Ron Taylor: High school hot pants

"You're beautiful," I said suddenly. "I think I'm in love with you."

He had the barbell high above his head. "What?" he asked. But by then it was too late. Jill had come up behind him on cat feet, and she had her long slender fingers firmly caught in the waistband of his trunks. She gave a quick jerk, she trilled a triumphant laugh, and Greg was there, hanging out in all his glory. "What're you…" he started to say, but I didn't let him finish. I crawled toward him on all fours – actually on threes, because one hand was up, reaching for the pink dangle of his lovely cock.

He staggered when I touched him, and when I made a fist around his prick he nearly dropped the barbell on my head. Good thing he was on guard, because it was heavy enough to have busted my skull – but a busted head would have been worth it, I knew as soon as I felt the thudding burst of energy that flooded his cock. Oh, God! I squeezed him, wanting to feel it all over again, and he began to stiffen in my hand the way I knew he would!

"Stop it," he said weakly, but there was no conviction in his voice. His mouth might say no, but his penis was telling me yes. "At least let me put this barbell down," he added.

Jill out of her bikini by the time he act the nights in the grass, and she shifted herself free foot to foot, very nervous, very naked. Her nipples were standing up all tight and hard, and I remembered the way they used to throb when I plied them in my fingers, back when we were both into that sort of thing. But now I could see our games and fantasies for the childish pastimes they were. As Greg's cock swelled and hardened in my fist, I knew that we were on the verge of something far more important.

With one hand still clutching his rod, I tugged his shorts all the way down and be stepped out of them. "Greg," I panted, kneeling before him, "we want you. Both of us. But me especially. Teach us. Love us. Fuck us!"

He looked from face to face. Jill had knelt beside me, and she sat there like a happy puppy, her paws up in the begging position. Her face was bright and her eyes pleaded. "Please," her soft light voice chimed in, "we need to learn, and we want you to teach us."

"I never guessed…" he said wonderingly. "God, I didn't know that the two of you needed me so much!" He put one of his warm, strong hands on my head, the other on Jill's. "Of course," he went on. "If you need me, I'm yours. All of me. And it's the best way to learn, from somebody you love, somebody who loves you. Where do you want to start?"

"Right here!" I gurgled, opening my mouth and stuffing his cock inside. He lunged toward me, jamming his rod into my hunger-crazed orality. His hand became tight on my head as he slid across my tongue and I, working by instinct and certainly not experience, closed my lips on him. Twisting my head gracefully, caressing his hard, throbbing length with my tongue, I began to suck and swallow his gorgeous tool.

He was long, eight or nine inches hard at least, and he seemed to fill my mouth to overflowing. I felt as if I'd strangle on him, but I didn't want to stop sucking him, either. I heard him groan in sheer, undisguised pleasure, and he said, "Oh, God, Didi, don't stop! No matter what, don't stop! It feels so goooooodddd!"

And that pleased me, because I was pleasing him. I sucked furiously, taking him as deeply as I could, and my hand stroked up and down his bare, hard thigh while I gobbled. Jill was busy somewhere – I could hear loud smacking sounds, and her long auburn hair was near me, for I could smell it and feel its ticklish brushing on my skin. Was she kissing his balls, maybe? I reached for them to find out, and my finger got a swiping from her tongue. Good old Jill!

Her body thumped mine now and then, and one of her stiff, passion-gorged nipples scraped my forearm. A throbbing started where she touched me, a throbbing that raced through my veins and muscles to hammer somewhere near the base of my brain. And Greg kept fucking his cock in and out of my mouth, moving with a growing eagerness, a willing surrender to the luscious sensations I was spooning out so freely. His cock rammed deeper and deeper, till I thought surely all of his masterful erection must be wedged into my straining mouth, but it didn't matter. He could suffocate me with his rod and that would have been delicious by me.

"Me now, me now!" Jill was chanting beside me, trying to pull her brother's dick out of my mouth.

"Nnnnnn!" I grunted, still sucking. It had been my idea. She could wait her turn. I wanted to suck him.

"There's enough for both of you," Greg suggested, and I had to admit to myself that he was probably right.

I tried to tell him with my eyes as I stood to undress. First I undid the bikini bra, letting it flutter to the ground as my tits bobbed into his view. I looked down at them, knowing that he was looking, too, and I tweaked my pink nipples until the areolae reddened ever so slightly and the teats sprang up long and stiff and pointing. Greg smiled to see how long my nips could erect, and I smiled to remember how good they felt when they did. I untied the bikini pants, moving toward him as they fell. My bush is a small cluster of dark hair, very thick around the slit itself, but without much outward extension. And now every one of those dark hairs was coated with sweet-smelling bubbles of girl juice. For him.

"Thank you, Greg," I told him, leaning up to kiss his neck. He's six-two, so I had to stand on tiptoes. For the first time in my adolescent life I was glad I was tall, because if I'd been much shorter I'd have had to use a stepladder just to reach him.

"The pleasure is all mine," he replied, thrusting his hand between my legs so he could feel that vibrant little clump of beaver and the promising treasures within. His hand clawed on me, and he squeezed me just so. I squealed and stood even taller as he fondled me, and I wondered how I'd ever been satisfied doing myself for such a long time? But I was so glad it was Greg preparing to break me in, and not some bad complicated lout of a classmate of mine. I needed a man, not a boy, and I knew I'd found a man.

Jill was still scarfing her brother's prick, and the slurpy sounds she made were an aphrodisiac to my ears. I chewed Greg's flesh, and kissed it and licked it, nuzzling my dark shag of hair against his face, and I leaned into him so he could do more of those magical things he was already doing to my pussy. "I love you," I whispered. "I always have. Will you fuck me now, Greg?"

His eyes started to roll in their sockets and his face twisted toward a grimace. Something told me surer than words that Jill had him trembling on the brink. I couldn't endure the thought of missing his orgasm. Prying myself out of his grip, forcing my lips to desert his shoulders, I fell to my knees, shoving Jill as I moved into position. "It's mine!" I yelled. "It's mine!"

Jill's head slumped back, and Greg's big hard dick emerged, foamy with saliva from his sister's mouth. On the sweet round glans there was a coating of thin saliva mixed with a thicker, creamy-looking substance that had to be – oh, yes!

I got my hand on his tool and gave him a furious shake. He throbbed, he swelled, his pecker convulsed internally while I held it, and then he let fly with his jism. A fountaining arc of cum it was, that soared majestically from his red piss-slot as I watched enthralled. That first jolt hit Jill squarely in the face, landing on the side of her nose, just below the right eye. A second took her almost directly in the mouth, which was still open and moaning for joy, and she licked automatically with her tongue, savoring the taste delights. Her hand came up to touch the dabs of cum on her face, and she painted herself with them, licking her fingers from time to time as well.

My own reaction was as instinctive as Jill's. I could watch him orgasm for only the briefest of moments before something inside told me that I must take him in my mouth again, but it was too late. Gladly! Eagerly! I opened my mouth and pulled him toward it, even as he kept spurting his thick, hot spurts of juicy pleasure.