It was dark in the room when the sound of the door awakened me. Coming up through spiraling fogs of sleep, I wiped my eyes, tried to focus on the vague, slender shape outlined for a moment in the light from the moon. The door closed and all I could see was shadows.
"Warren?" My hand touched a taut belly, warm from sleep… or from Lorrie. My knee brushed Keith, still sleeping nearby.
"Yeah, it's me," Warren whispered.
He knelt on the mattress, touched my shoulder. My own hand had accidentally slipped to his crotch and, as if nature planned it that way, my fingers curled around his cock. It was hot and hard.
"I can't see you."
"Lorrie got tired." Warren's blond hair brushed my cheek. "…and anyway I kept thinking about you in here."
I hugged him, kissed his shoulder. "Not jealous, are you?"
"I don't know how to feel." He gestured with a sigh at the room, at Keith, at my naked, hot body. Car lights flicked across the ceiling and away.
"You know… I don't know how to feel either." I laughed, put my fingers against his cheek. "I'm glad you came in."
I touched his cock again, pushed the foreskin all the way back. The hunger in my belly was not for food. I could smell the come smears, smell the sexy musk of Lorrie's cunt on Warren's prick. The dark, the dim sensual shadows of the time and place… I knew I was taking chances I'd never taken before. Just sitting naked on a bed with two males was enough to make my skin burn. And the more I fed my desires, the more I wanted.
"I hope Todd doesn't come back…"
"Naw," Warren said. "He stays up by the lake at least two nights when he goes. It's a long walk." He chuckled, as if at what his older brother, half brother, was missing. I wondered if I would be fucking Todd too before the week was out… then immediately I felt ashamed at my fearless appetite.
All the hip, cool things I'd done in my life seemed like folly compared to what I was letting happen now. And I guess I was starting to get a little frightened. Warren touched my belly, curled his fingers under my cuntmound and pressed until I heard the wetness of a finger divide my cuntlips. I rose on the bed, gasped.
"Ohhhh… what do you want me…" My head flopped to one side. Warren kissed me with obvious pleasure at my weak and giddy condition. It was so strange, this change within me… this subtle change I felt as I lost control. Control. I'd always wanted it. But I was losing it now. Or did I really care? I let Warren cradle me back in his arms, wet my face with adolescent kisses.
Keith made sounds of waking but he turned half over and slipped back into shallow sleep. The room, our bodies seemed strange and yet so familiar. Wordlessly he caressed, arranged our bodies against one another until I was on my hands and knees, pulled there I dimly realized. Warren had turned me over, brought me to my knees.
His fingers played against the insides of my thighs, touched my scorpion. The inner lips of my cunt were swollen out. As Warren touched them, they wet his knuckles. I supported myself like a mare waiting to be mounted. Warren's thighs were close to my own, his knees touched the sides of mine. I widened my cunt for him. My pussylips peeled open and I felt the glossy head of his cock fucking into my juicy tissues.
"Uhhh… Warren… maybe you better put on a rubber."
"What," he breathed, kissing, touching, fucking me with the first two inches of his steaming hard prick.
My mouth opened, closed again. Wordless. Rubber, a rubber would keep me from… I sucked a breath, blew it out. The muscles around my cunt expanded back from the streamline shape of his exposed glans. I felt the wrinkled collar of his foreskin where it was forced back. His cock was inside me deeper now, fucking slowly as the cuntjuice seeped slickly from my tender parts.
Pregnant. Didn't want to get… My teeth clicked together. I pinched my bottom lip, let my head droop between my arms as I strained to hold myself up. Come! Hot come! It felt so good knowing that there was nothing to restrain it, nothing to keep his come from jetting inside. Slick and stringy come. I'd had a little in my mouth.
Accident of course. But I realized I'd always had a fear of it. And didn't now. Now I only wanted to learn more about semen. The sticky rub of seed between thumb and finger, the odd flat taste, the starchy way it dried on my thighs. Pregnant. Did I even care? How could I not care?
Warren's cock stabbed deep. I felt the swing of his balls with my fingers, almost crumpled forward and had to catch myself again. No, I didn't care. Keith had put his come into my pussy and now I wanted Warren's.
