You see, I'd been anticipating his arrival all morning long. I mean to tell you, I was really anticipating it!
I was so hot and bothered that I could hardly stand it!
Chad, this new boy that I had met, had said that he would be coming over early to visit with me and my mom, so that we could play some records before we went out.
Sounds pretty standard and conservative and all that, doesn't it? I mean, what could my mother possibly have to object to about playing records with a male acquaintance?
But records, let me clue you in, were about the last thing on Earth that I was interested in playing, or rather, playing with.
I had something entirely different in mind for him, and the only problem was my old lady being around, like she always was when I brought a boy over for a visit.
Perhaps you can appreciate my predicament, because it was pretty bad, even for a chick living in as conservative a town as the little berg that I did.
It seemed like everything in my goddamn town were ten or twenty years out of date, not that I ever had a chance to go on a date!
Let me put it this way: I was beginning to think of myself as an old maid at eighteen.
I was desperately afraid that if I didn't put that pussy of mine to good use pretty quickly, well, I was certain that something pretty awful was going to happen to me.
Hell, I was afraid that the hole was going to grow over, or something! And then I'd be in one hell of a fucking mess, wouldn't I?
You see, my mother just happens to be a total religious fanatic and two-thirds, and she figures that anything that has to do with girls and guys being together before they're married, much less anything that smacks of anything to do with sex, is a mortal sin!
I mean she makes the sign of the cross when someone farts!
And she continued to do her best, just like she had always done throughout my life, to make sure that I never had a chance to do anything at all with guys, not even letting them in my vicinity unless she was nosing around ...
She was always fucking Johnny-on-the-spot whenever anyone came around to the house, and if I did happen to go out with a guy or a group of friends to a movie or something, well, she always made sure that some dumb chaperone always had to come along with us.
What kind of fun could you have when someone like my church youth group leader or someone as similarly fucked up was always looking over your shoulder and saying "Naughty! Naughty!"
Hell, she did her level best just to make sure that I didn't know what you're supposed to do with them, with guys, that is, even though she hadn't been too awfully successful with that.
It's pretty hard to keep a chick completely ignorant of the facts of life these days, even though, if she had been able to, I wouldn't have known what was between a guy's legs or which hole to put it into.
I mean, I had the basics down pat, it was just the on-the-job experience that I didn't have as of yet.
In fact, I don't really understand why she let me stay at home all alone that particular day, seeing as how she usually insisted that I come along on her weekend outings, just so she could keep an eye on me.
Oh, she gave me a loony song and dance about how I was old enough now that I knew what my responsibilities were, and I knew not to "betray her trust in me", but that couldn't possibly have been her reasoning.
"Betray her trust!" Yeah, right. Betray what trust? To die a virgin?
What a bunch of fucking crap that was, at least as far as I was concerned!
I knew that if there was a place where you could buy chastity belts in town, then my mother would have had me wearing one, all along.
She was always going on about how easy it was for a chick my age to get herself in trouble, or ... what was that phrase that she was always using when she talked about it?
Oh, yeah. She was always talking about how easy it was for a girl to "go over her limit ..." like a chick had a speedometer attached to her pussy, or something!
Fuck, I mean, give me a fucking break! Shit, that stuff sounded like something out of the Middle Ages, and even though I knew my mother had been born in those days, she didn't still have to believe that crap, did she?
If the truth would have been known, there was nothing I so desperately wanted other than to go over my fucking limit! Whatever my fucking limit was, then I wanted to break it, along with my cherry, to boot!
Have I made myself perfectly mother-fucking clear, or what? Have I given you the impression that I was fucking desperate to get a dick in me, and to have it go in and out a few times?
The way I looked at it, with a small town and a small town mother, it was almost impossible to find the opportunity for that kind of wonderful, glorious action.
Shit, there was nothing that I so wanted than to fuck, suck, lick, be rammed, slammed, and thank you, ma'amed!
Yeah, I was ready! I was fucking ready, and that's an understatement!
As I wandered aimlessly about my bedroom that morning, picking things up, straightening up my dresser and bed, I only hoped that Chad was ready to go over his fucking limit!
That was the part that I wasn't too certain about.
Let me fill you in a little bit about my boy Chad.
You see, I had met him at one of those dumb church youth outings, just about the only place that my mom would ever let me go without insisting that she come along, and from the very first moment I noticed that he was slightly shy, at least as far as guys went.
Shyness was not exactly the main thing I was looking for in a dude, but, well, in a way, that was better than most of the other guys who were there. See the thing was, that most of the guys, in addition to being radically shy were total and complete dorks to boot.
Even as totally desperate as I was to get a nice hard wang plugged into my hungry pussy, most of those guys didn't look like what I wanted, not by a long shot.
Hell, half of the guys that were at those dingbat church outings wanted to become fucking missionaries when the turned twenty-one, and that didn't exactly sound like my cup of tea.
Let me tell you, I sure didn't want to be stuck in fucking Afghanistan with some guy who had no interest in fucking and didn't know how, even if he had wanted to.
On the other hand, maybe the eligible guys in Afghanistan had a little bit more of a sex drive than most of the assholes that went to those fucking church outings!
Well, I figured I'd better settle for what I could get at the moment, and it so happened that Chad turned out to be it.
Chad and I had struck up a friendship right off the bat, and from the first moment I saw him I wondered what he would be like in bed. It didn't occur to me that I would be finding out the answer to that quite so quickly.
Maybe it was the fact that he was dressed only in skimpy swimming trunks that day at the outing, and that he was kind of muscular, at least compared to the other dudes that were there, had something to do with it.
Maybe? Come on, let's be realistic: it had every fucking thing to do with it. My eyes glommed onto those bathing trunks of his, fixing on the nice bulge between his legs, and they just didn't want to let go for anything!
I know that seems a little bit premature for me to be thinking things like that, thinking about his nice hard dick, thinking about putting him in the sack right off, seeing as how he hadn't even kissed me.
Yuck! Now I'm starting to think like my darn mother!
Face it, with how frustrated I was feeling about boys and stuff like that, hard dicks were the only thing that I could think about.
Hard dick!
Yeah, that pretty well explains my mind set at that moment.
Hard dick and yet more hard dick! Circumcised, uncircumcised, big, small, and in-between!
One track mind? Well, I guess that you might say that.
Hard dick, soft dick, cut dick and uncut dick, every kind of dick!
Does it sound like I was starting to develop a slight case of sex obsession?
Anyway, Chad and I talked on the phone a few times the following week, about what we were going to do that summer, what we were going to do once we started attending the local junior college, and we seemed to have a lot of the same interests as far as I could tell.
No, I don't mean that interest that I was just talking about. I was the only one who couldn't get that off of my mind.
Chad, thankfully, seemed to be one hundred per cent hetero, and that was just fucking fine, as far as I was concerned.
We got along just fine talking over the phone, enough so that I wanted to see what would develop if I could ever get him alone and away from my dear mother.
We seemed to be hitting it off pretty well, I thought, and then I invited him over to visit the following weekend.
You see, I had figured that my mother was going to be around for the whole day, like she usually was on the weekends, and that we'd end up sitting at the dining room table, talking, with my Mom dropping in every minute or two, telling Chad to have more cookies.
Knowing my mother, I was sure that she would be telling him that until he'd be ready to toss his cookies from hearing it so often ...
In other words, it would be the way it's always been when I've invited guys over before.
She always makes a big mother-fucking deal out of fawning over the guys I bring to the house, feeding them until they're bloated, monopolizing the conversation.
And, you see, she'd be talking about real dumb stuff like school and television and church, until I got to the point where I'm not sure if they're supposed to be my guests, or if they're supposed to be hers.
More than once I've walked out, telling her and my so-called date to have a nice time. I'd get that fucking pissed-off!
For me, I was lucky to get a flirting look from the guys who I had had over, and I figured it would be the same thing when Chad came by.
Still, it would give me a chance to get to know Chad at least a slight bit better between the cookies and the screwy talk, and then, who knows what would happen later, maybe we could even sneak off, or something, not that I figured Mom would ever go for that ...
Anyway, I was preparing for more of the same lousy times when she mentioned it to me. I couldn't believe it when my mother said that she wasn't going to be home that morning!
Christ, I practically creamed my jeans when she told me she was going to be gone for most of the day! This was my fucking golden opportunity to score!
The old lady must be losing her grip on reality, I thought ...
What did she figure, that we were going to sit around and have tea and crumpets and talk about pro wrestling, or what?
No, but, thinking it over, there was one crumpet that I would be perfectly happy to offer to Chad, and I wouldn't mind testing out some wrestling holds, either, that is, if I had the chance.
Anyway, the following morning, I was fooling around the house, getting things straightened up for his arrival. I didn't expect Chad over for about another half hour, and my mind was a whirl of activity, thinking, dreaming about what was going to happen once he arrived.
And more than that: how I was going to get that young stud into my pants!
Yeah, by that time, I was completely set on it, wouldn't accept any substitutes or excuses, and I couldn't bring myself to think of anything fucking else.
I knew what I wanted from Chad, and I damn well planned on getting it, because if I didn't jump at the chance of my mother being gone, I might not ever get another chance like it.
I've always admired women who knew what they wanted.
What I wanted was, to put it bluntly, a hard bone thrust up my poor underused pussy, getting it rammed into me until that hard young dude fired a wad of his jizz right up my cunt ...
Am I putting it too coarsely? I mean, that's what I wanted, and all ...
Just thinking about that guy Chad, just thinking about what he looked like and that nicely muscled bod of his, was making me get hotter and hotter and hotter.
Either I was going to have the sweetest little fuck of all time, or else I was going to be a case of spontaneous human combustion!
I happily fiddled around the house, unable to take my mind off what was going to happen once he arrived, almost counting the minutes until he was going to show up at the door.
I only wished that he was maybe a bit more aggressive when it came to chicks, because it seemed like the times I had seen him, the times I had talked to him on the phone, well, every time the subject shop anyways.
"See? Thinkin' about my buddies all the fuckin' time, right?"
"You're a real prince, Larry, no question," one of the drivers concedes.
"And this," he continues, letting the centerfold of the magazine drop, "is a real fuckin' queen.
"I mean, like, check the paira bazoongies on this whore, will ya?"
"She ain't no whore, Larry," another driver protests, "she's a model."
"Yeah, right," Larry responds, "So s'pose you tell us what kinda girl would pose like that?
"I mean, I like a shot of squack as well as the next guy, but some of them other pictures of her, only a gynecologist could love."
"Or a proctologist," another driver observes. "Check the ass hole in this shot."
"Yeah, how 'bout that?" the centerfold's "defender" says, "Still, that don't mean she's anything more than a girl who poses for pictures."
"Okay," Larry says, "let's get the opinion of an expert."
He puts down the stack of magazines on a table, selects the top one, drops it open to the centerfold, holding it upright.
"Okay, Daphne, waddaya say?
"What kind of a girl would pose for somethin' like this?"
being pretty fucking flaky and not sexy at all, was that there never seemed to be time, or a place that was right.
Sure, some of the guys had looked at me real lustfully, in fact one of the guys in my algebra class had even put his hand on my leg, but all that served to do was ...
It just made me hornier.
It made me so fucking horny that I could have screamed!
Well, I was putting the finishing touches on cleaning up my room, making my bed even though I was hoping that it would soon be messed-up by our wildly fucking bodies, arranging my stuffed animals around the room.
Yeah, I thought lustily, If I got what I wanted that morning, then Chad and I would be spending some time in there, in my bedroom, that is, and we sure as fuck wouldn't be comparing notes on my stuffed animals.
