Well, it had happened at last. Lisa had been royally fucked, and she'd enjoyed every minute of it. Her only regret was that she and Hawkins hadn't been in a bed somewhere, with all night to go at it. There were lots of things she wanted to try with him, an ass-fuck, for instance, which, he had seemed to be getting in the mood for all along. But they hadn't had time. He had a date, he said.
What an asshole he was. No sooner had he shot his cum-load inside her, and all over her, than he wanted to rush off to be with some other chick. The guy obviously had problems. But she didn't care. It didn't worry her. She'd gotten what she wanted from him. And there were plenty of other guys around willing to try new things with her, if she wanted to seek them out.
As it turned out, she didn't have to seek out anybody, at least not that weekend. Everything fell into place very nicely. She was invited to spend the weekend with the Sanderson family, at their lakeside cabin, as a live-in babysitter. The place was big, and there was another family there as guests. Lisa was supposed to keep an eye on the small children of both families, when the grown-ups wanted a breather.
The kids pretty well looked after themselves, and Lisa had time to swim and sunbathe in her skimpiest string bikini. Evenings, with the kids in bed, she could do as she liked. Mrs. Sanderson and her friend Mrs. Leigh sat around knitting, talking over old times when they were in school together. The men took off for an hour every evening and made themselves scarce.
On the second evening, as the light faded, Lisa went swimming by herself. She was drying herself lazily, gazing off across the water, when she got the feeling she was being watched. She turned around, and sure enough there was Mr. Sanderson, staring at her from the open door of the old boathouse. He'd been repairing an old canoe that was upturned over two trestles.
Behind him appeared Mr. Leigh, the guest, wiping his hands on a rag. Both men watched Lisa closely, their eyes taking in every inch of her golden brown body all speckled with clear drops of lake water. Her first childish impulse was to cover herself with her towel. But she didn't. She stared right back at them, proud of her bikini-clad young body.
"Enjoy your swim?" Mr. Sanderson said, leering at her. He reached for a glass off one of the trestles and took a gulp from it. He seemed fascinated by her tits.
"Uh-huh," she murmured, stepping toward them. Her big tits swayed heavily inside the flimsy harness of her bikini top. They appeared about to burst free any second.
"You're still wet," Mr. Leigh said, moving forward and taking the towel from her. He began dabbing her arms and shoulders carefully.
She let him do as he wished, wondering if he'd dare to touch her if he hadn't been drinking for the last hour. Sanderson watched them both, breathing a little oddly. Then his eyes fell from the damp inner globes of her tits to the tiny triangle of string bikini bottom. He took another gulp of his drink.
"Careful there, Lou. Maybe the little lady doesn't like to be touched like that," he breathed.
"I love it. I love to be touched," she muttered. She turned to face Leigh squarely, thrusting her tits at him.
Encouraged, Leigh began dabbing at the upper globes of her tits, sopping up the clear drops of water. Then he went lower, fluffing the towel down into her cleavage. She thrust her chest up proudly at him, enjoying the feel of his hands pawing her tits. He began to rub so much her bikini top was in danger of slipping off.
Sanderson came closer, determined not to miss a thing. He watched as Leigh massaged the upper slopes of her tits again. Then he grunted deeply as the bikini top slipped low enough to allow one thick swollen nipple to pop into the open. The nipple was stiff and dark brown and pointed up to the sky like a thumb.
"Sonovabitch," he groaned. And with a quick glance up toward the quiet cabin he pulled Lisa into the old boat-house and Leigh with her, closing the door behind them.
Leigh went on mopping as if nothing had happened, but now he was working on her flat brown belly, scraping the towel gently over her skin. He worked his way down to the tiny triangle of material at her crotch, his knees bending.
"Sonovabitch, look at the length of this fucking nipple!" Sanderson croaked. He leaned in close and gazed at the inch-long stub of nut-brown flesh.
"You can suck it if you want to," she said. "In fact I'd like you to. Go ahead."
While Leigh dropped onto his knees and commenced rubbing her golden slender thighs with the towel, Sanderson dipped his head to her chest and slipped her erect nipple into his mouth. Her nipple was cool from the lake water and hard and stiff as rock. He began sucking the nipple and flicking his tongue around it hungrily.
"Yes, I love it. Yes, oh yes," she murmured dreamily. It was a strange and wonderful feeling for her to have two men paying her all this attention.
"Sonovabitch," Sanderson grunted, slopping her nipple from his lips. His hand came up to pry her tit completely free of her bikini top. Then he freed her other tit and dropped his mouth onto its stiffened nipple. Her bikini top was stretched like a wet rope beneath both heaving tits.
Leigh was daubing at her crotch with the towel, deliberately pressing into the brief triangle of material covering her cunt. He stroked down, and the triangle slipped far enough to show a blonde strip of pussy hair bristling up. He stared at it briefly, then tugged on the string looping over her hip. The bikini bottom slipped down her legs.
"Oh yes, oh yes," she muttered absently.
She had her hand on the back of Sanderson's head and was urging him onto her nipple strongly. Then suddenly Leigh's face was in her crotch, snuffling at her hairy pussy as her bikini bottom slithered to the floor.
"Sweet little cunt. Sweet little twat," Leigh grunted. His nose was buried in her crotch hair and he was licking at her pussy, fucking his tongue deep into the wet cunt slit.
"Yes, oh yes," she bleated, and she bent over and spread her legs lewdly, sinking her cunt onto his sucking mouth. "Eat my cunt. Eat my cunt!"
Her golden body glowed under the subdued light of the boathouse. It shone with full, girlish health. Her blonde hair, still wet from her swim, had formed into tiny corkscrew curls about her pretty face. She looked so young and innocent without any make-up. But her moans and groans of lust brayed her real feelings.