Keith stirred again, rolled over onto his back. So close. The lovely dark room, our bodies just smears of whiteness. I shifted sideways until my arms formed an arch over Keith's body. It was like being drunk though I had had no alcohol. Drunk with realization. The surprise of seeing how good it was to be one of three naked people on a bed. And though I had never dug orgy scenes, I told myself that this was different. We were all children, playing. I felt as young as Lorrie now, with the refined senses of my twenty-eight years. The best of both worlds.
"Wha's going on?" Keith rubbed a fist against one eye, blinked.
I dropped down over him, dropped onto elbows. "Shhh, I'm going to do something nice to you." Warren muffled a short laugh. He was holding himself still, or frying to. In the dark I thought I saw Keith frown.
"That Warren?"
"Yeah," I kissed his belly. "We're all just playing…"
Keith stirred, tried to sit up. I pushed him down. It was more comfortable now with the weight off my arms. And I could smell my own dried cuntjuices on Keith's limp cock. I cradled the soft prick in my fingers and kissed it.
Keith stopped stirring. He was holding his breath. I didn't know how two boys might feel about what had magically begun to happen. I didn't know how I felt about it. I just liked it so far. Warren's cock left my pussy, all but the tip. Then he smoothly jammed it forward, up, up, up into my cunt. It wasn't a big cock, but it filled me. It made me know I was a woman and that a male was mounted behind. Our juice-slicked parts melded with lovely wet sounds.
"Is Warren…?" It was Keith again. "Is he… fucking you?"
"Shhh," I breathed, touching the tip of my tongue against the underside of his thickening cockshaft. "It's gonna be fun."
Keith grunted, obviously still sleepy. But his cock was erecting under my subtle licks. Wetting his prick heightened the musky aroma of our previous fucking so I wet it some more. In the dim star-glitter from the window I could see the glossy mess I was making. Now even his balls were becoming drenched with my spit.
"Ohhhh wow! Keep sucking on my cock!" Keith gasped.
I held his cock between my thumb and first finger. The tip sagged over to one hide but with each beat of his heart, his cock began to straighten before my eyes. I opened my lips and took it in, shaft, balls and all.
Keith went rigid, then trembled all over. He widened his thighs, an instinctive reaction I thought as I juggled his balls with the tip of my tongue. I held my mouth over his prick and balls until his cock had hardened enough to spear towards my throat. Not wanting to gag, I took my lips away, got a breath and then circled just his swelling crown. My tongue moved, lapping the underside of his sweet cockmeat until it grew rigid and hot. I gently jacked the skin behind the tip as I sucked.
Warren had his hands on my hips now so he could keep my pussy from moving away. He shoved his prick deep, slipped slowly out and shoved deep again. A steady, unhurried fuck rhythm. His cock was very hard. I could feel it gouge the walls of my pussy. My cunt was tightened by my position and, when his prick was as deep as he could go, my pussy became even tighter.
I shifted slightly, and Keith bent his knees up until my mouth worked between the slender walls of his thighs. He put a foot up over my back, then the other. The sensation of being captured against him, my mouth on his cock, was exciting me to madness. I slurped ravenously over the hot meat. It wasn't hard to take his cock very deep into my mouth. I could still almost take him balls and all because his cock wasn't as long as a man's prick would be. But I found that what he liked best was for me to bob my head up and down very fast, then stop and flutter my tongue tip against the sensitive glans.
Keith's cockhead was much larger than the slender shaft of his cock. It flared out like a mushroom, and I could lick underneath the tumid, hot flesh. Lick and suck until his ass lurched from the bed and I had to bob up and down again. Keith crossed his ankles over my back and squeezed his thighs against my ears. He squeezed more, moaning deep in his throat. I was half aware of what my position was, my helplessness. And when his fingers wound themselves deep in my long hair, I knew I was a prisoner.
I guess I knew too that no man in the world could take much more cocksucking… not like I was doing it to Keith. But I went on. My mouth rippled and clung to the tip and shaft of his cock. I teased him with light, nibbling bites. My teeth sank gently into the spongy crown. Holding him like that, I tongued the tiny slit of his cock until he writhed, moaning. But all the while he clenched me ever tighter in the vise of his thighs.
The hard prick inside my pussy, the rhythmic fucking by Warren, had rubbed every nerve into excruciating, tingling life. And what made it better was my mouth around Keith's cock. To be filled and filled again. Pussy and mouth. Both overflowing with cock.
