The cock continued to throb in her for an impossibly long minute as Zeke continued to spill his seed, filling Cindy's cunt until the juices frothed together, ran out her slit and down her thighs. Elsie yanked on her hair as her own great explosion came, her cunt grinding against Cindy's mouth, until the girl knew that she must break free or die from oxygen starvation… and Elsie released her, falling back, eyes closing in a long sigh.
"Ahbhhhh, God! Beautiful… beautiful!"
"Yeah!" said Zeke softly, his eyes closed. "Oh, Jesus, Jesus! I feel like my balls melted!"
"Oh!" said Cindy, working her jaw. "Oh, God! Please… please, let me up now!"
Zeke looked down at her, as though he had forgotten this was a girl he was riding. His stomach muscles tensed and he worked his softening prick a time or two; then he drew out, his cock plopping loudly as it came from her edger cunt, fell wetly against his legs. Mother flood of cum-juice was released by the removal of the cock-plug, and again Cindy felt her legs flooded; she looked down to see the nap of the rug soaked with their combined spendings.
Jesus! What would Larry say?
She scrabbled to her feet, rubbing her mouth, then turned to pick up the box of Kleenex from the coffee table. Bunching a handful of the tissues, she scrubbed at the puddle of cum, getting mast of the pool; but the rug remained wet when she tossed the tissues into a waste basket.
"Larry… Larry will know what's been happening!" she said, fearful.
"Yeah?" said Zeke. "Maybe so – but he won't know who did it, will he?"
Her eyes fell under his burning gaze. "No."
"Good." He reached for his pants, began to dress, Cindy staring as that beautiful prick disappeared. God, she wanted it again – she wanted to hold it, to kiss it! She wanted to suck him…
Elsie was adjusting her clothes as well, repairing the damage Cindy's wet mouth had done. Zeke finished first, even though he had more to put on, and then the two of them stood together against Cindy.
"From now on you'll keep your Goddamn nose to yourself!" said Elsie.
"I think Cindy will watch out in the future," said Zeke, again speaking softly.
"Yes! I… I will!"
"Good!"
He unlocked the door; let Elsie slip out – and hung back a second longer to stare at Cindy, his eyes burning. She knew that he had marked her – this was only the first of many times when she'd feel that cock!
The idea pleased her.
Zeke was gone, leaving Cindy alone. She moved into Larry's private john, again repairing the damage of the fucking. God, but she needed a bath! She'd dive into the tub just as soon as she got home… Shit! Jack was there alone, waiting to be fed.
She most definitely was not up to cooking a big meal for his empty stomach – and an idea struck her. She moved to Larry's desk, sat down and reached for the phone, quickly punching out her home number. She could hear the buzzing as the instrument on the other end tried to summon her brother, and glanced at the clock: 4:50. Jesus, ten more minutes and she could go home! Where had the time gone? It certainly didn't seem as though she had spent that much time with Zeke and Elsie, but the clock didn't lie.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Jack? Listen, klutz, your big sister has had a busy, busy day." That was certainly no exaggeration! "How about some Kentucky Colonel for dinner?"
"Sure, Cindy. That sounds neat. But Gordy's here – he's gonna stay over with me tonight."
Oh, shit! Just what she didn't need – another Goddamn kid around the house!
Particularly when she still had design on her brother's nice young prick…
"Did Mom say okay?" she asked suspiciously.
"Sure. I was gonna stay at Gordy's if you went to Cincinnati, but we figured we'd have more fun staying here with you."
His voice was persuasively sweet Cindy knew she was being suckered, but she gave in; she rarely could resist Jack once he decided he really wanted something from her. Maybe tonight he wouldn't be able to resist her…
But shit! Gordy was there, too…
"Okay, lover. How 'bout picking up the chicken, and maybe having the table all set when I get there? You got money enough?"
"I guess so. If you pay me back."
"Deal, pal? I let Gordy stay over, you get supper?"
"Sure, Cindy."
"Okay, get moving – I'll be home in just about forty minutes, and I'm hungry. So get me a jumbo dinner."
She hung up, let her head fall back. Her eyes closed, blinked – and the clock jumped twenty minutes when she opened them again. Christ, she'd better get a move on!