I still hadn't exactly figured out a plan for getting him into the sack, but somehow I thought that something would occur to me before he arrived at the door.
I was an imaginative sort of chick, especially when it came to the sort of things I wanted to do with guys.
And that was when I heard that shy, tentative knock on the door!
Fuck! Was that him already?
I wasn't ready, or anything!
I quickly glanced over at the clock on my dresser, and saw that he was a full fifteen minutes early! Damnit, why did he have to be so fucking punctual?
I had wanted a little time to try and figure out exactly what I was going to do, just how I planned on coming onto him.
I wanted to do that just so everything ... everything that I wanted to do to and with him, every sweet, sexy thing ... would come off without a single hitch.
But it was too late now!
It was way too late now, with him banging on the fucking door!
I hurried out of my room, stopping in the hall to take a last look into the full length mirror, and to replace a few strands of my brunette hair before I went to the door.
Then, feeling oddly antsy myself, I went and opened it.
Chad was standing there on the porch, looking just as cute, just as shy as ever, and in one hand he had a box of candy.
He might have been Andy Hardy, he looked so darned cute.
"Hi," he said, smiling almost sheepishly, his face perhaps a little pale. He fumbled forward the box that he was holding. "Uh, this is for you, Ina ..."
He handed me the candy and I took it, keeping my eyes locked on that guy.
I wanted to keep my eyes on him so that he wouldn't get away!
Hell, the way I looked at it, he was my ticket to total fucking ecstasy, at least that was the way I was feeling at that moment
"Uh, thanks," I said, not really knowing how to respond to that sweetsy-cutesy kind of stuff. I was more of a straightforward kind of a chick, if you know what I mean.
"That's real nice of you, Chad," I continued. "You know, you really didn't have to do that. Uh, why don't you come on in? My mom's not home right now, so we're, uh, well, we're all alone here, Chad ..."
Ina.
Yeah, I admit it. Kind of sounds like I'm whining when I introduce myself, right?
Ina.
Ina.
That's my name, don't wear it out, okay?
Kind of dumb sounding as chick's names go, don't you think?
Sounds like the kind of name that some chick who came across on the Mayflower would have. And not the Mayflower Madam, either ...
The truth is, I think my mother and father must have really worked hard to come up with such a dumb, unsexy name.
I know I'd be hard put to come up with a name any less sexy, except for, maybe, something from Hungary, or something like that, maybe a name like, well, Grizelda.
Of course, I have this theory that that's what they wanted to do.
Come up with the name that was the least attractive one in the world, just so that every time a guy said it out loud, he'd have to realize how dumb it sounded, and then he would probably get turned off with me.
I don't think their dumb plan worked.
Ina. Ina.
It really is a dumb name, and I'm willing to admit it to anyone. I'm definitely planning to change it to something like "Lisette" or "Chelsea" or something else that sounds sexy.
You know, the type of name that a chick in a phone sex room would have, and I'm planning on changing my name just as soon as I'm old enough for me to do it legally.
Anyway, back to the deal with me and Chad and being alone in the house.
Chad followed me into the front room, and I had to try my hardest not to open the conversation with something like:
"Why don't you sit down on the couch, Chad. Just relax and make yourself comfortable, would you? Yeah, just sit down and pull your cock out of your pants ..."
"Uh, why don't you sit down, Chad?" I asked him, getting a grip on myself, motioning toward the living room couch.
I had to forcibly keep myself from not staring for too long at his crotch, that's how fucking horny I was!
Okay, so it wasn't the place I really wanted him to be, not even the place I wanted him to be sitting (which was my face) but him coming early meant that I still hadn't figured out how I was going to get him from the couch and into my bedroom.
The thing was that whatever I did had to, kind of, well, sneak up on him. I had to play it kind of cool and make it so he thought that he had initiated whatever had happened, that he had been the one to come on to me.
I knew that he was too shy to deal with me just reaching out and grabbing him by the cock and pulling him into the bedroom.
I knew that I would think of something, though, given a moment or three.
"Would you like a drink, or something, Chad?" I asked him.
He looked at me nervously, and he said, "Well, sure, Ina ..."
It was a real bitch that we didn't have some beer, or something that would tend to loosen us up a bit, but then, what did I expect?
My mother was a fucking teetotaler, and I was a teetotaler's daughter.
I took a last look at that young guy sitting there on my living room sofa, and then I turned and headed for the kitchen.
"Be right back," I told him, leaving him with a longing smile. I'm good at those, by the way.
Damn, I thought as I entered the kitchen, he looked even more sexy than I remembered him from the youth outing. Damn!
Just right, and so fucking ... so fucking screwable! Yeah, that was a good description! And that was a good description of what I wanted to do to him, too.
I had to chuckle at my choice of words, even though I was totally serious about it and my mind was racing with how I was going to jump that young dude's buns ...
Chad was eighteen, you see, he had told me that, and he was a good-looking guy, compared to the ones I was used to.
Okay, maybe he wasn't the Rambo-football hero type of guy that's supposed to be every chick's dream, and maybe I would have preferred it if he had been even more muscular.
Yeah, I don't think I would have complained if he had been built even more muscular, with maybe some hair on his chest, but, at least as far as I was concerned at that moment, he would do just fine for what I had planned.
I fixed us both a glass of cola, and then I returned to the living room. I sat our drinks down on the coffee table, and then went around to the other side and sat down on the couch, scooting over next to him.
I moved a little closer to Chad, watching him nervously reach out and take a drink of the soft drink. Maybe he thought I was closing in on him, moving in for the kill.
If he thought that, he was right.
CHAPTER 2
Yeah, that Was when I realized that if there was going to be any hot action going on, then it was going to be me that was initiating it.
I could tell that Chad was practically scared silly being alone with me in the house, and if anything was going to happen, then it was going to be that was getting it going.
"So how did you get over here, anyway?" I asked him, taking a sip of my drink, just making small talk while I figured out my approach.
Chad turned to me, locking his blue eyes on my brown ones.
"How'd I get over here?" he said, repeating my question, seeming to have trouble swallowing some of his cold drink, then putting it down on the coffee table.
"On my bike, Ina," he said, swallowing again, "I don't have a car yet, I think I mentioned that to you before.
"On my bike. It's a ten-speed, you know. Got it a little while back out of some money that I had saved up from mowing lawns. I thought I told you that I'd be riding my bike over."
"I guess you did ..." I said, smiling, thinking that what I was witnessing was proof positive that girls matured before guys did.
"Tell me, Chad, was it a nice ride on your bike, coming over here?"
Chad raised his eyebrows nervously, and I saw fine beads of sweat starting to form on his forehead.
"Yeah, well, I guess it was, Ina. Yeah, well, there was, uh, nothing wrong with the ride, anyway, not that I noticed."
"Good. That's good, Chad" I said, smiling at him, planning my next move. I guessed that was all of the conversation that we were going to have to devote to the bike ride.
Chad looked like he was about to say something else, and then he seemed to change his mind and reached out for his drink.
I must have made him nervous as all hell, because his hand missed the glass on the table, suddenly bumping it, sending it skittering and spilling across the table top.
He tried to recover it, but that only made things worse. As he juggled the glass it splashed, sending a splatter of brown cola across his white chino pants.
"Oh, shit!" Chad cried out, and then, immediately after saying it, his face reddened with embarrassment. "Oh, shit!" he said again, shaking his head in frustration, "I mean, I didn't mean to say that, Ina. I mean ..."
"Hey, don't worry about it, Chad," I told him, hurrying into the kitchen to get a washcloth to mop up.
Funny, but Chad's little accident with the drink was kind of humorous, at least to me, and suddenly I didn't feel quite so nervous as I had a few moments before.
You might say that it kind of broke the ice with us.
I quickly returned from the kitchen with a wet washcloth. I knelt down on the carpet, mopping the coffee table so that it wouldn't spill onto the carpet, and then turned my attentions to the splatters on Chad's pants.
Now, as far as I was concerned, that was an item of much more interest ...
"Oh, you don't have to do that, Ina ... I mean, not really, I mean it's not necessary, I mean I wish you wouldn't, I mean ... "he said, but it was too late.
I was already dabbing his pants with the wet washcloth, not paying a damned bit of attention to his protests.
"Oh, no, that's perfectly all right, Chad," I said. "You know, if I don't take care of this immediately, then there's a good chance that it might stain your pants.
"You know," I continued, "I wouldn't want you to go home with a stain on your pants, who knows what your mother would think about it ..."
No, at least not that kind of stain, I thought wistfully.
I kept on dabbing and dabbing at the little blob-shaped stain. Like I gave a shit whether it stained his pants, or not.
I used the washcloth quite liberally and with some pleasure, dabbing at the stain on his pants, dabbing, dabbing ...
"Uh, no, Ina, you really don't have to ... I mean ..."
"No problem ..." I said, "No problem at all, Chad ..."
And it really was no problem, either, not in the least.
I was kneeling there between his legs, and that was when I realized just how close to his crotch that that stain really was.
I just kept dabbing with the wash cloth, and if, somehow, the washcloth sort of, well, migrated a little closer to his dick, well, then you just might say I was making sure that none of the cola had gotten on him there.
Couldn't be too fucking careful with those stains, could you, I thought ...
And as I dabbed between his legs with the washcloth, I'd occasionally glance upwards at Chad and murmur something that I hoped was reassuring to him.
"I don't think this is going to stain ..." I told him.
"Uh, no," Chad said, spreading his legs just a little, "oh, well, no, I don't think that it is, either."
At that point, I figured that the stain would more likely be coming from inside his pants than from outside ...
"I think we caught this stain right in time," I said.
"Right in time ..." Chad said, and was I mistaken, or did I really see a small smile break upon his lips?
Well, one thing I do know for certain, and that is that his blue eyes just kept growing wider and wider.
And, oh, yeah, there was something else that I noticed at that moment, too. The more I dabbed that washcloth, the more resistance I seemed to encounter with it.
You know what I mean?
Chad was getting harder and harder in his pants, and by that time I was in no mood to stop doing what I was doing, only I didn't really know how to go onto the next step.
I didn't have to.
"Ina! Oh, yeah!" he gasped out, and that was when he was reaching out and grabbing me, pulling me against him, raising he off of the floor and onto him.
"Chad!" I gasped, but I can sure as fuck tell you that it wasn't in protest! Maybe I was shocked as hell, but I was excited, too!
I came up off the floor like a shot, and then I was grappling with him with just as much eagerness as he was going after me.
Hey, maybe I was doing it a little clumsily, since it wasn't something that I had ever done before, but at least I thought that I had the right idea.
"Ina! Ina!" he cried out, "Oh, Ina, I can't tell you how much I want you!"
"And I want you, too! Oh, fuckin' yeah!" I said, raising up off the floor and then crawling atop him on the couch. By that time he had his hands all over my ass.
He was clenching and squeezing my asscheeks through the thin denim fabric of my blue jeans, and I was leaning over him and grinding my hot mouth into his.
Chad was not the world's greatest kisser, in fact I'm not even sure he knew what to do at that stage of the game, at least until I showed him.
I stuck my hot and wet tongue deep into his mouth, and then he began to get the idea, too, snaking his own tongue out and sliding it between my open lips.
Suddenly I was atop him on the couch, grinding my big tits into his chest, feeling electric shocks of pleasure shooting through my nipples and tits, kissing him, sucking his tongue like I was sucking a little dick, while his eager hands took their fill of my hot ass.
