Date: Fri, 1 Nov 2002 18:12:20 -0800 (PST)
From: Dick Cannon <dickcannontn@yahoo.com>
Subject: My First Car

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My First Car
By Dick Cannon

I had turned 16 over the summer, and I had just achieved
every young boy's dream. Well, no, not that dream. That
would come later. Nope, I was 16 and I just bought my first
car, and it was hot. It was a 1966 Ford Mustang convertible,
cherry red with a black top. Now granted I didn't buy it all
by myself, although I had been saving since I was old enough
to know what a piggy bank was. My dad chipped in a bit.
Okay, a lot. But regardless of how I got the car, I had it
and I felt like I was free as a bird, cruising down the
highway with the top down, radio blasting. Hell, it was like
the best wet dream I ever had. There was only one problem.
I was a mechanical moron. I didn't know a dipstick from a
tailpipe. I couldn't do a lube job or even know what I was
looking for when I checked under the hood. I spent every
Saturday morning, washing and waxing the damn thing. I
shined and polished the chrome on it until I could see my
reflection. But I didn't know a damn thing about how the
thing ran, but I sure looked good in it
And hell yeah, I was hot. I could tell that my new car was
certainly catching the eye of the ladies when I cruised
through town on Friday or Saturday night. And they weren't
afraid to flag me down. I'd pull over to where they were
parked with their giggling girlfriends in their Mom's
station wagon. And they'd ooh and ahh over the car, talking
about how pretty it was, how shiny it was. And inevitably,
some crazy girl or two would want to go for a ride. Bingo!
So she'd grab her purse and hop in. We'd cruise outside
town, flying down the highway. I`d show her how fast Mustang
Sally would go. She'd coyly suggest a drive by Miller's Lake
and I was more than happy to oblige her. I pull up to the
secluded spot under the trees and we'd sit and laugh and
talk while the radio played. And soon she'd start stroking
my thigh before she leaned over to kiss me.
That's all it would take to make my cock rockhard. It would
start throbbing in my jeans, leaking precum and making my
thigh all sticky. And the next thing I knew, my pants would
be down around my tennis shoes, and her pretty blond head
would be bobbing all over my prick, spit running down and
coating my balls, slicking up the leather seats. And then
she'd suggest we get more comfortable, like the backseat.
She'd undress and climb naked into the backseat, spreading
her legs to show me pussy. I'd quickly crawl between and
give that cunt a tongue-licking, swabbing up the juices that
were flowing, tasting her and smearing her twat fluid all
over my face. And when she couldn't stand any more, she'd
beg me to fuck her and fuck her I would. As soon as I sunk
my rod inside her, she'd howl. I was pretty well endowed,
and she'd scream as I dug deep into her cavern. The night
air on ass felt incredible, cooling the sweat that glistened
on our bodies. I'd hold on as long as I could, until I
pulled out and shot my load all over her firm tits. Then
she'd get dressed and I'd drive her back home, dropping her
off in front of her place. And I could still taste her cunt
while I drove home. As soon as I got home, I'd slip into my
room, undress and jerk off, reliving the experience again
until I shot wad of wad of hot cum all over my tight abs and
chest, and sometimes my pillow, headboard and face.
It was when cum landed on my face that I was most satisfied.
I'd wipe it off and suck it from my fingers, and then I'd
wonder what it would be like to get that sweet stuff
straight from the source.

It was one of the conditions of Dad putting up the money is
that I would be responsible for all the maintenance on my
little jewel. Well at the time I agreed. I had no idea what
would be involved. And then the car started making a
clacking noise about three months after I had it. I couldn't
stand for anything to happen to Sally.
I was mortified, and so I called my brother who was off at
college. Naturally when I explained the problem I was
having, he laughed at my idiocy. He was coming home that
weekend and he promised to take a look at it.
Justin had always been a car buff, and could tell you about
cubic inches and horsepower, whereas I could care less. I
just wanted Sally to run smooth like she had. And that
wasn't the only thing about Justin I would say was buff. We
looked just alike only Justin made a better effort to work
out. He was taller than me at his six-foot-two, but we
shared the same dark hair, dark hair, natural tan, and light
dusting of dark hair across our chests.