The office was already empty when Cindy punched out on the time clock, and took the stairs down rather than wait for the elevator… to find George waiting at the bottom of the steps. He moved forward eagerly when he saw her.
"What… what do you want?"
"I thought maybe we could go to my place, fuck some more," he said eagerly. "You wanna do it, don't you?"
"No!" She shook her head, "No more, George – I meant that! Bother… bother somebody else, or else I'll tell Mr. Jordan on you!"
"Slit, you won't do that," he said, wounded. He rubbed his cock, which was hard, and Cindy's heart softened. His prick had felt good – all four cocks had felt good when they entered her, even Mr. Fleckheimer's spindly thing. God, she wouldn't mind having him right now… No! Jack was waiting at home; she knew that she had made, up her mind to seduce her own brother. She'd worry about Gordy when she got there, but she was going to have Jack's cock tonight if she had to rape him!
"I… I won't tell what you did this afternoon, George – if you stay away from me. Don't come near me again, do you understand? I mean it!"
"Aw, shit!" He shuffled away, head downcast, and Cindy almost relented. George's cock would do in a pinch, if she really got horny.
But Zeke was just as available, and she knew that she would be taking him again: often. Maybe he had been Elsie's girl in the past, but Cindy had cut herself in. All she had to do was beckon, and Zeke would be at her heels, dropping his pants and freeing his cock!
What would it be like to suck his ten inches all the way into her throat?
She forced herself back to reality, hurrying from the building. Three minutes later she was on the bus, and thirty minutes after that was getting out on her corner. The street was almost empty in the quiet suburb, almost everyone inside, preparing for dinner. She hurried to her house, gad to see both boys' bicycles tilted over on the lawn. She was hungry enough to eat both of them.
She shook her head, unlocking the door; she heard Jack laughing from the dining room, dropped her purse on the hall table, and went in to see the boys already working on their dinner boxes.
"You was late, Cindy," said Jack. "So we decided to start. I put yours in the oven to keep warm."
"Thanks, tiger."
She smiled at her brother, a slender boy, three inches shorter than Cindy herself. He grinned engagingly as she turned to eye Gordy. The other boy was a blond, an inch taller than Jack although he was several months younger. Cindy wondered if he could match Jack between the legs.
She retrieved her dinner from the oven, ate leisurely, picking the last shreds of meat from the bones. The boys were in the living room, watching an umpteenth rerun of "Star Trek". Cindy cleared the table, disposing of the mess in the kitchen to have it out of the way; then she climbed the stairs, suddenly aching in every part of her body. She stopped in the bathroom to start the tub, then hurried into her bedroom to get out of her clothes, digging out her robe.
Ahhhhhhhh, Jesus! It felt good to be naked again, to free her tits of the constricting bra. She studied her naked body in the minor, raising her tits and cupping them. She jutted her pelvis forward, trying to see into her silt, without success.
She wanted to be fucked…
Take both boys? Would they go along? Jack jerked off every morning and night; she heard him through the partition, his bed creaking and bouncing. It was a wonder Mom and Dad never said anything. Of course, they were pretty liberal when it came to sex, Cindy had received the standard lecture when she was in third grade; she was sure they knew Jack was jerking off. They just didn't care.
She moved to the bathroom, crossing the ball naked, half hoping one or both of the boys would come up at that moment. But they were still with the stupid TV.
She poured bubble bath into the water, slipped into the suds, sighing as the heat soaked into her flesh, easing the aches and spreading pleasurably through her body. For the next twenty minutes Cindy lay there, soaping herself occasionally, letting her arms drift the rest of the time. This was nice; she could stay here for hours.
She heard the boys' voices coming up the stairs; they turned into Jack's room. Her hand moved to her pussy, her finger sliding into the slot – and the fire was there! A cock would feel so much better!
She called: "Jack! Come here a minute!"
He heard; he appeared at the door, holding it open just far enough to peer in.
"Huh? What do you want, Cindy?"
She was going to ask for a towel – but Mom had stocked the racks, damn her interfering cunt! She wet her lips, trying to look seductive, batting her eyes as she looked at her brother.
"I seem to have an… ache, Jack. I can't reach over my shoulder. Would you… wash my back for me?"