"Oh, Chad! Oh, Jesus! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I cried out, desperate for his prick, desperate for anything hard enough to give me a good pussy-reaming.
Hey, what I lacked in subtlety, I made up for in honesty, look at it that way.
And then we were wrestling on the couch in my mother's living room, and Chad had hold of my tits, cupping them through my blouse and my bra, working them with his fingers.
At the same time I writhed hard against him like a wildcat, grinding my hot pussy against his firm leg, licking and kissing him on his neck, begging him:
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Chad, I'm telling you, I've just got to be fucked!"
How much fucking plainer could I have put it to him?
I slid down his body, and he was still working and squeezing my big tits with his fingers, not seeming to know how to progress any farther.
Well, I thought, I'd figure something out if it fucking killed me ...
I got down to his pants, and then I went to work on his belt, opening it up. I felt like I was at the gates of Heaven, kneeling there, opening his pants, finally getting what I had dreamed about for so fucking long!
I opened his belt and then eagerly unsnapped his pants, dragging them open, lowering the zipper down to its end.
Chad was wearing underwear, but let me tell you, that wasn't going to stop me from getting at what I wanted, not after I had come so fucking far! No way were they going to stop me!
He lifted his ass up off the couch while I pulled his pants and his underwear down his hairy legs, and then I was staring down at the biggest, hardest, upthrust cock I had ever seen.
Okay, okay, I know. I admit I didn't have a hell of a lot of basis for comparison. It was the only cock I had ever seen, outside of photos in magazines which I had managed to sneak peeks at in the local drugstore.
Whatever the case, I was most definitely impressed by the looks and by the size of that pud of his!
I gently wrapped my fingers around the thick sausage of his prick, and then I frigged it a few times in my fist, pulling it up and down and trying to get the hang of how I was supposed to do it, making the foreskin rise and fall on the purplish snout of his cock.
Oh, shit, I couldn't resist it! I just couldn't fucking resist it, and that's why I did what I did next!
Almost as if my mouth had a will of its own, almost as if it was controlling me and I wasn't controlling it, I lowered it down on Chad's cock, letting my lips slide open wide and down over his prick.
MMMMMmmmmmm!!!
I slithered my probing wet tongue over the head of his cock, hearing Chad gasp out his pleasure and then feeling him start to slowly pump his prod between my lips, pushing it inward, driving it info my mouth.
Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! That was the right fucking idea!
I reached out and gripped his taut, hairy balls, fingering them gently, tickling them as I listened to him moan blissfully, throatily, as I felt him beginning a slow pumping of that hard cock of his into my mouth.
While I was sucking his big, sweet cock Chad was hurrying things along on his own, unbuttoning my blouse, one button after the other, and then I felt his fingers sliding underneath the cups of my bra, his hands roving and squeezing my tits underneath the bra.
Shit, it seemed like that really set my pussy on fire! I could feel his fingers working my nipples, at the same time sending jolts of sensation all the way down to my pussy!
And that was when I knew that just sucking Chad's cock wasn't going to be enough.
I pulled back from him, pulling my tits away from his clutching and hungry hands, and then I stood up, pulling my blouse off and dropping it onto the coffee table.
Chad was lolling back on the couch, his cock standing straight up into the air like a little flagpole, his eyes wide as I reached back and undid the little clasp on my bra.
And then I slipped my bra off.
Chad stared at my tits like he was hypnotized as I stood above him, and I reached up and lifted my tits, holding them out to him like I was offering them to him, jiggling the big globes in my fingers for him to look at.
I may not have much experience when it comes to sex, but let me tell you, I have the equipment that it takes.
I'm built pretty darned big for an eighteen-year-old, big tits with nice big brownish nipples, and I've got a nice slim, but shapely ass to go along with the package.
Now Chad seemed to be perfectly happy to stare at my boobs, probably anticipating all the wonderful things he could do with them. I could tell that Chad liked them, anyway!
I let my tits fall free from my hands, and then I reached down and undid the buckle on my pants. I was planning on taking them off, but Chad, I guess, couldn't wait.
Before I had my jeans and my panties past my pussy and down to my knees, Chad had swung his legs over the couch and then he was doing what I'm sure he had only heard about before in hushed bull sessions in the locker room.
He came after the dark-furred mound of my pussy like he was a hungry man, gripping my naked ass-cheeks with his hands and then pressing his mouth to my pussy.
I felt him drilling his tongue into the crack of my pussy, slurping, kissing, sucking, and I was off on a fucking comet!
Shit, I'm not exaggerating in the least when I say that my brain was rushing out of control with the sensation as his tongue slid into my cunt, sliding over my clit, probably not even really knowing what he was doing, but doing it up to a fucking't' anyhow!
As he squeezed and molded my ass with his fingers, I was holding his head, running my fingers into his dark blonde, sandy hair, pressing his mouth even harder into my pussy and making me whimper with pleasure.
"Oh, Jesus! Oh, yes, Chad! Oh, fuck, that feels so fucking good!"
I was saying things, not to mention feeling incredible things, that I had wanted to say for so fucking long!
He was really working on my pussy with his mouth, spreading open the lips of my cunt and exposing the glistening pink in there.
He was really going after the delicate inner petals, with his tongue, sucking, slurping, loving every second of it.
He was driving that rigid tongue of his inward, twisting it, licking my clit, sucking on the little nubbin of my clit, and that was when I just couldn't hold out any fucking longer!
I had to have it!
My pussy was all juiced-up from the incredible clit-spanking of his tongue, and I just had to have it!
That was the way that it happened to be, and I wouldn't accept no for an answer!
I needed to be fucked! I most definitely needed to be fucked!
"You've got to stick it into me ..." I mumbled, my brain half-wild from the sensation, and then I was turning around, crawling up onto the couch, not really even knowing how to go about getting what I wanted.
Luckily it seemed to work out.
Chad started to kiss my ass as I stood on my knees in front of him. He licked and kissed me, and then I leaned forward, sensing what I was going to need to do.
"Are you sure you want me to do this?" Chad asked, hesitantly, and I knew what the reason was. He'd never done it before, either, and so he wasn't sure, either.
"Just shove that hard pecker into me," I said, almost commanding him to bone me.
And then Chad was pressed against me and he was holding his cock in his fingers, guiding his hard prickhead up to the sopping petals of my lust hungry pussy.
That's right, that's right, I thought, my brain fevered with the passion of what he was doing, that's the fucking way to do it ...
And, even if Chad hadn't had the foggiest notion of how to fuck a woman when he had arrived at my house, let me tell you, he did a hell of a job of improvising.
Chad worked the head of his hard boner into the bare depths of my pussy, sliding it up and down the slit of my pussy a little bit, making me waggle my ass with joy, realizing that I finally was going to have a hard bone rammed up my cunt.
And then he sank that shaft!
He slid it, without any hesitation whatsoever, right into my crotch, encountering no resistance as he buried his prod into the depths of my already soaked cunt.
"OOoooohhhhh!!!" I cried out, feeling like I was impaled to the depths, feeling like he had sunk that hard bone right into my soul!
I waggled my ass, grinding my ass down on his rod, as he reached underneath me and gripped the pendulous globes of my tits, jogging beneath my chest.
"Oh, shit, Ina!" he cried out, clutching me, "I've wanted this ... I've wanted this so fucking bed, I mean had! Ever since ... Ever since the church youth outing!"
Well, there's nothing like bringing up a church outing to bring you right hack down to Earth!
I wanted to forget that fucking outing, in fact, I wanted to forget everything else but the feeling of that hard bone burrowing and prodding right into my guts!
Well, I have to admit that Chad helped me to forget ...
He was working my nipples in his fingers, squeezing them, twisting them and swizzling them, and they were all slick from the coating of sweat that was covering them. And that was when he started to fuck me ...
Fuck me in a way fitting of the definition of fucking!
No kid stuff now, he was sliding that hard cock of his all the way into my sopping pussy, kissing the rear wall of my cunt with his big prickhead, then sliding it out until it almost came out of me, then firing that big bastard back into the depths of my pussy.
"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" I cried out, my whole body shaking with pleasure from his cock driving into me, "Harder! Fucking hurt me with that hard bastard cock of yours!"
Chad aimed to please.
It seemed like his ass and his cock fell into a sweet, pounding rhythm, never stopping, never slowing.
He was ramming his hard prick deep into me, each stroke jogging my whole body, splattering sweat off of my tits, and I was practically out of my mind with the pleasure of that fucking!
Now I knew for sure what the fuck what it was all about!
Now I knew why everybody made such a big fucking deal about screwing, always looking for someone to screw, always reminiscing about the last person they had fucked, in short, always hung up on fucking or looking to be fucked!
Now I knew! My whole body felt like it was on sweet fire as Chad just kept driving his hard strokes home into my cunt, and I reached back and gripped his jogging balls with my fingers, holding them and milking as he kept on ramrodding that bone home into me.
"Oh, my God!" Chad cried out, flurrying his bone into my pussy, "I want to fuck you! Fuck, how I want to screw you, Baby! I don't ever want to stop! Ina! Ina!"
Not that was the kind of thing that I liked to hear coming out of that boy's mouth! Keep it up, Chad, keep it up! And keep that fucking hard-on up, too!
"I want to bone you hard! I want to just fuck you and fuck you and fuck you!" he said, "I want to fuck you every which way!"
Which was about the point he went into fucking overdrive.
He launched into a real fury of fucking, and I thought his heart was going to explode at about that point, or both of our hearts were going to explode before he was through!
He plunged that cock again and again into my cunt, frictioning it hard into me like he was some kind of a Boy Scout trying to kindle a fire by rubbing a stick, driving it into me, again, again, again, never letting loose of his grip on my sweaty titties.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I begged him, feeling my cunt starting to take fire, feeling the edges of an orgasm starting to beckon to me from the raging of my pussy.
And then I could feel that fire deep inside of him, too.
Don't ask me how, hut I could feel the beginnings of both of our orgasms starting to build inside of me through some weird fucking sexual telepathy, or something, starting to mix, starting to kindle each other.
And then I heard Chad scream, "I'm dimming, Baby! I'm fucking cumming!" and I didn't have to say it.
Because that was when my brain took off on a rocket ride through the stratosphere, and I heard Chad bellow out, arching his cock into me, driving his hard boner into the depths of me and firing his juice.
He sizzled his burning cum right into my cunt and it felt like my body exploded as he splattered his jism deep into my twat.
I waggled my wet, sucking pussy onto his long, hard prick, driving it, grinding it in, trying to draw forth all of his juices, trying to drag forth every bit of sensation from that fantastic prick of his.
CHAPTER 3
But, as fate would have it, I heard a car driving up in the driveway, and I was certain that I knew who it was. Goddamn it, she wasn't supposed to be coming back this early!
The bitch. It was that fucking bitch of a mother of mine!
"Goddamn it!" I screamed, "That's my fucking mother! Goddamn her fucking eyes, she was supposed to be gone all day shopping! Damn her, it was a fucking trap! She was planning on coming back early all along!"
"Oh, fuck!" Chad yelped. "Quick! I've fucking got to get out of here!"
Chad quickly pulled his cock out of me with a slurp, and then we were both grabbing pieces of clothing, trying to gather up everything and not leave, say, a pair of underwear laying around on the living room floor.
And then we were lurching for my bedroom just as fast as we could, trying to put our clothes on at the same time.
"Quick, in here! Try not to make a sound, or she'll hear!" I told him, and Chad plunged headlong into my closet, amid a crash of all the junk that I had piled in there.
