Chapter 4

"Well, I suppose I'd better be going. Mustn't be late this soon on the job!"

Glancing at her watch, Gloria drained the last of her coffee and rose, trying not to appear suspiciously overeager to get to work.

She paused to give Tish a kiss and a hug, then looked down at her daughter's innocent face. "I didn't hear you come in last night. You weren't too late, were you? Did everything go all right?"

"Oh, it was okay. You know." Tish hid the smile that tugged at her lips, trying to soothe the worry crossing her mother's face. "I'm big enough to take care of myself you know, Mom."

"Well ..." Gloria hesitated, still unused to leaving her little girl on her own so much. But all last night she'd been able to think of nothing but Harve's beautiful cock. She'd tossed and turned in bed, dreaming about it, and had awakened this morning glowing in the comforting knowledge that in a few short hours she'd be close to it again.

"All right then," she said at last, heading for the door. "But you know exactly where I am if you need anything, so don't hesitate to call the office. Bye, dear."

With those words she left, hurrying to her car.

Tish hastily finished breakfast as the car roared off. Then, the moment her mother was gone, she cleared the table and bounced next door to see Randy.

"Hi, Mr. Jones!" She waved at the handsome man who was just coming outside and heading for his car. "Is Randy up yet?"

Don Jones looked up, breaking into a smile at his exuberant young neighbor. "Hi, Tish. Say, how's your mother these days? I heard she got that job, but I haven't seen much of her lately."

His eyes watched approvingly as she came up, her youthful tits bouncing freely beneath her tee shirt and long tan legs bare to the crotch of her cut-off jeans.

"Oh, she's fine. Randy's not still asleep, is he?"

With difficulty Don tore his gaze from her lithe young body and recalled her original question. "Uh, no. No, he's been up a couple of hours. Brad came by early, and they're playing some sort of game in the kitchen. Go on in. No use standing in this heat, and they probably wouldn't hear you knock anyway."

"Okay. Thanks, Mr. Jones. See you."

With that Tish turned and scampered off, letting her ass undulate a bit extra for his benefit. Like her mother, Don Jones was a widower. Tish had tried time and again to get the two of them together, but her Mom had always balked, and she'd finally given up.

Still, the image of having Don for a father pleased her. And the way he'd looked at her just now had her tingling as she went through the back door and into the kitchen.

Randy and Brad were seated at the table, engrossed in a war game.

"Hi!"

They both looked up at her interruption, and Randy's face lit briefly. "Hi, Tish. Up early, huh?"

Brad, Randy's best friend, gave her a small acknowledging grin, then turned his concentration back to the game. "Come on, Rand. It's your move."

Giving her a fatalistic shrug, Randy bent once more over the game.

Tish came up, curiously examining the myriad of plastic figures that covered their game board. "Having fun?"

"Urn," Brad answered dimly. "Nothing you'd be interested in."

Randy moved a piece, and groaned as he took it. with one of his.

Tish pulled up a chair and sat quietly for a time, watching. But neither boy made more than an occasional slight admission of her presence, and she soon grew impatient at the way they were engrossed in their silly game.

"How about playing something we can all do?"

It was Brad who looked up at that. His slightly freckled face looked blank a moment, then drew into a frown. "Like what?"

This particle of interest sent an impish urge through her, and she paused with a mysterious turn of voice, determined to get their attention. "Oh,' I don't know. How about something a little more grown up? Like . . . well, how about spin-the-bottle?"

"Oh, Jesus!"

Brad rolled his eyes, and even Randy had to give a smirking laugh. "That's what you call grown up? Come on, Tish!"

"It is the way I play it," she announced, thinking quickly. "Because when the bottle points at you, you have to kiss that person anyplace he wants!"

All interest in the war game vanished then, as her words sank in. Immediately they both turned suspicious.

"Are you serious?" Randy asked, eyes narrowing.

She nodded, glad to have their undivided attention. "Sure. It's lots of fun that way, once you get started. Come on, let's try it."

