John, the 40 something widower I had been screwing for almost a year, and I usually got together about once a week. We normally just hopped into the sack when an opportunity presented itself, without any preplanning. On those rare occasions when we did plan for a chance to hook up, we would do so on a Sunday when my Dad would schedule a family dinner with his mother. Dinner at Grandma's meant leaving home before noon so we arrived at about the time she got home from church, and we stayed into the evening. Since he always took my brother, sister and me over to Grandma's twice a month it was easy to plan around. 

      Dad would allow me to miss those afternoons at Grandma's as long as I did not ask to be excused too often and as long as he thought my reason was valid. A school project or homework, or infrequently, helping John with some special cleaning job were normally acceptable reasons. Staying home while the rest of the family went meant I would have between eight and nine hours without fear of being interrupted by any of them. 

      The April rain showers had meant that my brother and sister had stayed indoors at John's most afternoons for the past two weeks. Without the showers, they would have been out in the yard while I supposedly did homework or helped John around the house. That normally gave John and me at least a couple of undisturbed hours before our Dad got home from work. Not being able to screw John for nearly two weeks had me pretty horny, especially since I was with him almost every day, and I knew John was just as affected as I was. 

  Saturday evening I told Dad that I was working on a book report for English Literature class and really needed to work on it Sunday rather than go to Grandma's. He did not hesitate to okay my missing the family time. He was a strong believer in my getting a good education and planned for me to attend a good college, so even though I was only in middle school my grades were important to him. 

      Within minutes of the family piling into Dad's car and driving away, I was changed into  nylon stockings, a skirt and a scoop necked pullover top and on my way to John's. I may only have been 14, but my B cup tits filled that tight top very well. I knew John loved my tits, so whenever I could get away with it, I displayed them for him with tight tops or bras that lifted them. John's house was only a few yards from our apartment building, so I was there by 11 AM. 

      John was filling the dishwasher when I arrived. He was wearing a pair of cutoff jeans and a t-shirt. I knew from our many encounters that he was most likely commando under those cutoffs, as I was under my skirt. After I gave John my virginity last summer, we both stopped wearing undergarments any time we hoped for a hook up, just to make access to each other quicker. It was not something we discussed, it was just something we both did. I would often take my panties off before leaving school, hoping we would have the opportunity to screw, so knowing that was the plan that Sunday, I did not wear any. 

      We hugged and John kissed my forehead before we said a word. He said he was glad I could come. I chuckled and said I would make sure he got to cum too. He laughed. While he returned to moving dishes from the sink to the dishwasher, I got out a couple of glasses and poured a shot of Kentucky Bourbon into them. The bourbon had also become a ritual with us. Not that either of us wanted to get drunk or needed the alcohol, it was just part of our routine. Once John had remarked that he could feel the burn of the bourbon on his cock when I began sucking it right after taking a drink. That started the ritual. 

      John started the dishwasher and walked around the kitchen island to where I waited. We clinked our glasses and drank some bourbon down. I set my glass down and began unfastening his cutoffs. As I pushed them down his thighs, his semi-erect cock swung free. I cupped his balls and fondled them gently for a moment before sliding my hand up to his cock and wrapping my fingers around it. I stroked it a few times while we kissed, then I kissed my way down his t-shirt. Once I was on my knees in front of him, my tongue stretched out to lick the tip of his growing cock. He leaned against the island and drew a deep breath. 

  I ran my tongue down the length of his cock and under his scrotum. I teased his balls with the tip of my tongue for a moment, then pulled one between my lips. I gently sucked it while my tongue pushed it around inside my mouth. My right hand slowly stroked his cock, which had nearly reached its full size. 

  The day I gave John my virginity I had thought his cock was quite large, but with more experience and screwing different men and boys I had learned that it was only slightly bigger than average. That was okay with me though since he knew how to use it and how to push me to consuming orgasms. 

  I swapped one ball for the other in my mouth after running my tongue up and down the underside of his hard cock. My hand resumed stroking it as I pulled the second ball into my mouth. I could feel his heartbeat throbbing through his cock. He rested his left hand on my head as he sipped at his bourbon. 