That Friday, Justin got home late in the evening while I was
cruising through town, and he was asleep when I got home. Of
course, the night had turned out just like I expected. One
of the girls in town flagged me down. I took her for a ride
- literally. She let me fuck her doggy-style while she bent
over the trunk from the backseat of the car. When I got
ready to cum, she flipped around and let me cum in her face.
Cum flew everywhere. It was one of the hottest experiences I
had had, and I couldn't wait to get home to replay that
movie in mind over and over.
But I didn't expect Justin to be back in his bed in the room
that we had once shared. I probably should have just
shrugged it off and went to sleep but I was still horned up.
I shucked off my jeans, stripped off my t-shirt, and started
slicking down my cock with the precum that was dribbling
freely out of my pisshole.
I used my thumb to smear precum all over the purple head and
down over the pleasure ridge. Moving my thumb in tiny
circles around the helmet was enough to send tiny shocks of
pleasure and pain all through my body. And then I did one of
my favorite things: rub the head of my dick against the
inside of my thigh, leaving wet, slimy trails through the
dark hair. Man, I loved that! Then I started beating my cock
for all it was worth, reliving over and over how my cum had
drenched that girl's face, and then I imagined her face was
mine and the cock pumping globs of warm cum over my chin
belonged to Justin. That did it. I started firing. The first
shot landed on my cheek, just under my eye. The next scored
my bottom lip. The next three or four landed in various
places on my chest, rocketing in the air before landing with
an audible splat on my torso. I wiped up the cum from under
my eye and licked it from my fingertips, and I slithered my
tongue over my lips to catch what lingered there. It was
delicious, warm and creamy, thick and tasty. I laid my head
back against the headboard and smiled contentedly.
"Jesse, are you finished now?" I heard someone say, and I
jumped and scrambled for blankets, clothes, whatever I could
find. I looked over and Justin was propped up on one elbow,
grinning from ear to ear.
"Asshole," I muttered.
"Yep, that's me," he said smugly and rolled over.
I wiped down with my tshirt, tossed it in the corner, and
drifted oh-so-peacefully off to sleep.
The next morning, Justin must have risen before me because
when I looked over at the other bed, it was already made. I
stretched and looked at the clock. It was only 8:30 on a
Saturday morning. The sun was shining pretty brightly
outside and it would have been nice to stay in bed for a
while longer, continuing the dream I was having where Justin
and I were horsing around, wrestling like we did when we
were younger. It had given me morning wood and it felt good
to lie in bed on my stomach and press my hard shaft against
the mattress.
But I knew that Justin and Dad were already up and awake. I
could smell fresh coffee drifting up the stairs. I pulled on
a pair of shorts and a clean tshirt, and wandered downstairs
to see where they were.
As I expected, they were sitting quietly around the kitchen
table, Dad reading the newspaper, Justin's nose buried in
the sports section. I wasn't quite awake yet so I just kind
of stumbled through the kitchen, pouring a bowl of cereal
and then sitting down to eat it.
As soon as I sat down, the phone rang and Dad got up to
answer it.
"Hello. Oh hey. Not much, just finishing up breakfast with
the boys. Oh really? Well.hmm. I suppose I could. All right,
sure thing. See ya in a bit."
And that was the conversation on our end.
"Okay, boys," Dad said as he folded the table and placed it
neatly on the table, "I've gotta run out for a little while,
help Robert with that deck he's building on the back of his
house. So you be good and stay out of trouble. I'll be back
a little later."
And almost in unison, Justin and I said "Okay Dad. See ya."
Dad grabbed his keys and disappeared through the back door.
A few minutes later, we heard his car pull out of the
driveway and take off down our quiet residential street. I
continued to eat my cereal and Justin continued to read
baseball scores. Suddenly, it flashed through my mind that I
was alone with Justin, and that he watched me cum all over
myself last night, and I felt the sexual energy in the air.
It made the hair on the back of my head stand up, and
shivers ran like electric currents up and down my spine,
erupting in my dick and causing it to lengthen in my shorts.
I must have had a shocked look on my face or something
because Justin looked up from the paper.
"What's up?" If only he knew.
"Nothing."
"Okay, you just looked like you remembered something."
I thought quickly and responded.
"Well, yeah, I remembered you were going to help me with my
car. Let's do it before Dad gets back."
"Sure thing. Let's go take a look at it."
