Chapter 10
"Hi, Tootsie!" Jerry Howard said. He was in his bathing suit and he kicked sand at me. With him was Bill Rudmann, Elaine's boyfriend.
"Hi!" I answered back. I made my way across the beach toward their blanket. The sun was hot on my head and shoulders, and the heat seemed to billow up around me from the baking sand as I walked.
"Didn't you go with the girls?" he asked. He was lying across the blanket, with one leg bent up, leaning on his arm. He had a red bathing suit on and his tanned, dark body looked trim and athletic.
"No, I had too much to do around the house," I said. He was referring to the invitation to go into town with the rest of the girls. They all had gone to a movie and would be away for the day. I was supposed to go with them, but something came up at the last minute and I had to skip the opportunity. "Too much housework."
Bill Rudmann sat up from his prone position when I joined the two boys on the blanket. I knew Bill only vaguely, through Elaine, and had only talked with him once or twice. That was a shame, for he was quite good-looking. I think that was one reason Elaine kept him away from the rest of the group; she didn't like the idea of competition.
"Hello," he said softly, smiling at me. Bill was a little older than we were, in his first year at college. Coupled with his straight, handsome features and wavy dark brown hair, that made Bill especially attractive.
"Hello," I answered, smiling back at him, flirting as obviously as I could. I sat down on the blanket, crossing my legs. I sucked in my stomach to make my tits stick out more, and tried to use the weight of my body to pull the tightness of my bikini panty away from my crotch so that both boys might "accidentally" catch a fleeting glimpse of my cunt or ass. Unfortunately, the pants were too tight, and all that happened was that a few dark hairs curled out from the narrow crotch band between my legs. That would have to do, I knew, and the attempt had not been totally futile; out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jerry nudge Bill with his arm. But I pretended not to see what I had "accidentally" exposed. A ripple of sexuality danced across my cunt.
"How's Linda?" I asked, turning my attention to Jerry. I looked at him suddenly and caught his eyes preoccupied with my crotch.
"She's great," Jerry answered, looking at me openly after he slowly brought his eyes up from between my legs. "You're great, too."
"I didn't mean that way!" I giggled naively, pretending to be embarrassed.
"What other way is there?" Jerry said, sitting up and crossing his legs. We faced each other on the blanket, forming a triangle with Bill.
"I'd like to hear you talk this way if Linda was here," I retorted.
"You'd hear the same thing. You remember what happened at the party. You wound up with me and Linda ended up with Marc. We're all friends, always sharing."
I turned my attention back to Bill. "How's Elaine?"
"One of the best I've ever had...."
"I didn't mean-oh God!"
The boys laughed and I continued to play my role of the naive, little innocent girl. It didn't fool either one of them, but it was, in a way, stimulating for me.
"I heard that you're good, too," Bill added. He winked furtively at Jerry.
"Oh, really? Where did you hear that?"
"A good thing always gets around," he explained. He brushed the hair out of his eyes and dropped his hands into his lap. I followed the movement with my eyes and watched in fascination as his open hand came to rest just against the long thick lump bulging fatly through his bathing suit. He didn't actually touch his cock, just teased me with the closeness of his hand to it, almost as though he were indicating its presence for me.
The gesture wasn't really necessary, for I was greatly aware of his cock. I looked directly at his crotch for a long while, then looked up at his smiling face. "I heard you're very good, too."
He looked surprised. "Who told you?"
"Did you really think you guys are the only ones who talk about sex? You should hear us girls when we get together-your ears would turn red," I remarked.
"I'm sure that's not all that would happen," Jerry interjected, perhaps sensing I was paying too much attention to Bill and not enough to him.
"like you said," I said, addressing Jerry with a smile. "We're all friends. Share and share alike."
"But I haven't had my share yet," Bill insisted. "I feel like an outsider."
"We'll have to do something about that." I looked again at his crotch and was happy to see that the lump had gotten longer and harder.
"When?" Bill asked.
"Why not now?" I was looking right into his eyes, and he stared intently back at me. It was as though there were a beam of electricity connecting us, joining our minds with a single, vivid thought.
"Hey, hey hey!" Jerry said. "What about me?"
I pried my eyes from Bill's face. "You can come, too."
Jerry stared in disbelief at me. "Are you serious, Tootsie? Are you really saying what I think you are?"
I cocked my head. "What? That I want to fuck both of you? Does that sound so shocking?"