The boy stared a moment. Cindy could see through the door crack that he had discarded his shirt; she felt his eyes burning on her tits, even though they were safely covered with soap bubbles. She sat up straighter, and the mounds rose from the bubbles, Jack's eyes widening.
"Please?" she said, softly, bringing one hand up to slide beneath her breast.
Jack sighed, and opened the door; Cindy could see his cock tenting his jeans as he moved into the room, turning to close the door.
"That's all right," Cindy said, quickly. "You can leave it open."
He started to say something, then thought better of it. His eyes fell to his burning erection, but he was moving to the side of the tub, sitting as she held up the sponge. He took it into his fingers, reached to move it against her back.
"Better take off your watch, silly."
Jack flushed, his neck and ears coloring brightly as he removed the watch, turned to place it on the lavatory. Then he turned to his sister, moving his hand in slow circles over her back. Cindy leaned forward as the boy reached farther down into the water, until he was covered with bubbles as far as his shoulder.
"Oh, yes! That's nice!"
"…I'm a good bath-giver," he said, trying to grin.
"You should go into it as a profession. Do my front now."
She leaned back as Jack brought his hand around, moved the sponge against her breasts. He held it there a moment, his other hand resting on his burning erection… and then the sponge fell from his fingers, was pushed away as he touched his sister's tit.
"Rub me," said Cindy softly, holding up her breasts. "Rub me all over Jack!"
Both hands moved to the task, taking her soapy, slippery breasts and sliding over them. His fingertip rubbed over a nipple as the boy tried to stare through the bubbles at what he could feel Cindy scraped the bubbles away from the top of her tits, giving him a better view. His throat worked heavily, his Adam's apple bobbing as his hands moved back and forth, back and forth…
"You don't have to stay in that one area," she said, still speaking softly. "You can go lower…"
His eyes closed; the boy slid his ass from the ledge until he was kneeling by the tub, reaching down through the soapy water, his fingers sliding across Cindy's belly, touching the hairy covering of her slit. He was over her cunt, his middle finger moving through the opening…
"Why don't you take your things off, come in the water with me?"
"G-Gordy's here!" he said, eyes wide.
Cindy sighed. "I know… I wish we were alone, Jack!"
"What… what are we gonna do?"
"You can't very well send him home," she replied. "I suppose you'll have to call him to join us."
"You-you will? Jeez, Cindy! I… I been dreaming about a… doin' this – but I never really thought you'd let me do it!"
She touched a soapy finger to his lips. "Stop talking, and start doing! Call Gordy, and let's get this show on the road."
Jack stood quickly and left the bathroom, not bothering to clean the soapsuds from his arms. Cindy heard him open the door to his bedroom, heard his excited voice: Gordy answered, too low for her to make out. Jesus, don't let the kid poop out! He wasn't afraid of girls, was he?
Her fears vanished; the boys were at the door, pushing it wide open as they came in togather. Gordy had removed his outer shirt, but was still wearing a t-shirt. His eyes widened as he saw Cindy smiling, as though he really hadn't believed what Jack was saying.
"You two intend to stand there all night?" she asked. "Or are you going to get out of those clothes and into this tub?"
They began to undress quickly, Cindy wishing that she could do it for them. Jack was down to his shorts while Gordy was still pulling his t-shirt over his head; his prick tented put the material, even bigger than she remembered it. But it had been months since her last sneaking look, and the boys his age did tend to grow quickly.
Jack glanced at Gordy, waited until his buddy was down to his shorts, as though afraid to be the first one naked. Gordy was wearing orange jockey shorts, his prick not making as big a package. The boys hooked their thumbs in the waistbands as though following unseen signals – and pushed the briefs down together.
Cindy swallowed: Jack's cock had grown, was more than six inches long now, and much thicker as well. Gordy was not as long, but even thicker; he was circumcised, unlike Jack. The two pricks quivered together as the boys stood side by side, facing the girl in the tub.
"What… what are you waiting for?" she asked, suddenly unsure of herself. Jesus, they were only kids! Maybe she had made a mistake.