Nothing Justin was doing was saying he was affected by or
concerned by last night. Justin stepped into the garage and
flipped on the light. It was kind of dark in the garage but
the overhead fluorescent lighting flooded the room that
smelled of grease and oil and all that stuff that was
foreign to me. He hit the garage door opener and the front
of it swung open.
"Go get your car and pull it in."
I was as mindless as a robot, doing exactly what he said.
Pop the hood. Turn it on. Hand me this. Hand me that. I just
moved about waiting for his next direction. And every once
in a while, he point at something under the hood and tell me
what it was, what it did and what I should do for it.
Well maybe I wasn't so mindless. My mind was just in other
places. Like when he bent over, and his old gym shorts rose
up in the back. They were much too old and threadbare and
tight for his firmly muscled butt. As he leaned forward and
the muscles in his ass and thighs flexed, the shorts almost
looked like they would split apart at the seams. As it
heated up in the garage, dark lines of perspiration formed
at the crease where thick thighs merged with ample ass, and
then the line began to grow up the center, highlighting his
crack.
His t-shirt was starting to get damp as well, and drops of
sweat formed on his forehead as he moved determined from one
side of the engine to the other, checking everything out and
tinkering with what needed to be fixed. And then he got out
the creeper and laid down on it, spreading his legs far
apart to push himself under the front end. And then I saw
his boys. The shorts were so tight they left very little to
the imagination. Two hefty orbs pressed against the cotton
and his flaccid penis curled around in the crotch. I could
tell he had a thick one. With the upper half of his body
hidden from view, all I could see was from the waist down.
His tshirt had ridden up, exposing a tight and tan stomach
with a fan of dark hair radiating from his navel. The gray
shorts covered only the most critical parts, and then the
exposed skin started up again. Thighs covered in hair, hefty
calves, pointy little ankles and a tan line where the hair
stopped and then tennis shoes.
He had been talking virtually the entire time, but I had
barely heard a word he'd said. I nodded or answered whatever
question he asked, just enough to acknowledge that I wasn't
completely zoned out.
"All right," he said, with a tone of finality as he rolled
from under the car. "This is a pretty sweet ride, man. You
must be quite the pussy magnet in it."
He was wiping his hands on a cloth and grinning up at me.
"Aw well, I guess I do all right," I smiled and answered
with an obvious degree of false modesty.
"Whatever," Justin said, throwing the dirty shop towels in
the corner. "I'm sure you do better than all right. You got
the looks. You got the car. I'm sure the girls in this
shithole town are lining up to throw some snatch in your
face."
I shrugged and then before I could help myself, I grinned
ear to ear.
"That's what I thought. I betting you're getting more ass
than a toilet seat!"
I had to laugh, mostly because it was true.
"Yeah, I am," I admitted. "When Sally's all shined up and
looking good, man, every girl in town wants to go for a
ride."
"Hell, man, it ain't all about the car. A car helps you get
laid, but you gotta have the looks to pull it off." Justin
smiled at me but I could only blush. "So tell me about one
of them."
"One of what?"
"One of the shitballs hanging off your ass! What the fuck do
you think I'm talking about? One of the girls, you dumbass.
Who's the best piece of ass you've had?"
I thought for a second, and answered.
"Oh that's easy. Cindy Blackman."
"Do I know her?"
"Probably. She's Charlie Blackman's little sister. She's a
year behind me in school. Blonde hair. Average-sized tits."
"So she puts out, huh?"
"Hell yeah. One night I was riding through town and she was
parked at the Frosty Freeze with her stupid friends. She saw
me drive by with the top down and the next thing I knew she
was sitting next to me at the red light. She's all smiling
and shit and she's by herself. She's trying to be all sexy
and then the light turns green and she takes off like a bolt
of lightning, trying to outrun me. Well, I just kicked it
and Sally took off like a shot and just left her sitting in
the dust. I cruised all the way past the city limits, and
she followed me. I turned off on Dry Creek Road and she
pulls in behind me. She gets out of the car and walks up to
me and she's like `That's a hot rod," and I'm like `Yeah, it
is," and she says, `I ain't talking about your car.'
"She starts rubbing my crotch and kissing me. The next thing
I know, she's bent over the trunk of my car, and I'm fucking
her like a dog. She's moaning and screaming. She gets so
loud just before I came that porch lights started popping on
down the road. She was great. I've been meaning to get
another piece of that."
