I knew where the party was going before Warren finished his second hamburger for dinner. Lorrie had been giving him the eye and not being very coy about it either. I was tickled seeing him so confused. I guessed that he really wanted to be with me. Lorrie had made sure she was hanging close to him though. She laughed at everything he did and said, took every opportunity to touch him even if it was in a kidding way.
I wanted Warren too, but I couldn't keep my eyes off Keith. Shorter, tanner and with that stringy bunch of long hair… he seemed exotic after hearing what Lorrie had told me about his adventures.
We drank some beer. Keith didn't want any and opened a bottle of pop instead. I was starting to get nervous about smoking any grass… I couldn't swear that everybody was cool about it just because they seemed cool. But borne brought out a joint and lit up. Keith had two hits and passed. I was piggy and wiped myself out. But the buzzy high did what I wanted it to. It broke down my sense of propriety, I wasn't the oldest at the table anymore, nor the person who was supposed to mind the shop at all times.
Then Keith put his hand on my knee under the table. What a cocky little dude, he was! I looked at him in mock challenge, but his fingers only squeezed harder. His hand was hot and small and smeared with dust from the street.
I sneaked my own hand under and squeezed his fingers in mine. The effect on my cunt was devastating. Half in confusion, half in fear, I got up from the table and put the dirty dishes in the sink.
Lorrie had at last captured Warren's attention. She had worn a net top and he was starting to try and find her nipple on the other side of the almost transparent material. She had donned a dress for the occasion, too, but she acted as if she were still in jeans. She scratched high up on her thigh, didn't bother pulling down the hem when she squatted or sat. In a moment or two they disappeared into the shop "to look at an old minor."
I was rinsing off the last dish when Keith came up behind me and nuzzled against my back. I turned, pressed a hand against his cowboy shirt. He had worn boots, too, and our eyes met almost at the same level. He kissed me roughly. I was so surprised that I felt like someone his own age, a shy little schoolgirl.
"Hey, don't you even give a girl a warning?"
He seemed a little off balance. I could see that his base of experience wasn't as broad as he pretended. He kissed me again and this time we hugged each other tightly. I could feel the heat from his chest, the hardness of his buckle against my belly.
Holding his face still, I kissed him like I wanted to be kissed. Slowly, lots of tongue, lots of brushing tickles… not quite touching.
"See, you touch with your mouth… I can feel it."
He blushed. "That does feel nice, I guess." He had the high cheekbones, the raw Western look of a young cowhand.
"Are you tan like this all over?"
"Maybe not everywhere." This time there was no shyness. He watched my eyes. I felt naughty and seductive. I was dying to uncover this stud who'd fucked his sister.
"Let's go in here," I said, leading him towards my bedroom. "I want to see just how far this tan goes."
He let me unsnap his shirt and yank the tail out. His chest was hairless like Warren's and I smoothed my palms over it, licked a nipple until he winced and twisted away.
"That gets me." He undid his belt, sat on the edge of the bed. "Do girls like to do that to boys as much as boys like to do it to girls?"
"Depends on the girl, I guess." I pulled off his boots, peeled his socks, yanked at the tight Levi's until they came off all at once. I almost staggered against the wall.
He was skinny-limbed, white around the crotch where a pair of swim trunks had been. His cock was rigid, bobbing from a sparse tangle of brownish curls… hardly any hair at all. That pretty cock was white too. But everywhere else the smooth tan extended, even to the tops of his feet.
"You must swim a lot."
"There's an old hole up behind our place." He seemed completely at ease sitting there buck naked while I was still dressed. I broke out of my hazy, high trance and began to take off my own things. When I got down to my panties, I stopped.
"Maybe you'd like to take these off."
Keith stood behind me and edged the elastic down over my pelvis. When the crotch band came away from my pussy, it made a wet sound and I realized that the silk had been folded up inside my cunt. The friction of it being pulled away from my clit made me gasp.
"You got nice hips," Keith said.
His manner kept taking me by surprise. He wasn't seductive, or even very sexy with the way he touched, kissed, undressed. But the fact that he knew about fucking came through loud and strong.
We collapsed on the bed, wrapped in each other's embrace. I smoothed his matted, dusty hair and kissed his cheeks. He kissed back, no expert, but no dummy either. When we worked our mouths together finally, he tried to kiss like I'd showed him a moment before. I gave him my tongue as a reward. It started happening.