But it was too late; the boys came to the tub, stepped over the ledge, the water sloshing around as they lowered their asses. Some of it slopped over as they sat down, still side by side, Cindy leaning forward as Jack's legs went by on her left side, Gordy's on her right. The tub was big enough for two, but three made it exceedingly cramped.
The boys grinned, letting their arms float on the water. Jack spread the soapsuds so he could see his prick bobbing up. Cindy leaned forward, her hands moving beneath the water, to slide her fingers over their thighs, the boys' ankles crossed to give them slightly more room to get by her. She touched them…
"Do… are you guys… experienced?"
Gordy blushed; he looked at Jack. He smiled.
"We've never had a girl, Cindy."
They were virgin – she had two cherries to pop! She smiled broadly, her fingers moving around their pricks. Jack filled her hand nicely, the shaft poking well above the edge of her palm; Gordy was so thick she could barely hold all of him in her fingers.
"You want to… do it, don't you?"
"Sure, Cindy!"
She sighed, cupping her fingers around their cocks; then she let them slide flat against her palms, moving them back and forth, her fingers jabbing against the tight-drawn balls. The boys sighed with pleasure, Gordy leaning back and Jack following suit.
"Oh, that's nice!" said Gordy softly, closing his eyes. "So nice…"
"Feel me!" said Cindy, whispering. "Both of you feel me!"
She released them, leaning back, and it was the boys' turn to explore. Jack had already touched her mound, but now he leaned forward, trying to stare through the water as he reached along her legs, Gordy's hand moving with, him. Cindy separated her knees as much as she could, trying to raise her ass to open the slit for the boys. She was wet with desire, but the water was washing the natural lubrication away as the boys touched her, their fingers parting the labia, moving together into the slit.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!"
Her head fell back as Jack discovered her slit, rubbed it in his fingers. He glanced at his buddy, reached to bring Gordy's fingers to the same spot. The two boys rubbed their middle fingers together, rolling the tiny female cock between them as Cindy exploded with sudden desire. This was beautiful – two cocks to use as she pleased! She'd suck them, she'd take them in her cunt, she'd play with them until they dropped, make them cum so many times they'd beg for mercy! But she wouldn't stop – they were hers for tonight, hers to use as she wanted, to play with until her own burning desires were at last satiated…
"Suck…" She nearly croaked the word. She wet her lips. "Suck my tits! Both of you!"
The boys moved their asses as far forward as they could, each reaching to take a tit. Jack shook off as much of the bubbles as he could, then cupped water to rinse the breast, and Gordy followed suit. They touched the nipples, which were burning to their pinching fingers, erect almost to the point where she couldn't bear it!
"Suck me!" she cried. The boys held the cones of her tits up, moved their heads together, their lips touching at the same instant. Gordy was hesitant about taking her nipple, his lips dry; but Jack sucked eagerly. Gordy saw the other boy's cheeks hollowing as Jack worked against his sister, and did the same, and Cindy sighed as the darts of pleasure shot through her in waves of pure lust.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, yes! Do it! Do it!"
Gordy released the tit, looking at her until Cindy opened her eyes again. He licked his lips.
"You… you're really going to let us…"
"Let you do what?" she teased.
Jack grinned. "Let us fuck you!" he said. "Yeah!" said Gordy. "Uh… are you?"
"Maybe. If you say it, say what you want to…"
His face couldn't be any redder – and his cock couldn't be any harder. Cindy slid her hands along his thighs again until she captured him, her palm cupping the head of his prick and her fingers sliding up and down, making him fuck against her.
"Say it, Gordy," she urged softly.
"Say it!" said Jack. "Jeez, Gordy!"
"Uh… will you let us fuck you, Cindy?" The words came out in a rush and she laughed, then let go his cock to pat his cheek. She could feel the boy's fever even against her wet fingers, and her hand dropped back to his cock, then moved to his balls, separating them and pulling the scrotum out. "I did have something like that in mind," she said. "I suppose it would be un-American to let two horny teenagers go without fucking, especially when they ask so nice."
"Whoopeeeeee!" yelled Jack, throwing up his hands and splashing his sister. "Cindy, you are the greatest! The greatest!"
She laughed, and caught his cock again. "Okay, tiger – it's show time! Do it to me – fuck me!"