Jerry shook his head. "Well, you have to admit-"
"Admit what? I'm being honest. I find you both attractive. I'm very passionate and I enjoy sex. Is it so wrong to admit what you know about yourself? I'm just being honest with you and with myself."
"But the both of us ... together...?"
"Didn't you ever want to have two girls make love to you at the same time? Women are no different. I have the opportunity now to do something I've always dreamed about. I'd be a fool not to take advantage of it."
The shock left Jerry's face and he shook his head slowly back and forth. "You're really something, Tootsie."
I smiled at him. "Why, thank you. Now, not to be too practical about all this, but does anyone know where we can go?"
Bill cleared his throat. He had been silent throughout the whole exchange with Jerry, and just the smallest touch of surprise or disappointment colored his face. "My house is empty," he said. "We could go there."
I nodded and smiled again. "I think then we ought to get started, then."
The two boys nodded in agreement and began to collect their things. I watched in amusement at the doubled-over way they stood while they were folding their blanket. It was obvious that they were trying to hide their hard-ons.
Bill's family's house was not far from the beach, and we walked there in a few minutes. The whole journey was a silent one, and I think neither one of them felt especially secure. But, then, I guess, men are always dishonest about their feelings, and an aggressive, forthright woman will always disconcert them.
The house was quiet and empty, and the boys were almost solemn. I tried a few times to break into the silence, but my efforts sounded like hollow echoes. We stood in the hallway while Bill closed the front door.
"Where do we go?" Jerry asked. "The bedroom or the living room?"
"The living room is a good place to start," I said. "Why don't we go in there?"
Bill led the way. The room was furnished comfortably. There was a long sofa covered with a print slipcover, and two chairs facing the sofa. Both chairs were covered with the same material as the sofa, and there was a low coffee table separating the three objects. In a far corner was a television.
I sat on the sofa, on the middle cushion, and Bill sat down next to me, close, but not touching me. Jerry stood for a moment in indecision, then turned and sat himself in one of the two chairs.
"Over here, silly!" I patted the cushion next to me.
"Oh, I wasn't sure." He got up and walked slowly over and sat down. He had a pair of jeans on over his bathing suit, and a white short-sleeved shirt. He crossed his legs and held his knee with his cupped, interlaced fingers.
"Well, somebody do something! Sit closer to me.
They moved closer and Bill slipped his arm around my shoulder.
"Oh Jesus!" I said in frustration. I turned around and kissed Bill wetly on his mouth. His lips loosened and I felt his tongue caress me back. I ground my face back and forth against him and he returned the pressure. I could feel his body relaxing against me, the ice finally broken.
I pulled my lips away. "Now Jerry's turn."
His body was waiting for me, and his arms slipped around my shoulders. He pulled me across to him and had his tongue waiting to push into my mouth. He kissed differently, and he tasted different. He kissed me hard and passionately; Bill kissed me softly and romantically. The two techniques were exciting.
"My turn!" Bill said. He pulled me away. My lips were still wet with Jerry's saliva, and my eyes were closed. I spun my head around and kissed Bill. His lips were still soft and he rotated them against me gently, but his tongue had become more aggressive. He swirled it back and forth in my mouth, slapping it against my tongue, exploring the wet cavern of my mouth.
I felt something wet and hot on my neck, and I realized it was Jerry kissing me. His tongue tickled against the sensitive flesh of my neck, and my head spun wildly at the idea that I was being kissed by two men. The wetness of Jerry's tongue against my neck made my own tongue work furiously; I pushed it directly into Bill's mouth, lashing back at him with the same excitement that he had used on me.
Jerry pulled my face away from Bill's mouth. His fingers were on my chin, almost in my mouth. I licked my tongue against them, sucking his fingers into my mouth as he turned my face toward him.
"Don't forget me," he said, smashing his lips against my open mouth. He sucked my tongue into his mouth with such force that it seemed as though he were going to pull it out by its roots. The tastes of their mouths were all mixed together now, and only their techniques became distinctive.
Two things happened the moment Jerry began to kiss me. I felt Bill lean over me and stick his tongue into my ear. He worked his tongue around the outer edge of the ear with teasing slowness, then plunged it into the canal and sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine until it ran around the underside of my body and twitched wetly against my cunt. The second thing that happened was that he put his hand on my left tit and squeezed it.