Brad looked dubious, blushing fiercely beneath his freckles. "Well . . ."

Neither of them believed the game would live up to the possibilities Tish had so lightly declared, but it was a chance they couldn't pass up. The thought of having a real treat like Tish kissing a guy anywhere he wanted, anywhere at all . . .

Hurrying on, she took advantage of their perked attention. "Get a bottle, Randy, and we'll play on the living room floor."

With those words she didn't wait, but darted off as Brad hesitantly followed and Randy rummaged around and located a used pop bottle.

Seating themselves in a small circle, they began the game under Tish's instructions.

Randy got the first spin, pointing out that it was his house and his bottle. His fingers twisted, and the bottle spun.

And naturally it came to rest on Brad.

Tish giggled at their mutual grimaces. "That really isn't fair, since there are two of you. So to make it even, I'll take the turn of whoever it lands on. Now, where do you want me to kiss you?"

Randy grinned and rolled onto his side, pointing at his rump. "Just plant one on the old rosy cheeks, and remember: if someone chickens out, the game's over. Go on, Tish. Show us how much fun it is!"

Both boys laughed at that. Then they laughed even harder when Tish wrinkled her nose in a pretense of disgust and dutifully bent to place her lips against his denim-clad behind.

Then it was her turn. The bottle settled on Brad, and she made him kiss the toe of her sneaker. That made Randy laugh all the more.

Ears red with embarrassment Brad took his turn. When it fell on Tish he took his revenge, leering and pointing at his crotch. "Now we'll see who's really chicken. What's the matter, Tish? It's your crazy game, so what're you waiting for?"

Obviously, neither boy expected her to go through with it. Their chuckles were assured and expectant as they waited for her to squirm out of the very rules she'd made up.

But the game abruptly ceased to be silly when she moved with unexpected certainty, planting her mouth against his fly and feeling his cock leap in response.

Both boys giggled. Their joking attitude quickly turned into horny embarrassment as she rose smiling. "You see? I told you this would be fun. And now I think it's time we played the advanced version: whatever gets kissed has to be bare. And since there are two of you against me, I should get a kiss from each. That's fair, isn't it?"

Randy was the first to answer, trying to hide the lust that was crawling over his face. "Come on, Tish. This is getting out of hand. You don't expect . . ."

"We'll see." She spoke softly, not hiding a smile of confidence as she reached out and gave the bottle a spin.

By now neither boy was watching the bottle. Their wide eyes were totally on Tish as she watched it stop and giggled mischievously. "Let's see now, where would I like to be kissed?"

The breathless expressions on their faces almost made her laugh as. she pretended to look thoughtful.

Then she brightened. "I know. How about right here?"

With those words her hands flew up to cup her cotton-covered tits.

"Uhhh ..." One of the two gave a stifled gasp as she quickly wiggled out of her tee shirt, then brazenly let it drop.

They stared in mutual shock at the ripe little tits hobbling bare before them.

"Now what's wrong?" she teased, feeling her pink nipples tauten and spike out with delicious reaction. "You're not the ones chickening out, are you? And besides, it works out just right. See? There's one for each of you!"

"This is . . . crazy," Randy managed weakly, his voice cracked. "Tish, you ..."

"Shit," Brad muttered, agog. "Oh shit."

Randy was the first to move. The sight of those luscious familiar orbs dancing before him just the way they had yesterday was too much to pass lip. He ducked forward, followed an instant later by his friend.

"Ahhh ..." Tish trembled as the boys' heads bobbed, and her aching young nipples were grasped by two greedy pairs of lips.

Their tongues flicked her buds into quivering hardness, mouths sucking noisily as she tangled her hands in their hair and arched forward, urging them on.

"Yes, oh yes that's right, suck my titties nice and hard, oh ohhh . . ."

By now her cunt was frothing and burning wildly. She really hadn't expected to go this far, but now she was glad she had. If nothing else, she was certainly getting all their attention!

At last, unable to withstand the need growing within her, she pulled back gasping.

"That. . . ahhh, that was good. Now—now it's your turn."