I didn't want to have to take the time to put on my bra, so I tossed it into the closet after him.
I shut the door to the closet while Chad hunkered down in the back of the closet, bent down, looking like he was scared shitless.
Quickly, or as quick as I could manage I tried to drag my clothes on as I heard the front door come open.
I gauged the amount of time that it would take her to get through the door, knowing that she was probably in a hurry so that she could catch me in the act, in any fucking act that she thought she possibly could.
I got my last button on my blouse buttoned just as I heard my mother's footsteps coming up the hallway, and then I flopped back on my bed and tried to look like I was relaxing, just as she opened the door and peered through with those beady, accusative eyes of hers.
I had my eyes closed, acting as if I was resting but I knew the kind of expression she would have, that nasty way she would be looking at me, like I was convicted before she'd even found out the crime.
No doubt first she'd be glaring at me like she wanted to wring my neck, and then when she saw that I wasn't getting my pussy fucked out by Chad after all, well, then she'd be more disappointed than anything else.
You see, I was sure that she desperately wanted to go catch me at something, at anything, that she wouldn't approve of. That just happened to be the way my mother was made. No, she didn't continue to bitch about things that I had done, what she did do, though, was to constantly be on the lookout for new things that she didn't approve of.
I guess it was a lot more fun for her that way, or something!
Hah, I just had to fucking laugh!
That's my mom!
Yeah, that was something weird about my mom, she seemed to get most pissed-off when she expected to get pissed-off, and then found out that she didn't have any reason to!
I knew that, right at that moment, that she didn't have anything that would hold up in court. Her own court, you know, the kind of High Court with no appeals ...
I waited several beats while she stood there in the doorway.
Then she spoke:
"Ina? You're lying down? Do you know what time it is?"
I opened my eyes. "No, why?" I asked. On the spur of the moment it was the best I could come up with.
She stepped inside my room, then turned and closed the door behind her. Hell, I don't know why she did it, she probably didn't either. She was smiling, but it was where she was heading that scared the piss out of me!
She walked over to the closet, and that was just about the point where I thought I was going to have a heart attack.
When she was almost at the door of the closet, she paused, like she was fucking taunting me or something, like she knew that Chad was hiding there in the closet.
She turned away from the closet and looked at me and smiled.
"Well, I thought you were having a guest over this morning, Ina. Didn't you tell me that had invited Chad over last night, and that you were going to play records or something? Did he decide not to come over?"
I caught the implied put-down, but I didn't pick it up. What was the fucking point? There was no percentage in arguing with the bitch, and so I didn't even bother.
"Yes, uh, well, Chad called up to say that he wasn't feeling too well this morning, and that we'd have to make it another day. Or something."
"It was kind of disappointing, but then maybe it's all for the better. After all, if he would have come over this morning, you might not have had a chance to meet him ..."
"Oh," my mother said, in her best condescending, asshole, couldn't-give-a-shit tone, "well, then, I'm really sorry to hear that. Gee, and I know you were counting on him coming over so much. I understand you being disappointed."
"Yeah, disappointed," I said. Yeah, disappointed to the tune of his hard cock ramming me right up the twat. How disappointed can you get?
"What was it that was wrong with him, anyway?" my mother asked, still keeping that cheesy smile going on her face, "it wasn't anything serious, was it, Ina?"
I knew she was going to ask that, the trouble was, I didn't know what I was going to say in response. So I picked the first thing that came to my mind.
"Uh, flu," I said. "Yeah, that's right. He said he thought he had a little case of the flu. Stomach flu, I think ..."
"Oh, and that can really be nasty, too," my mother said, smiling that smile of hers that said she hoped it was fatal. I watched the crooked little wheels turning in her brain for a moment, and then she said:
"Perhaps I'd better call up his mother and see if he's all right. Yes, I'll tell her that I'm sorry that he couldn't make it over for the visit, and that you'll have to call and arrange another date with him."
"Oh, I don't think that will be necessary," I said. "I'll be sure and tell him that you were concerned, though, when I talk to him on the phone next."
"Would you?"
"Hey, you know, I thought you said that you were going to be gone most of the day ..." I said, trying to do a little screw turning on her. Turnabout is fair play, as they say.
Now it was my turn to try to trap her into something, to make her admit that she was trying to spy on me and catch me in something that I wasn't supposed to be doing.
I knew her, and I knew the kind of games that she liked to play.
Even though she made out like sex was the worst fucking thing in the world, there was nothing that would have pleased her more than to wander in on some guy doing me with his big prick, dipping it all the way into me, fucking panting and gasping his brain out, his bare ass thrusting up and down while she delightedly watched.
"You know," she said, smiling that phoney-cheesy smile she's so good at, "it was so silly, I just can't believe that I got confused about it. I mean, that's not like me, is it, Ina? Usual I'm able to keep track of dates pretty well, but not this time.
No, it turns out that it's next week that the white sale is on. Wasn't that just completely silly of me to confuse the date like that? I don't know how I could have made the mistake. So I guess I had my little disappointment, too ..."
Yeah, I thought. I don't know how you got it confused, either. But I'll bet that I can fucking well guess.
"Well," my mother said, "I'm sorry that your little guest couldn't make it over this morning for a visit. I know you were so looking forward to his coming by."
Cumming, I thought, coming by, not so much ...
"Maybe you could arrange with him to make it next week ..."
"Yeah," I said, remembering suddenly, with satisfaction, that Chad was still in the closet ...
"Well, dear, anyway, I have to get busy so that the entire day isn't a waste. As long as I'm not going to go shopping, I might as well do something useful."
"Like hanging yourself in the shed, I thought, smiling at her.
"If you want me," she continued, "I'll be out watering the garden ..."
I didn't say anything, I just kind of lay there and quietly simmered. Little guest, indeed! Bigger than she was getting, I knew that for certain ...
She wouldn't have said that if she'd seen Chad's cock! There was no way in the world that it could be described as little!
After Mother left I waited for a moment, still lying on the bed, until I heard the front door slam, and then I got up.
"Hang on just a minute, Chad," I whispered through the door. "That bitch purposely came home early, just so that she could catch me and you with our clothes off. Goddamn it, I know that she did ...
"Anyway, she just went outside to work in the garden for awhile. She's a crafty asshole, though, and I want to make sure that she just didn't slam the door to trick me. I want to make sure that the coast is clear ..."
I looked out the window of my bedroom and saw my mother walking around the side of the house, a foul scowl twisted into her face.
No doubt she was completely bitched off because she hadn't caught me with her perfect plot. She was going over to where the faucet and the garden hose were.
Quickly I calculated:
It usually took her about fifteen minutes to get the garden watered, that is, if she wasn't in a hurry.
Thinking it over, there was even a chance that she was going to do a little mulching in the garden, like she had mentioned the day before. Was that long enough for ...
I almost didn't dare to think about it, and I guess that's because of my tight-assed religious upbringing.
Was it long enough for another hot round with Chad?
Fuck, it wasn't! There just wasn't enough time for us to fuck again!
There was no guarantee that she wasn't going to come back into the house, with some other dumb excuse up her sleeve.
I could just see her sidling into the house, smiling to herself about how she was going to catch me doing something I wasn't supposed to be doing.
Oh, yeah, she'd definitely have an excuse ... No way would she put herself into the position where I could prove that she was spying on me.
She'd say something like she was wanting to get some iced tea, or something, and of course she'd be polite enough to open my door and ask me if I wanted a glass of the same, hoping that she'd catch Chad slinging the big bone to me ...
Yeah, there was a chance she might come into the house, too, and since she had so thoughtfully made sure that my bedroom didn't have a lock on it, we'd be caught with our pants down.
That is, if we had been wearing any pants to begin with!
But then I realized how we'd get around all that and beat that bitch at her own game ...
If my bedroom didn't have a lock on it, well, there was one other room in the house that just happened to.
I walked over to the closet and opened the door a crack.
"Chad," I whispered, being extra-careful that my mother didn't hear us talking, even from outside in the yard, "she's out fucking around in the backyard, doing the garden, or sticking earthworms up her pussy, or some stupid thing. We're going to have to be really quiet in here so that she doesn't hear us."
Chad was still standing there in the closet, his pants still hitched down around his knees. Well, I wasn't complaining about the view.
He'd gotten his shirt on, but if he went along with what I wanted, it wouldn't be staying on for long.
"Chad," I said, meaning all of the desperation that was sounding in my voice, "That was so fucking good. I just can't believe how that felt when you were fucking me! I don't want you to go just yet ... Couldn't you just stick around for a little bit longer ...
"What do you mean, Ina? You mean with your mother around?" Chad said, looking like I was out of my mind, or something.
"If your mother's out back and is going to be watering the lawn for awhile, then I can go out the front door without her hearing, and then I can make a dash down the road to Ray's.
"Yeah, you see, If I go out the front she won't hear me, will she? See, I left my bike over at Ray's, and ..."
"SSSssshhh!!! Don't get so fucking excited!" I said. "We don't have that much time to do much talking! She's not going to be out in the backyard for the whole day!
"Now listen to me, Chad. There's no danger whatsoever. Trust me, there's no danger. She's going to be out back watering the lawn for quite a while.
"And, you see, I've got this plan that I'm positive is going to work. Come on out of the closet, but try to keep your voice down a little bit, will you? Let me tell you, she's got ears like a fucking bat.
I opened the closet door wider, and Chad hobbled out into the daylight with his pants hanging around his knees.
His cock was all reddened and pretty darned flaccid, but it still looked mighty tempting to me. It was hanging there between his legs, looking pretty pathetic if I stopped to think about it, but I somehow sensed that it wouldn't take a hell of a lot of my attentions to bring it around again, to get it back into fucking trim.
I was tempted to jump his bones right there, to romp on him in the closet, but then that was pretty damned stupid ...
But, my other plan ...
Young guy like him, all virile and energetic, I figured, there wouldn't be a hell of a lot of problem with getting that flagpole to rise just like the one on Iwo Jima ...
"Let's take a shower before you go ..." I told him. "We were getting hot and bothered there for a while ... Don't you think that a nice shower would be really refreshing? How does that sound to you, Chad?"
Chad put on a weird expression, knowing that I was manipulating him into doing what I wanted, not what he wanted.
"C'mon," I said, "Don't be a party pooper, Chad! It will feel really good, especially the kind of shower that I have planned: I guarantee it will feel really good. And you can take another crack at me, too ..."
Chad looked at me, his expression slightly less weird than it had been a second before, slightly more intent after hearing me say that. That was the spirit!
"You mean it?" he asked.
I nodded. "Are you kidding? Hell, I want it as much as you do ..."
Chad smiled, his eyes shifting around like he was considering the possibilities of the proposition that I had just made him. I think he might have been turned on by the idea of doing it right underneath my mom's nose, too ...
In fact, now that I think of it, I'm not totally discounting the fact that might have been a turn-on to me, too ...
"And your mom will be out in the backyard for awhile, so there's no danger of her coming in on us, or anything? You're absolutely positive about that, right?"
"No danger. Honest there isn't, Chad. Look, I know exactly how that pea-brain of hers works. Plus, there's a lock on the bathroom door, so even if she does come in, there's no way that she's going to see us."
Chad looked like he was seriously considering it.
"Okay," he finally said, uttering the word that I was so desperate to hear. "But we can't take too long with doing it. Let's hurry. We'll take a shower together."
"That's what I wanted to hear ..."
I looked out the bedroom window one more time, making sure that she was in the backyard, watering the garden, which she was.
