Early December, after a game.
"Can you move your arm?
"Move up here, sweetie.
"Mmm. You're covered with me.
"I taste pretty good, you know?
"All the way up, now.
"Sit on my boobs.
"Yeah, just right.
"Not so hard, OK? Yeah, like that.
"You're so firm, so warm.
"Does that feel good?
"I can see you like that.
"It's OK. Just not too deep.
"Sweetie, I can't breathe. Back a little, OK?
"Shall I hold them?
"Not holding too hard, am I?
"You're close, aren't you?
"Go for it!
"It's hot. Sticky, too. I like it.
"Yeah, move down a little.
"Kiss me, sweetie.
"Clean my cheek a little?
"Can you taste yourself?
"You like it?
"I guess that's a yes. You're still hard.
"You're not going to sleep, are you?
"Yes! Right there!
"Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah.
"Are you ready?
"Come with me!
"I'm coming! Can you feel it?
"Yes! Like that.
"Just hold me a little, will you?
"I love you, Tommy."
"I love you, Lisa."
Sunday morning, after Christmas
Eyes closed. Dreamy. Warm.
Hand on my bare bottom.
Eyes open. Mom, smiling.
Her lips, soft and warm, on mine.
A Friday night in February
Carla in charge.
"You guys want it, you're going to have to work for it, got that?"
She was kidding, sort of. I wanted it as much as the boys did; pretty sure Carla was on the same page. So what? Make 'em work for it, anyway.
Firelight on Dan's face, darker than chocolate now, but shadows and light moving, moving, polished. Why do they say African-Americans are black, anyway? They're chocolate, mostly. Well, except for his mom, SJ. She's about two shades bluer than black. So how come Dan turned out so warm and brown and dark?
OK, enough. He's Dan, he's sexy, and he's a nice guy. End of story. Oh, his cock is chocolate, too, you know?
Snow on the ground outside; inside, warm enough to be nude, and I was pretty sure we were headed that way.
I whispered to Monica.
"What about you, sweetie? Everything OK?"
Tommy looking a little lost. Not quite sure why. Not as though he hasn't been with all of us, at least us girls. With guys? I wonder. We don't have secrets, Tommy and me, not since third grade, but about some things, I'm not so sure. I knew where Carla was going, so maybe we'd find out about that, too.
"My parents are home, but they'll leave us alone, you know?"
Now Dan looked worried. Eyebrows up as far as I'd ever seen them.
"You sure, Carla?"
"Yeah. Well, mostly, anyway."
A giggle. Who giggled? I guess it was me.
"My dad, though, he likes to watch."
Uh oh. I wondered how Dan was going to take this. Tommy, too, for that matter. I thought about that afternoon a month ago.
Carla traced around my nipple with her finger.
Movement, and her lips closed over my other nipple. I felt her tongue touch and swirl.
"Carla, talk to me."
Air cool on my wet nipple, now bare and forsaken.
Her lips on mine now, her tongue tentative.
"It's my dad."
"No, sweetie. Not that. He's never touched me. Not that way, anyway."
Her blue eyes, inches from mine.
"He saw us yesterday."
God. Yesterday. Sun warm on our bare skin in Carla's backyard. Carla between my thighs, then my turn. So limp, both of us, at the end that we couldn't have moved to save our lives.
"When? I didn't see him."
"I didn't, either. It was later. I heard him talking with Mom. I couldn't see all the way into the den, but I think she was sucking him while he told her about us. They didn't know I was home."
God, that was so hot. I grabbed Carla and we were in it and nothing else mattered.
Dan slouched back on the sofa.
"So, you're saying he just likes to watch? Nothing else? He's not going to kick our asses, or anything?"
Sometimes Dan was a little too cautious for his own good, I was thinking.
"That's about it."
"Look, I don't even know whether they're still up. Don't worry about it."
I saw Dan smile at Tommy. Monica was watching. She whispered to Carla, got a nod in return. Turned to the boys.
"OK, guys. Strip."
"You serious, Monica?"
Dan's eyes were huge, his eyebrows practically touching his hairline.
"Yeah, pal. I mean it."
Tommy started with his sweater and kept going. Stopped when he got to his boxers.
