Amy and her Boys

The first time Amy saw Curtis naked was an accident.

Amy Allen had come home early from showing a house to a young couple. Her own house was quiet as she dropped her briefcase, shrugged out of her blazer with the real estate company logo on the lapel, and unbuttoned the top of her blouse.

She stopped at the fridge for a glass of wine, then started down the hallway to her bedroom.

Then the bathroom door opened and Curtis walked out.

Curtis was 19. He came from the bathroom with a towel around his shoulders, walking toward the bedroom he shared with his pal Jared. He was rubbing his face with the towel, so he didn't see Amy right away.

His body was tan and slender. Water dripped from his hair. His legs were skinny. But his cock was slim and long, and his balls were swinging gently as he walked.

For a moment she stood silently, just staring as a flush spread through her body and a tingling sensation suddenly warmed her pussy.

Curtis lowered the towel, and his eyes flashed in alarm. "Uh—uh—sorry!" He yanked the towel from his shoulders and held it in front of his waist. His cock. "Sorry, Ms. Allen! Sorry! I didn't think—I thought—oh, shit!"

Amy laughed. "Don't apologize, Curtis. I finished up and came home early. It's all right. Just, uh . . ."

"I'll get dressed." His face was bright red. "Okay. Sorry." He turned and scampered into his room. She caught a glimpse of his pink butt before he closed the door.

Amy stood in the hall for a moment, trying to imprint the sight of Curtis in her memory. She took a long swig of water and went to her bedroom, closing the door.

Sitting down on her bed, she sipped the wine and set the glass down. She closed her eyes, sighed again, and then unsnapped her skirt. Her hand sank down, under her pantyhose and into her panties. Biting her lip, she began to slowly stroke her clit. Thinking of Curtis and his cock.

***

She'd kicked her husband out nine months ago, the bastard. Amy had caught him cheating on their bed with some young blond twat from his office. Once he was gone, though, she couldn't afford the house on her own, so she ended up putting notices up around campus looking for renters.

That had been during the spring. She didn't get many responses until late summer, when students started coming back to classes. The first couple of prospects looked okay, but she was worried about how much they could pay.

Two weeks ago Curtis came in with his friend Joey. Both 19, first-year students, clean and polite. Curtis was majoring in physics, Joey hadn't decided yet. They liked the house and agreed to the rent, and put down the first month and a security deposit without hesitation. The checks cleared, and they moved in.

Curtis was slender and awkward, with a goofy smile. Joey was taller, more muscular, but shy. They took the two free bedrooms, but they had to share the bathroom at the end of the hall.

Moving in last week, Joey was hot and sweaty, and he peeled off his damp T-shirt after moving some boxes. Iris watched from the kitchen, licking her lips at the sight of his hard chest. He waved hello and headed for the bathroom.

She saw Curtis once in his boxer shorts early the next morning, getting a glass of juice from the kitchen. And later that night. when he was having a snack from the fridge.

Today, seeing him naked--seeing his cock--Amy suddenly like flames were burning inside her. She hadn't fucked anyone since before her asshole husband moved out. Thinking of Curtis's cock, she pushed her skirt to the floor, pulled down her pantyhose and panties, and reached for her drawer.

The vibrator turned on with a hum. Amy leaned back and teased the edge of her pussy with the silver tip, her heart beating hard. She undid the rest of her buttons and pulled her bra down so she could rub her nipples, breathing faster. Her pussy felt wet and warm.

Amy closed her eyes and eased the head of her toy into her slit. A low hiss of pleasure escaped her lips. She lifted one leg to give herself a better angle to slide the toy in deeper, and gave her nipple one last squeeze before moving her hand down to her clit. She used one fingertip to caress it lightly, then two, stroking a little faster as she pushed her vibrator down inside her.

"Oh . . . ohh . . . ohh . . ." Amy moaned. She bit her lip. Her door was closed, but she didn't want Curtis to hear or. Or Joey, if he came home and walked past.

Or did she? The thought of one of them—both of them—seeing her naked, watching her bring herself off, made her even hornier. She thrust the toy a little harder, panting, rubbing her clit more urgently, imagining them outside the door—or beside her bed—both of them naked, their cocks sticking out, rubbing their own cocks as they stared at her, their knees trembling as her pussy quivered with lust.