Then Chad followed me, holding his pants halfway up, down the hall.
"It's down here, Chad," I said. I was already starting to get into the mood for round two of our little bout.
I let Chad go first into the bathroom, and I watched his pale but muscular naked ass as he passed in front of me.
Yeah, this was a good idea, all right!
There was no way that I could have gotten by with just that fucking he had given me earlier.
I just had to have more to tide me over until we could do it again!
And now I was going to get it, too!
I locked the bathroom door behind us, hearing the satisfying click of the lock. Now I knew that, whatever my mom did, there was no way she was going to stop me.
"We're going to have to make this fast, I guess, Ina ..." Chad said.
"Not that fast," I said, pressing my warm and eager body next to his, pressing my lips to his in a hot little kiss, letting my tongue go out and swish across his lips.
"Look, Chad, my mother knows that I like to take long showers, and that's going to set us up for a really sweet time ..."
Chad undid the buttons on his shirt, the same ones he had so laboriously buttoned while he had been in the closet.
Finally the last one was open and then he stripped his shirt off and placed it on the bathroom hamper. Then I ogled him while he bent down and took his shoes, off.
There was so much for me to ogle, to begin with! His cock was hanging limp between his hairy legs, hanging from the dark blonde of his pubic hair, but ...
if I wasn't mistaken ...
...hadn't that prick of his gotten a little longer and thicker since the last time I had glanced at it?
And that ass of his ... Jeez, yeah ...
That ass of his looked so nice and muscular and pale against the tan of his legs.
OOOooooohhhh!!!
Just staring at him I was getting myself all worked up once again!
When Chad had his shoes off he pulled his pants off, and then they joined his shirt on the hamper. He stood up, facing me, and then my eyes took in his total nakedness.
I was right! His cock was arching out from his crotch, his balls still hanging taut beneath them, and now I was certain that he was hardening before my eyes!
I knew that I could count on that virile stud for at least one more tumble!
Well, I guessed that it was time to give him a treat.
"We're going to have to try and be kind of quiet in the shower," I said, reaching in and turning on the water, testing the temperature of it with my fingers, deciding it was right, then turning on the shower spout.
I turned back to Chad and then I went about undoing the work I had had to so quickly accomplish when my mother had arrived home. I had to strip again, but then, that wasn't such a bad thing, was it?
I opened the buttons on my blouse, one by one, going downward.
I was in no hurry to open my blouse, though, not while I was able to take in the look of those eager eyes of his, all eager to see again what lay beneath the cloth of my blouse.
I didn't have a whole hell of a lot of time, but I knew that every second I delayed meant that Chad was getting hotter and hotter for my body.
And so I waited until the last button was undone before I pulled the fabric wide and showed Chad my tits.
"Oh, Jesus, Ina," he said, "Oh, fuck, I could fucking stare at those ... those tits of yours forever ..."
I smiled at the compliment, and then I lifted my arms upward, stretching them languidly, making my big tits arch upward like two great pointed pears, making the honey-brown spikes of my nipples point ceiling-ward.
"You really like them, do you? You're not just saying that so you won't hurt my feelings, are you, Chad?" I asked, even though it was obvious from his expression that "liking" them was a serious understatement.
Chad, without taking his eyes off of me, pressed close to me, and then, as my fingers snaked out to grip his cock, he lowered his mouth and began to suck at one of my tits.
His mouth enclosed the nipple, his tongue swizzling the hard and pointed tip, and then I arched into him, pressing my tit hard against his sucking mouth, wriggling, happily gasping out with utter pleasure.
"OOOoooooooohhh ... Oh, shit, Chad, you're really getting me going, now ..." I said. "Let me get my clothes off, okay?"
Chad pulled away from me and then watched as I reached down, my fingers fumbling as I undid my pants. He helped me shinny them over the curves of my hips, taking my underwear down with them, dragging them down to my ankles, and then I stepped out of them.
Chad and I stepped into the spray of the shower, letting the hot and probing fingers of water splash all over us, drenching our nakedness, making our bodies glisten.
Chad must have really liked what he saw there, because, as soon as we were both in the shower, he was going back down on his knees, the water splashing and dashing all over him, drenching and leaving his hair hanging in wet, snaking tendrils down his forehead.
As the warm water splashed, exploded over our bodies, billows of steam rising around us and glistening our already-glistening bodies, he reached out, gripping my asscheeks with satisfaction, then he leaned forward and began hungrily devouring my twat again.
Do I need to say that he didn't hear any objections from me?
CHAPTER 4
He pressed his face into my cunt, rivers of water splashing over his mouth and face, dribbling down in rivulets of wetness, clouds of steam rising so that I could barely see him.
I arched into him with utter pleasure, waggling my pussy into his mouth, grinding it into his teeth.
I tried my best not to scream from the intensity of the sensations, although I do admit that I did let out some inadvertent whimpers as he drove his tongue into my cunt!
He used his probing fingers to open up my pussy-lips, holding his eyes there, poised on the pinkness within for a long moment, and then he dived right in.
Shit, he would have probably buried his whole head into my cunt if it would have fit! And I would have been more than happy to let him do it!
He brought his mouth to my pussy, the hair all glistened up like a wet mink or something, and then his tongue was sliding out, long and hard, driving inward.
"Oh, shit! Yessss! Yessss!" I hissed as I felt his tongue sizzle into my twat, as I slid my fingers into his hair and urged his mouth even harder into my splayed pussy.
The water was exploding all over my tits, massaging my nipples and making them feel like they were glowing with warmth, but, let me tell you, that was the least of the sensation I was feeling at that moment.
He was eagerly gripping and working my ass-cheeks all the while he was doing my pussy with his mouth, plunging his mouth into my drenched and dripping cunt.
Hell, the fact is, I couldn't do too much more but just stand there all wobbly with the water bursting over me, drizzling down onto him, and just take in every second of that blissful sensation of what he was doing to me.
Hell's bells, I was feeling like I was about to pass out from the bliss of his probing tongue, from the working of his talented fingertip on my asscheeks.
I couldn't help it, I really couldn't help it, but my ass was clenching, my pussy was clenching under the probing of his eager tongue, and I was grinding my cuntlips right into his mouth and tongue and teeth.
My cunt was working just like it had a mind of its own, bucking and squirming, grinding hard into Chad's hungry mouth, and that was just fucking fine by me!
I could feel his lips sucking hard on my pussy lips and on my dripping clit, sending shivering bliss right through me, sending a urgent message right to my brain that it was time to FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
And, let me clue you, I decided I was going to heed that call!
Chad was already starting to try out new things on me, or things that he had heard of somewhere, because as I gasped and writhed my cunt hard into his mouth, somehow his finger found its way up to my asshole.
I didn't even know what the hell he was up to down there, fiddling around with his fingers back there on my ass, since I'd never turned myself on that way, but once he started to do it, I didn't care.
Once he had started fiddling back there, whatever he did was just fucking ducky as far as I was concerned!
He slid a single moistened finger up the tight hole of my ass and I went up on my tiptoes, squealing, crying out with pleasure as he pierced me in the ass.
He twisted his finger around inside me, turning it, frictioning into the channel of my little tight asshole, and that was about the point that I thought I couldn't hold on and was going to go over the edge into ecstasy!
He drilled me with that finger, just like it was a slippery little dick reaming me up my tight and clenching asshole, and he started working it, twisting it, and practically blowing my mind in the process!
He was still sucking hard on my clit, his tongue driving and dabbling into my pussy as water showered down his face, over his mouth, while he continued to give me one royal ass fucking with his deep-probing finger.
I don't know if maybe he had sneaked a peek at some kinky kind of sex books, or something, but I guess that Chad knew that that little pink bud between my cuntlips was my clit, and in addition to that, I guess he had a vague idea of what it was supposed to be for.
Ecstasy!
I was crying out, bucking my pussy right into his face as the water from the shower exploded over us, making our bodies shimmer, and he was picking up the action with his finger, filling and fucking that asshole to the max!
I pulled one of my hands free from his soaking head, and I gripped one of my own drenched and dripping tits, squeezing, pinching hard, and sending jolts of sensation through my body, urging me closer to orgasm ...
Orgasm? No way! I wasn't ready for that, yet, not before I had that hard fucking rod of his in me ...
"Chad!" I said, as loudly as I thought would be safe, with perhaps my mother lurking around the house, "You just don't know how badly I want to be fucked! I mean, I have to be fucked, or I don't know what the fuck I'm going to do ... Your mouth is great, and everything, but I want that dick of yours ..."
Chad pulled his mouth away from my cunt, and looked up at me. His hair was drenched with the water from the shower, hanging down in long strands on his forehead.
Then Chad carefully dislodged his finger from my ass.
I regretted to see ... to feel it go, but I knew that there would be even better things that might serve the same purpose.
He stood up, and I figured I knew at that point why he had hesitated, lingering at my pussy and using his mouth.
You see, he wasn't hard, yet.
Still, he wasn't completely flaccid, and I figured I knew what would quickly bring him around to something more serviceable, at least from my point of view.
Now that Chad was standing in the shower, I took his place on the tile floor, kneeling, my face right at dick-level to him.
The water was spraying over me, and it felt good, leaving our bodies shimmering, misting my eyes and making everything that I looked at go all rainbow-like and prismatic.
Yeah, oh, yeah, that was just exactly where I wanted to be ...
Chad's cock looked awfully nice hanging there between his legs, half-hard, but then I had no doubt that it wasn't going to take too awfully much to bring that meat log around.
Hell, it had better come around or I'd be in a hell of a fix!
I lifted up Chad's long and dripping prick in my fingers, my other hand going up to cup his wet balls, to finger and to tickle them a little bit.
I began at his dripping balls and took my ever-loving time with those taut sacks of skin, really working them over with my tongue while Chad stood there in the shower.
He was wobbling just a little bit as he stood there amid the clouds of billowing steam, his hands pressed to the tiled wall to keep himself from falling over on his ass or on top of me as I knelt on the floor.
After I had had my way with his taut, hairy balls for a while, kissing them and licking them and sucking them until I was content, I began to work my way upwards, working on his moisture shimmering shaft.
The ball-licking alone had made his prick a lot harder than it had been just moments before, and now it was almost but not quite suspended in mid-air of its own accord, that water dribbling down in a little curtain from it as it stood partially arched outward.
I started at the base of his cock, running cat strokes and kisses upwards, swallowing quite a bit of water as I did, following the winding trail of veins that crawled up his shaft.
I was slowly moving higher and higher upwards, and working toward my goal of the purplish knob of his prick.
When I got to the top of his prick shaft I worked his foreskin down, kneeling there and just staring for a moment at the purplish, water-glistening torpedo of his prickhead, then not being able to wait any longer and going for it.
One of my hands gripped a sweet and slippery ass cheek of his, and then as I brought the head of his drenched cock up to my lips, Chad pressed that prick into my mouth, sinking the shaft deep and groaning out his pleasure.
"OOoohhhh!" he gasped, sucking in air, "OOoohhh, fuckin' Ina! Yeah, that feels just fucking delicious ..."
One of his hands went to the back of my head, cradling it, sinking his fingers into my drenched hair and urging my mouth down farther on his arched boner.
He was sliding that cock of his deeply inward, gently fucking me in the face, and by that time it was hard and glistening with a combination of my spit and the water from the shower that was pouring over us.
I gripped his muscular and sensuously slippery ass cheek hard, squeezing it, fingering it, running my fingers over the glistening surface of that mound, and that launched him into a flurry of plunges and gasps.
