as much as I enjoyed the feel of his nuts on my tongue.

Brian was naked at last, and I stood up and back to view my handiwork and nature's. He had a trim body that just missed being skinny. Even when he grew up he'd be a slight, slim man, no muscle bound creep. Plenty of girls like the type, though, and his face was so pretty he had the makings of a heartbreaker in him. Breaking in Brian would be a nice memory for both of us. Maybe sometime in the future we might even fuck again and see how he'd profited by my instructions. If I had time.

"You're lovely," I said, making him blush. "Just like a young Apollo. Why don't you undress me now?"

He did, moving swiftly where I'd touched him in lingering fashion. He pulled down the elastic top of my blouse to bare the titties underneath, and when he got his mouth on them, I thought he'd never let up biting and kissing and sucking. His teeth gnawed on my nipples, which ached with pain but got stiffer than hell, too, and I didn't know if I should ask him to stop or beg him to continue.

Slobber and tooth marks were on my tits when he stopped his nursing and began to search for the button which held up my long skirt. It fell in an easy graceful motion, once he'd undone it, and Brian was staring directly into my pussy. He dropped to his knees and touched my cunt-mound with the fingers of one hand. Fingers curled in my thin beaver. He tugged, too hard, but I smiled through it all the same, and then he closed his palm over my snatch, squeezing my plumpness. While he experimented with this newfound toy, I drew the blouse over my head and dropped it to the floor. Now both of us were ready.

"Come on," I invited. "To the couch."

I stretched out, arms opened to receive him, and Brian slid close to me. His hot rod tingled on my belly and his hands and ups visited me all over.

He seemed anxious to get down to the fucking. His fingers poked around the lips of my cunt, the tips creeping inside, and I could tell that he wanted to put his prick in my hole right away, but I wanted to play first and I told him so. It was my game.

"Kiss me," I purred. "Feel me. Get me good and hot."

He sighed in resignation, but he did it all the same, and it was pleasant indeed to lie there hugging his slim body while we kissed and played. Our legs entwined and our crotches rubbed, and I was half afraid that he'd blow his cookies prematurely again, but he didn't seem as tense now as he was a little while ago. Maybe the two of us could turn him into a decent lover yet.

I guess I'm not much different from any other girl. It's fantastic to make it with an assured, confident stud of a guy who knows how to take charge, but that's only one kind of trip. No girl who's been around at all can resist the chance to be some shy male virgin's first piece. You become a combination of mother and whore and buddy, 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.

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 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 touched it with my fingertips, rubbing it into my flesh, laughing like a demented hyena. My eyes closed and I savored my orgasmic pleasure. Nice, very, very nice!

Hands touched my thighs, spreading them. I opened my eyes. Kevin was getting ready to fuck me, taking the place Brian had just vacated.

"Next player," he said with a grin.

I wanted to shout my refusal. The lips of my snatch were raw from the two screwings I'd just had. The touch of his dick on them was unbearably painful. I squirmed, shaking my head.

And then he was pronging me, driving that pecker of his with its blunt thick strength all the way up my sopping cunt-hole.

"Yes! Jeeessssuuuusss!" I screamed in a voice that made the entire fucking house echo in harmony. He was killing me with his cock but it was the only way to die.

When he came, it was with convulsive prick-jerks that damned near ripped my cunt to pieces. His balls were dry – Kevin was only going through the muscular reflexes of coming – and his face was twisted into a grimace of sheer pain. But the uncontrolled jabbing of his twitching dick made me scream again. My eyes went out and I didn't really know anything till one of the guys splashed my face with cold wine.

That finished us for the night, more or less. Kevin's cock was sore as a boil and so was my twat. Neither of us could ever think about another fuck. Not so Brian. He pranced round the room with his hard-on sticking out, and finally I had to suck him off. He claimed that he was entitled to one orgasm in my mouth, anyway, and I didn't feel like arguing with him. Instead I swilled down his cum while Kevin sat watching with a drink.

And finally I sent them both home. It had been a long, hard night, and I needed some rest. An hour after they left I was horny again.

It's like a Chinese dinner, I thought insanely, groaning as I tried to diddle my red-raw cunt. The flesh screamed when I touched it, and my clitty, though it was stiff, seemed to be avoiding the caresses of my fingers. They were nice guys, they could handle themselves okay in a tight situation – e.g. my cunt – but I didn't feel anything for them.

I was learning more about being a grown-up. Sex was so much more fun when you did it with people you liked, really liked.

Uncle Roy? I liked him. Fucking or sucking with him was a thrilling, satisfying experience that left me shattered physically and emotionally. I wasn't in love with him, but I loved him very much. Or was that a contradiction? Was it possible that I was in love with him? With my mother's husband, my brand-new stepfather? God, I thought about him almost all the tine, remembered the way he'd split my pussy with that enormous tool of his, the way he'd brought me to the most intense orgasms of my life. I could hardly wait to see him again, to catch him alone and prove to myself that I could make him drop his drawers whenever and wherever I wanted.

My body had sopped up gallons of jism tonight, Brian's and Kevin's, but already they were dim in my recollection. If I closed my eyes, I could see Roy standing naked in front of me, his cock at the ready, his eyes full of lust for me. When I hugged myself, it was as if he were on the bed, hugging me, feeling me up in anticipation of a glorious fuck that would leave both of us gasping and shivering.

"I think you're in love, Jennifer Wexford!" I told the world and the room and, most particularly, myself. Well, if I was, Mom was gonna have a fight on her hands. Know it or not, she had a rival who was prepared to use any dirty trick in the book to get what she wanted.