"Well done, little brother," Justin seemed to be in awe. He
had leaned up against the workbench, and in his skimpy
shorts, it was easy to tell he was aroused.
"What the fuck," I gestured toward his crotch. "You popping
wood?"
He looked down and seemed to be surprised by the tent in his
crotch.
"Sorry. It has a mind of its own sometimes. It's been a
while since I've had any, and I didn't even get a chance to
take care of things last night before you got in, and
started spanking your own monkey."
I blushed again and stammered an apology.
"I-I-I didn't know you were still awake or even watching."
"It's all right. I had just gotten in and crawled into bed,
when you came in, and hell you didn't even waste any time. I
didn't even have a chance to speak up. You were naked before
I could say anything. You must have been blue-ballin' bad,
or some chick just teased ya."
"Nope, I got some last night, Alison Reynolds. She let me
fuck her and then she sucked me off and I blew a wad all
over her face." Justin cut me off.
"Okay that's enough. I'm horny enough as it is, and I don't
need my little brother telling me all about his sex life.
Maybe we'll go out cruising tonight and you can point me in
the direction of a nice piece."
Just then I knew that the piece I was going to point him
toward wasn't in town.
"Oh, I think I can do that. We'll find something that'll
help you out," I winked at Justin. I don't know what
possessed me to wink but I think he just might have caught
my meaning.
"Cool," Justin said and grinned slyly back. "So, do you
remember everything I've shown you?"
"Of course, I do." He didn't have to know I didn't mean the
car.
The rest of the day was really bizarre, but in a good way.
Justin and I acted like we had always been best friends,
laughing and joking with each other, making sexual comments
and the entire house was rife with sexual innuendo. We found
a way to make everything have something to do with sex. Dad
came back late in the afternoon and he even got in on the
act a time or two after he caught on to what we were doing.
We were just being hormone-charged teenagers, and it felt
good to be at ease with Dad and Justin.
That afternoon, we helped Dad clean up around the house. I
took laundry duty and Justin was vacuuming, while Dad was
tidying up in the kitchen. Once while I was bent over,
taking clothes out of the dryer, Justin took advantage of
the situation to be silly, grabbing my hips and thrusted
mockingly into my upturned rear-end, moaning, becoming
louder and louder. At first, I tried to fight him off but
decided it would be more fun to play along, so I started
saying crazy shit to him.
"Yeah, harder baby. Mmmm. Give it to me good. Yeah, stud. Do
it right. Uh huh."
It was just in good fun but I could feel my cock start to
swing in my shorts, and within seconds I was at full mast.
And Justin was having a good time too, because I could feel
him start to grow, rubbing his hardening shaft along my
asscrack.
We were still faking the noises, but I was starting to feel
really good, and I think Justin was too because he was
thrusting harder. Eventually we were so loud, Dad screamed
at us from the kitchen.
"Good God, boys! Get a fucking room!"
That was enough to make us stop and burst into hysterical
laughter. While we were laughing I caught a glimpse of
Justin's shorts and sure enough he was hard again, and a
small damp spot had appeared on the fabric. Without
thinking, I reached out and gave his hard cock a quick jerk
and moved on with the laundry. Justin slapped me on the ass
and went back to work.
I thought it was great that Dad had such a great attitude
about sex, even if were just playing around. I have friends
whose parents seem so uptight and conservative, and the mere
mention of sex was shut down instantly. Dad didn't seem to
mind, and we were even two guys, having mock sex, and he
didn't seem to be concerned.
We finished our chores, and while Dad started dinner, Justin
and I went upstairs to get ready for our night out on the
town. The playing continued while we showered and shaved and
dressed. Justin gave a hilarious striptease, pretending to
be a big-breasted stripper he had seen at a titty bar in his
first few weeks at school. But when he dropped his shorts,
he deftly covered his cock and balls with one hand while
backing out of the bedroom and disappearing into the
bathroom. A few seconds later, I heard the shower running,
and I imagined him in there soaping up, the white foam
trickling down his chest and stomach and into his thick dark
bush, and then dripping off the wide helmet of his dick. And
that did it. For like the twelfth time today, I was hard as
a rock. Even if I couldn't get Justin to have sex with me,
I'd have to take a piece off the first girl that offered it
tonight.