"You, too, Dan. Do it."
When Dan was down to his boxers, Monica laughed.
"OK, guys, here's how it is. Carla and Lisa and I have big plans for you guys this evening. You can guess what they are. We're planning a little show, too. It's really for ourselves, but we think you'll like it."
She paused. Looked at me. Winked, and I knew what she had in mind. I smiled, although I was wound up inside. I picked up the thread.
"There's an admission charge. It's simple. You show us, we show you.
"We're thinking of some oral action.
"I see by your grins you like that idea. That's good, because you're going first."
Dan licked his lips and stepped toward Carla.
"Oh no, sweetie. Not her. Him."
Tommy's voice was practically a squeak.
"Lisa, are you kidding?"
"Uh uh, Tommy. I mean you and Dan."
All of a sudden, Dan was looking kind of milk-chocolaty, instead of his deep rich brown. He turned to Monica.
"Monica, is she serious?"
Monica stepped over to Carla, took her by the shoulders, and kissed her, full on. Ran her hands down over Carla's butt. Turned back to Dan.
"You bet she is, buddy."
Carla smiled and raised her hands to cup Monica's breasts. Monica's a really nice size, not too big, not too little, just enough plus a little more to get your hands around. Carla hefted them, and looked at the guys.
"Fun, huh? Bet you'd like to have your hands where mine are, right?"
Carla dropped her hands. Monica looked a little disappointed.
"Look, guys, no one's asking you to fuck each other in the butt. We just want to see a little sucking, maybe a little swallowing, too. Just what you're waiting for us to do, you know? Just think about how it will feel when our lips are around your dicks later on."
"Lips are lips, guys."
The funny thing is, I wasn't so sure Dan or Tommy was that much against the idea. They were pretty horny guys, they were pretty open-minded, and boy, did they ever like fucking us and getting their cocks into our mouths and coming all over us. Also, there isn't a guy alive who doesn't like someone else's lips around his cock, I knew that, too.
"Lisa, what are you doing?"
"Helping you get your boxers off, sweetie. What did you think I was doing?"
Tommy's cock nice and firm. Warm to the touch. Oh, this was going to be fun.
Meanwhile, Carla was doing the same to Dan. I could barely hear her as she whispered in his ear.
"Did you like seeing Tommy with your mom that time?"
Carla knew all about our little adventure a while ago at Dan's pool.
Dan's cock jumped. Hmm. This was interesting. Dan's thoughts about his mom, or thinking about Tommy with her? I stood up and leaned really close to Tommy.
"Maybe you should encourage Dan a little bit, Tommy. Why don't you tell him what you're going to do to SJ the next time, huh?"
Tommy's look was priceless.
Monica had a coin in her hand.
"OK, who's going first? You want to flip for it?"
"Nah. I'm going first. Can't wait to get my mouth around Dan's cock. You ready, big guy?"
"Better close it pal. Flies will get in."
"I'm going to put my cock all the way down your throat, Tommy."
"Yeah, yeah. Big talker. We'll see about that."
Dan went over to the sofa, sat down in the middle. Carla immediately plopped herself down beside him. Hugged him. Kissed him. Gave him a stroke.
"Go for it, sweetie!"
You know, I have to give those guys credit. Either they were very horny, or they were kind of curious about what it would feel like, or both, but they went right at it. Tommy on the floor in front of Dan, hands on Dan's thighs, and getting as much of Dan inside as he could.
Dan's hands lightly at first on Tommy's head, then holding him a little tighter. Carla whispering in Dan's ear, kissing him every time he turned his head.
Tommy sucking and licking and letting Dan pump his mouth, rhythm a little faster now but steady, Dan starting to thrust a little more on each stroke. In a couple of minutes, Tommy pulled back a little but kept jacking Dan. That wasn't all. He looked up at Dan, smiled.
"Did your mom tell you how good I was eating her that time? Huh?"
Dan's face screwed up tight, thrusting his cock against Tommy's hand.
"I'm going to get her on her hands and knees and do her from behind, man. I'm going to make SJ scream, you know?"
Dan shoving now, trying to get Tommy to go faster.
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