Keith went for my tongue hard, sucking at it, panting through his nose like crazy. My fingers touched the small of his back, searched for other happy spots… and found another. He liked me to touch the crack of his ass. Not deep, just lightly where the two muscled halves came together. He grunted like a greedy little pig.
With one hand tickling his ass and the other at the nape of his neck, I fed him more tongue, letting him suck until it hurt. He finally had to stop and breathe in huge lungfuls.
"Christ… you're lots different than other girls."
"I guess I'm not really a girl any more." Licked his nose. "Kind of wish I was." I was thinking of Lorrie's compact little body, her fresh, peach smooth face.
Keith nuzzled my neck. My skin dampened with his breath and I found his own neck with my tongue, then his chest and nipples. He writhed under the tickling friction and his ass moved spasmodically. It was like sensing his most basic instincts to feel that movement, that upward hunch which tightened the muscles in his back and thighs and buttocks. Those same contractions probably stimulated his prostate, I figured, and added tension to the nerves at the base of his cock.
He seemed to want to kiss my breasts, and happily I squirmed onto my back and pressed his mouth down. He'd done it before… I knew that. But he was a little afraid of hurting me. The texture of my nipples and the circle of softness surrounding my tit. I watched his tongue rub the tip of one nipple until I was holding my breath from wanting him to rub more.
"It won't hurt me," I whispered. "Bite my tit a little."
Keith nibbled. The sharp line of his teeth grasped my nipple, cut it tenderly with feeling. A rush of lust made me clutch his shoulders.
"Ohhhh Keith, that feels so sweet!"
He moved to the other breast and applied what he'd just learned. The nipple rose quickly out of its fleshy bed and he sucked it deep. I sensed hot blood rushing to my pussy.
A wild thought plunged me into feverish wiggling. My pussy needed eating so bad. Since Warren had made a half-assed attempt at it I'd been obsessed with the idea. And now I could easily imagine how fine Keith's full-lipped mouth would feel on my cunt. It was worth a try.
Gingerly I scooted upwards, pressing his head down at the same time. He kissed my tits, my belly… not very passionately, but good enough to make me thrill. I was anticipating more.
When Keith's chin brushed my pubic tangle, he cast grey eyes up at me. At that angle I realized just how much he really did look like his sister Lorrie. There was the trace of a smile on his lips, a smile that said he wanted to kiss me more, kiss me lower. I smiled back, widened my thighs. Almost as if I'd felt it, I knew he had seen my scorpion. Keith and I had been side by side. He hadn't really explored my body very thoroughly and the tattoo stayed pretty well hidden until I threw my knees wide and squatted. I thought often of how it lived there a few inches from one cuntlip, directly beneath my warm mound.
Keith's fingers dug into the fleshy part of my ass. He was looking at the fierce creature, its stinger curled towards the damp well of my body.
"It won't bite." I laughed, ruffled his hair. I told him about my little pet before he asked a lot of dumb questions. Keith was still staring at it when I guided him down, made his lips wet the insides of my thighs.
I lay my head back, dropped arms to my sides. It was up to Keith now. My thighs were parted, my tender cunt exposed completely. A muscle in my calf twitched and sent a shiver up my thigh. I strained to part my pussy more. A surge of hot juice flooded out from deep within my pussy.
Keith was silent now that he was entranced with my cunt. Every girl is built differently down between her thighs. Like ears or noses, pussies can be full of curlicues or simply formed. My own cunt had rather small outer lips and larger inner ones. When I was hot, like I was now, the inner lips (which were usually tucked wetly out of sight) swelled enough to hang out of my cunt like glossy tongues. The touch of a finger when they were like that sent me into shivering spasms of pleasure. And with my thighs thrown apart, even more of their tender surfaces were exposed for play. And now Keith was beginning to play.
"Oh God, Keith honey, if you knew what that felt like…"
He was holding apart the blood-filled inner lips with his fingers while he licked wetly trough the entire length of my clit… starting at the bottom with the tip of his tongue and lapping it noisily up, up, until my clit was pushed back into its hood. The third time my clit didn't push back. It stood up against the pressure of his licking. Spit coursed down around it, wet my pubic thatch with dew.
I was afraid to move, afraid I might pull too far away from the lovely torture of his tongue… but my hips were guided by forces I couldn't control. They dipped and then plunged upwards again, wetting Keith's cheeks with the slick juice from my cunt.
