Cherry Pie: Born Again Virgins

"Oh my." Sweet Jennifer's words slipped out at the sight of his stiffness, bouncing once, twice, before settling, pointed directly at her lips.

"Uhhh!" Matt started when both MargO's hands wrapped around him, squeezing, holding, hefting his weight.

"This is a cock, Jen-Jen. A hard on. A boner. A big, thick fuckstick, stiff and ready to pop your tight, new cherry."

"Uh! Ohh." Matt groaned when the top fingers slipped up his shaft, squeegeeing the slick precum from his head in one excruciating motion. He could see the viscous wet glitter gathered where tiny thumb met her first finger.

The other hand, starting at his root, pumped up his length. This thumb traced the tender underside of the shaft, teasing more of his fluid up to gather in a thick clear drop, leaking from the slit at the very tip of his swollen head. "Taste it. Taste his precious seed. Before he pumps you full of it."

Finally looking up at him, eyes moist and wide. "May I?" Again he nodded. Jenny opened her mouth, let her tongue slip out before she looked back down to the stiff rod in front of her. Her hand nudged the smaller one off, fingers squeezing in a gentle rhythm that did not feel like the work of an inexperienced virgin. Matt did not complain.

She looked down at the girl kneeling next to her on the sheepskin. "Mine."

MargO shrugged, stood. "For now." She moved back to the couch, making a point of dipping a finger into the precum collected at the web of her other hand.

She sucked the fingertip. "Mmm. So fucking good." The finger scooped back for more as she turned, sat close to Brittany.

Matt's sister, no hand now moving between her thighs, twisted toward MargO and began to speak. She was cut off when the slim cum-covered finger pushed in past her parting lips. She squealed, sealing her mouth tight, the finger tip still within.

MargO retrieved her finger, laughing. "You tasted your bother's cum. You tasted your brother's cum. Wait. Ohmygod. Did you just swallow? Oh fuck that is hot! She just fucking swallowed her brother's cum!"

"You guys!" Jenny sounded exasperated. Matt's mind whirled. A fantasy bikini girl about to suck his cock, two beauties tasting his cum. Brittany tasting his cum. "This is my dare."

Brittany finally spoke up. "Yeah, this dare's gone on long enough. There is a time limit, you know."

"There is?"

"Yes, there is. This is just the first time we've needed to enforce it. Whose turn is it?"

"Mine." Matt was sure of that. He had been dared to show how he would take Jenny's soft, curvy virginity and now his wingman was cutting him off. "Jen-Jen, I dare you to keep going, letting me show you exactly what I would do. While these two stay out of it. Go ahead, Jen, take it in your mouth, taste it."

He stroked her hair back from her face, held it to the back of her head. She leaned in and opened her lips wide enough for him to slide between them.

"That's it. Good girl. So good." She didn't take much more than his head in, bobbing, licking tentatively. Matt wondered how much was a Born Again act, how much real.

He heard a soft moan from the couch. Glancing into the flickering dark there, he saw his sister and MargO turned, facing one another. Brittany had the web between MargO's thumb and forefinger held between her lips. His sister slurped there, sucking in any remaining residue of his seed while the smaller girl watched, jaw hanging open. He held Jenny's head and thrust his hips at the unexpected, taboo, and incredibly sexy sight.

She whined around his cock, as it forced her mouth open wide, then resumed her bobbing rhythm, taking him deeper.

"Okay." His voice was a harsh whisper. "Okay. Jen. Enough."

Adding his other hand to her head, he held her in place, extracted his cock from her slurping lips. She whined again, looking up at him with eyes shining moist with held back tears. "Do you want this inside of you?"

She nodded as he shoved his boxer briefs the rest of the way down, kicked them off. He lowered his weight onto his knees, joining her on the luxurious rug. Matt pulled he close, kissed her, his hands now roaming freely over her body. One slipped under the small triangle accenting a breast, squeezed her soft weight before catching her nipple between finger and thumb.

The other hand seized her rounded hip, tugged her lower body hard against him, grinding. She moaned louder into his mouth, added her efforts to the force pressing them together. Her hands, fingers, scrambled, frantic through his hair, down over shoulders and arms. He found a loose end of the bow tying her bikini bottom, pulled.

"Lay back." His mouth against hers.

"It's 'lie back'." Her grin ended in a nibble on just upper lip.

He leaned forward enough to topple her balance, caught her with an arm around her back to lower her onto the fleece. His free hand stripped a half-tied tangle of blue from her hips and down one long, curvy leg. He set it near his own briefs, then leaned over enough to grab the leg of his sweats, pull them into the pile.