Justin emerged from the shower damp and clean. While he
dressed, I took the opportunity to wash away the day's dirt
and sweat, anticipating the night before. My cock must have
known more than I did because even when I wasn't thinking
about getting laid, he stayed at half-mast, bobbing lazily
and waiting for the slightest thought to fully rise. I took
the opportunity to really look at it, and liked what I saw.
I estimated that he must have been about seven inches long
with a blunt head, wide and pudgy like a thumb. Just behind
the ridge it was narrow but flared as it went down to my
balls and pubes. I had dark hair that grew along the base
and around the underside, making a nest for the boys, two
eggs nestled in a little sack. I had quite a bit of hang on
my scrotum, especially when my nuts were full. I liked to
see them dangle under my cock. I looked like a man, at least
that's how I thought a man would look. I had never seen one
except in the locker rooms at school, and even then those
were boys, most of whom barely even had pubic hair.
While I examined my equipment, it started to rise, and I
knew it was time to get out of the shower. I wanted to
maintain this energy for whatever might happen tonight, as
hard as it was to keep my hands off it. I shut off the
shower, toweled off, put on deodorant, combed my hair, and
dressed. Downstairs, I found Dad and Justin bustling about
in the kitchen, whipping up a quick bite before we left.
"So Dad, with Justin and me out of the house tonight, what's
on your agenda?"
"Oh I don't know. Maybe sit in the hottub for a while, have
a glass of wine or three, and just relax. Hadn't done that
in a while, so that'll be just what I need. Especially with
you two loud-mouths gone for a few hours. Have some `me'
time." And Dad winked at us. What's with all this fucking
winking, I thought. I know what I meant when I winked. Was
Dad trying to tell us that he was gonna jerk off tonight?
Justin and I ate quickly, said our good-night's to Dad,
jumped in Sally and headed toward town. I pulled through the
drive-thru at McDonald's and got us two large Cokes. Justin
produced a bottle of Jack Daniels from under the seat.
"Hey! Where did that come from?"
"Oh I picked it up on my way home yesterday, and stashed it
under the car seat while you were taking a bath."
"Cool!"
"Drink some and make room for Jack."
I drained a quarter out of the Supersize plastic cup and
passed it to Justin, who filled it to the top with whiskey.
One sip and it burnt all the way down, warming my mouth,
throat and my stomach. It wasn't long before I felt the
flush and lightheadedness.
For the next hour, Justin and I just cruised up and down the
main drag, radio up and drinking from our Jack and Coke's. I
was feeling light and relaxed. Justin and I idly chatted
while I drove, keeping an eye open for girls. For the first
time all day, I didn't have a hard-on busting in my jeans,
although I did feel the tingle that would erupt in an
erection at any second.
"Damn, where are all the girls tonight?" Justin asked.
And on cue, we caught sight of a gaggle in the hardware
store parking lot. They were laughing and talking and
squealing as teenage girls are so apt to do, but as we drove
by, Sally must have caught their eye, because several of
them stopped and turned to watch us drive by. We slowed and
flashed them a smile. Hell, we were so cool! We drove down a
block and circled back, pulling into the parking lot. This
time, all of them turned to see who had joined their party.
"Hey, ya'll," Justin said, hopping up on the door. "What's
up?"
"Not much," one of the girls spoke up and walked to the car.
"This town's dead as it always is, so we're just hanging
out."
"Cool," Justin said, looking suave.
"What's up, Jesse?" she said, smiling at me.
"Not much, Amanda," I replied. "Do you know my brother,
Justin?"
"Well, we've never met, but I feel like I know him. He looks
just like you - only cuter."
"You're a bitch," I said, teasing her.
"Yes, and don't you ever forget it."
"Ummm, I won't," I winked at Amanda, hinting about the time
she had given me head behind the supermarket. Again, what
was with this winking?
"Oh so you two know each other obviously," Justin said.
"Oh yeah," Amanda answered before I could. I was interested
in seeing what she would say. "Me and your brother have
known each other for a while. We hang out every now and
then." She was smiling like a stupid monkey. "When are we
gonna hang out again, Jess?"
She looked at me expectantly, and then Justin watched me to
see what I would answer. The liquor had made me brave and I
was ready for some real action.