I bathed Keith's cock with hot spit, Warren with love-hot cuntjuice. The smacking sound of my mouth, Keith's musky odor, and the slick slurp of a cock in my cunt was bringing me higher every second.
I'd never done it this way before, never. I'd never even thought of trying it. It seemed like such a difficult thing to arrange, so clinical. People taking certain positions in a strange bedroom. It smacked of blue movies or swingers trying to prove their prowess. But Keith and Warren and I fucked and sucked together with hardly a word, and, as our bodies tensed, I felt a sharing. Each thrilling movement seemed to course through all our bodies as if we were wired magically together.
Warren was fucking me with growing lust. His lunges were vicious, wonderful feeling stabs and I pressed back against his cock when it went deep into my cunt. In seconds I felt the growing itch around my clitoris send fevered throbs through my whole body.
Wet, cock-slurred words bubbled at the corners of my mouth as my back arched with the first trembling rush of my orgasm. Warren heard me, knew I was coming and moaned too.
"…Shelby… love you… Uhh, Shelby!"
The shivering ecstasy of our coming together made me crazy with sucking. My mouth seemed to convulse like my pussy was doing, and I sucked at Keith's rigid prick in a frenzy. He writhed, pumped his hips up so that the cocktip tickled my throat. I wallowed over him. His glans raked my cheek, bulging it but on one side while my tongue raged against the tender undershaft.
My pussy contracted violently around Warren's cock. In his wild fucking, his prick slipped out of me for a second, long enough for a hot jet of semen to spurt across my belly. Steadying his frothing, ejaculating prick, he fucked me full again and I heard him gasp with relief as the next spurt boiled out into the hot folds of my pussy. I bucked my ass as another turbulent thrill racked my senses… coming, I was coming so good! Dying with dazzling shivers, I opened my jaws and took Keith's cock into my throat. A spurt of seed burst hotly, trickled across my tongue.
"Ahhh! Keep sucking, Shelby!"
It was instinct that made me try and pull away, the old fear I'd always had of swallowing a man's semen. Though I'd tasted it, even licked a little from the end of a male cock before taking my mouth away, I still wanted to jerk back. But Keith's thighs made that impossible. He clenched tighter, pulling my hair with both hands to keep me over him.
I was dizzy with what was happening. I was dizzy from the tingles of my own orgasm that still pulsed at my loins, dizzy from the slick jizz that leaked into my cunt hair. And now as my tongue licked around Keith's cock, I felt almost as if I might faint.
The semen boiled thickly from his cocktip. It formed a slickened film between my tongue and his cock that made my sucking friction even more tantalizing. Keith had me firmly in his grasp and as the lust took over his body, he fucked me, fucked my mouth as deep as he could! His lurching, foaming cock flooded hot curds! I resisted swallowing for a while until finally I had to. The semen leaked from my mouth, dribbled down my chin. I counted the pulses, or tried to… six, seven… finally eight spurts and then they died away.
There was no time, no nothing after all that delicious fucking and sucking. I fell to one side, half on Keith. Warren slumped too, head cradled under one of my arms, hand against my come-drenched pussy. I remembered smiling to myself as consciousness began to rise… I'd sucked cock. All the way. Come in my mouth, on my chin, tummy, legs… smeared everywhere! Everything was smeared, the room even smeared against my eyes. I was just as glad I couldn't see perfectly without glasses. It had made everything a lovely, dream. So much better than having to face reality.
Just before I fell asleep, I thought I heard Lorrie in the hall, looking for Warren probably. The bounce of the bed as she climbed in.
And sometime just before dawn I awakened just long enough to hear her whispery demand. "Oh, please fuck me, Warren! It'll feel good… come on… fuck me!" Rustling sounds of sheets. The slick parting of wet pussylips. And finally the contented moan from Lorrie's throat as Warren began to fuck her.
I awoke to the hellish sound of someone beating on the front door of the shop.
"Hey kids!" I shook Lorrie first, punched her brother Keith, who was curled in a ball near the head of the big bed. Warren pushed himself up on his elbows and frowned at me. The banging continued.
"Come on! Everybody dressed. I don't know who the hell this might be!"
Lorrie padded back to Warren's room and Warren went sleepily along behind her while I dove into my jeans and grabbed a T-shirt from my drawer. Keith sat naked, scratching his head.