      Fumbling one handed, I drew my tits through the scooped neckline of my top. The fabric squeezed them tightly together while holding them straight out. My nipples were already hard and erect, sticking at least half an inch from the areolas. I continued sucking his ball and stroking his cock for a couple more minutes. His heart was beating faster. His breath was getting faster and more shallow. 

      I released his ball. My tongue moved around the scrotum, fondling it and the balls it held. He moaned. He leaned back, moving his crotch towards me. I began moving my tongue up his shaft, wiggling it from side to side as my mouth slowly inched towards the head of his cock. My right hand shifted to his scrotum to gently fondle his balls. 

      It was barely more than a whisper when he asked me to suck it. My tongue reached the tip of its head. I let it lay flat, pointing straight out from his crotch. My tongue flicked around the tip for a moment. My lips opened wider and slipped over the head. My tongue danced over and around the head as my lips squeezed his shaft just behind that head. He moaned. His fingers gripped my scalp. 

      I teased him, almost expecting him to squeeze my head and drive his cock into my throat, but he didn't. Suddenly I let his cock in until its tip reached the top of my throat. My tongue pressed his shaft to the roof of my mouth and massaged it momentarily. I drew my head back until only the tip of his cock remained inside. My tongue fluttered across it. I pushed my head forward, taking the entire length of his cock into my mouth. The head pushed into my throat. My nose slammed into him. He gasped. 

      My gag reflex kicked in. I pressed my face into him harder. My throat muscles squeezed and massaged his cock. I held him there until I feared I might retch. I moved my head back, slowly sliding my lips along his cock while my tongue flickered around it. As its head began to slide through my lips, I hesitated. Then slammed my face into him, again burying his cock in my throat. His fingers encouraged me to go faster, but he did not force me. 

  It was not long before my mouth was sliding the length of his cock rapidly. I sucked it and my tongue swirled around it as my mouth moved up and down its length. John's hips began to thrust and retreat in unison with my mouth. He was moaning softly. I knew I could make him shoot his load into my throat with little effort, but I had other plans. 

      The yell was totally unexpected, ear piercing almost shrill. "What the hell, Dad!" 

      I stopped mid stroke. For a twenty year old man, Greg's yell sounded more like a frightened twelve year old girl who just stepped on a snake. John reached for his shorts, but I beat him to them and slid them to his ankles. I pulled my face from John's cock and replaced it with my right hand. 

      "What the hell! She's too young for sex. What are you doing?" 

      John's voice seemed to be lost, but mine was not. "He is not having sex. I am, and I am enjoying it. What is your problem?" 

      "You're too young! He can't be doing this! You can't do this!" 

      "I can do it! I am enjoying it and if you would stop interrupting, John will have a great time." My hand continued to stroke John's cock, despite the fact that it was starting to wilt. 

      "What you are doing is wrong! Dad! You can't do this! What you are doing is wrong. It isn't right." 

      "How can you say it is wrong? If you have never tried it, how can you condemn it?" Greg's gaze shifted to me, rather than his Dad. I had gotten his attention. "You have no idea what I can do. I can satisfy John and blow your mind at the same time." 

      Greg's eyes had obviously locked on to my tits, and my hand sliding up and down John's cock. The harshness of his face began to soften. The redness faded. 

      "You need to stop condemning and give it a try. If you hate it, then you can condemn it, but you will love it." 

      John's cock was slowly reviving. He nudged me gently. I knew it was time to act as well. Greg's eyes were still locked on my tits. I let go of John's cock and quickly moved to kneel in front of Greg. I unfastened his jeans. As I started to pull them down, he gripped the waistband. I looked up at him. He released his grip on his pants and I slid them below his knees. I pulled his jockey shorts down. His limp cock flopped out and hung like a wet noodle. 

     I scooped his cock into my mouth. My right hand moved to his scrotum and began fondling it and his balls. My tongue began shoving his cock around in my mouth as I began to suck it softly. I tilted my head to look up at him. Greg was staring down at me. I locked eyes with him as I ministered to his cock and balls. 

  It only took a few seconds before his cock began to respond. I could feel it stirring in my mouth as it started to swell. I slid my left hand up my body, from my hips to my tit. I cupped it and gave it a squeeze. Greg refocused to watch my hand. I pinched the hard bud between my thumb and index finger, stretched and twisted it. His eyes widened as he watched me play with my nipple. 