The dual attack, now working on me from three separate points, was making my head spin even more wildly, and I couldn't get over how rapidly they'd warmed to my suggestion. Just moments before they had been meek and submissive; now I don't think I could have stopped them if I tried.
I still had my bathing suit top on under my blouse, but the thickness of the clothing didn't deaden any of the sensation when Bill grabbed my tit. I felt his fingers pinch in and my nipples spring to immediate attention. Hot, electric throbs spread out across my chest, burning down into my cunt to mingle with the same ripples of excitement that were coming from my ear and mouth.
Bill pulled me by my tit, prying my mouth from Jerry's lips. I didn't even try to return my tongue into my mouth, I just left it out and slid it between Bill's lips when our faces came together. Bill's hand remained on my tit while he kissed me, and he squeezed it in and pressed it down with the palm of his hand. I felt the hill of flesh flatten under the pressure of his hand, squashing back into me, making the nipple tingle with excitement.
Jerry must have seen what was happening, for I felt his hand press against my other breast. His fingers rubbed against Bill's as he played with the buttons of my blouse. I felt the cool tickle of air against my chest as his fingers parted the blouse completely and it fell open. His fingers were sure and steady as they slid up my skin, and he pulled the top of the bathing suit up until my tit tumbled free. His hand went right to it, and he rubbed the naked flesh with his fingers.
I moaned in Bill's mouth, and his hand pulled up the remainder of the top. My other tit popped loose; he grabbed it and squeezed. My tits were being attacked by two different hands, two different pressures, two different men!
I pulled my lips free from Bill's mouth but did not return them to Jerry. I sat, with my head back, resting against the cushion of the sofa. My eyes were closed, and I savored the excitement of feeling two hands working against my naked breasts.
"Good!" I moaned, rolling my head from side to side on the sofa cushion. "That feels very good. Very good, indeed."
Jerry was the first one to drop his face against my tit. His lips opened and I felt his tongue lick against the excited nipple. A tremble went through my body and I felt a growing wetness in my cunt. His tongue flicked rapidly back and forth on the nipple while Bill squeezed the other one between his two fingers.
"Now let Bill do it," I moaned.
Jerry moved his head and bit at my neck with his teeth while Bill dropped his face to my tits. I felt the hot caress of his breath as his mouth opened and took my tit into his mouth. He kissed the breast first, as if he were making love to it, then kissed the nipple and rotated the mound of flesh gently with his rubbing fingers. He used his mouth against my tit the same way he had kissed my lips: slowly, sensually, romantically.
Then the pressure began to change. He squeezed hard on the tit and opened his mouth. I felt the wet stab of his tongue flatten the nipple back into the flesh of my breast. The nipple popped back erectly, and he grated his teeth gently back and forth, as though he were savoring it and sawing his teeth into the nipple. Raw shudders ripped through the breast, and my cunt grew wetter and wetter with each gentle bite.
While Bill was sucking on my tit, Jerry continued to kiss my neck and squeeze my other tit. He used the hill of flesh as though he were kneading a lump of clay. His fingers pinched and pulled, flattened and fluffed, and made my breath burn in my lungs as the anticipation grew more intense each moment.
"Somebody touch my cunt before I explode!" I cried. "Oh God, I'm so hot!"
I felt two hands clutching at my cunt, one from either side of me, both grabbing onto me and spreading my open legs even farther apart. The fingers pinched into me, rubbing the tightness of my snorts and bathing suit into the wetness of my cunt, providing a grateful pleasure against which I could hump myself.
Bill continued to lick on my one tit, while Jerry licked his tongue down my neck and across my shoulder until the nipple of my other breast was in his mouth. Now I had two hands pulling at my cunt while two separate wet mouths and tongues licked at my breasts. The pleasure was driving me insane.
"Take the shorts off," I said. My cunt needed to feel the excitement of flesh against it. I needed to have fingers and hands cup the naked mound, rub my clit, and sink themselves deeply into the swirling pudding of my cunt. My body ached for flesh.
I arched my back and felt Jerry fumbling frantically at the side button on my shorts. He opened it and slid the zipper down. Then two sets of hands pulled the loosened material down my legs, pulling with it my bathing suit bottom. I was naked now from the waist down, and both my breasts hung free.
Both hands fought to possess my pussy. Bill's hand got there first, and he clamped his fingers tightly over the broad mound of my cunt. I groaned as his fingers curled up around me, prying between the wet lips with strong, gripping hardness. It was almost as though his fingers burned into my flesh; I could almost hear the skin sizzling under his touch.
