Ron Taylor - Do me, Daddy!

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.