      His cock grew. I began allowing some of it to slide from my mouth, and take it back in again. My tongue continued to lick it, concentrating primarily on its head, frequently seeking out its tiny slit for extra attention. His eyes returned to my face as his cock swelled faster. He put his hands on my head and his fingers tangled in my hair. I began sliding my lips up and down the length of his cock, which grew longer with each stroke. 

      I motioned for John to join us by the doorway. He stood next to Greg. His cock had regained the hardness it had lost when Greg first arrived. He was watching Greg's cock sliding in and out of my mouth. My left hand wrapped around his cock and I began stroking it. Greg's cock reached into my throat. I pulled back until only its tip was within my mouth. For only a couple of seconds I held it while my tongue again teased the slit. Then I quickly engulfed the entire cock. My face slammed into him. 

      Greg shuttered. I remained with my face pressed into him. My throat muscles twitched, squeezing his cock. He tightened his grip on my hair and pushed forward, slipping his cock slightly farther into my throat. His hips rocked back as he pulled my head away from him. As the head of his cock began to slip from my lips, he drove his hips forward and pulled my head to him. His cock rammed into my throat. Gag reflexes caused my throat to contract around it and spasm, exciting him more. He pulled out and pounded back in again. He held me tightly against him, flattening my nose, making it hard to breathe. 

      After a few long moments, he repeated the pounding stroke. This time there was only a brief hesitation before he did it again. There was no hesitation now. The fierce strokes repeated rapidly. I doubted he would hold out long. I expected his cum to gush into my throat and mouth on every stroke. 

      John interrupted Greg's rush to orgasm. He told him to slow down and suggested we move to the living room, where everybody could be more comfortable. Reluctantly, Greg slowed his pace. He shoved his cock into my throat a couple more times, holding me against him on the last thrust. I could feel and taste a stream of precum leaking from that tiny slit. That tiny leak excited me more. I would have gladly taken more of his driving thrusts until I had swallowed every drop of cum he could provide. 

  Greg's jeans and jockey shorts remained in the kitchen with John's shorts. As we moved towards the sofa, John and Greg shed their t-shirts. In front of the sofa, John unhooked and unzipped my skirt, while Greg struggled to remove my top. With my help, he pulled it over my head and tossed it aside. 

      Reaching around me from behind, one of John's long middle fingers found the slit between my labia. It was greeted by a trickle of my juices that were escaping from my hot pussy. The finger followed the slit up to my swollen clit and began rubbing it with circular motions. Greg's hands were kneading my tits. His mouth covered my left nipple as his tongue danced lightly around it. 

      John's cock laid pressed in the crack of my ass. It was wet. I could feel a tiny stream of precum creeping down between my ass cheeks. My right hand found Greg's cock and resumed stroking it. It too was dripping precum, making it slick and almost feeling silky. I leaned my head back onto John's shoulder as I relished the attention of the two men. John's cock was a bit longer than Greg's, but his son's was slightly fatter. As pleasure filled my head, I imagined both cocks inside me. It made no difference which cock filled what hole, as long as they were in me simultaneously. 

      I did not have to wait long for my fantasy to turn real. John maneuvered me towards the sofa. He sat down and pulled me backwards to him. Greg's hands continued playing with my tits as I straddled John with my knees on the sofa. With his right hand he held his cock, guiding it towards my ass while his left hand pulled me towards him. The tip of his cock pressed against my sphincter. I pushed back. The head of his cock popped through the tight, puckered ring. 

      John's hands moved to my hips. Slowly he pulled me down. His cock slid farther into my ass. Greg's mouth had found my right nipple. He sucked it hard, stretching it with his lips pinching it tightly. I shivered as a wave of pleasure washed through me. John's cock moved deeper, half its length had moved through my sphincter as I sunk closer to him. With a strong thrust, John drove the rest of his cock into me. I shivered again. He held me in place as he withdrew his cock and drove it in again. His pelvis crashed into my buttocks. He pulled nearly out of me and thrusted in again and again. My shiver was becoming more of a shake. 

