I busted loose right in his mouth, squirming and wiggling like crazy, and he kept right on a-sucking at my cunt. He still had me coming when I felt his pecker spew its thick cream into my mouth and down my throat. When the last of it was swallowed and his mouth had fallen away from my cunt, I turned around and put my arms around him, snuggling up close... just like I liked him.
Now that he'd gotten his nuts off for the second time, I knew he'd be wantin' to leave. Just like any man leaves a woman once he's done with her, he'd be ready to walk out.
And I had to keep him there.
"That was good, Pa," I said, changing the tone of my voice so I sounded like a purring kitten. "Real good. You're a real man, sure enough." I pressed my whole body against him, like I was trying to get right inside his skin.
At first, I thought he was gonna pull away and leave me. But he was sufferin' that kind of tiredness most men go through after a good hump, and he just settled back into my arms again. I even thought I saw him smile.
While I locked my legs around him and stroked the back of his head with my fingers, I started giving him a big line of horse manure about how he was the best piece I'd ever had, telling him that I'd really always wanted him to put the pecker to me, and talking about how we could do it all the time from now on.
Well, the man ain't born who don't like to hear that kind of talk, so before long he was snuggling up with his face resting against my knockers, eatin' my words up just like he'd ate my cunt, and even puttin' in a few of his own. He wasn't in no hurry to get away anymore, and I just kept right on sweet talking him until he dropped off to sleep with his head resting against my knockers.
If everything turned out like I'd planned it, it was going to happen pretty damn soon, I figured. While I waited, I held him real easy, so he wouldn't wake up and I thought about how I'd first got the idea of doing what. I was doing. Strange I hadn't thought of it a long time before. But I hadn't. Not until the night before... when Henry had made me see just how possible it was.
I'd snuck out of the house after supper and met Henry on down the road from our house, and we'd drove on over to his place. Les, his little brother, was the only one there, and we'd gone right on in the bedroom and stripped for action. Les, too, because Henry said he was apt to tell the folks if he didn't get a little pussy for himself. I figured that was just an excuse to cut his little brother in, but I didn't argue about it. I'd had a lot more than two run a train on me before, and Henry knew it.
Les was just fourteen, four years younger than Henry, a skinny little fellow with sandy hair and freckles, and he was impatient as all get out. He was pawing on my tits 'fore I even had a chance to get on the bed, and I expected to see come start squirtin' out of his hard little pecker any second.
Henry just laughed and pushed him away from me and said, "Don't go gettin' your bowels in no uproar, boy. Ain't nobody said a word about you goin' first." He got down on the bed beside me and put his hand between my legs. "I don't fuck after no man. Especially after all the trouble I hadda go to t' get Pearl here, away from that bastard Pa of hers." Pa had used a shotgun to chase Henry off our place one time, and Henry, big as he was, was scared to death of him.
"Well, get it on then, huh?" Les said, prancing around, nervous as could be. He looked at me. "I'm horny as hell. You gonna fuck 'er or ain't you?" He rubbed his balls with both hands.
Henry ignored him. "I know why the old motherfucker tries to keep you cooped up like a chicken," he said. He rubbed my cunt. "He's jealous 'cause he ain't gettin' none of this. He can't get his, so he thinks everybody else oughta go hungry. That's what! You think I ain't never seen the way the horny old shit looks at you? In town last week, I..."
"If you ain't gonna fuck 'er, why not let me take firsts?" Les interrupted, and he was begging so hard I laughed. But Henry had set me to thinking. I patted the bed beside me. "There's room for three," I said. "And I know a way you both can go first. But let me hear this, okay?" I put my hand on his pecker as he scampered into bed beside me.
"The man just wants to fuck you, ain't no more to it," Henry said, and just shut up about it. He was ready to fuck.
It come to me in a flash that Henry was right. All this time, these three years, while Pa'd been whippin' me, yellin' at me and wantin' to know where I'd been and who I'd been lettin' do it to me now, he'd been just gettin' himself all worked up and horny, and he was dying for a piece of my tail. Dying for it. Right then I could see his face and the expression that was always on it when he beat me, and I knew for certain that Henry was right.
"How we both gonna go first?" Les asked, bringing me back to the present, where I lay between them on the bed, one of my hands on each of their hard peckers. Henry was kissing me in the dark hair above my cunt. Les was on his side, holding my knocker and looking like he was trying to get up enough nerve to lean down and suck it.
"You ever had your pecker sucked, little fellow?" I asked, and I jacked my hand up and down it a couple of times. He was shaking as he said, "Sure I've had it sucked... lotsa times," and I knew he was lying, trying to play big.
Henry laughed as I said, "Then you know how you're both gonna be first," and he moved around and made room for me as I got on my knees with my hair and my knockers hanging down beneath me and got ready to suck his little brother's pecker. All three of us knew he was just bragging, that this was going to be his first blow-job.
So I made it a good one.
He was so tight and nervous that I had to use my hands to pry his skinny little legs apart before I could get my facedown between them and lick him on the nuts, and when I raised up a little and touched one of my nipples to the head of his dick, he moaned and squirmed so bad, I thought he was going to come right open. I felt Henry behind me.
He was settling himself in against my ass, get ting ready to fuck me from behind, and his pecker was hot and hard as it banged against the insides of my legs. His hands were on my waist, raising me the way he wanted me, and his cock-hairs felt rough on my naked butt. I liked the feel of them, so I wiggled my butt. Then I turned my head to look at the face of his little brother. It was red as a sun burn.
"All them other blow-jobs you had been slow and good like this one?" I asked, teasing him. "Or do most of your girls just get a big mouthful of pecker and suck it till you get off? You rather I just blow you fast?" I watched his head roll from side to side as I worked the skin of his pecker with my fingers. He tried to answer, but just tangled himself up on the words. I licked the head of his pecker.
"You got the kid so horny he'll spend the next month beatin' his meat," Henry laughed from behind me. He reached beneath me and got a hand on my knocker, touched the head of his pecker to my cuntlips, and said, "Better take him off, else he'll go crazy."
So I went ahead and took him off.
"He snorted and squirmed around on the bed as I sucked onto the head of his long slim pecker, and I tasted a drop of come as it seeped into my mouth. He was really hot. I used every trick I knew to make him hotter — teasing his nuts with my fingers, tongue swirls on the head of his prick, slow, drawn-out suckings — and I had myself almost worked to the point of coming when I felt Henry give me the first heavenly shove of his cock." He really put it deep.
"I think I'm gettin' ready... I think I'm..." Les whinnied, his thin hips bucking as I bobbed my lips faster over his prick, and then he came in my mouth. I kept right on sucking, while Henry fucked away at me from behind. My cunt was warming to his touch.