"So. Innocent, sweet Jennifer." He kneeled over her, naked between her legs. Two narrow triangles still attempted to hold her breasts in check as she looked up at him, drawing deep breaths through her nose. "This is what you want? For me to take this precious cherry right here right now, with the fire burning?"

She nodded agreement.

"With this?" The took his stiff shaft in his hand, slapped it down. He landed, wet and slick, on thin hair over soft skin beginning to fold between her legs, with an audible smack.

Jenny jumped. "Ahh!"

Matt moved back on the lambskin@, bending forward to take his weight on his hands. "I'll take that as a yes."

He leaned in enough to lick, one single long pass, up between Jenny's soft thighs.

"Aayy!" Her body jolted, hands scrabbling for the assailant, leg kicking out. Her hips lunged upward, bring her most sensitive spot back into Matt has he pulled up from his first teasing lick.

He licked harder, sucking as she screamed again, pushing his head, his mouth away. "Too much. Oh. Wow. Too. Too much."

"Sorry, Jenny." He whispered, stroked her legs, then her belly, felt it relax. His breath, warm and close sent a string of tremors through her. A soft, gentle tongue, lapping slowly.

She murmured at the ceiling. "Oh my. So much." Full breasts shook in the little bikini as quivers filled her. "Aaah!"

The more powerful twitch triggered as soon as his attention increased. "Matt. Please. It's so much right now. I'm so ready. Please." Hands that had pulled him to her waist, pulled him away, now led him up along her body, bring his hard stiffness back into her view and close between her legs.

A hand scrambled between them before she found him, aimed him at her newly virgin center. He leaned closer to kiss her, felt her hips lift toward her guiding hand.

"Wait." He pushed up, back on his heels.

"Whaat?" She still held him, began to move her hand.

"This. Something all virgins need to know." He grabbed his sweats and retrieved the foil package from his pocket. "Have you ever put one on before?"

Jenny shook her head.

"Then watch. You can try it another time." It earned him a smile and eased a little tension. She did watch, along with two other spectators, as he rolled the thin cover down over his staff, illuminated by the flickering orange light.

He slid his hand up-down his length, allowing his knuckles to ride against her, feeling how slick the evening had conspired to leave her. She shuddered at the direct contact. "Last chance to back out."

"Same for you."

"No, it's not. This is your dare that I cannot refuse." He dragged the head up, allowing it to push between swollen lips, parting her outermost slit. "I can't stop, Jen, unless you tell me to."

Down he dragged it, bringing a whimper from her and a soft groan from himself as he saw the covered head vanish inside watch. "I have to keep going."

Her back arched with the next trip, slow and deeper. Another whimper. Not just the head now, he was inside her, but still moving up and down, still held in his fist. "I'm have to push myself inside you, I must take your innocence, with my cock buried inside your tight, virgin body, unless you tell me to stop. That's the rules."

Matt dragged the head deeper between her lips. He held himself pointed into her depths, head fully inside. His hips pumped and he slid in, through his fist, deeper by only a finger's breadth, then back. "Last chance."

"Please, Matt. Fuck me."

"Arggh." His hips lunged forward as he cried out. Jenny's cry was higher, louder, continued after his became a breathy growl. Her back arched deeper, stayed there, shivering with tiny rapid spasms. His pace was slow but insistent. The firelight glinted off her juices slickening his shaft before every push back in.

"Jesus, Marg. He's actually fucking her."

"I know. I'm as wet as she is. And she's starting to fuck him back."

"She is. Naughty naughty virgin." Jenny's knees were bent now. Her hands held them and her legs, opening herself to Matt.

"Lucky lucky virgin."

"Yeah. Hey!" Brittany squealed in surprise, his sister's voice bringing Matt's eyes.

"Damn. You're as wet as I am." MargO's tiny hand was high between Brittany's legs, captured by his sister's own hand on top.

"Matt." One word from Jenny brought him back. She let go of her knees and brought both hands in, to cradle her breasts. She pushed them together before catching each blue triangle with curling fingers and parting them like curtains, exposing the two breasts he had pictured so many times over the last couple of years.

Matt's hips continued to pump on their own as he watched the show.

"That's it. Fuck me, Matt. Fuck me good." Leaving her chest exposed, supported by the shoved aside bikini cups, her hands again wrapped behind her knees, hugged them close.

