Movie Night

This is it, she thought, and pulled the straps of her camisole down over her shoulders, and then the top of it over her bare breasts, letting them fall out of it, her nipples hard as diamonds. The brushing of the material against them made her shudder perceptibly. She let out an audible, stuttered sigh, then said, 'How about each of you spray my tits while I finger myself.' Then she opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and licked her lips until they were shiny with saliva.

'Holy-Holy fuck,' said Chris. They were transfixed. Unconsciously, and as one, they closed in around Molly, like they were staking out territory, like animals going in to compete for a fresh kill. They didn't even realize they'd moved.

Chris was the first to undo his pants. His cock was pressed upward, caught in his boxer-briefs. Molly noted that it wasn't big, but it was pretty thick. He pulled down his shorts and it sprang out perpendicular to his body. Molly smiled and looked up at him, squeezing her naked tits and nipples, breathing heavily. Chris could see the pulse in her neck beating rapidly. It was all he could do not to force himself forward and stick his shaft in her mouth, which was barely a foot from the tip of his prick. Molly sensed this and opened her mouth, as if daring him to do it.

Eli said, 'Circle jerk it is, then!' and opened his pants, too. His dick was much bigger than Chris's, longer and leaner and really smooth. Images of it pistoning in and out of her pussy flashed in Molly's mind. She couldn't resist herself, and she reached forward to touch it.

'No touchy!' said Eli. 'That's not the deal.'

Molly made a pouty face. 'Then you touch it,' she retorted. 'And let's see how long you last when I do this,' and she reached down to unzip her pants. They could see the pink panty-line, edged with lighter pink lace. She closed her legs a little and shifted her jeans down over her hips, exposing her whole tummy and a little of her crotch hair. Eric gave a strangled sound as she slid her hand under her panties. She began to massage herself.

Eli's hand went straight to his cock and started pumping it. 'Fuckfuckfuck that's hot,' he said, totally hypnotized

Eric was next. He undid his pants with great determination, and when he did he surprised everyone. His dick was huge.

'Holy Christ,' said Eli, 'are you like some kind of goddamn porn-star? Look at that horse cock!'

Eric was embarrassed, clearly. It was indeed big: in its semi-hard condition it was at least eight inches long, and thick. The big purple head was bigger still, making it look like huge mushroom. His balls hung heavily beneath the great fleshy shaft.

'Don't be embarrassed, honey,' cooed Molly, reassuringly, her own eyes drawn to the thing. 'I think it's beautiful.'

Eric smiled and wrapped his fist around it, stroking it slowly.

As the three boys stroked themselves, mesmerized, they closed in even further. Each was now six inches from Molly's face. She worked her hand in her pants faster and faster, her eyes moving from one cock to another, her mouth opening and closing as she moved it close to one then to another. She knew what they were all picturing: her mouth on each of their shafts, sucking one first, then another. She was so excited at their attention that she almost gave them what they were thinking. But she held off, not wanting to give in so easily.

The group was silent now, except for the sounds of heavy breathing and the fleshy friction of hands working against meat—Molly's against her soaking wet lips the loudest of all. She had pushed her jeans down even further and her panties along with them. She was leaning back on one hand while her other was frantically frigging her oozing pussy.

'Omigod, jesusfuck I'm going to come,' she panted. Her chest was heaving rapidly. The boys couldn't believe it. Molly, practically their sister, her sex totally exposed, was jamming one finger then two in and out of her twat so fast it was a blur. 'Somebody come, too,' she said, through her heavy breaths. 'I want someone to come with me.'

By now Chris was in an equally frenzied state. His cock was beet red and he was sweating. 'I'm close, so close,' he said. Then he stopped. 'Fuck,' he said desperately, 'I need some fucking lube or something. I'm stroking dry meat here.'

Molly, without thinking, leaned in toward his bright, aggravated cock. Chris took his hand away, unable to conceive of his good fortune. Then, to his surprise, he heard her take a long hawk, like she was going to spit—and she did, a huge spray of spit (thank god no snot) onto his dick. Saliva trailed her lips to his cock, dripping down her chin as it dripped of him. Chris's hand went back to its mission, now making sticky wet noises.

'Fuck, do mine!' said Eli. 'Me too!' said Eric.

In turn, Molly worked up an amount of saliva and deposited it on each of their raw pricks. Chris by this time was making little grunting noises. 'Jesus H., I'm gonna come! Where do you want me to come?!'

'Here baby,' she said, 'on my titties.' And with one arm she cupped both of them, squeezing them together tightly. The pressure on her nipples sent her over the edge.

'Oh god, god, ohoh god! Uhn uhn uhn!' her eyes were closed, her mouth slack, her chest and cheeks flushed red. She felt the hot wave of pleasure course from her crotch all the way up her spine and explode in her head. She was totally gone, in a momentary trance.