She thought of them groaning, their fists racing back and forth on their shafts, their eyes glued to her body, her skin, her legs, her tits, her pussy, Joey and Curtis, their cocks throbbing, their muscles tight, groaning, jerking their cocks faster and faster, their bodies sweaty, their balls pulsing—

Cum shooting from their dicks, spattering her skin as they grunted with release, and then she came, gasping with pleasure as the orgasm surged through her body, her legs kicking, the vibrator humming as she stroked her clit again and again, drawing the pleasure out as long as she could.

"Oh," she breathed. "Yes . . ."

Amy slowly eased the vibrator out of her pussy and dropped it on the comforter. Then, regretfully, she sat up. She gulped some wine, her body still tingling from her orgasm. A nice one, not strong enough to make her forget the sight of Curtis's long dick, but good enough for now.

For now.

***

Joey came into the kitchen to make a sandwich a few hours later. Amy was eating a salad at the table, wearing a pair of shorts and a loose tank top. She could see him trying not to stare at her legs or down her shirt.

"Hi, Ms. Allen." Joey opened the refrigerator. "Just making some dinner."

"Call me Amy." She smiled. "We're all grownups."

She watched him pull our bread and meat and cheese. Joey had a nice butt, she decided. She wondered what his cock looked like. Long and thin, like Curtis's? Or shorter and thicker? "Do you have a girlfriend, Joey?"

"What? Uh, no, ma'am—I mean, Amy." He blushed. "I had a girlfriend back home. She broke up with me when I came here."

"That's too bad. You must be, uh, lonely." She almost said "horny."

He shrugged. "It's all right. I'm pretty busy." He sliced his sandwich and put everything away, grabbing a soda before closing the fridge. "See you."

"You could sit down and eat here." She nudged a chair with her foot.

He glanced at her legs. Then he shook his head, blushing again. "I got lots of homework. See you."

Amy watched him leave, suppressing a sigh. She'd never been good at flirting.

A few minutes later Curtis came in, barefoot but in jeans and a sweatshirt. He hesitated at the door. "Uh, hi, Ms. Allen. I'm sorry again about—"

Amy laughed. "Just Amy. And don't worry about it. I'm a grown up."

"Okay." He pulled a frozen dinner from the freezer and stuck it in the microwave.

Amy licked her lips, watching him as the timer counted down. Not quite as nice a butt at Joey, but he was tall and good looking. She remembered her first boyfriend in high school, the same age as Curtis. His lips the first time he kissed her. His cock, long and hard, the first time he—

The microwave buzzed, and Curtis pulled his dinner out. "That's it. I'll eat in my room."

"Lots of homework?" Amy smiled.

He nodded, still embarrassed. "Yeah. Sorry again about—"

"Curtis, it's okay. I'm not mad. I mean—" Wait. She said it impulsively, before she could change her mind. "I wouldn't mind if it happened again."

"Uhh . . ." He stared at her. "Well, uh—I have to go study." He turned and hurried out of the kitchen.

Amy sighed. Damn it. What did she say that for? He'd probably move out, and she'd never see him—and his cock--again.

And she really wanted to.

***

Curtis sat in his room, thinking about what Ms. Allen—Amy—had just said. Did she really say . . .? He shook his head. He must have made a mistake. But still--

He felt his cock growing inside his shorts. The look on Amy's face when she saw him naked--the way her eyes zeroed in, just for a second, on his cock--had gotten him instantly hard. Back in his room he'd locked the door started jacking off and without even sitting down. Hard and furiously, thinking about Amy's face. He came in 30 seconds, all over his towel on the floor. Then he slumped on his bed, catching his breath.

Now he was confused. But hard again.

***

Two days passed.

Nothing happened. Amy kept hoping for another "accident" by either Curtis or Joey. But they stayed out of the house for the most part. She stayed up late and got up early, hoping for another glimpse of their naked bodies. But they were more careful, and she got more frustrated.

She tried to distract herself with work. And she spent more time in her room with her vibrator, driving it in and out, moaning louder and louder, half hoping one of them would hear her and knock on the door to see if anything was wrong. She walked around in her bra and panties under a thin robe that didn't hide anything, or her shortest shorts and her tightest sports bra on her way to and from the gym. She could see them checking her body out, but they didn't do anything.

