Show Me Your Coc...please!

Show me your cock...Please!

By Dawn Ramble

"Show me your cock!"

They both looked up and their expressions were enough to make me laugh, but I was serious. It had taken a hell of a lot of determination to summon up the nerve to say it. I mean I had said it...rehearsed it...many times in my head but now I'd actually said it. It was February. We were sitting here with our devices because the weather outside was crap, snowing like crazy but my aunt and uncle still both had to go to work.

"Sorry, I should have said 'cocks', I assume you both have one. Oh, and I should have said, please!"

"Are you nuts?" said Bruce, my cousin, "why would we do that?"

"Are you going to show us your cunt?" said his friend Malcolm.

"Because I'm eighteen and I've never actually seen one, a real one," I said answering my cousin's question.

I didn't have a ready answer for Malcolm, although I was really interested to see his cock, because he was black and everybody said...

"That's stupid," continues my cousin.

"Never seen your dad's?" said Malcolm.

"She doesn't have a dad, he left. That's why she's here," said Bruce, "So her mum can take a vacation."

"She's eighteen, she doesn't need a babysitter."

"My mum didn't want me staying on my own and I haven't seen Aunt May in a while."

The conversation stopped, but now that I'd had the nerve, I did not want to stop.

"Well. Will you?"

They looked at each other and Malcolm repeated, "Only if you show us your cunt. I've never seen one except on the internet." He looked at Bruce, who nodded.

It seemed stupid to me. I didn't like him saying 'cunt', it's rude, and I mean there isn't that much to see. I shave most of my pubes and there really is not that much to see, although my pulse is racing. Funnily I thought they'd be more interested in my breasts, but that's not what I'm hearing.

"Okay," I say, "Deal!"

Bruce is saying, "You first," like he doesn't trust me, but Malcolm's reaching into the fly of his jeans and pulls it out.

It's limp, "shorter than my phone," I'm thinking as I sit there. Now Bruce opens the front of his jeans and pushes everything down to his ankles before sitting down. His is definitely a bit shorter but it's also a bit more excited.

I get up and move to sit beside him. I reach over and cup the top with my thumb and two fingers. I feel it respond, and I move them gently.

"Is that nice?"

He nods, and Malcolm comes and sits on my other side, dropping his jeans too. Already his cock is perking up. He takes my other hand and places it round the shaft and urges me to move it. I hesitate. I mean I want to feel them, but I don't want to jerk them off...or do I? I'm conflicted having these two cocks in my hands. I'm still stroking Bruce and it's growing... longer and harder.

All kinds of sensations are running through me from my stomach to my crotch and I can feel my heart racing.

Malcolm lifts my hand away and says, "Your turn."

I guess he's right. It's the moment of truth...a deal is a deal. Letting go of Bruce, I stand up, turn away and drop my jeans. I feel hands peel down my panties before I can.

"Turn around," says Malcolm before I can sit down again. I do.

They both look at my pussy. Then Bruce reaches out and touches my lips and runs his finger down them.

"Wow!" an electric shock goes through me that I can't ignore, and my lips seem to think it's showtime. I can definitely feel it in my clit.

Malcolm's hand on my butt pulls me closer and he leans forward and licks me.

"Holy mother, that's insane!" I think and then he does it again. As he leans back Bruce leans in and I can feel his breath although he doesn't lick me.

"Suck me," says Malcom as he stands and places a hand on my shoulder. He doesn't push but I'm dropping to my knees.

I'm having a kind of out of body experience where I'm looking down on myself thinking, "You're out of control girl, where is this going to end?"

I see my hand reach out and grasp it as he shuffles forward, and I watch as I take the head in my mouth...suddenly it's over, I'm back in my body on my knees and looking at his pubic stubble as I explore the taste and feel of him. I'm aware of Bruce standing too and I reach out with my left hand and grasp his and start to move it.

"Slut!" I think, but I don't stop. I'm running my tongue around the thick shaft as he tries to push it deeper. I gag and pull back. I switch to take Bruce's which isn't quite as thick. Moving slowly, I find I control the gag and then my lips are nuzzling his pubes as he sways gently back and forth bumping the back of my throat.

Malcolm slides to his knees and pulls me away from Bruce. How did I end up on my back on the carpet? My legs are spread, and his tongue is on my clit and between my lips and his fingers are in me.

"Shit, but it feels marvelous! If he does this much more...oh, fuck!" My pelvic muscles cramp as I an experience orgasm, better than most I managed my own, and his tongue is still probing.

He moves back as his fingers continue to rub me. I close my eyes and then I feel his legs between my thighs as he lifts my legs bending my knees back to my chest.

"Oh, fuck! He's trying to penetrate me. I need to tell him to stop!" but I can't. I can't speak and it's going in. I'm adjusting to it and feeling its thickness. I guess my Mum's toys which I...borrowed took care of my hymen because there's no pain only little sparks of pleasure. "Ouch, that's my cervix!" I think and then as he thrusts, I feel my climax start to build again. His arms are fully extended allowing my eager fingers to find my clit and I rub it like a being possessed. He is thrusting harder and faster. "God, He's going to come!" and in that instant he does, and I feel a series of jerks deep within me as he releases his load.

I'm hanging on a cliff as he collapses, trapping my fingers.

He pulls out and my fingers start to move again as I feel what must be Bruce enter me. My vagina is adjusting to his girth and as I rub harder, I reach my climax, another satisfying orgasm. Now I do my best to meet Bruce's thrusts as he goes harder and then I feel him come too.

"Fuck, all I wanted to do was feel a real cock! Well, I guess I've really done that."

Malcom helps me to my feet but I'm dripping cum everywhere and I do my best to stall it with my hand as I head for the toilet. When I come out the boys have done up their jeans; there are funny expressions on their faces.

I'm not sure what to do next, then I say, "I think I'll take a shower."

They can hardly meet my eyes, I think they feel a bit guilty, but then Malcolm says, "Thank you!", and Bruce echoes it.

THE END