Then she felt a pair of hands cupping her denim-clad ass. Apparently Jeff was feeling a little left out. She unzipped her fly while continuing to go down on Paul. She felt her pants being pushed down past her ass, but there was only so far they could go in that position. So she pushed Paul back so she could keep sucking his dick while she straightened her legs, allowing Jeff to push her pants and panties down to her ankles and letting her step out of them.
“Dude,” Jeff said, “she’s shaved down here.” After her first encounter with Sam and Karen, she had taken to shaving her pubic region. “She looks so fuckin’ sweet,” he added before burying his tongue in her exposed box.
‘I’m doing it,’ Tara thought. ‘I’m about to fuck two guys at once.’ She remembered how it had looked when she had caught Keira and Carlos together. Tara went down on Paul until she actually started to gag noisily, letting her spit dribble out the corners of her mouth. She pulled all the way Paul’s member and started jacking him off with her hand. “Talk dirty to me,” she said before licking the head of Paul’s dick. “Please?”
“What a dirty little whore she is,” Paul said with a smile. “Jeff, did you realize we had a little slut in the making right beside us for the last month?”
Jeff was a little too busy using broad strokes of his tongue to light up the pleasure centers in Tara’s pussy to respond, but he did give the girl’s ass a nice smack, causing it to redden.
“Did you like that slut?” Paul asked. “Do it again Jeff.” Jeff spanked her again. Paul grabbed Tara’s head and began taking charge of the tempo, though he was still careful not to feed her more than she could handle.
Tara’s arousal level was at an all time high. There were so many things she suddenly wanted to try, and she had found a great couple of guys to try them with. She used one hand to fondle Paul’s heavy testicles while noisily slurping on his fleshy rod. Jeff’s tongue was working all kinds of magic, and his hands had slid up her sweatshirt and was playing her nipples. She was a little uncomfortable with that due to her feelings about her chest size, but Jeff didn’t seem to care. And he had apparently eaten pussy a time or two in his twenty-five years of life, because she loved the sensations he was giving her. He played with her inner labia, traced the outer mound and flicked her clit repeatedly.
“Hold up,” Paul said. “I don’t want to cum in your mouth. At least, not right now.” Tara pulled his dick out of her mouth and just coddled his testicles for a minute while he waited for the need to cum to subside. “Why don’t you suck Jeff off now? He deserves a little treat for licking your cunt, don’t ya think?”
Tara gave a shy smile and turned around. Jeff stood up and took his jeans off. His cock was shorter than Paul’s, maybe six and a half inches long, but it was as think as her wrist with a nice bulbous head! She was only able to fit a couple of those inches in her mouth as it’s girth stretched her lips into an “O” shape. She was slobbering all over it in no time. And Paul had taken over the roll of eating Tara at. He didn’t try as many things as Jeff had, preferring to go up and down the slot hard and quick. He did use his fingers a bit, and he also flicked his tongue against her asshole a couple of times. She was surprised at how pleasurable that felt. Her moan of approval encouraged Paul to do that more often. Then she felt a finger pressed against her sphincter. Her buttocks flinched.
“Tara,” Paul said apologetically, “sorry. I . . .”
“It’s okay,” she said. “Go ahead. And where’s the dirty talk?”
She could almost sense Paul grinning evilly. “What a little whore she is,” he said to Jeff, who had taken a cue from Paul and had grabbed Tara’s head and was shoving his cock into her mouth a little harder. Tara wanted to play rough, so he would play rough. Paul slid a finger into her rectum and tentatively explored with it, but he never desisted in his oral attentions.
Tara felt a pressure building up in her body. She let Jeff’s cock slide completely out her mouth. “Oh God,” she muttered, “I think I’m gonna cum,” she cooed as her ass and legs started trembling. Paul enjoyed watching Tara’s pussy try and clamp down on his tongue, while her asshole did a good job of capturing his finger. She wasn’t a big gusher, but he did see her cum cover the outer labia, making them look deliciously slick. After her orgasm had subsided, he started rubbing his hand over her mound to get his fingers wet, then he used those fingers to tease her asshole some more. Then he stood up and spanked her ass again, making it glow red. Tara looked back at him at smiled. His cock was still hard, sticking out in front of him like a flagpole.
“I’m on the pill,” she said, “if that’s what you’re wondering.”
He smiled back and pushed the head of his cock into her waiting box. “Do you want this?” he asked. “Let me hear how you want it!”
She had started blowing Jeff again, but stopped to answer. “I want you to fuck me,” Tara said. “I want you to fit your great big dick into my pussy and fuck me hard.” She blushed a bit. She had been the one who had asked for the boys to talk dirty, but she was a bit unused to it herself. But she was also beginning to like it.
