by RodgertheDodger (annerogerduncan@sti.net)

Story Code: MM/f

It's me! Phyllis! You know from the story of Mr. Emerson. Can I be honest? Hope so because I have to tell you that most exciting thing in my young life to that date was being fucked by a man...a real man...by Mr. Emerson! I could barely sleep that night thinking of his cock entering my cunt and setting me on fire...of how my whole body throbbed each time I squatted deeply down on his tool and each time he lustily thrust into me. I was delirious and filled and wanted that feeling in my cunt, in my body in my soul, in my whole being...again and again...Only I had to wait for a day or so...time moved slowly at home, at school, and then one day Mr. Emerson wasn't on the porch as I walked home from school. It was "our" little signal that he was ready to see me, me! Phyllis, of the school skirt and blouse and high stockings and the wet hot naked body and aching cunt...that Phyllis. My body was alert and I felt wet and cool as I opened the gate and walked to his door. Already was my cunt aching for his hard "man" cock.

Little did I know I was in for a big surprise. Remember how his turgent cock was limp and resting on his leg when he had finished fucking me? Of course you do. But, the truth? I wanted more fucking than he could give me that glorious afternoon...but I would take what I could get...one climax...one orgasm...and it was the best climax/orgasm I had ever had but I wasn't finished. My body was ready for more fucking but Mr. Emerson, alas, was limp. I didn't know it at the time but on the way home I was thinking of more fucking and more release and as my legs strode the path, rubbing together I started to come again all by myself. What to do? I didn't know.

I walked the short distance to Mr. Emerson's front door and knocked. "Come in Phyllis you sweet succulent girl," he said. His words sent shivers through me and I had a sudden image of a stiff cock, wet because of me, and I was instantly wet because of the thought. I opened the door. "I have a little surprise for you Phyllis," he said. He wasn't in the kitchen and I looked to the living room. It was Mr. Emerson...but he wasn't alone...there was another person sitting on the couch. "Come and sit down," he said and I did between the two men. "This is James," he said, " a good friend." I was hot now. "I told him about you and about us and he wanted to meet you."

I reached over and shook his hand...another man with a warm smile and a warm hand to go with it. He held my hand and looked into my eyes. He was handsome and had a mustache...I had never kissed a man with a mustache...he leaned over and kissed me...I liked how he felt on my mouth as his tongue darted inside and moved around. I was getting uncomfortable and moved on the couch, spreading my legs. I was hot and kissed him a very hot kiss...playing with his tongue in my mouth. Mr. Emerson got up and brought us a drink. "Phyllis," he said, "James is a very sexual man." I nodded and broke the kiss, taking a drink from Mr. Emerson, swallowing and putting it down on the coffee table. I didn't know what was going to happen. I was a little scared with two grown men on either side but I sat and waited.

Now it was Mr. Emerson's turn to kiss me...his tongue was so active and while I was kissing him James' hands were up my skirt. I opened my legs for him. I wore no panties and hadn't since first being fucked by Mr. Emerson. I wanted to be ready. James said: "You have a hot cunt, Phyllis." I broke my kiss and looked at him...his fingers at me..."and you're very wet," James said. He was fingering my clit now, unzipping my little school skirt and slipping it off. Then he got on the floor in front of me and pulled my slender legs on either side of his face. No one had ever done that to me. I couldn't wait. His face was between my legs and I jumped as he kissed my cunt and began to lick. "You're sweet...I like your taste," he said as he licked and fingered and pulled my lips. "Oh," I said and scooted down onto his mouth. If fucking was good this was also good and I lifted to that magical tongue at work on my body. I grunted little female grunts as he licked away and my ears filled. My hands were on his ears, cuddling his ears, then playing with his active tongue. I was somewhere not in Mr. Emerson's living room...waves were washing me...waves opening my legs wide...waves splashing and now Mr. Emerson was kissing me again...two mouths taking Phyllis to some other place as I spent and convulsed with two mouths, two tongues bringing me off, my head jerking from side to side and sounds coming from me in gasps.

