Suddenly the thought occurred to her, as she watched the fucking couple buck to the final goal of their orgasm, that possibly Rex had never had his cock sucked before. His sister had expressed horror at the idea of sucking a cock, so this could be an entirely new adventure for Rex. Oddly, in a way, she liked the fact that his pecker was smaller than her brother's. She could get more of the male meat in her mouth, let it stab farther down her throat, which she was rapidly learning to open to make a more desirable receptacle for a cockhead.
The thought that this might be a new experience for Rex drove her mouthing efforts to even greater intensity. She rode her brother's finger hard and gulped, opening her throat as far as possible to accommodate the plunging member that now threatened to smash the roof of her mouth. It certainly did strike with force, but its bulbous head was mushroom soft as it collided against the top of her mouth, then glanced off and speared deep into her throat.
Rex's hands clutched her head hard now, and she knew he was about to come. Her own climax hovered dreadfully close, and shuddering as her own body convulsed to completion, she felt the first blasts of Rex's load, splashing and salty and scalding, gush their way down her eager throat. She clutched the base of the jerking prick and drank, taking every loving drop of the thick cream down into her waiting tummy.
At once, Rex fell forward, collapsing. Then he rolled over onto his side and lay there, twitching and moaning as he cupped his own balls. Joyce moved so that she lay on her side too, her head resting on Rex's hip as she continued to stare at Ray and Sue through the bushes. Ray still lay on top of her spread legs, his prick still in her, spent and breathing hard, their climaxes past now.
Grateful that at last his sister had come, Jenny lay on his stomach, taking a well-deserved rest after his post-orgasm manipulation of his sister. Joyce eyed her brother closely, wondering if he would be angry that she had sucked Rex's peter off. But most of all, she hoped Rex wouldn't think of her as a whore for taking his organ in her mouth. She wondered what Sue would think if Rex told his sister what she'd done to him. The thought that Sue might think of her as some kind of freak distressed her.
She prodded the spent Rex. "Rex?" she whispered. "Rex?"
"Huh?" he managed. "Wha?"
"Denny wanted me to do that to you, Rex. I–I hope you don't think I'm terrible for doing that to you. Do you? Denny's your friend and he made me do it," she lied. "Didn't you, Denny?"
Denny was staring at her strangely. Was he jealous? She felt almost certain he was jealous. But she knew she had to protect herself. If Sue discovered she had gone down on Rex's prick, sucked it and swallowed his come, she might never want to associate with her again. It could ruin her whole summer vacation here in Oregon!
But Denny surprised her, and she knew she would love him forever when he said, "That's right… I asked her to do it-t-to suck you off. She never did that to anyone before. She can't stand the idea of it. But I made her do it to you."
Joyce sighed, relieved, smiling gratefully at her brother. "Rex, please don't mention what I did to you-to your sister. Huh? I sort of went out of my mind. I want to be her friend, and I don't want her to know about sucking you."
Rex just grinned. "I promise," he said. "You don't have to worry. I–I'll never tell a soul. Whew… I never felt anything so good in my life. Honest. No, I won't tell. Boy, can you ever suck a prick! You're a born cocksucker, Joyce!"
Frowning, Joyce said, "Uh-thanks."
Then both Joyce and her brother stared at the grinning Rex questioningly. Was he really saying that he liked having his cock sucked more than he liked to fuck? He had fucked his sister before, but now he was saying that getting sucked off was the greatest experience of his life. Joyce exchanged glances with her brother and saw that he must be thinking the same thoughts as she. They had been sucking, not fucking, and thinking as their mouth play as merely a substitute for fucking. It was all very confusing. Could sucking be just as good-maybe better than screwing? The question was evident on both their faces, and they reached the same conclusion at the same instant. No, it couldn't be true, Joyce thought. Fucking just had to be the very best contact between a boy and a girl. Men had cocks that grew stiff and women had cunts that got wet and slippery. Cocks were designed to slide inside hot pussies, poke between their juicy lips and spurt come in there to make babies. Yes, fucking had to be better than anything there was! Sucking was heavenly, sure, but mainly it was like an appetizer, Joyce thought. Fucking was the thing you thought about and waited for and finally did, and then life was just never the same afterward, was it? Well, I'm a virgin, she thought. I'll just have to wait and find out someday.
Ray squirmed, then withdrew himself from between Sue's spread legs. He raised himself, then moved back until his buttocks rested on his heels. The sight of his immense wanger, still almost fully hard, excited Joyce. She knew she wanted to suck him off someday, and this admission brought fear that maybe someday she would grow up to be a prostitute. Could that possibly happen? She forced this fearful thought from her mind as Ray peeled off the glistening-wet rubber, milking his huge cock as he did so, capturing all his sperm inside the drooping prophylactic. When it was off, he tied a knot in the end and held the come-filled receptacle up against the sun. He reminded Joyce of a chemistry teacher she once had as he studied the rubber as if it were a test tube. Very proudly, he jiggled his jism, studying it as if it were proof of his manhood. Chuckling, he then whacked Sue across the fanny with the leak-proof rubber containing the eruption from his big balls.
"Man, that was a good one," he said. "Felt good! A damn good fuck, Sue. No shit."
"Hey!" Sue protested. "Don't you smack me with that thing. Think I want that junk to run out all over me. Yuk! Cut it out!"
"Whyncha chew on it, huh? Like taffy," Ray teased.
"Why don't you chew on it, weirdo?" she said. "Or better yet-"
She stopped in mid-sentence, her mood changed, seemingly fascinated all of a sudden. Squeezing the contents of the rubber between her freckled fingers, she belched. Then she said, "Yeah, I guess you are quite a man, Raymond. I reckon you shoot more come outta your pecker than an old stud bull. Without a rubber, I bet you'd blast a girl right off the ground. A girl'd take off like a balloon you let go of when you're blowin' it up." Shyly, she blinked, staring at the ground. "It-it was surely a good fuck, Ray. One of the best I ever had. Y-You're gettin' better. You're learnin' how to use that-that weapon of yours."