Still staring at her slick stiff-nippled mounds, neither boy moved immediately. Captivated and confused, they glanced at each other, not quite certain just what she had in mind next.

Realizing this, Tish solved the problem for them.

"I bet I know what you'd like now." She smiled down at their twin bulges, and moved toward Randy on her knees. "I know just what you'd like. And we don't even have to spin for it. I'll just do it . . ."

As she spoke, she was unzipping Randy's jeans. His cock soared up, rigid and huge, and Tish's mouth came down to cover its inflamed head.

"Ummm . . ."

"Oh fuck!" he groaned, twitching as she tongued and teased his prick into throbbing hardness. At the same time one of her hands stole out to work at Brad's jeans as well, and with his help she soon had another thick long cock pumping in a fist as the two boys delighted in this uninhibited game.

Moving her head from one to the other, Tish had both cocks swollen and wagging up, wet from her juicy mouth. With a reluctant lingering kiss on each inflamed prickhead she finally pulled back and reached down to unsnap her own slacks.

Mesmerized, they watched as she pulled her tight jeans down and off, then sat back on the floor propped on her hands with her legs drawn apart, displaying her creamy glistening cunt in its full pink fur-matted splendor.

"Now, how about you?" she asked in a husky voice, observing their still-bared peckers. "If we're going to play my super-advanced version, everything has to be bare. What're you waiting for?"

With that permission spoken, everything was a flurry of motion then. Both boys stripped, shirts and trousers flying. Then they converged on her, hands outstretched and grasping.

She collapsed back on the floor, gasping at those first hungry touches. "Yes, oh yes . . ."

Inquisitive groping fingers strummed her melting cunt, and Brad barked out a laugh. "Man, look at this! She's sucking my finger right up into her pussy!"

"Unnh—" Tish arched as his probe sank into her.

At the same time Randy was rising to his knees, letting his big stiff length of dick slither across her mouth. "Suck it some more, Tish. Let's show Brad just how horny you really are. Take my cock again, yeah, that's it . . ."

His words became a groan as she parted her lips and flicked out her tongue to once more capture his fat bobbing pecker.

"Holy fucking shit!" Brad uttered with delighted amazement. "I can't believe it. She's everything you said she was, Randy. Man, I never saw a girl with such a hot cunt!"

Dimly Tish heard, but she didn't really mind Randy's lack of disgression. It was only natural for boys to brag to their best friends. And besides, at the moment she was too busy sucking his thick hard cock to be upset.

"Oh yeah," he groaned, grinning down at her and twisting his hips in response. "We'll really show Brad what a good piece of ass you are. Eat my pecker good, and then we'll get down to some real fucking, yeahhh ..."

More and more of his prick slid between her parted lips, gliding in and out in a screwing motion that quickly became frantic as he approached orgasm.

Simultaneously Brad's finger had dug knuckle-deep in her twat, and how a second finger was following that. Soon she was hunching up and moaning loudly, coming hard on his stabbing fingers and taking in every inch of Randy's cock with unleashed abandon.

"Mmmuuummmfff ..."

Suddenly Randy lurched, rolling his eyes and gasping.

"Ann!"

Hot spurts of cum filled her mouth, and she greedily gulped them down as Brad reamed her pussy out with sharp stabbing thrusts.

"Guuufffmmm—"

Suddenly she couldn't stand another moment of not having a prick inside her. Even as Randy's shaft twitched and unloaded again and again she reached down, pulling out Brad's fingers and grasping his throbbing dick.

Only too eager to obey he slid between her widespread legs and planted his peckerhead against her sopping pussylips, then heaved.

"Gggaaannnhhh!" she let out a small shriek as his cock drove home and began to fuck in and out of her with all the horny need that had built up in his fuzz-clad balls.

Even as the last tiny spasms of Randy's prick shot its droplets of cream across her tongue she was grinding up insatiably, taking in all of Brad's meat and climaxing with fresh fury.

