Chapter 1
THE FUNERAL ORGY
The black limousine pulled slowly out of our driveway, headed for the Wryler Funeral Chapel. Mom and my sister, Margeen, were in the back seat.
I watched out of the corner of the drape until they were around the corner. I was completely heart broken. But there were no tears in my eyes. My tears were all cried out the night Mom ordered Daddy out of the house. He had crawled away. Crawled!
As soon as the shiny black car with its hypocritical occupants turned off our block, I went to the phone and called Gil, Tom, and Benny. Benny wasn't at home. Gil and Tom came right over at my request. I wasted no time with my proposition. I'd already thought it all over very carefully. Yep. I had made my plans.
"You guys have wanted to ball me for a long time. Now you can. Benny is included. Don't get the idea he is being left out of this deal. He wasn't at home when I phoned all of you. And I am in a hurry to get this show on the road," I told them both at once. They were sitting on the black leather couch in the den. We were drinking some of Daddy's left over scotch. I had poured it into paper cups which I could throw away so Mom would be none the wiser.
Ordinarily Tom and Gil certainly didn't look alike. But now, they oddly resembled each other because of the way both of their mouths were hanging wide open in a ridiculous dumb gasp. They didn't say a word, so I went on talking. Brief and to the point. Funerals don't last long, so my time was limited.
Well, do you want to screw me or don't you?" I asked them impatiently. I don't have time to be coy. And I don't intend to waste time sneaking around trying to tell each of you that I'm fucking only one of you. We play it my way, or we don't ball. It's like this. I want to get away from my old lady. Forever! I need enough bread to hold me over so I can get a good job. I don't intend to ever come crawling back."
"The law would catch up with you Tiger," Tom said. "It's too bad about your Mom not letting you go to your old man's funeral but...."
"Don't talk about it please," I spoke. I thought my false front would desert me, and I would break down and die myself, like Daddy had. But that would make Mom only too happy. So I swallowed hard, and forced myself to concentrate on the business at hand.
"I know I'm too young to get away with splitting the scene now, dope," I told him. "I'm just preparing for the future. I have a set of rules that will work out very well for all of us." ,.
"Tiger, you're just out of your head with grief," Tom told me, as he exchanged glances with Gil. You ain't ever screwed nobody. Sure we all talked a romp up a bunch. But you ain't ever put out. Why don't you wait a few days to discuss this. Like Tom says, you're in shock now."
"I will find other customers if this is how you feel," I said, shrugging my shoulders nonchalantly. I went to the door of the den which I had closed as a precautionary measure. I put my hand on the knob. "If you guys aren't interested, get out and don't waste my time. I hoped to play it cool and lay only, our own gang. But I can get plenty of other fucking partners. I don't have a minute to waste ... so 'bye."
I noticed with satisfaction that they made no effort to leave. "You really mean business, don't you?" both guys stammered at once.
I hadn't fucked yet. But I had experimented plenty by playing with myself ... masturbating to be technical. And I had read all of the sex manuals and memorized the pictures in all of the books and magazines Daddy had hidden under his dirty clothes hamper. Why he thought sexual advice would help, when he had a frozen cunt like Mom for a wife, I never knew. Unless he reassured himself from his reading that masturbation was now considered healthy instead of a deep black sin!
Yep. I knew how to fuck. I had practiced enough in my imagination. After all, screwing had been making the world go around since Adam and Eve. Anything Eve could do, I figured I could do better. She had only the instinct of doing what comes naturally. I had all of these how to books and mags; plus the instinct. And did I have the DESIRE! Wanting to get humping had kept my pussy at a slow sizzle ... just waiting to catch fire!
It occurred to me now that maybe in my haste I'd been too cold and abrupt. But what was I supposed to do when I only had about an hour and a half at the most? Play footsies with the both of them? Or let them think they had seduced me? Forget it! If I could be honest, so could the boys. Why not a simple straight forward, "LET'S FUCK."
I went over and sat down between my hot to go boys, and got on with it. I put my left hand over Gil's cock, and my right hand over Tom's cock. Right away both tools jumped out, and hardened like they were live snakes trying to beat their way out of a long bondage into wide open freedom. I loved cocks for sure! If it felt this good just in my hand, I thought to myself, what would it be like to get those two dicks working full blast inside my pussy. Oh, I had an idea how it would feel. I knew my Daddy's cock. (But that was innocent.) This would be good raw old sex. YIPPEEEE!
Nope. I didn't need to be experienced to know those cocks would feel a lot better inside of my tingling, throbbing pussy than in the palm of my hands.
Both of my fellows got as excited as blubbering idiots right away. And I was as hot to trot as they were. I wanted to get to the screwing right now. But before we started, I wanted them to understand-just how we were going to play the game. First, no freebees. (Freebees means no free sex. I got it from an article by a professional call girl.) Next, each and every session would be five bucks each. I needed the money, and if I started to give away free pussy, or give discounts, it would be expected of me all of the time. And nobody was to get slobbery and expect me to go steady. Or to fuck singly. One guy couldn't come up with that much dough. Besides, why should I stick to one dong, when I'd dreamed of dozens ever since I could remember?
So I unzipped both Tom and Gil's levis and rubbed their cocks gently, as I gave them a run-down on my conditions. Man! Was it fun to compare one dick to the other! Both cocks jumped up and hardened together like they were dancers in a chorus line. Gil was my age. His cock stood right up, nice and long, and the head got bright purple. Tom would be sixteen in a few weeks. His cock was short but thick, and it kept dancing like it was trying to reach out and grab.