"Do you think they're going to be done soon?"

"Do you think she looks like a virgin?"

"Seriously I could do way better. Time's up, I think. Let's go on without them. MargO. Truth or dare?"

"Hmm. Truth, I think."

"Would you like to kiss me?"

"Where?"

"That's not an answer."

"Okay. I'll give you the truth. But clarify one thing for me please."

"Like?"

"Did I hear you say you could do a way better job than her of being a virgin while you're brother is fucking you with that fine dick of his?"

"You know what I meant."

"I think I do. Even if you won't admit it, I think I do. Now. To answer your question. Would I like to kiss you? Duh. You're gorgeous, sexy, sweet, and fun. Of course I want to kiss you. And lick and taste you."

"Well?" Matt resisted looking. But his sister sounded like she had trouble catching her breath. "Are you going to?"

"Going to what?"

"Kiss me!"

"Oh, did you want me to?"

"MargO!"

"What? That was a truth, not a dare. This isn't no stupid show and tell." Even without seeing her face, the smile was clear in the petite girl's voice. "Do you want me to kiss you?"

"Yes please."

"Where?"

"MargO!"

"Just asking. Wait. It's my turn, huh? Britt, truth or dare?"

"Ah, dare. And I hope it involves kissing."

"Not to worry. I dare you to let me kiss you..."

"Okay!" Her agreement was bright and immediate.

"...under your little silicone pasties."

Matt's head turned to look. He forced his eyes back to Jenny under him, his pace increasing as a tingling fire began to spread down his spine.

"Okay." The second 'okay' sounded quieter, suddenly less sure.

"Come here." Even as MargO spoke the request, she tugged up on the rough hem of the cropped T. This time the pert hemispheres stayed exposed, dim in the firelight. MargO held the shirt up with one hand. With the other, she peeled a soft rubber cover from one breast.

"It's smushed!" Jenny turned to look at that, giving Matt permission to turn his head again. MargO brought her mouth close. "I have to kiss it better."

"Oh. Yes." Matt pulled the long curvy legs higher as he thrust into Jenny. Heels wrapped behind him. Full breasts bounced wide at the force. His sister grabbed black hair to keep MargO's lips and tongue where they were. The words themselves he heard might have been Brittany's, or Jen's, or his own. His vision went dimmer, redder than the fire could explain.

"That's it."

"Like that."

So good."

"Suck it."

"God. Yes."

"Fuck her."

"Harder."

That's it."

"So close."

"Cum for me."

"Uhh."

"God."

"Yes."

"So much."

His eyes were locked to Jenny's as he came, pulsing inside her as her legs pulled him close in time with each agonizing, ecstatic peak. The words filled the air around them. Some had escaped their own lips, but neither could have identified which. Others had been been soundless thoughts suddenly voiced from another throat.

Matt collapsed on top of her, enjoying the naked softness slick under his own sweaty weight as they each struggled to catch their breath. Jenny's long fingers combed through his hair. "Not the way I would recommend popping just any cherry, but damn, I will never forget my new first time."

He levered himself back up on his hands, to look down at her again. Her hands stroked over his shoulders, explored his upper arms where the muscles was flexed, displayed by his position. He smiled. "I think I'll always remember your new first time too."

"I hope so. But a few friendly pointers. If you're going to break in any real virgins. Okay?"

He nodded, still smiling. He moved his softening shape inside her. "Please."

"Ooh. Um. Fire, sheepskin, very good. A+. Nice rhythm, definitely, but might want to be a bit gentler on a first timer. But credit for giving this born again virgin what she wanted." She pushed her hips into him in a slow circle.

"Also, try to keep your focus on her. No looking off at another girl while you're doing the deed."

"You looked too!" Matt blushed hot enough for it to be obvious even in the red light of the coals.

"Who wouldn't?" She turned her head again, looking directly at Brittany and MargO. The cropped top was back down, now showing twin shadowy hints that had been missing earlier, and the two girls snuggled close, watching. "Probably a good idea to not be popping any real cherries while a little nympho sucks on your sister's titties."

MargO kicked tiny, onesie-clad feet as the two girls laughed. "I didn't hear you complaining."

Jenny stuck her tongue out at them. "I was fine with Matt here, on the furs in front of the fire. But I will thank you two for the show; you have no idea what your performance was doing to the way he did me."

She tightened he legs around him, pushing into him, grinding her hips up off the floor.