      Several strokes later, John held my ass against him as he pulled down. His hands slid up my sides, brushing along my tits and coming to rest on the front of my shoulders. As he pulled me back to rest against him, he told Greg to fuck my wet pussy. He slid forward to the edge of the sofa as he separated his legs, forcing my legs to spread wider and my feet to move to the floor. 

  Greg stepped to me. His lust was clearly written on his face. His cock needed little guidance to find its mark. There was no hesitation, no slowness or gentleness to his motions. As soon as the tip of his cock pushed between my pussy's lips, it plummeted into me. Its full length diving in until his body hit against mine. Instantly his pace was fast and strong. John lifted me slightly, giving Greg more access for a deeper plunge. 

      John resumed fucking my ass. At first the strokes of the two cocks were completely out of sync. Greg's cock was making at least two strokes for John's one. John quickened his speed. Soon the pounding of their cock's matched, but in opposite directions. As John's cock rammed in, Greg's withdrew. The two cocks pressed together through the thin, sensitive walls of my vigina and bowels. I had been double penetrated before, but I could not remember a more exquisite or stimulating fucking. 

       It felt as though I had been plugged into a wall socket. Thousands of tiny fingers tingled as they raced up and down my spine. The pounding end of every thrust intensified the sensation. I convulsed. My body bucked and twitched uncontrollably. I rushed from one peak of ecstasy to another higher peak. My mind was overwhelmed as multiple orgasms washed through me. I could hear my screams and moans, but had no knowledge of emitting them. 

      Greg screamed and groaned. Hot, sticky cum exploded deep inside my pussy. It splashed all over the walls of my vigina. Greg rammed into me a couple more times, then held his cock deep within me. It jumped repeatedly, shooting more of his cum into me. After a few minutes passed, he rocked back. His cock slipped from my pussy and he sat on the floor. 

      John wiggled and slid from the sofa, holding me pressed to him so my ass could not escape his cock. He moved me to my knees on the floor with Greg in front of me. My mouth immediately engulfed his withering cock. My tongue licked up the cum and my own juices coating it as I sucked more from him. John wasted no more time. He resumed the hard pounding of my ass as he gripped my waist. 

      It was several minutes before John's cock erupted, sending his own cum in a gusher deep within my bowels. I shook violently as another powerful orgasm overcame me. My body quivered and jerked wildly. Without John's hold on my waist I would have collapsed onto Greg and pulled my ass from John. His ruthless fucking of my ass did not falter. Every plunge, every wad of cum shooting into my bowels, pushed me further out of control. I was a bowl of gelatin on the table during an earthquake. The only things existing to my brain was the ecstasy and the relentless cock that was causing it. 

  I felt empty and abandoned when John's cock slipped from my sphincter, limp and drained. He let go of my hips and fell against the sofa. I had no strength left and rolled on to my side, my legs still bent at the knees. Time passed, but I had no sense of how much. Slowly my mind cleared and eventually I was able to move. I had no memory of them moving, but I found the men sitting on the sofa. 

      "Nice to see you're beginning to function again," John said as I pushed myself upright and sat on the floor. "I hope you don't think we're through." 

      John handed me a shot of bourbon. I gulped it down. It burned its way to my stomach. The burning helped to focus my mind. I handed the shot glass back to him. He placed it on an end table as his left hand took hold of his flaccid cock and shook it at me. 

      "Come on my busty little slut. It's time to start again." 

      They took me twice more that afternoon. Once was a role reversal of the first, with Greg fucking my ass and for the second they spit-roasted me with John in my swollen, wet pussy and Greg ramming his cock down my throat. In between each fucking I cleaned their cocks with my tongue and lips, while reinvigorating them for the next round. 

      In the end we were all completely spent. Greg collapsed in a recliner and John stretched out on the floor. I dressed and struggled home. I fell onto my bed and did not hear another thing until my alarm rang the next morning. Cum had leaked from me, staining my skirt and the bed spread. I wadded them up and tossed them into the corner of my closet. I was sore, my muscles were stiff, but I showered and was soon heading to school, with wonderful memories to get me through the day. 

  I enjoyed the duo occasionally over the next few years, and each of them individually frequently. Greg never did condemn anything about me again. He obviously learned to try it before knocking it.