Yeah, Curtis sometimes came into the kitchen in shorts, and she enjoyed the sight of his bare chest and legs. One night she heard Joey heading down the hall for a snack, and watched through the crack in her door as he came back, wearing only his boxers. She could almost see his cock dangling inside.

But by Friday night Amy was so horny she could barely walk straight. And she was starting to get pissed off. What was wrong with these boys? She was practically flashing them, and they didn't seem to notice or care. She knew they weren't gay. Maybe they were getting laid somewhere else? Even so, why didn't they pay attention to her? Assholes.

She was sitting in the living room drinking wine and watching TV at 8:30 when the door opened. "Hi, Amy!" Curtis

"Yeah, hi, Curtis." Amy was in cutoffs and a T-shirt, without a bra. Would he notice her nipples? She didn't care. Maybe she'd just go to her room and break out the vibrator again.

"What you watching?" He leaned down to check out the TV. "Real Housewives? Okay. Let me get a beer. Is that okay?"

"Fine." She sipped her wine.

"Let me just change." He carried his backpack down the hall.

A few minutes later she heard the refrigerator door open, and a bottle of beer popped. She heard Curtis take a swallow. Then he came out into the living room and sat down on the sofa next to her.

He was stark naked.

Amy blinked. "Uhh . . . oh."

Curtis grinned. "Is it all right? You said."

She gazed at his body. His cock was limp, but still long, and she could see it hardening as she looked at it.

Curtis looked Amy over. She was hot—he'd been attracted to her the day he signed the lease—but even so he was nervous. Would she shove him away and kick him out? From the glazed look in her eyes, though, he had a feeling she didn't mind.

Amy smiled. "I thought you didn't hear me."

He shrugged. "I wasn't sure you meant it. I figured it was worth a shot."

"Definitely."

She set her wine down and reached out for Curtis's cock. He shivered as her fingers fluttered at his shaft, then groaned quietly as she wrapped her warm hand around him. He took a swig of beer and then set the bottle on the table, biting his lip to keep from spurting instantly. "That's nice."

Amy saw him clench, and lifted her hand. She didn't want him cumming right away, like some guys did. She leaned back and pulled her T-shirt off, letting her tits spill into her. "I guess since you're naked, I should be too?"

"Uh-huh." He smiled at the sight of her boobs, nice and big like he'd imagined. Her nipples were brown and wide. He reached forward, hesitantly, and when Amy nodded, he cupped her breasts, squeezing gently.

Amy sighed. She felt her nipples stiffen as Curtis tightened his hands around them. She felt a surge in her pussy as Curtis leaned in and started to kiss them, licking at them, kissing them, pushing them together, then running his hands all over them slowly and firmly.

Then he kissed Amy on the lips, still squeezing her tits, and their tongues tangled together as they moaned in each other's mouths.

They made out for long minutes, running their hands over each other's skin, pressing their bodies together as they kissed and licked. Curtis bit lightly at her ear, and Amy giggled, then squeezed his leg, feeling the heat from his erection next to her fingers.

Curtis's breathing grew ragged, and his cock was starting to throb impatiently. He leaned back, looking at her questioningly. Amy nodded and stood up, tugging at her cutoffs.

Then the front door opened again.

It was Joey. He stopped just inside, staring at his naked roommate and Amy, topless, her cutoffs down to her knees. "Oops." He closed the door and locked it. "Sorry. I'll just, uh, go down to my room--"

"No, wait." Amy didn't think about what she was saying. She just knew what she wanted. She hadn't been laid in months. She was about to fuck Curtis—the sight of his rigid cock told her how eager he was—but she realized that wasn't all she wanted.

"Take off your clothes too." She pushed her cutoffs to the floor, now in just her panties, moist with excitement. "Get naked."

Joey's jaw dropped. "Uh . . ." He looked at Curtis. "You okay with that?"

Curtis was annoyed at the interruption, but he'd do whatever Amy wanted if it meant getting his cock inside her panties. "Sure. Come on. The more the merrier, right?" He picked up his beer.

Amy nodded. "Absolutely."

With a gulp, Joey dropped his backpack and kicked off his shoes. He hesitated a moment, nervous, then pulled his shirt over his head.

Amy smiled. Joey's chest was dark and hairy. She leaned down to squeeze Curtis's shoulder. "Don't worry," she whispered. "We'll all have fun."

"You're the boss. I mean, the landlady." He shrugged.