I hunched down violently as I felt his middle finger sink into my cunt. I passionately impaled myself on it, rocking my body back and forth with my tensed, arched legs, pounding my cunt into his hand.
Jerry pulled his mouth from my tit. "Don't hog it, man!" he said, trying to pry Bill's hand from my cunt. "Let me get some, too!"
Bill relinquished his grip for a second, and Jerry's hand slid under his and wrapped itself around the curve of my cunt. His hand was thinner than Bill's, and his fingers felt longer as they pressed themselves between the lips. He took two fingers and pushed open the hole, inserting the fingers only as deep as the first joint. Then, slowly, he rotated the two fingers, pulling them around the perimeter of my pussy, stretching the hole open and teasing me with the tickling rub of pleasure. I pushed down hard, and he stopped playing with me; then he jabbed two long fingers up into my cunt until I felt the curved hardness of his knuckles pressed tightly against the lips of my cunt.
"Now me!" Bill said, pulling on Jerry's hand. I felt the fingers sliding wetly out of my cunt. The pleasure was replaced with another touch; a heavier, harder touch. Bill gripped my cunt and rotated the clitoris violently with three fingers. He pressed tightly into the bud, as though he were trying to push it through the other side of my body. He twirled his hand rapidly and I moaned at the heightening pleasure.
I couldn't stand it any longer, and I grabbed both their cocks. They were different sizes and different widths, and through their pants I could feel the different temperatures of heat burning against my fingers. I pulled on their zippers and ripped them down.
Bill's cock popped out almost immediately; he had somehow earlier pulled it free from his bathing trunks. Jerry had to help me get at his cock. The two different-sized cocks were insanely exciting: Bill's cock was thick and fat, blunt and long; Jerry's was tapered and slender, perfectly shaped. I moved my fingers up and down the two pricks, experiencing every conceivable tremble of pleasure that it was possible to feel.
"Oh Christ!" I moaned, almost screaming. I squeezed both their cocks with my hands, trying to return the pleasure of two hands touching my cunt-one hand rubbing my clit while the other jabbed into the canal of my cunt. The pleasure was maddening.
I leaned forward and sank my mouth around Jerry's cock. The weight of my body pulled his fingers from my cunt, but I didn't care, for Bill was still masturbating me. I swallowed as much of his cock as I could, rubbing my lips back and forth, squeezing his balls in my hand. My other arm was almost bent behind me as I continued to jerk Bill off.
I pulled my mouth up and shifted to the side. My lips slid down the sides of Bill's cock. The saliva in my mouth was still warm from the taste of Jerry, and I ran my tongue all over the thickness of Bill's broad cockhead. My mouth was stretched wide to accept him and I flicked my tongue across the sensitive area under the head, just as Henry Price had instructed me, continuing to jerk my fist up and down the length of his cock. Jerry had replaced his fingers in my cunt and he was pushing them in and out as though he were fucking me. The tempo of his thrusts matched the jerking of my hand up and down on Bill's cock.
"Somebody fuck me!" I screamed.
We fell to the floor as I tried to lie flat on the sofa. My hands slipped off their cocks, and the wriggling finger inside of me and on my clit ceased to work against my body. I was almost insane with excitement.
"Bill! Bill, fuck me first!" I screamed. My brain was almost rational, remembering that I'd never been fucked by Bill. I wanted his cock first, then I could have Jerry's.
"What about me?" Jerry asked, rubbing his cock against my tits.
"You can watch!" I screamed. "Or wait! But I'll do you next! After Bill!"
Jerry faded into the distance, or perhaps the haze of passion that filled my brain like a fog simply obscured his presence. Whatever, he was gone, and I was alone with Bill.
Bill slipped between my legs and I fumbled to pull his long, thick cock between the lips of my cunt. His cock was wet from my sucking on it, and my cunt was damn near equally as wet from the excitement I had endured these past few minutes with both men. The cock slipped into my pussy and pushed up into me; we began to fuck.
"Oh my God!" I groaned. Bill's cock overwhelmed my cunt. I could feel the thrusts of his hips up in my stomach and chest, shattering my body, shaking my insides, and pounding against my cunt. It was as though someone had shoved his whole arm up inside me, punching a clenched fist into my belly from the inside out.