I knew from Daddy's book just how to jerk them off. Or rather, how to bring them close to coming. After all, I didn't want to waste my first portion of this good stuff in the palm of my hand. So I held each cock tightly but gently, and pulled that deliciously soft skin up and down over those bleating penis tips, just until both guys completely forgot their previous hesitations. Then I stood up and pulled down my white jersey shorts, under which I had nothing on. A very anxious pussy was waiting there. It would be standing up, jumping for joy just like those cocks if only it could.
As it was, my clit was bleating like a lost lamb searching for it's mother's teat.
"Hurry," I said, "we'll do it on the floor on this old beach blanket. I can't have any ruined furniture or beds that my mom might notice."
As I talked, I laid down on the blanket and spread my legs ... just a little bit. Both guys dived at me at once. I was instantly burning for those alert pricks. My eager ass automatically raised off the floor to meet them.
"One at a time you guys!" I cautioned. "Remember, I'm new at this."
They both hesitated sort of awkwardly, standing there in their clothes, with nothing but that pulsating hard-on standing out there all alone.
A feeling of satisfaction surged through me. "I have a good idea," I said. "The first one who gets his pants off is the first one to climb inside this brand new Tiger puss." I looked them straight in the eye, grinned, and spread my legs wider. I knew the pink jewel peeking out at them was enticing. I'd laid on the bathroom floor once and looked at the inside of my cunt in the long mirror on the door.
I was only fourteen years old. But I had matured very steadily. I had a thick blanket of soft black fuzzy hair hiding that yummy dessert. It didn't take me but a piece of a second to see how this sight affected Tom and Gil. They fell all over their crazy selves trying to get their pants down. Tom finally won, because Gil was slowed down when he couldn't get his tight Levi's legs off over his big boots.
Tom got down on the floor on his knees. Then he lifted one leg over me until he was astraddle me. Then he sank down on me, searching my cunt with a big hand that fumbled so badly I had to reach down and get that big wonderful stick and guide it home for him.
That cock in my unused hole was a trifle tight. But at the first feel of that hardness between my legs, I was just as excited as Tom was. I juiced up like magic. The first thought I had was, "Oh God, why did I wait so damned long to get fucked?"
We were both groaning and grunting and awwing! Wow. It was sort of difficult to get that wonderful thing in far enough. And believe me I wanted it all the way in! So I sort of hunched, then wiggled, first to the right, then to the left. It was teamwork right away with us. As I wiggled that cock in, Tom pushed downward, groaning all the while. Every sound he made excited me, and made me open up that hole and cream all the more. And soon, the first pain was all gone. I didn't care about it at all, because the best feeling I'd ever had followed. It tickled the walls of my eager pussy cat until all I felt was GOOD! DELICIOUS!
WONDERFUL!
Once we fit together properly, Gil started rocking up and down, faster and faster. With each move I was afraid that new toy would get away. To make sure that pole didn't escape, I rocked right up to meet it.
Gil was watching. I guess. I can safely say I doubt if he turned his head to the corner. But I was too busy to check him out, or even remember he was there. Until I felt him stoop at my head, and reach up around my sides and get his hands between Tom and me. Then he cupped my boobs and squeezed and pinched my nipples until they were hard little knobs. Zowy! I tingled at both ends. And I came too. Who wouldn't. Between the both of them going at me, and Tom's loud "UHHHHHH" as he shot his load in me, and feeling that hot juice shooting right into my twinging cunt for the first time, I definitely shot mine out to meet Tom's. I thought I would faint from sheer bliss!
"Get the hell off," Gil said, "It's my turn." Tom didn't answer. He kept lying right on top of me, letting his cock soak in my wet nest. And as we held this position, that soft bone of Tom's went right on throbbing, giving constant, little but delicious jerks. OWIEE! I could feel that great tool growing thick again. More than eager to go a second round, I started rocking my ass. I was fucking that stiff baby. And how!
Gil was having none of this. He leaned over us and yanked Tom off by the hair of his head.
"Goddam you," Tom yelled. He drew back his fist to let Gil have one across the jaw.
I wiggled out from under Tom quickly. "No fighting," I said. "I forgot to tell you. Freebee's is rule number two. Number one is 'no fighting.' "Now Gil is right," I told Tom. "It's his turn. We'll drag our sessions out as long as you like later. But today I have to hurry. Gil gets his turn today, and always. Just the same as you Tom."
"Yea," Gil agreed. And he fell down on me, where I'd rolled away from Tom. He slid that long rod right home and away we went, romping like a rodeo rider on a bucking, fucking horse.
Tom mellowed and sat down on the floor beside us and cheered. "Right on, Gilly buddy. Ram it to the Tiger puss. Our Tiger has the warmest, tightest little pussy going. Fuck her man, fuck her!"
And Gil did just that. This was his first fuck too. But he did fine. Tom's cheering stimulated us just like a cheerleader does the team at a ball game. The more he encouraged us, the faster and more furiously Gil socked it to me. And the more he pounded that dick home to me, the better I liked it! In fact, I liked it so well I moaned and panted and yelled. Then I came right with Gil! I bit him on the neck and cried out for joy.
Boy I sure hated to end it all! I wanted nothing more than to go on ... to get Tom's thick daddy back in me while Gil's joy stick regained strength. Like I saw that Tom's had as soon as Gil moved off me, and stood up to put his pants back on. But for today, this short but lovely party had to be it.
As the saying goes, with 'one fell swoop' I stood up and pulled on my shorts, and held out my hand for my money. Ten bucks for all that fun! What my poor dumb loveable boys would never know was this. If I had to, to get fucked like this again, I would gladly pay them!
"You guys have got to split," I said, "the funeral will be over any minute."