Paul sank all eight inches into Tara’s body. “You’re gonna half to try this,” he gasped to Jeff. “She’s so fuckin’ tight! I’ve never fucked such a tight pussy in such a little slut before!” He started pounding away, his hips slapping hard and often against her ass. Tara was back to sucking Jeff’s cock, taking as much as half of his thick beef stick into her mouth. She might never be able to deep throat like Karen had, but Jeff wasn’t complaining. And Paul kept fingering her asshole, which she found more than a little pleasurable. Her pussy and mouth were both being stretched to capacity. After about five minutes, she decided to change things. She’d been bent over long enough for her back to start bothering her. She lay on her back while Paul straddled her neck and stuck his cock into her mouth. She tasted her own fresh juices on his shaft, savoring them as his dick slid down her throat. Jeff positioned himself between her legs at the other end of the bed and stuck his shaft into her pussy.
“Oh fuck,” she murmured around Paul’s dick as Jeff’s particularly thick tool split her open and stuffed her like a Christmas turkey. She wrapped her legs around Jeff’s waist as he fucked her with reckless abandon.
“Man, the other guys are going to be so pissed when the find out what a fine piece of pussy they missed out on,” Jeff grunted.
“Maybe,” said Paul. “Or maybe this little slut will want some more tomorrow. She seems to be built for taking cock!”
Tara’s mind actually rolled over the idea. She let Paul’s dick slip out of her mouth. Then she licked her lips, smiled, and devoured his shaft again. For all their talk, Tara was FEELING like a slut, and she was enjoying it.
There was no rhyme or reason to the boys’ thrusting. Both Paul and Jeff were just thrusting their meat into Tara’s holes with impunity. More and more of Paul’s beautiful dick was vanishing into Tara’s throat. She had a hint of tears in her eyes as she tried to suppress her gag reflex, but she wanted to take as much of that shaft into her mouth as possible. She grasped Paul’s taut buttocks and helped in pushing him against her face. Jeff’s member was keeping her pussy nicely stretched as he pounded away. Every thrust elicited a high-pitched grunt to emanate from Tara’s mouth and travel up the skin of Paul’s cock. Her oral emanations further stimulating Paul’s sensitive member, and quickly pushed him over the edge.
“Does the little slut want a drink?” Paul said with heavy breath.
“Mmh hmm!” she hummed. Without further adieu, she felt his cock start to pump and she felt the first wave of warm cum plastering the inside of her mouth and throat. His smooth butt cheeks were so tight beneath her hands as she held him inside her. As the last wave of Paul’s jizz unloaded into her, and as a healthy gob leaked out of her mouth and down both sides of her chin, Jeff unloaded into her pussy. Soon, she was dripping white, sticky-sweet juice from both ends.
Jeff pulled out and sat on his bed, but Paul remained locked between Tara’s lips as she slowly and gently nursed his remaining seed from his softening, tender dick. She had swallowed as much as she could, but a good amount had seeped out and covered her face. Paul started scooping up the excess with his fingers and sticking them into her mouth, letting Tara suck off the residue greedily.
“What a nasty little slut,” Paul said with a grin while Tara smiled and blushed furiously.
“Crap, it’s late!” said Jeff. The blonde lifeguard promptly rolled over and went to sleep.
“How does he do that?” Paul muttered. Tara almost felt she should be offended, but she couldn’t help but snicker. Paul joined her in soft laughter. “So,” he said, “did you want to just crash here or . . .”
Tara thought about it. She felt no shame about what she had just done, but for some reason she didn’t want to see Keira right then. “Yeah,” she said, “but I need to get up early tomorrow.”
Paul reached over and set his alarm for an obscenely early hour, turned off the light and the two friends curled up under the covers.
‘Why don’t I want to see Keira right now?’ she said as Paul wrapped an arm around her. ‘It’s not like she’s exactly a saint.’ Confused but sexually satisfied, she basked in the warmth of Paul’s body as she felt sleep claiming her.
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The next morning . . .
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Tara woke up early, about fifteen minutes before alarm was set to go off. She slid out of bed and tiptoed into the bathroom. She took a moment to stare at her reflection in the mirror. She still looked . . . satisfied. ‘What are you doing, girl?’ she thought to herself. She noticed a small spot of dried cum on her chin. ‘Shit, I’d better shower.’ She quietly grabbed her clothes off the bedroom floor, got dressed and headed back to her own room. With any luck, she’d be able to sneak in without waking Keira and get cleaned up. She felt bad about sneaking out on Paul, but despite the fun she had during the previous night’s sex, she was feeling a bit less confident that she had done the right thing.