Ron Taylor - Do me, Daddy!

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.