He was continually driving his hard cock deep into my throat, twisting and turning it, almost making me choke, it was going so far into the back of my throat.
"Oh, yeah, Baby! That's the way!" he whimpered. "Take it all the fucking way in! Fuckin' deep throat that baby ..."
I was trying, I was trying!
I pulled away from his prick for a second, gasping:
"Fucking cum in my mouth, Baby! Just shoot your juices on my tongue ... I want to taste your fucking cum in my mouth ..."
Well, that just happened to be what I wanted at the moment, but Chad had other ideas, ideas which, it turned out, that I liked a whole lot better and a hole lot better ...
"No, Babe," he said, "I don't want to do it that way. I want to try something else ... C'mon and get up ...
I pulled away from that hard cock of his with reluctance. The way I figured it, a bird in the hand ...
I stood up, the water splashing over my body, and then Chad said, "Lean up against the shower wall, Ina."
I wasn't exactly sure what he had in that horny mind of his, so I stepped back, pressing my bare ass against the cool and glistening porcelain tile of the shower wall. I still couldn't figure out what he wanted ...
"Look, Baby," he said, guiding me with his hands, "the other way," he said. "Turn around so that I can do you from behind."
Well, that still didn't sound too outrageous, so I turned around, turning my head for one last peek and seeing that Chad was staring at my ass with real lust.
He stepped a little closer to me and then his hands feasted on the slippery mounds of my wet asscheeks.
"Oh, yeah! Fuckin' Chad! Do it! Fucking do it!" I whimpered, pressing against the coolness of the wet tile wall, flattening my big titties onto the cool tile, feeling my nipples twinge with the sensation of pressing against the tile. "Oh, fucking yeah ..."
I felt his hard prick prodding ineffectually against my leg, but I still wasn't exactly sure what he had in mind for me. Okay, okay, so I was completely naive. Well, that's just the way that it was ...
And then I felt his hands going lower.
I assumed that he was going to slide his hard cock up my pussy from the rear, but no, that wasn't the way that it was ...
I felt his wet fingers working my asshole a little bit, and that sent little shivers of pleasure through me, making me clench my pussy involuntarily.
Gee, up until then I didn't even know that getting touched there could feel that good, but it sure did ...
And then I felt the battering ram of his hard cock banging gently against the door to my tight asshole. OOOOooooh! Oh, yeah! Oh, I wanted it, but ...
That felt good, but there was only one problem, the way that I saw it. I wasn't sure that that big meat sausage of his would even fit into the tightness of my little asshole!
Was it supposed to go all the way in there? Really? I mean, I just wasn't fucking sure about it ...
"Chad, are you absolutely sure that ... I mean, I'm not sure that ..."
"Hey, Babe," he said, sounding pretty positive, but then, after all, it wasn't his fucking asshole that he was trying to drill!
"Don't worry about it!" he told me, smiling, "I'm sure that it's going to fit inside. No problem! I mean, I read all about it in one of those "letters" magazines, and I paid real close attention to how the guy said that he did it with his wife at home ..."
Great, I thought! Just fucking great! So what if the asshole in the magazine happened to be a liar? What if he made the whole goddamned story up? What then?
Chad came up real close behind me, pressing against me, and then I felt the fingers of one hand running over my naked, wet ass, spreading open my asshole, making it a little wider so that that cock of his, theoretically, anyway, could slide right up my ass.
I wasn't too sure!
And then he pressed closer to me and prodded me with his stiffly glistening boner, jogging my whole body a little bit with that plunge, pressing my body harder into the tile wall, and kissing my cheek to the cool tile.
"Are you sure about this, Chad?" I offered ineptly, but hell, I didn't know what else to say at that moment.
"Absolutely sure, Ina," he said. I only wished that I could be as positive about it as he seemed to be!
"Can you, uh, well, can you loosen up a little bit, uh, Ina? I mean, can you try to?" Chad asked me.
"I can try ..."
And then Chad really gave it the old fighting fucking try, sliding his cockhead hard into the tight little door of my asshole, and I clenched my teeth and bit back a shout.
And suddenly that bastard was sliding deeply into me, and he was fucking into my ass!
He was fucking me in my ass!
UUUUmmmmm! Oh, Jesus, Yessss!!! Oh, shit, that felt so fucking good!
I felt like he was filling me up to the max from the rear, each stroke sliding deeper and deeper into my asshole, and I was practically swooning from the sensation of that big boner diving all the way into my rump!
My whole body was pressed hard into the tile and Chad was gasping:
"Oh, fucking Ina! Ina! Ina! Oh, that's so fucking tight inside that little hole of yours! And that feels so fucking good what you're doing to me, Baby!"
Well, as a matter of fact, I wasn't doing all that much besides being pressed against the wall and enjoying the hell out of him thrusting that big bone of his deep into my ass!
Each plunge of his cock pushed me hard against the tile, but I didn't mind it a bit! Hell, I was loving every fucking second of that hard rod ramming me in the rear!
He was sliding that cock in and out of me like a hard-driving piston, ramming it deeply inward, picking up the speed of those strokes, jogging my ass and making me grunt with each stroke of his big bone into me.
He was moving smooth and fast now, and one of his hands was gripping one of my big, wet tits, molding it like clay, molding it even as he did a bit of grunting of his one, burrowing that bone all the way into me.
He was holding me close and I could hear his ecstatic panting even over the sound of the shower spray, and as he picked up even more speed with his stroking, my whole asshole felt like he was setting it on fire with the friction from that over-hard prick of his.
I mean, I was totally out of control by that point of the game! Over the fucking limit, just like my fucking Mom was always talking about! Over the fucking limit, and I was loving every single second of it!
Oh, my God, that was fucking Heaven as he rammed me, rammed me again, rammed me deep in my asshole, slogging that pecker of his all the way into the depths of my guts.
He was twisting it, twisting it, burning that pecker home into my ass until I felt like I could scream!
And I did scream!
And Chad screamed, too, and then it felt like there was a volcano going off deep in my ass as he sizzled his juices deep into my rump.
The sensation of that ass-reaming was making me cry out and he kept on slamming me again, again, again, pressing me into that cool tile shower wall, filling up my asshole and making me whimper with joy ...
CHAPTER 5
After that there wasn't a hell of a lot to do that wouldn't be anti-climactic. We didn't have time for another hot round of fucking, even if Chad's prick had been up for another shot at me, which I doubted.
We hung there, affixed at the ass and cock like a couple of weird Siamese twins for quite awhile.
"This was our first, wasn't it?" Chad asked.
"For me it was. The first for a number of things ..."
I didn't let on that it was the first for everything. I didn't want to come across that naive to Chad.
I mean, prior to that day, my most exciting experience had been a kiss that I had stolen from the goony guy who lived next door, and I really didn't even want to think about having got that fucking desperate.
"Yeah, it was my first time to, uh, well, to make love to a girl ..." Chad said.
"Mine, too ..." I said. "But I sure as hope it won't be too long until we do it again ..."
"Me neither," Chad said. "The sooner, the better ..."
"And in the butt, too ... Jeez," Chad said, "I'm glad that you weren't too afraid to let me do that ..."
"Afraid?" I asked him. "Why would I be afraid, Chad?"
"Oh, no reason," he said.
We were still standing there. Chad didn't seem like he was in any hurry at all to draw his dick out of my butt, and to tell you the truth I would have left it there all weekend, if I could have.
Still, I knew that my mother wasn't going to be watering the goddamned begonias forever, so that we'd better get moving ...
Neither of us was really too anxious to pull loose, but finally I knew that we were going to have to.
I wasn't too sure that my mother was going to believe that I was taking an hour-and-a-half long shower, and I didn't want her thumping on the door and demanding one of her fucking explanations from me!
Chad and I reluctantly got out of the shower and got dressed, and then I pulled back the curtains and watched out the window until my mother was through watering out back.
When I saw her leaving the backyard, I opened the bathroom window just as quietly as I could.
"Just one thing," I said, gripping his sleeve in perhaps an excess of enthusiasm, "when will I see you again?"
Chad turned to me, realizing, I guess, that I really was interested in him.
"Uh, I'll call you," he said. "How would that be? I'll call you tomorrow, and then we can talk about it ..."
"Sooner, Chad," I said. "How about calling me tonight?"
"Okay," Chad said, nodding, looking like he wanted to get off of the hook. "Tonight, then. I'll call you right after dinner."
I looked at him with my big brown eyes. "Not call," I said, smiling gently at him. "I want you to come by, and I don't want it to be later on this week, either. I want it tonight. At midnight, after everyone's in bed. Tap on my window, and I'll hear you. I'll be awake, I promise."
Chad seemed to hesitate. Midnight? he was probably asking himself. What in the fuck would we do after midnight?
Then the answer dawned in his face. He must have thought it over for a moment and then decided that what we'd be doing after midnight would be worth any risk that he had to take.
"Okay, then," he said. "Midnight, it is. And be sure that you don't fall asleep."
"You've got to be kidding," I said. I gave him a kiss on the lips, almost romantic, I thought, and then Chad slipped through the window.
I closed it behind him, and then watched him hurry through the backyard, then depart through the gate.
Well, I thought, what other choice did I have? Shit, I could still almost feel that nice hard prick of Chad's pumping into my pussy, my mouth, my asshole.
MMMMMMMmmmmm ... I could still feel the cum warm and wet, lingering there in both my cunt and my asshole.
I knew that I had to have that erect bone sawing in the tightness of my pussy, in my asshole, just as soon as it was possible, and that was why I had been so demanding with Chad just a few short moments previously.
Hell, I didn't have any other choice in the matter, did I?
I wrapped my wet hair up in a towel, and then left the bathroom. As I walked toward my room I passed the kitchen, and then I noticed that my mother was busily at work fixing dinner.
"Want some help?" I called out, pausing for a second in the doorway to the kitchen. I was hoping that she would say no.
What I was really in the mood for was going into my room and relaxing, just taking my time and contemplating what it was like to get screwed by Chad.
Thinking about that wonderful body of his, that incredible dick.
Fucking around in the kitchen with my mother was the last thing I wanted to do, especially considering the trick she had pulled on me by returning to the house early that morning.
"No, thanks, Honey," she called out to me. "I think that I can manage."
So I went to my bedroom, my mind filled ... you might even say obsessed ... with dreams about how it was going to be with Chad at midnight.
* * *
But, as it turned out, I just couldn't wait. After what had happened with Chad earlier in the day, I just couldn't get my mind off of it, and worse than that, you might say that I couldn't get my pussy off of it.
I mean, I could feel a gnawing in my cunt that told me that I just had to get fucked again, and fucked soon.
After going for so goddamned long without having ever even had a nice little taste of prickhead in my twat, it had been just too exciting, just too good for me to forget about it in the matter of just a few hours.
It was only nine o'clock when I realized that my need was just too fucking great.
I had to have it, oh, shit, I had to fucking have it!
My mother and I had been sitting up, chatting about inconsequential things, watching some dumb show on television, but throughout the entire show my mind had been a blank, or at least the part that hadn't concerned itself with Chad had been blank.
In fact, I'd been thinking about Chad nonstop, my mind continuously having the image of his naked body fixed in it.
The scenes from the screwy family situation comedy on television simply hadn't been able to compare with the show that had been playing in my head, with the scenes that Chad played through, naked most of the time, in my mind.
Shit, I can still see him prancing around in my overheated imagination, his cock thrust way out in front of him, bobbing as he paced toward me, hungry to fuck me ...