"Well, me and Justin were just looking for a couple of girls
to hang out with. You want to join us?"
"Of course, I do!"
"You got a friend for me?" Justin asked.
"Aw, you don't want any of my friends," Amanda said, sliding
into the backseat. "I'd be content to have you boys all to
myself."
My head was humming and buzzing as I squealed out of the
parking lot, making Amanda do a little squealing of her own
as she waved good-bye to her friends. We drove north of
town, the cool wind feeling great against the blush the Jack
had put in my cheeks.
Amanda leaned over the front seat and slid a hand across my
chest, whispered in my ear, "Where are we going, Jess?"
Her hand kept sliding down and she clutched the growing
bulge in my jeans. I swallowed and looked quickly at Justin.
He was watching and smiling.
"Well, I thought we'd drive around for a bit and then maybe
head back to the lake and watch the water. How's that sound?
You wanna drink?"
"That sounds great," she said, massaging my cock through the
denim, "and yes, I'd love a drink."
Justin handed her the bottle of Jack and she took a long
gulp. As she handed it back to Justin, she leaned forward
and kissed him hard, sucking his tongue and then pulled
away. She jumped over the bucket seats and sat squarely in
his lap, and leaned in for another kiss. She was really
grinding against Justin's crotch and his hand slid under her
shirt. It was hard enough to concentrate on the road and
watch the show in the passenger seat. I turned around and
headed toward town and I don't know what came over me but I
drove straight back to our house.
The lights were out when we pulled in the driveway and into
the garage. Dad must have been asleep. It was after eleven.
Amanda was looking pretty disheveled from the grope session.
"Why don't we go out by the pool?" I asked. Justin looked
pretty confused, but I opened the garage and walked out by
the pool.
As I turned, Amanda was leading Justin by the hand on to the
deck. She stepped away and we watched her start to undress.
"I'd love to go for a swim. Ya'll are gonna join me right?"
She pulled her top over her head. She was braless and her
breasts were fine, firm and large areolas with thumb-sized
nipples already sticking straight out. She pushed down her
jeans, revealing some pale purple panties with a small spot
of dampness forming in the front. They rode up slightly in
back, accenting her creamy white asscheeks. Then she stepped
out of her underwear, showing us her full bush, but not for
long because she dove in the pool.
She looked so lean and lithe as she glided through the
water. By the time she surfaced at the other end of the
pool, Justin was naked and his peter was at full mast. He
dove in after her. I was hungry and couldn't' wait anymore.
I shucked my clothes and looked down at my own fully erect
dick before diving in to join them. I swam underwater to
where they were, tangled in arms and legs in the shallow
end. When I came up, Justin had her tit in his mouth. She
was sitting, legs spread, on the side of the pool. I had a
full view of her pussy which was being gruffly rubbed by my
older brother. She was clutching his cock in one hand,
jerking it in perfect rhythm to the manual stimulation
Justin was giving her clit.
I gave in and let my dick do the thinking. He led me up and
out of the pool, water running in smooth rivers over my
body. I was so aware of every sensation: the water dripping
down my back, off my balls, the pebbled texture of the pool
apron against my bare feet, and the furious pulsing of blood
through my cock. I stepped next to Amanda and offered my
dick to her. She licked at the tip quickly and then began to
slide down on it with the skill of a expert cocksucker.
I was buried to the balls in her sweet mouth, but I was
transfixed on my brother's steel erection, getting a
beautiful handjob by this slut. His knob was so red and
looked so tender. He caught my eyes as his mouth closed
around her nipple again and he watched me, and I him,
intently as we worked this pretty bitch over. I must have
face fucked her for another five minutes continuously,
enjoying the warmth of her mouth as it coaxed me closer and
closer to cumming, but I didn't want to yet. So I pulled out
and stepped away.
Justin pushed Amanda on her back, so that her legs were
still dangling in the water, and he buried his face in her
snatch. Amanda grunted and sighed as his tongue dug deep
inside her. And I wanted some of that action. I dropped to
my knees and stuck my head down next to Justin's, swapping
swipes at her puffy cunt lips and the engorged clit.