We then sat and rested. Was that it? Was that my surprise? James stood and took off his shorts from which sprang another gorgeous hard cock. I looked at it in front of me and reached out to pet and hold. "What do you want?" James asked. "Tell me what you want, Phyllis." I nodded and said, with a smile: "You know." James said..."No. Tell me exactly." I looked at him and then at Mr. Emerson. They knew what I wanted but they wanted to hear me say it. I hesitated and made them wait. I could play this little game. Finally, I looked up at James, standing in front of me: "James," I said, "Fuck me...really fuck me with that wonderful cock. Fuck my cunt until I start to cry." James had a huge smile and approached me, lifting me up, putting his cock teasingly between my legs, back and forth along my lips...I could feel his hair on mine and flexed as he rubbed his penis on my cunt lips. Then he pushed me down and I lay on the floor...he looked down at me, standing over me, took my feet, rubbing them, spreading them. I was so open and vulnerable and wet was dripping on my lips...he looked down and smiled then kneeled between my legs lifting them over his shoulders.

I was a willing and open female for his maleness...I looked along my body to see his cock approaching and then touching...I was anxious now and needed completion...I reached for him and he pushed away my hand..."No," he said. "James Junior doesn't need any guidance. He sees what he wants and he wants to fuck your wet cunt." The words were thrilling and I closed my eyes, feeling the first touching on my body of 'James Junior,' I waited and tightened and then his head parted my pussy lips and began thrusting. I lifted with each thrust and lifted again with each withdrawal...milking his cock with my body and he began to fuck me in earnest...my body and mind now a kind of fucking machine...I felt my climax building and we were both feverish...fucking, fucking, fucking...it was so wonderful and I was crying now telling him dirty words of fucking and coming and my arms around James as he spilled into me.

I laid on the floor, his body on mine, our breathing slowed and he laid to one side. He was very good but, in my mind, as with Mr. Emerson days before, my young body was satisfied but only for a time. I reached and felt James' limp cock and wondered why I felt I needed more but knowing I did.

"Phyllis?" it was Mr. Emerson. "I think you wore out James." I laughed. "Now it's my turn." I opened my eyes to see Mr. Emerson, naked and erect, standing over me, then kneeling between my legs, his cock near my cunt. "You want more, don't you? It's why I invited my friend." I just nodded. It was indecent to want more but it was true. Just one hard cock fucking was great but it could be better. I was ready for one more ride and now Mr. Emerson's cock was playing with my dripping lips. I put my hand down to guide it, lifting my bottom for insertion.

"Phyllis," Mr. Emerson said: "You want more fucking...more ramming...more cumming...don't you?" I just nodded. "You're a very sexual young woman. Fucking is good." He thrust into me and I let out my breath. "Very good." And he thrust again shaking my bottom he went so deep. It was calm at first. Just thrusting and my lifting...just mechanical and I wondered to myself what would happen. Mr. Emerson kept at me, kissing me, rubbing my arms, fucking me and then I began to have those feelings again...my ears were filling again...my body began to throb again and my head was dizzy, my eyes closing, my mouth making strange sounds with each thrust into my aching hot body...his cock stroking the walls of my cunt again and again and I was then on fire again...my fingernails digging into his shoulders...I wanted this again and wanted this now and he was giving me what I wanted..."Oh," I cried and again and again.

This was better than the first. I had more in me to give...more passion and he was bringing me to a new place...I lifted my legs and opened them...my hands holding him into me, writhing on his plunging cock which made me cum and throb and cry out again as he was urgent now...me, too...and then I was in another place and exhausted and excited and gripping him never wanting to leave my heaving body. And then we slowed and now I had two limp men on either side of me and we were breathing down...breathing down...in a dream state. Mr. Emerson was a nice man. A very nice man and two nice men were better than one! They covered me and we rested our exhausted bodies and I dreamed of another day like this. What other delights might be in store for me...I would see...time would tell. I could hardly wait and felt all the cum on my bottom cheeks...my cunt was still throbbing from the attention...these two men beside me but was I still ready for more? Hmmm.

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