"Oh, God! Your cock is a monster, Bud. I can't even get my hand around it." I whispered to him.
I continued to pull on his cock and it stiffened in my hand. I lowered my pussy down onto his lap and put the broad head of his cock between my pussy lips and at the opening to my vagina. I moved it around to get the head wet with my juice and then I lowered my body down onto his fat cock. I felt the head push into my small opening and start to force its way into me. The feeling was incredibly hot, hotter than anything I had ever felt before, but it felt as if I were trying to fuck a telephone pole. The head went in only an inch or so and then stuck like a cork in a bottle. I twisted and squirmed around desperately, but there was no way I was going to get that cock into my pussy without some more preparation. I pulled up off of him and got down on my knees. I took his big cock in both hands and started to lick it like an ice cream cone.
"It's just too big for my little pussy, Bud." I told him, between licks. "I'll have to get stretched out before you can put it in me. OK?"
"OK," he groaned, dissappointed. He rolled his hips back and spread his knees to make it easier for me to get to his fat dick. I kissed it up and down and licked the head all around.
"I want you to cum for me, Bud." I said. "I want to taste your cum. Please cum in my mouth. Pleeeeease." I whined, like a little girl begging for a treat.
Bud slumped back in the chair and pushed his ass up off the chair. He moaned like he was dying and I clamped my mouth over the head of his cock. I started sucking wildly, trying to coax the cum out of his balls. I was rewarded with a stream of cum that spattered against the roof of my mouth. It was followed by five more just as strong. It felt like I was sucking a fire hose. Bud's cum filled my mouth and I swallowed reflexively, just in time to have it fill again. The third mouthful was the last and I took my mouth off his cock and savored the flavor. It was sweet and slightly salty, with a faint metallic flavor. I liked it. Bud was looking at me swish his cum around in my mouth. I opened wide and showed him the cum he had given me then swallowed the whole load and opened my mouth again to show him it was all gone.
I bent over his drooping cock and licked it clean, then I gave the head a final suck. I was surprised to be able to draw out another small swallow of cum. I kissed Bud's cock and stood up.
When I turned around I saw Jim standing in the doorway. He had a football jersey in one hand and his cock in the other. It was already hard again. I smiled and took the jersey from him and gave his hard cock a quick stroke.
"Sorry, only one cum per customer right now, guys." I told him. "Put them away and come down to lunch. Your mother is waiting on us. I want you to go down and thank her for inviting me to live with you, OK?"
They both grinned like idiots and nodded agreement. As we walked down the hall, I pulled the jersey over my head. It fit me like a tent. It came down to the backs of my calves in back, but my breasts held the front up so it just came to my knees. The short sleeves came down to my forearms and the neck was so wide that it slipped off one shoulder, leaving it bare. Both boys seemed to think it was the prettiest thing I had ever worn, judging from the looks they gave me.
"Do you have plans for tonight?" I asked them on the way down the stairs.
"Lori and Sara Henderson are coming over about seven." Jim said. I knew the Henderson girls. Lori was Jim's age and Sara was the same age as me and Bud. They were both very attractive brunettes with good figures.
"You mean you two have dates?" I asked with a tone of mock surprise. "Well good for you!"
"Yeah, you could say that." Bud answered, shyly. "We were just going to hang out, though. Mom won't let Jim drive at all since he busted up the car last year and she won't let me drive the car without her along. It's embarrassing to have to have your Mom take you places, you know. We're too old for this shit."
"Yeah, I guess." I wouldn't know. My mother wouldn't even let me take Driver's Ed when I turned 16. I had never touched the wheel of a car. "Well, I have a date too, I'll have you know."
"Who?" Both boys asked together. I didn't care for the note of jealousy in their voices. But it was nice to hear that they felt possessive of me.
"Do you know Neeka Morgan, from up the street?"
"Yeah?" Jim said. "She's a fox! But she's way shy," he continued, "She hardly ever talks to anyone. Why?"
"She's my date." I said. Bud and Jim looked at each other, but, to their credit, neither said a word.
"What?" I asked, trying to get them to open up. I wanted to know how they felt about me dating Neeka.
"Well," Jim said hesitantly, "she's a girl."
I stopped on the landing, blocking their way, and crossed my arms under my breasts. "So am I. Do you have something against girls, or was that your point?" I asked.
"Uh, no. I mean, yes. Oh, crud."
I gave them both a second to think it over. If this was going to be a problem, if was best if we got it out in the open now. I decided to lay it out for them.
"As you say, she's a fox. I am attracted to her and I think she feels the same way about me. Later on, we might get a little physical. Is the sight of two girls necking going to gross you out? Are we going to have to hide up in my room?"