"I want you to fuck me, both of you. I want to make it with both of you at the same time," she groaned. Now she had her free hand hooked in back of Leigh's head and she was urging him onto her cunt, her brown belly rippling with lust. "I'll suck you both off first. I'll do anything. Please do it to me. Please fuck me!"
The men continued working, Sanderson sucking her nipple deep in his mouth, Leigh gnawing steadily at her cunt flesh. For the moment they made no sign that they had heard her. But then Sanderson came up off her tit, stepped back to take a series of deep breaths. His face was flushed and his eyes were shining. There was a huge cock-bulge in his pants.
Leigh went right on chewing at her cunt flesh, digging his tongue deep and tugging at her pussy lips with his mouth. His hands had snaked up behind her to clutch at her naked ass. He had one taut little ass cheek in each fist and was squeezing and mauling them tightly. The sounds of his cunt-sucking was loud and wet.
"She's gonna suck us, Lou. The little girl says she wants to suck us both," Sanderson reminded him. Lisa was gazing down between her legs dreamily.
"Sssppplllfff, okay," Leigh slobbered, backing off from her steaming pussy. He too was flushed, and his lower face gleamed with the grease from her cunt.
Lisa was completely naked, her big nipples stiff, her cunt lips gaping open lewdly. But for the time being she put her own needs aside. She dropped to her knees on the rough ground between the two men, reached for them with trembling fingers. They stepped close, on either side of her, thrusting their bulging crotches at her.
"Two cocks. I want to suck both cocks at the same time," she muttered, as if she were talking to herself. She reached for Sanderson's zipper, tugged down, wrangled his pants off his hips and down his legs. His underpants bulged with the monstrous curl of his cock.
Hooking her fingers into the top of his shorts, she pulled out and down, but his prick was caught under the fabric and bent down low. She tugged out a little, and his cock suddenly sprang free like a striking snake. His prick recoiled into the air in front of her face, the cockshaft thick and angry. A string of precum juice slid from his piss slit and dangled.
"You ready for that sweetie? You ready for that?" he grunted, leering at her. Sanderson was very proud of the size of his cock. He let her push his shorts to the ground then stepped clear of them and his pants. His prick stuck out straight from his crotch, the purple cockhead shining.
She glanced quickly at the threatening cock, her mouth watering. But then she turned quickly to Leigh and set about unzipping him, shoving his pants and shorts down past his knees. His cock was much softer than Sanderson's, and she had no trouble freeing it. His cock hung down heavy and thick from a forest of crotch hair, its head covered by a wrinkled fold of foreskin.
"Two cocks," Lisa mumbled. "Two cocks at the same time."
Her hands came up and circled both pricks gently. She pumped the cocks evenly, amazed at the difference in them. Sanderson's prick was already solid, a thick throbbing bar of cock flesh jutting up through her fist. Leigh's prick was fat and heavy, but hung loosely down between his thighs. If his cock ever got hard, she thought it might be bigger than Sanderson's cock.
She stared at Leigh's cock closely, surprised at how heavy it was in her fist. As she worked on his cock, the foreskin peeled back farther and farther off the purple cockhead. She stopped her jerking, squeezed his fucker tightly, then forced her hand up along the solid cockshaft. Slowly, the foreskin rolled all the way back, wrinkling behind the flange of the cockhead and leaving it shining.
"Two cocks. Two cocks," she muttered. And she bent over Leigh's hefty prick, forced her mouth over the bloated cockhead. She began to suck, driving her head up and down slowly. The cock was so long and heavy she had to support it with her hand, and there was a definite bend in the cock midway up the trunk.
"Yeah! Oh yeah," Leigh sighed, winking at Sanderson.
Her mouth sank lower and lower on his prick, till she had four thick inches inside. Her slender fingers pumped the cock base without missing a beat.
"She good, Lou? She a good little cocksucker?" Sanderson asked. His own cock angled up through her other fist and seemed to be growing longer as she jacked him off.
"Mmmmm, nhnnn," Leigh grunted. He was twitching his hips slightly, feeding her his thick prick.
She sucked for several minutes, taking as much as five inches of thick cock at one stroke. But suddenly she was backing off, raising her lips from the gleaming cock. She swung her face over to Sanderson's hard-on, slipped the cockhead between her lips quickly. She began driving her head up and down again.
"Suck it, sweetie. Suck it hard," Sanderson growled. He planted a hand on the top of her head and tried to fuck more cock into her mouth.
Lisa suddenly had cock deep in her throat. Her neck was angled weirdly and she was sucking and gulping on huge lengths of Sanderson's prick. She made protesting sounds in her gullet but he kept on pressing and pretty soon she was snorting in his pubic hair. Her nostrils flared wide as she gulped in air.
"Let her do it herself, Dick. Let her do it."
Leigh put in. Her fist was squeezing his cock in protest.
Sanderson let go of her head finally, watched her as she lifted up on his cock, glanced up at him in relief, then plunged her wet mouth back down on his hot prick. She began sucking his cock at her own speed and depth, driving her lips down just as far as she wanted before raising back up, leaving his cock shining wetly.
"She knows what she's doing, huh? The little slut's sucked a few cocks before now," he muttered to Leigh. But the other man was deep in concentration, watching the bumps and bulges in her cheeks as she worked on sucking Sanderson's cock.
Lisa's heart pumped. She was so proud of herself. Only a few days ago, she hadn't known where to begin sucking a cock. Now, after only a few tries, she was becoming an expert. She had what it took, apparently, to become a good cock-sucker. She pumped her face up and down madly on Sanderson's prick. Then she spat his cock out and turned back to Mr. Leigh.