I grunted under the attack, and the sheer power of his cock drove my thighs up and back until Bill had hooked my knees in my armpits. He drove straight down, using his cock like a battering ram, sawing his thickness into me until I felt the heaviness of his balls crushed tightly between the cheeks of my ass.
Passion was holding my brain between its hands, squeezing into it with spike-like fingers. Passion shook me like a vicious breeze, racking my body until I trembled uncontrollably under its wrathful pounding. My total awareness blipped on and off; my thinking was obsessed with one thought: fuck!
Somewhere out of the fringe of my brain I sensed that Jerry had returned. He was standing over us, slowly jerking his cock up and down. "They'll be right over," he said, and I didn't understand who or what he was talking about. All that mattered now was that I was close to coming, and I tightened my cunt around Bill's cock.
I was inches away from coming when Bill's cock exploded inside of me. His cream shot out, burning against the wetness of my cunt.
"No, no, no!" I screamed as Bill pried his body away from mine. I grabbed his cock in my hand, but it was so wet it slipped through my fingers. "Fuck me more! Fuck me more!"
Bill was gone and I began to go crazy. I grabbed my cunt and jabbed three fingers into it, moaning and crying. Then I remembered there was another. "Jerry!" I screamed. "Fuck me ... please!"
Jerry dropped between my legs and his cock fell up into my cunt. I could hardly feel him after the great width and size of Bill's cock. I tightened my cunt muscles and sighed with thankfulness when I felt the hard thrusts of his slender cock rubbing against the inner lining of my pussy. I could feel the lips reclosing, readjusting to Jerry's size, forgetting the tortured elastic expansion that Bill's cock had gouged out of me. After a moment, my cunt had fully adjusted, and the humps and fucks of Jerry's cock seemed as pleasurable as Bill's had.
My cunt squished with wetness. Jerry splashed through the puddle of hot come that Bill had left inside of me. My own excitement had caused me to flow heavily, and, combined with all the other wetness, I could almost feel water rippling up into me. It oozed out from between the closed lips and ran down my hot and passionate ass like a sexual waterfall.
Bill had brought me close, and I only needed a few more thrusts to finish my orgasm. I tightened my body and pushed down and out with my cunt. I began to come.
"Ohohohohohoh! I'm commmmmmmmingggg ... Jesus ... I'm commmminggggg."
"They're coming now," a faraway voice said.
But I forgot the voice as my cunt banged viciously into Jerry's thrusting cock. My cunt made ten thousand small hard humps into him, and with each one my orgasm grew better and stronger and higher until I was screaming in the agony of pleasure.
I didn't remember whether Jerry came or not. I was so wet, I wouldn't have known if he had. There was no way to tell; my cunt was rubbed raw. There were no nerves left inside of my cunt to tell me. It was like an electrical circuit overloading itself; it just burned out from pleasure.
Jerry dismounted, pulling his cock out, and someone else took his place. I was still coming so it didn't seem unusual at the time. I fucked myself against this new cock, sensing only that it was not Bill's. It was a third person, with a different-sized cock.
"Me next!" someone shouted. "Me next!"
I recognized the voice. It was Allen. But what was he doing here? He shouldn't have been here.
The person on top of me came heavily; I felt his come spitting out into my clutching hole, mixing thickly with the sperm of the other two cocks. I felt hands grabbing my tits, squeezing and pulling them.
My thighs ached, and when the other person pulled out my legs fell like lead weights to the floor. But Allen jumped on top of me and pushed my thighs up and open again, thrusting his prick into me.
"It hurts!" I moaned, trying to push him out, still not fully understanding what was happening. But my body was weak from orgasm and I couldn't resist the thrusting humps of his cock. I groaned in pain and confusion as he continued to drive himself in and out of my broken cunt.
"I'm commminggggggg!" Allen screamed, but even his voice seemed distant and unreal. The weight of his body crushed me and I couldn't breathed. Come flowed from my cunt like blood; I was drenched and stained with its stickiness.
Allen pulled out and someone else took his place. I opened my eyes and gazed around me. Far away, above me, there were other people. The rest of the guys-Allen, Dave, Marc. I tried to listen to what they were saying, but the words were harsh and loud, mixed with derisive explosions of laughter. I caught one word: whore.
Whore, I thought. Did they mean me? Is that what I was to them-a whore?
Before I could think, someone else was fucking me, and my cunt, once again, was filled with come.