I was sitting there in my panties and a baby doll nightie, wishing that my mother wasn't so damned close.
What I wanted to do was to reach down and touch my pussy, trying to quell something of the aching need inside.
If I could only get my fingers on my pussy for a little while, shoved up inside me and pretending like they were a real boner, twisting and plunging until I built and built and finally exploded in delicious orgasm ...
Fuck! I was plain hungry to fuck and to be fucked ...
Sure, Chad had a handsome face, I thought, but try as I might to control myself, his face only seemed to provide a jumping-off point for points south, for my fantasies about that other part of him, that other more handsome part, namely his big, erect cock.
I had never thought that I would be so instantly attracted to anything, but that meat pole of Chad's certainly filled the bill.
Hard or soft, it was the thing about him that I just couldn't remove my fantasies from, and didn't want to remove my fantasies from. It was so big, so perfect, so hard ...
And I think it was right at that moment that I decided that I had to buy a dildo just as soon as my allowance would accommodate it.
Hell, would they even let me into an adult bookstore to buy one? Well, I knew that I was going to have to try, or else chain Chad underneath my bed, so that I could have the real thing every time I wanted it.
Which, knowing me, would be pretty damned frequently.
"I think I'm going to fix a dish of ice cream, Mom," I said. "Would you like me to fix you some, too?"
My mother glanced over at me from the easy chair she was sitting in. "I don't think so, Honey. I had a pretty big dinner tonight. I'm supposed to be on a diet, remember?"
Well, I thought, at least that would provide a brief excuse for getting away from her. I got up and walked into the kitchen, feeling feverish from the thoughts that kept running through my mind.
Oh, Chad, why can't you be here to service me when my cunt is calling out for it?
Jeez, somehow I had to try and get a hold on myself. Chad would be here in a little while. Well, three hours.
Three hours of not getting laid seemed almost like an eternity to me at that moment ...
Maybe, I thought, maybe the ice cream might even serve to cool me down a little bit ...
I got into the freezer compartment of the refrigerator, then took out a carton of ice cream. Sitting it on the kitchen counter I took a bowl from an overhead cabinet, and a spoon from one of the drawers.
Oh, my God, I thought, I feel like my pussy is burning up! Am I going to feel like this from here on out?
I reached down and squeezed my little fur-pie through the thin fabric of my panties. MMMMMMmmmm, yeah!
Oh, Christ, that felt so fucking good that I could hardly believe it! I reached out with my free hand, gripping the kitchen counter in order to steady myself a little bit.
I took the tablespoon from the counter top and then slid it down the front of my panties, running the cool, rounded metal surface over my hot, wet pussy!
Oh, Jesus! That felt so good! Oh, shit!
I ran the smooth surface up and down the labia of my pussy, feeling the coolness tingling my pussy-lips.
That was when I spread my legs apart a little bit, supporting myself with one hand on the kitchen counter, to give me a little better access to my pussy.
Oh, that felt so good, rubbing that spoon against my already-wet pussy lips, frictioning the smooth metal surface against the sensitive little nubbin of my clit!
For a second I stood there, using that spoon like a little dildo, zeroing in on my clit, swirling it around until my fucking head was swirling around!
Hell, if I had come into the kitchen to cool off, then this certainly wasn't helping at all! That little silver dildo, if anything, was making me hotter and hornier!
Regrettably, I didn't have a whole hell of a lot of time, so I pulled the spoon out of my panties, then licked it off. Damnit, I was so fucking horny that I could have screamed!
Well, at least I had Chad to look forward to later on that night, and that was something. Somehow, I wasn't sure how, I would be able to make it through until midnight, and then ...
Oh, fuck! Then I'd get everything that I so desperately needed right at this moment!
Then I wouldn't be in such of a fucking rush with my weird mother sitting in the living room, and I could take my time, letting him work on my pussy with something a lot longer and thicker and hotter than a spoon ...
I opened the carton of ice cream and then scooped a meager amount into the bowl.
Shit, I wasn't the least bit interested in ice cream to begin with, but I had had to do something to keep up appearances with my mother.
And then, on impulse, I shoved my finger into the ice cream, putting a gob of it on the end of my finger.
I reached into my panties and then thrust the gob of cold ice cream into the almost steaming channel of my cunt, plugging it in, feeling the icy coldness shoot through my pussy and making me suck my breath in from the sensation.
OOOOOOoooooohhhhh!!! Oh, Christ, that was fucking Heaven!
I swirled it around in my pussy, pressing the cold ice cream deep into the hot channel of my twat with my finger, working it around on the inside of my cunt.
As soon as I plunged that ice cream into my hot pussy, it melted, so I quickly reached up and got another gob of ice cream on my finger, then that ice cream followed the first I had shoved up my twat, thrusting it into the hole of my pussy.
That cold ice cream was sending another shivering, shuddering jolt of pleasure through me, all the way to the tips of my nipples.
Oh, yes! Oh, mother-fucking yes! That felt so fucking fantastic!
For good measure I reached into the ice cream carton for a third time, extracting another gob of frozen goo from it, only this time I applied the ice cream to my asshole!
Anticipating the coldness of it, I reached down and then started rubbing it into the hot, puckered little hole, clenching my asshole with pleasure and holding back my gasps as I did.
OOOOOoooohhhh!!! Ohhhh, my God!!!
I stood there for a second, letting my finger dawdle my asshole. Well, at least that seemed to help me a little bit, to have cooled me, if at least a little. I pulled my hand out, feeling perhaps a little less crazed.
After I had put the ice cream away I returned to the living room and sat there on the couch, with an innocent, angelic expression on my face, calmly munching the ice cream.
"Mom," I said, after I had finished, "I think I'm going to hit the sack. I don't know exactly why, but I'm kind of tired tonight."
My mother turned and looked at me. I recognized that expression that she had on her face. Behind that mild and benign smile that she was wearing was the contorted mask of the Lord High Executioner.
She was wondering if I was up to anything "funny" that I wasn't telling her about. Hell, if she had only known!
"So early, Ina? Didn't you want to see the end of your show?"
My show? I hadn't watched more than a minute of the damned dumb thing!
"Well," I said, feigning mildness, "I don't know why, but I'm kind of tired. I'm just going to turn in, maybe read a little. Early to bed and early to rise, and all that ..."
"Fine, Honey," she said. "Sleep tight. I'll be going to bed as soon as this program is over with and I lock up the house."
"Night, Mom," I said, getting up from the couch I had been sitting on.
I went into my room, feeling like I was really pulling something off, like I was going to steal some sweets from the candy store, or something.
Well, I guess that in a way, I was going to steal some sweets ...
CHAPTER 6
I went into my bedroom planning on taking a little nap before Chad arrived. Honest, I did. But you've probably heard about the best laid plans of mice and men ...
Well, as you might well guess, it didn't turn out exactly like that.
Oh, sure, I turned off the lights, then stripped off my clothing and got into bed, but once I was in bed, I started thinking about things, musing about what had happened earlier in the day. And with me, that's always a bad thing to do.
I just lay there in the darkness with my eyes closed, letting the moving images of earlier in the day pass in front of my mind.
Naturally, I started getting those particular kind of images passing.
You know what I mean, don't you?
Yeah, I started thinking about Chad. Well, I thought, that's harmless enough, isn't it? Honestly, I don't know who I thought I was kidding.
I thought back on meeting Chad for the first time at the youth outing, and what I had initially thought about him.
Hell, it seemed so long ago that we had first met, I mean, it seemed like both of us were completely different people.
So many things had changed in just the space of a single day.
For one thing, at first I had thought he was a little bit too bookish, too intellectual for my taste. But that wasn't realistic, as I was soon to find out.
Maybe Chad was a little bookish compared to my ideal kind of man, but at the youth outing, my ideal type of man didn't really figure into the quotient, like my old algebra teacher used to say.
Chad was the best that the church youth outing had to offer, and thinking about how he had delivered to me earlier in the day, it didn't turn out to be too bad of a bargain, after all.
MMMMMmmmm ... Not too bad ...
And the really neat thing was that he had promised that he would be knocking on my window in just a few more hours. Then he'd be able to really deliver the real dessert to me, a dessert sweeter than the ice cream I had shoved up my hot little asshole ...
And once he was through knocking on my window, he would be knocking at the door to my pussy with that nice hard cock of his! And then he'd be squirting something out that would be gooey, like the ice cream, but not nearly so cold!
I rolled over in bed and, I know that it's a little immature and silly, but I pretended that Chad was lying next to me, naked, in bed.
I snuggled up to and wrapped my arms around my nice, fluffy pillow, and I planted a nice wet kiss on it.
Hell, I even let my tongue go out, as if I was plunging it into Chad's open mouth, but that pillow didn't taste much like him, after all, it turned out ...
I rubbed my pussy languorously against the mattress, frictioning it up and down, almost doing it involuntarily.
It was pretty obvious what I was in the mood for ...
I reached up and squeezed one of my naked tits, running my fingers over the sensitive little disk of the aureole, over the little hard spike of my nipple.
Jesus, I sure wished that it was Chad's fingers, or better yet, his lips that were fooling around with that nipple of mine! Just the thought of his lips and tongue swishing over my nipple made me shiver with pleasure!
Still, it would be better if I didn't even get into thinking that kind of stuff. There were still a few hours to go, and if I started playing with myself right now, then by the time Chad showed up, I'd be a screaming sex maniac ...
As if I wasn't already!
I wondered for a moment what we were going to do later on that night. Chad could, of course, sneak in through the window, climb into my bed, and then we could take it from there.
That, however, I wasn't sure was such a good idea.
My mom had kind of a second sense about her when it came to me enjoying myself, and, sure enough, if I had a nice, hard-dicked stud sharing my bed, she'd happen to wander in.
Sure she'd have her excuses. She say that she had wanted to check on me, to tuck me in, or some such bullshit motherly thing, just the type of crap that her head was filled with.
No, if we were going to do anything, then I was going to have to escape from the house. That way, if my mother found me missing, I could always make up a story.
There wouldn't be the evidence of a naked dude lying there in bed ...
And then I thought of one possibility. There was an old tree house out in the field about a block away. You know, I thought, it just might be the place ...
Me and a few other kids had built it a few summers back, but if I was right, it was still in good enough shape that it wasn't going to fall out of the tree.
Okay, okay, so it wasn't exactly luxury accommodations at the Fantasy Inn with a vibrator bed and porno videos and Jacuzzi, or anything like that, but it would do in a pinch ...
And then, when I thought about all the things we could do in that tree house, I realized that it was way too hot underneath the covers. No ventilation in the room, or something ...
I threw them off of me, leaving them only covering the lower part of my body. Yeah, that felt a lot better.
The window was open a crack, and I could feel the slightest breeze playing over my naked tits, feathering the fine little hairs that covered my pussy ...
Then, lying there naked in the moonlight, I had the chance to assess what Chad would be seeing, would be touching in just a few hours ...
Yeah, one thing I was thankful for was my tits. I could have been flat, like my best friend Marian.
It wouldn't have been that big of a deal, I guess, to not have much in the way of a chest, but I did know that guys liked chicks with big tits, at least that was always what I had heard.
No, I wasn't lacking in the tit department, by any means.
I looked down on my shadowy tits, barely visible in the moonlight shining through the curtains. Oh, sure, they were flattened down on my chest, but they still thrust up nicely, the nipples jutting up like little spires and casting little dark shadows from them.
They just looked so inviting that I couldn't keep my hands away from them. I reached up, rubbed and molded my tits, longing for Chad to be the one that was doing it.