Occasionally, we got off rhythm and our tongues met at the
same time on her slit. The first few times we pretended it
was an accident but soon we didn't care, driven by lust and
a certainly brotherly love. He took a long, wide swipe of
her cunt, collecting the drops of sweet pussy honey that was
oozing quite freely but instead of swallowing, he held his
tongue out. Unable to resist, I licked at his tongue,
tasting him and this girl.
It was delicious. It was one of the most wonderful things I
could imagine. Tasting pussy on my brother's tongue. I drew
his tongue into my mouth and we were locked in a passionate
kiss, while Amanda continued to writhe beneath us.
"Hey boys. Don't forget about me." She was apparently
unfazed by the two guys, two brothers kissing. We just
smiled at one another and then at Amanda, moving to either
side of her head and presenting our cocks for sucking.
She was a cockhound, sucking each one eagerly and moving
them together, tip to tip so that our precum mingled briefly
before she licked it away. Justin and I continued to kiss
while Amanda deep-throated us one at a time. I was so
fucking hot! I reached out and grabbed his cock, stroking it
while Amanda still had mine in her mouth. When I pulled out
and she took his, Justin did the same for me.
Amanda pulled off his for a second and didn't immediately go
for mine, which gave us time to simultaneously jerk each
other, our knuckles brushing against Amanda's lips and her
tongue taking the opportunity to lick at any flesh offered
to her. Her own hands were spreading her pussy lips,
fingering herself deep and tickling her own clit. A moan
escaped her mouth and tickled the hair on the back of my
hand as it wrapped Justin's prick.
"All right. Somebody needs to fuck me and fuck me," Amanda
said. I nodded to Justin and gave him the go-ahead. He moved
her around and positioned his throbbing cock at the tender
lips and pushed his hips forward, sliding in. She opened her
mouth to moan and I took the opportunity to put my cock in
her open mouth. She moaned around my cock, the vibrations
sending shockwaves along the shaft and right down into my
balls.
Justin was slowly pumping Amanda's pussy, drawing nearly all
the way out and then easing back in. His cock was shiny and
wet from her cunt juices. I fell forward to eat her pussy
and tickle her clit while he fucked her. Justin's meat was
sliding in and out under my nose and before I knew it he was
alternating between her hole and mine. My first taste of
cock, tainted with pussy. It was incredible!
"How's my cock, Jess?"
I looked up at Justin and swallowed it deeper, feeling his
wiry pubic hair pressed against my nose. He drew out again
and I tongue fucked his piss slit, making quick little jabs
at the hole
He put it back in Amanda's hole and she moaned on my cock.
"You want to fuck her now?" I nodded and we shifted
positions, assuming the same entries to Amanda's body, which
meant that Justin couldn't wait to get his mouth around my
cock. He was a master, sucking it like he wanted all of my
sweet cream in his throat. And I was at that point I hated:
deciding where to put my load. I knew it would be soon, very
soon.
"I'm gonna cum!"
"Yeah, Jess, let's see what you got. Give it to us!"
I pulled out of Justin's mouth, gave Amanda's pussy a few
quick pounds and pulled out again, just as thick ribbons of
cum began to shoot out of my cock, across Amanda's bush and
Justin's open mouth and chin.
Justin sat up and took my place at Amanda's pussy.
"Somebody better make me cum, Goddamn it!"
Justin stuck his dick in her hard. While I watched him slide
in on the load I just deposited on her cunt, his face was
still dripping with my cum. I kissed him and licked his face
clean while he fucked Amanda hard. She was bucking hard
against Justin's hips, trying to get every last centimeter
of his hard meat inside her. I reached down and began to
finger her clit and feeling my brother's prick sliding in
and out of her pussy.
With my brother's fucking and my ministrations to her clit,
Amanda was howling madly. And then Justin whipped it out and
with one or two jerks, cum started to fly across her cunt
lips and her stomach. Justin's entire body was wracked with
orgasms, shivering as each volley flew out in decreasing
force. Amanda howled one last time and fell solidly against
the ground. And I took the opportunity to lick my brother's
sweet jism from her belly and kiss him while it was still in
my mouth.
After we rested for a while, we decided it was time to drive
Amanda home. She was sweet and kissed us each gently,
thanking us for such a wonderful time and hoping we could do
it again.
As we drove back home that night, I relinquished control of
Mustang Sally and let Justin drive. He handled it very well
and I knew if he drove her that well, I knew he could do the
same to me.