"Oop." She let herself drop when her last motion slipped him free, out of her and wet between her thighs. He slid, still cased in a loosening condom, up along her swollen opening to plop with a soft slap on the tender flesh below her belly. "I think we'd better clean up."

Matt snagged the dropped robe, helped Jenny to her feet, both suddenly shy. He wrapped it over her shoulders. "Take our Mom's bath. I'll go upstairs to mine. Hey."

He said the last as she spun to go, and kissed her when she turned back. "Thanks."

Her hand slid up the outside of one arm, stopping, massaging again on muscles below the shoulder. He looked down between them, at the wanton, curving revelation between the open sides of the robe. A single blue string, still holding fast across her midsection, showed in the gap between two swelling mountains. She spun away once more. "Any time."

Matt cupped a hand under the sagging end of the condom, weighted with his own seed and wet with Jenny's juices. A sudden, keen awareness of his nakedness, of his audience, struck him. He took the stairs in a quick waddle with his hand almost between his legs.

He heard a wolf whistle from the couch. "I gotta pee too."

"Go ahead, use mine, MargO. First on the left upstairs. Now where'd that second joint go?" The faint conversation ended when he closed his own door. Each bedroom in the house had its own attached bath.

Once in his own, he turned on the water and leaned his free hand on the counter, grinned at the mirror. "Holy shit. You dog. I can't believe that just happened."

He shook his head in disbelief, still grinning as he looked down, leaning close over the sink to peel the latex mess off.

"Wait." It wasn't loud, almost a whisper. Still, he jumped back in alarm.

MargO stood, tiny hand on his bathroom door. "Let me."

For the second time, she was on her knees on front of him, reaching for wetness there.

"Oh, shit, MargO, what are you doing?"

Nimble fingers encircled him, slid the loose condom - slick now inside and out - back up over his half-firm form. Dark eyes watched as his captured seed molded around the thicker bulb at the end. Her lips wrapped around it, her tongue slurping underneath, oddly distant through the latex. "Mmmm."

She released it with a 'pop'. "Thank you. I've always wanted to taste that tramp's pussy, and she just won't let me." A pink tongue folded out when her mouth opened for more.

"MargO!" Brittany replaced her friend at his door. The naughty pierced Kitty stood, keeping a hand on him. His sister stared where the little hand stayed.

"Oops. I guess we got caught." The tiny girl gave him a brief pumping squeeze. "Laters."

Matt almost thought it was MargO who dragged his sister away from his room, Brittany's eyes never rising above his naked waist. He looked again at the mirror, wondered why the bright image he saw in his mind were the clear signs of nipples now showing through his sister's thin top. Then an image of MargO's lips descending on a hardened tender tip. His cock twitched, even though he pictured those lips on a different tip, much smaller than his own.

After the condom had been tied off and discarded and a quick rinse off leaning over the sink, he pulled on thicker, looser flannel boxers. Not so clinging and more comfortable than the snug boxer briefs. The fear of being exposed with a boner seemed distant now. It was still underwear, so he hadn't violated his dare.

"Catch up, stud." Sweet Jennifer was back in her sweatpants, and different shirt. The loose T only vaguely disguised the softly moving breasts within. She kissed the line of his jaw, allowing teeth to graze his skin, before handing him the lit joint, the wire handle already bent outward. It was the same sensitive spot MargO had nipped at.

Brittany brought him a drink and handed it over as he exhaled, her eyes twinkling bright. "Take another hit, big brother. We started without you."

"I think all kinds of things may have started without me here. I didn't know you liked girls."

"What?" She looked defiant. "What's not to like? When MargO decides she wants to suck, who could say no to those lips?"

"I can't argue with that." Without thinking about it, Matt slipped his drink hand around his sister's waist, put the joint to his lips again.

"I could say no to those lips. And have more than once." Jenny confirmed what MargO had hinted in the bath.

Brittany followed Matt's lead, slipping her arm under his and around him. It felt comfortable. Then his cold glass, wet with condensation, touched the bare skin showing under her T. She squealed, pushing harder against him, away from the icy touch.

"Geez, you two! Get a room." Jenny crossed her arms as she spoke, pushing two rounded pillows up and together under her shirt.

Brittany pushed him away. "Hey, he touched me with his glass, it was cold. Pervert."

"Want me to dare you to give him a lap dance, Britt? Not sure who'd like that more." MargO joined in the teasing.

"I know, really?"

"It's not your turn, little lap slut." Brittany avoided the question. "You dared me last."

Matt protested. "Wait. Jen-Jen dared me. I missed my turn."