"Does your mother know where you and Lorrie were last night?"
"We told her we were eating at a friend's place. She doesn't ever seem to care much." He shrugged, went on scratching his head.
As I watched him put a foot in his jeans, I felt as if I was in possession of something taboo.
The banging increased in volume. I weaved down the hall. Someone was trying to break the Goddamn door!
"Coming!"
The woman stepped back as I fooled around with the lock, finally got it open.
"I'm Mrs. Tyler…" She smiled, but her eyes were hard. "Did my two kids come down here last night?"
"Oh… Mrs. Tyler." I realized I hadn't even known Lorrie and Keith's last name. I was stalling for time to think. "Well, yes, they did."
"I know Lorrie is sweet on Todd Lomax. I'm not sure I approve, but what can you do when there's no man around the house." She glanced at my bare feet, studied my face. "You the new girl that runs the shop?"
Big smile to round off her sharp corners. "Yes, I'm Shelby Jean Pomeroy…"
"Lorrie mentioned you." Her heavily made-up eyes verged on suspicion and trust. "Said you'd invited her and her brother down for supper. Well, they never showed up at home last night. I work tables at the Blacksmith till they close and a friend asked me out afterwards…" She seemed nervous, tried to get back on more solid footing. It dawned on me that Mrs. Tyler was hung over. "Anyway when they still weren't home this morning, I decided I'd better come lookin'." She glanced over my shoulder as if hinting to be asked inside.
"We all sat around talking," I said, pretending innocence, "and it got late so…" I shrugged. "I didn't want them to have to walk home in the dark and my car isn't running very…"
"Is that Todd here?" Mrs. Tyler interrupted.
"No. He's camping somewhere in the mountains."
"Where'd everybody sleep?"
"Warren and Keith in his room, Lorrie and I in mine." I made myself look her square in the eyes. Honesty, the best policy and all that kind of thing. She hadn't been a bad-looking woman in her time, but her nightlife had cut lines around her eyes and mouth. The make-up only seemed to accentuate her tiredness.
"Warren? Todd's brother?" Mrs. Tyler did not approve. I swallowed sharp fear.
"Don't worry, Mrs. Tyler, Lorrie was with me the whole…"
"I don't like it, I just don't." She peered over my shoulder again, but I wanted to make sure the kids had a chance to get some clothes on.
"If you'd like me to fix you some coffee…"
"I had some coffee." She nodded her head towards the back of the shop. "They in there?"
"Yes, we were just thinking of fixing some breakfast."
"Past ten, little late for breakfast." She came into the shop. "How late did you all sleep, anyway?"
I let that one fly on by. I wanted to kick Mrs. Tyler in the ass, get her out of the shop. But she strode directly to the back and into the kitchen. Lorrie and Keith were standing by the refrigerator, Keith with a glass of orange juice. I felt the tension in my guts break, flow away. Those crazy kids had been so happy-go-lucky about it all that I wasn't ready for their old lady.
"Who said you could spend the night?" Mrs. Tyler demanded. I noticed that the heels were run down on the shoes she wore and her jacket had one frayed sleeve. Keith and Lorrie just looked at her. Blank, dumb-kid looks. I knew the scene.
"I don't see why it matters," Lorrie offered. She took Keith's orange juice and sipped.
"Eating here's one thing, sleeping is something else." Mrs. Tyler wheeled, started back towards the shop. "I want you both home right away…"
Wren emerged from his bedroom and the four of us exchanged conspiratorial looks as the front door jangled its bell. There was some shyness in the looks too, as if our night together had been a little wilder than any of us had planned.
Lorrie walked with a slight gimp and Keith didn't say much, though I caught him looking at me plenty. It was so nutty, the whole far-out night. I felt like a mother protector who'd flipped. The Great Mother who'd been swarmed by her children. And only now was I remembering how much jizz I'd taken into my body.
But the kids were jiving each other, the day was going to sliver in a dozen directions and I let it. When the place emptied, I opened the shop as usual and returned to the inventory check.
A rush of customers in the afternoon buoyed my spirits. I sold a large bureau and a mirror.
Warren had taken a pack and gone off into the woods to look for his brother. I made up my mind not to go hunting for worry until worry came looking for me.