Keith's hot and humid breath bathed my pussy. I writhed, knotted my fists against the sheet. I wanted to give him even more cunt to eat!
I grabbed my ankles with shaking hands and, pulling my knees almost straight, stretched back. My legs jabbed high above Keith's bobbing head. He nuzzled deeper into my oozing cunt. The sounds were sloppy, slurping sounds. Greedy little pig! I loved it! My pussy was getting eaten alive! It had been far, far too long since something so nice had happened.
"Baby, baaaby! Keep eating my cunt!" I gasped.
His strong hands were under my ass now as he wiggled his chin deep against the beginning of my hole and sucked. My clit and cuntlips were sucked between his teeth. He nibbled, too carefully really, but I understood his hesitation.
I tightened the pressure of my arms. My toes pointed high into the air, feet held there by my hooked fingers as I rocked gently under Keith's mouth. The grazing caresses of his tongue had already brought me very close. Now it was just a tease, a tease of my clit. Though he didn't know it, it would only take a steady rush of concentrated licking over my tender clit to bring me off. Another few seconds passed… took me closer to that one-way tunnel. I wanted it now! Couldn't wait!
"Honey… Keith… kiss me hard there, lick my pussy… Uhhhh!"
He was lapping my cunt like a dog in heat. The sloppy kissing made my back stiffen, already tense in the forced position I'd been holding. The mattress bounced, and I realized that I was doing it, my ass jumping against his teeth and tongue.
Keith had to know I was coming. I let my ankles go and scissored his head between my thighs. I felt his ears pressing into the warm flesh near my scorpion. My blistered clit burned like an ember against the friction of his sucking tongue.
I felt the tiny bumps that covered Keith's tongue… it felt like soft sandpaper. He raked its surface across my cuntlips again and again, until the jolts of intense pleasure expanded like ripples in a pond, coursing out through every nerve. I squirmed snakelike against the sheet under my back. I scratched nails across my tits, found a nipple and pinched it. The sucking noise of his lips against my pussy made me gasp and press inward with my ass.
I collapsed. Eyes closed, shoulders trembling. Done. Finished. It had been lovely. It had been the most excruciating joy I'd ever experienced from a man eating my cunt.
"You're good…" I tried to focus without my glasses.
Keith was sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand on my hip. I thought he looked a little spaced. He was wiping his cheeks with the tail of his shirt. His cock jutted up from his crotch purply hard at the tip, white and long the rest of the way back. It seemed big for a kid his age. I knew he must be dying to fuck me.
"I never really ate pussy before," he said, voice so low I hardly heard him. He was alternately shy and not-so-shy. He had fallen into shyness now. He grinned at me, turning not-so-shy. "It got me pretty horny."
I ignored my weakness, sat up on the bed. I took his cock.
"Come on… you need to fuck me now, I'll bet."
"Guess I do."
He crawled between my legs. I felt the pressure of his stiff prick push aside the ravished tissues of my pussy, slip upwards past the tight opening and into the warm inner grip of my cunt. Folds of cuntflesh curved around his glans.
He held his weight up off me on his elbows, hands hooked over the backs of my shoulders. Gently he fucked in, pulled his cock back out, fucked in deeper than before. His exhaled breath was gaspy. It came against my neck in hot puffs. And I knew what had happened. Some men got really wired tight when they ate pussy. Especially if it was their first time. Keith was closer than I'd thought to coming. He shoved deep, pulled his cock back again and then started to fuck in quick short jabs.
"Keith honey… Oh, your cock's so big inside!" Whispers against his ear. I felt the effect immediately in his hardened grasp of my body, the more strident grind of his cock fucking my cunt.
"Ohhh Jeez!" he cried, coming.
His mouth floundered against my chin, hunting for a warm wet place to suck. I slithered my tongue between his lips. As he sucked, his ass bunched and spasmed.
I strained to feel the jetting jizz inside me, knew I should have made him put on a rubber. It was all too quick, all too passionate to think straight. Our teeth grated. Keith pulled wetly on my tongue, licking it with his own until he ground out the last squirt of his come and softened in my embrace.
I smoothed his back with my palms. It felt nice having him on me. I'd always hated a man's body crushing me, but now could feel nice things happening. The warm odors of Keith's body, the sweat of my breasts on his chest, his cock nestling cozily in my cunt. I closed my eyes and dozed.