"That's it!" she wailed, releasing Randy's limp cock and concentrating entirely on the stiff prick pounding into her gushing pussy. "Fuck me good and hard, oh Brad hurry come in me, give me your jizz oh—aaaaahhhhh!'

Surging up frenziedly she wrenched in orgasm, wave after wave of total searing pleasure.

Unable to hold back any longer, Brad heaved and blasted his pent-up cream, filling her cunt with its hot erupting flow.

She arched, taking it all. Then, drooling cock-juice and lapping at the hint of it still on her lips, she sank back.

"Ohhh, yesss . . ."

Drained, the two boys slumped back with grinning astonishment.

"Damn!" Brad blurted, shaking his head and watching his jism seep from her soaked hole. "It was even better than you said. Wow, what a fucking cunt . . ."

"The other end isn't so bad either," Randy returned happily. "You should try it too sometime. Nobody gives head like Tish does!"

They both laughed hoarsely, still gasping.

But Tish was far from finished with those two wonderful big peckers. She rose up, teasing them. "You're not stopping now, are you? We haven't finished the game yet. And remember our rule: first one who stops is chicken! Anyway, why should Brad wait for 'sometime'? Why not right now?"

With those words she scooted up on her hands and knees and bent between Brad's hairy thighs, flicking out a wet pink tongue to caress his slick cock.

Despite its recent use, his prick began to stiffen once more under her urging. Light-brown curls drifted across his thighs, and Tish's full lips captured the knobbed head of his pecker and began to suck on it.

"Jesus!" he muttered huskily. "I can't believe this!"

On hands and knees she swallowed the mixture of cockcream and cuntjuice from his prick and began to bob her head for more, as horny as ever.

Randy was quick to take his cue. Watching his next-door-neighbor's mouth slide back and forth over his friend's shaft was making his cock hard as well, and he immediately slipped around behind her.

Tish felt his hands pushing between her thighs and instinctively spread her legs, blatantly exposing her cum-drenched slit and pink puckered asshole as he slipped the head of his dick into her snatch and worked it all the way in, letting it blossom to full life within her cunt.

Unexpectedly she found herself filled with cock at both ends, and the sensation of being fucked that way had her pussy bursting with fresh juice. Instantly they were a writhing mass of renewed hunger, surging and lunging in joyful unity.

Randy's prick rammed its bone-hard length to her like it never had before, making his balls slap loudly against her thighs and clit with each jab. Every jolt of his massive prong drove her forward, forcing Brad's shaft down her throat as he thrust up harshly.

Suddenly, with a last wrenching heave he swayed up off the floor, and his load of cum blasted in her mouth.

At the same time Randy's prick had her thrashing in orgasm, and when his cock exploded just an instant later, she found herself taking all their jizz at once in an orgy of pure sensation.

" MMMUUUFFFfffmmm—"

With an ecstatic cry of complete satisfaction, Tish took all the cum their cocks had to offer, sucking and hunching backward to impale herself on both beautiful shooting cocks.

Her climax at that was the best she'd ever experienced, and it didn't end until the last gob of cockcream was inside her, until at last both boys fell away exhausted.

She collapsed between them then, utterly satiated in the rapture of her best fuck yet.

Then, pausing just long enough to give each boy's pecker a last kiss, she reached for her clothes and began to dress.

"Hey, where're you going?"

Randy sat up weakly, watching as she slipped into her tee shirt once more and wiggled into her jeans. "You're not leaving now, are you? That means we win!"

"Oh no you don't," she smiled happily, taking a last look down at their reddened drooping peckers. "The game isn't over yet. I'm just giving you both a little breather. You look as if you need it!"

"Very funny," Brad made a face, then grinned. "It's just a good thing you can use that mouth of yours for better things than smarting off. But you're coming back in a little while, aren't you?"

"Oh, I don't know," she shrugged, thoroughly enjoying their hopeful expressions. "Anyway, it doesn't matter. It's beginning to look like this game may take all summer to end. It doesn't look like anybody's going to chicken out before then!"

As she left she heard them both laugh, knowing she was right.