Through the rushing in her ears she heard Chris, as if from another room, cry out, 'Ahh!' and could feel something hot land on her already hot skin. She opened her eyes to see him jerking himself frantically, his body contorting, and streams of milky semen landing on her chest. It collected in the crack between them and ran off like runny eggwhites onto her arm and over onto her naked thigh.

She smiled at him, an intoxicated smile. 'Fuckshitfuck' he was repeating, squeezing the last drop out of himself. Some of them landed on the carpet in front of her.

Molly let go of her tits and looked amusedly down at her cum-covered chest. 'Jesus, Chris, you pig!'

'Sorry!' he said, 'I'll get you a paper towel.'

'How romantic,' she replied, sardonically.

Eli was laughing hysterically while trying to maintain his erection. 'He totally gave you the money shot!'

'I thought the money shot was on the face,' said Eric, thoughtfully, his hand still wrapped around his giant member.

'You want to give me the money shot, Eli?' she coaxed. To emphasize her offer she took one finger and ran it along her tit, collecting some of Chris's spunk, and then stuck that finger in her mouth. 'Mmm,' she said, 'tasty!'

'Godalmighty, you like come?' Eli asked.

'Mmm, salty and hot. I love come, Eli.'

This was too much for him. 'I want to come, fuck yeah, come on your face—open your mouth, open it!'

Molly did as she was told. She was getting hot again. She opened her mouth wide and starting pulling and squeezing at her nipples. The nerves there responded by sending wave after wave of moisture down between her legs. She stuck out her tongue and moaned at the same time, 'uhhnn uhnnn,' like someone at the dentist trying to make conversation.

Eli came closer, put his hand on the top of her head, and said, 'Here comes your money shot, Molly!'

Chris came back into the room just as Eli let loose. At the same time, Molly let out an open mouthed grunt. Eli's first stream of white jizz hit her chin and bounced off, who knows where. His second, corresponding to her second grunt, landed square in her open mouth, followed by two others that fell short and hit her tits again. As the last streams dribbled from his cock, Molly leaned under them, collecting them, licking her lips. Her lips and chin were glossy with spunk, the hot salty stuff collected in her mouth slid down her throat.

'Omygod I've never done that before. It's like we're in a porno, dudes. I can't believe you just swallowed my spoo!'

'Fuck that was awesome,' said Chris.

'Believe it baby,' she said, her voice thick with mucous. 'God I love that taste. Hot and salty, like warm peanuts.'

Eli and Chris looked at Eric. 'It's just you now, champ,' said Chris. 'You gonna follow through, or do you need me to help you with that beast?'

'Hands off, homo,' said Eric. His giant prick, now fully erect, was 9 inches long, still shiny with Molly's spit.

'Eric, honey,' Molly said in best mommy voice, 'do you need mommy to help you a little? Are you nervous?'

'Wh-whadyou mean?' he stuttered.

'Well, let me show you.' Molly moved over to him and took his hands off his cock and laid them by his sides. She considered it for minute and said, 'Fuck I'm not sure I can do this.'

'What, are you going to suck his dick?' asked Eli. 'What the fuck? Why didn't you suck our dicks?'

'Shut up, you big baby. Eric needs a hand, or mouth, anyway. And you guys made fun of him. It doesn't pay to talk mean.' And she opened her mouth as wide as she could and leaned forward. 'There's no way I can get that in my mouth,' she conceded. 'Here, I'll just jerk if for you.' She wrapped both hands around it and pressed the huge tip against her lips. Her hands worked in unison. Eric began thrusting to match her strokes. She could tell he was getting close.

'Does Eric want to come in mommy's mouth?' she asked, and smiled.

'Yesyeyesyes,' he said rapidly.

Molly opened her mouth just a little, enough to encircle the very tip of it. She felt him shudder and his body tense up. Beneath her hands she could feel the contracting muscles of his penis, and then her mouth was filled with his paste. Each ejaculation deposited another mouthful. She swallowed some of the hot liquid, but each time she did she had to close her lips, and another gob would spray out in all directions, its trajectory blocked. Finally she stopped trying to swallow and just let her mouth fill to overflowing. When she thought he was done she sat back, his cock still in one hand, and opened her mouth a little to catch the drooling cum, but when she did it just poured out, down her chin, onto her thighs. She was a complete mess.

Eric, meanwhile, could barely stand up. No girl had ever touched his prick before, let alone kissed it or drank from it. He had to sit down in order not to pass out. Molly laughed, mostly at herself, but a little at Eric. 'I'm covered, you guys! Give me a towel!'

Chris went back for more supplies.