Joey pushed his jeans down. His cock stuck through his boxers, long and thick. He pulled them off and stood over his pile of clothes, hands on his hips, prick jutting out from his stomach proudly.

"Nice." Amy walked over to him, reached out, and grasped his shaft. Joey gasped. Amy could already feel a drip of precum from his tip. He smiled, glanced at Curtis, then reached out a hand to touch her boobs. He squeezed gently, smiling as if he couldn't believe this was happening.

Then they started kissing, like Amy and Curtis just a few moments ago. Joey's prick pressed against her leg, leaking moisture. He slid a hand under her panties to squeeze her ass, and then pulled them down, his dick poking forward toward her pussy.

Amy stepped out of her panties and kicked them away. She pushed Joey back, kissed him lightly, then turned around and leaned against the around of the sofa, spreading her legs. She reached for Curtis's cock. "Come here."

Curtis got up, one knee on the sofa and his foot on the floor, and pointed his cock at Amy's face. Amy leaned forward, and then her lips were around his cock, sucking softly, her hand stroking up and down his shaft.

He looked up and saw Joey standing behind Amy, grasping her hips. He grinned at his roommate, then leaned forward, easing his cock inside her. Amy's pussy was smooth and warm, and his cock fit snugly inside. Slowly he began thrusting back and forth, holding Amy's waist firmly in his hands.

Amy grunted as she felt Joey's dick push its way inside her, pausing a moment to catch her breath as he started fucking her. She'd had threesomes before, with men and women—even her asshole ex-husband. She enjoyed having two cocks to play with, but it took a little concentration to stay focused on both.

Amy gripped Curtis's shaft and pulled it back inside her mouth. She could feel it pulsing and squirming as she swirled her tongue around it, tasting the salt-flavored leakage. At the same time she could feel Joey speeding up, pounding her pussy harder and faster. His hand slipped down to tickle between her legs at her clit. Joey was grunting, and she felt sweat drip down on her bare back. Curtis gasped quietly, his hand on her neck, shoving his dick deeper at her throat until she grabbed his arm to stop him.

"Sorry," Curtis muttered. He leaned back, letting Amy suck his cock at her own pace, slow and steady. He could feel his balls starting to tighten, the cum aching to erupt, but he forced himself to stay calm, not wanting to cum too fast. He wanted to outlast Joey. He looked up at his roommate and grinned.

Joey nodded back, but he was focused on plunging his cock deeper and deeper into Amy's pussy. His face was red, and his shoulders were clenched as he dug his fingers into Amy's ass. She was pushing back to meet his thrusts, her head down as she sucked Curtis. Joey didn't want to cum first, but he wasn't sure he could last much longer. He looked at Curtis. "You close?"

"Yeah," Curtis grunted. "You?"

"Yeah." Joey was panting. "Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah . . ."

Amy heard them. She was close to cumming too, but she knew she wouldn't before the boys climaxed, shooting their loads inside it. For right now that was enough—having the two young men naked was what she'd been dreaming of and masturbating about all week. She was going to enjoy this all night—and maybe longer.

Curtis came first, leaning back and pushing his cock up as it began spurting, shooting his cum down Amy's throat. He squeezed her shoulder, moaning as his body shook and his cock squirmed, cum starting to drip from Amy's lips.

Joey came at the same time with a high-pitched yelp as his cum pumped straight into Amy's pussy, one, two, three, four—he lost count of his spasms as his cock unleashed a flood of sperm inside her body, leaking down her legs as he gripped her ass and tried to keep his balance.

For a moment the air was full of grunting, moaning, and groaning—lust and pleasure and release mixed together as all three of them slowly came down, catching their breaths, recovering from the amazement of what had just happened.

Curtis sank back on the sofa, his slim prick still dripping as his muscles relaxed. Amy hid a frown—cleaning the fabric would be a bitch. But it was worth it. She turned and looked at Joey. His thick cock was twitching, and he looked around for someplace to sit. Their eyes met. He seemed suddenly shy.

Amy laughed. "Not bad, boys, but we're not finished. I mean, I'm not finished. Come on." He pointed toward the hall. "First one to get hard again gets to do it all over again. Oh, and here's the deal . . ." She paused, their eyes on her nude body.

"We're going to be naked all weekend." She smiled as their cocks started to stir again.

***