I squeezed my legs together when I thought about that guy, and that smaller guy that he packed between his legs.
My God, what he had been doing to me down there earlier in the day!
That hard prick of Chad's had been the answer to a horny broad's fucking dream ... and dream of fucking!
Jeez, I could still remember what it was like to have that hard prick of his rammed into my pussy, sliding in and out ...
Or for that matter, rammed hard and all the way in my ass!
Shit, I couldn't believe how far I had gone in one day, straight from being a chick who was completely naive about sex to one who had ... well ... had "gone all the way", like they were always saying when I was going to school.
And I wanted to go all the way again, and as soon as possible.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I had known all along that I wouldn't be able to wait for Chad. My hunger for getting fucked was just too strong to do any waiting.
And so I had to resort to what I had, resort to what was at hand ... Did that mean that I had to use my hand?
I reached down and rubbed my fingers over my pussy, feeling the nice warm glow that that created in my twat.
MMMMmmmmm ... That just felt too good ... too good to resist ...
I tested the waters with my finger and I found that they were ... wet.
I ran my finger up and down the slice of my pussy, sliding it just slightly into the tender, hot and wet folds of my cunt.
I didn't really dare to go any deeper because I knew that, if I did, there would be no holding back. Maybe I could use something long and blunt, and that would make a decent substitute for Chad's cock, at least for the moment.
But what, oh what, would it be?
I cast my eyes around my room, looking for an object that might suffice for the use I wanted to put it to, but I couldn't see anything that looked like it would be the right shape and size that I needed. That I needed inside of me.
So what would it be?
And then I had a brainstorm.
I got out of bed, naked, and then I padded across the carpet of my room, going over to my bookshelves. I had my old faithful teddy bear sitting there and, if I had calculated right, maybe that bear could provide me with something he never had provided me with before.
You know, no matter how old you get, you never outgrown your teddy bear ...
I walked back to the bed and then laid down on the sheet once again, snuggling Teddy against my warm tits, feeling the delicious softness of his fur, and then feeling the coldness and the slickness of his nose.
In the mood, Teddy? I thought. In the mood for some pussy?
I pressed the teddy bear downward along my body and then, holding him in both hands, I let him take a sniff of my pussy. Like it, Teddy? Does it make you a little bit horny?
Actually, at that point I was pretending that it was Chad that was nosing around my cunt, pressing his face into it ...
Teddy worked out just great.
I rubbed his nose into my pussy, taking my time with doing it, grinding the hard little button of his nose into my clit, rubbing it up and down the slash.
Oh, God! Why hadn't I ever thought of using it for that before! That fucking little furred dildo had been going to waste just sitting there on my bookshelf and watching me diddle myself with my fingers!
Fuck, my legs and pussy were quivering from the sensation of that teddy bear nose sliding up and down my pussy slash. It fit in just right, and the smoothness of the nose felt wonderful!
I could press it real hard inward, rubbing it up and down and setting my whole pussy afire with the sensation of that thing!
I slid it up and down, starting out slow, but then picking up the motion, pressing it between the splayed and wet lips of my cunt, making me shiver with pleasure.
MMMMmmmmm ... Oh, fucking yesssss ... That felt just ... just fucking fabulous!
That worked perfectly, better than perfectly, the long and smooth nose plunging, playing, twisting into my pussy, and if I twisted and squirmed it a little bit more ...
And then, somehow, one of my hands got loose and slid underneath my hot ass, reaching down, sliding down the ass crack. I ran my fingers up and down the cleft of my ass, and I found that it had grown humid and sweaty with my exertions.
I let a single plunging finger go down all the way down the cleft of my ass, finally getting to the little puckered hole of my anus, and then I was being worked on from both ends.
At the same time, Teddy's nose was frictioning and sliding up the crack of my pussy while I plunged his whole body up and down, while my finger slid into the depths of my ass, never stopping, fucking me from behind.
MMMmmmmmmmm!!! I had to bury my mouth in my pillow to keep from crying out with the sensation! And that wouldn't have done at all, to alert my mom to the fact that I was fucking myself, to alert her to the fact that I was actually feeling some pleasure!
Oh, no! Oh, that definitely wasn't the sort of thing that a young girl should do!
And she shouldn't be doing it with a bear, either!
I started working both of those substitute dildos, those substitute cocks, matching their motions, building the frictioning until my breathing was speeded up and it felt like my temperature had risen ten degrees, at least.
Oh, shit, I wanted to cum so badly! Jesus, I could practically taste the flavor of that bliss exploding all the way through my body!
If I just kept on working my finger into my ass, never stopping, never slowing, twisting it up my asshole, and if I just kept that teddy bear nose deeply prodding and twisting and frictioning into my pussy ...
I was pretending that that lustful Chad was hungrily eating out my pussy, driving his questing tongue into me, and that some other dude was working his tongue into my backside.
Yeah, I imagined that that anonymous dude was drilling me hard in my rear with his long, wet tongue, making it dive deeply inward, squirming, sucking, licking ... I didn't know him ... It was just some stranger that had sneaked into my bed and shoved his tongue up my ass ...
Damn, just thinking about that was making me hotter than a firecracker!
I started to really grind Teddy's black little button nose into my inflamed cunt, concentrating on the little burning nubbing of my clit, trying to hold back my gasping breaths but not being very successful at it.
I knew that I sure didn't want my mom to hear me fucking myself, and I knew that I sure didn't want to have her come in while I was masturbating with my teddy bear!
Somehow, I didn't think she'd think that that was a proper thing to do with it!
Still, at that point, there was no way that I was turning back!
I was rubbing Teddy furiously up and down on my twat, rubbing it into the tender and wet slit. I was driving his long and pointed and perfectly shaped nose into my burning cunt, rubbing him until it felt like my cuntlips and my clit were on fire from the repeated frictioning of that slick little nose of his!
I rolled over on my side on the bed, in order to make it a little easier to fingerfuck myself in the ass. And then I was really going to it, driving my finger deeply into my asshole, every twist and turn of that little digit sending shivers of pleasure through my whole body.
Christ, I could scream with the feelings that were rushing through me!
Teddy was really working up and down by that time, or I might have said that Chad was, going relentlessly into my pussy, twisting, burning its way into my cunt.
And then I was shaking him hard and fast and furious, really flurrying that long and pointed bear nose into my cunt, doing it just like Chad had done to me with his dick earlier that same day.
Fuck me, Baby! Fuck me hard and fast and just fucking fuck me!
I had a hell of a rhythm going down there now, and it seemed like all thought was banished from my mind as I kept on plunging my finger into the tight little channel of my ass, working the nose of that horny teddy bear up and down the tender little slit of my puss.
All I knew in the whole fucking world was the steady, insistent driving of my finger. It was going all the way into my ass, frictioning the slick walls of my ass channel, and of course, that wasn't to mention Teddy.
Good old reliable Teddy. He was just keeping it up, rubbing his nose up and down in my burning slit, just eating out my little pussy with a fucking vengeance.
At that rate, how long do you think I was able to keep it up without going over the edge into orgasm?
Not fucking long.
"Do me, Chad! Oh, fuckin' do me!" I gasped out, jerking that bear and especially his slick little nose up and down, up and down, up and down.
I twisted and squirmed that bear until my whole body was quivering and I was on the edge of an abyss of bliss, poised there, hungry for my orgasm and yet wanting to sustain it for just one more delicious second ...
Teddy turned the trick. I just kept on ramming my finger up my asshole, punishing it in, but it was finally that furiously rubbing button nose that did me in!
The fire started in my cuntlips, or at least that was the way it felt, and then it spread, going deeper and deeper, and then I had to bury my face into my pillow to scream as the delicious sweet fire ate through my whole body, cutting into me, sizzling me to the marrow..,.
* * *
The wait for Chad seemed like it took forever. I was in my bed with the covers pulled around me, and continuously I kept glancing over to the little luminous face of my clock, willing the hands to move a little faster.
When midnight arrived I was practically beside myself with anticipation, and when twelve-oh-one came, I was absolutely positive that Chad wasn't going to make it.
Damnit, I thought, and after I had gotten my hopes up, and everything! Damnit, damnit, damnit!
And then came the light tapping on the window glass.
My breath caught with excitement, and I scampered out of my bed, throwing back the covers, going over to the window.
Sure enough, there was Chad's rosy face in the moonlit darkness beyond the window.
I unlocked the window and then, trying not to make a sound, I carefully raised it.
"Chad!" I said, "You made it!"
Chad didn't look like he was quite as thrilled by the encounter as I was. "Of course I made it. I said that I'd be here, didn't I? What did you expect?"
I slid my body through the open window while Chad helped me.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Well," Chad said, "that's what I need to talk to you about. Let's get out of your yard and down the street first, and then we'll talk."
We hurried through the backyard, being careful not to alert my mother of what was going on, and then we exited through the side gate.
So far, I thought, so good.
We walked down the street, and the Chad said, "I was thinking about it, and I figured what we really needed for tonight was a car."
"A car? You're kidding?" I said, getting more excited than ever. "You got a car?"
"Yeah," he said, "but there's just one slight hitch. It's my friend Ray's car, so he's driving it."
Chad and I walked down the street, and then, from around the corner, Ray drove up. He was driving an old pickup truck, and while Chad opened the door, I slid in.
It was like sliding into pleasure.
"Hi," the guy behind the wheel said, "I'm Ray ..."
And that was just fucking fine, as far as I was concerned. Hell, this guy had Chad beat all to shit in the looks department, and I suddenly realized that I was in love.
Or perhaps lust, now that I think back on it. Or something like that, anyway.
Anyway, I know my pussy was wet, and I couldn't think about anything but getting his dick rammed up inside of me once again, fucking me, and ... and ... and ...
"I'm Ina," I said, trying not to gush too much, "pleased to meet you ..."
And I was. He was a big guy, that was obvious even though he was sitting down. He had long blonde hair and a neatly-trimmed beard (most of the guys I knew couldn't even grow a beard, just to give you an idea ...), blue eyes and a hell of a nice smile that he was flashing at me right at that moment.
"You're right, Chad," he said as Chad slid in beside me in the pickup, sandwiching me tight against Ray, "I mean, you're really right ... She really is a pretty chick ..."
"Fine, Ray," Chad said, glancing over at him, then glancing at me. "Really fine. Just don't be getting any ideas ..."
Ray, I figured, didn't need to be getting any ideas. You see, I had enough for both of us. In fact, now that I thought about it, I had enough ideas for all three of us ...
Ray gunned the motor of the pickup truck, and we took off down the street, heading for the highway that paralleled the edge of town.
Ray reached over and turned the radio on, adjusting the dial to a rock 'n' roll station, and then it was just me and those two guys and Mick Jagger blasting down the highway, with Mick singing his lungs out.
Look, you can blame what happened next on eighteen years of not getting laid, that is, if you have to blame it on anything.
Eighteen desolate fucking years in a small town with a small town mother is enough to make anyone do something a little rash, and to this day, I'm not sure how I got up the nerve to do the crazy thing I did.
We were racing down the road, aiming for a full moon that hung just over the dark slopes of the hills in the distance.
I was more than aware of being sandwiched between those two hunks and, at that point, I think they were more than aware of me being there, too ...
We weren't saying anything because of the blaring rock 'n' roll music, but then, I don't think we really needed to say a hell of a lot.
I was pretty sure that both of those guys were concentrating pretty hard on what I was going to do next, but I don't think that either of them had the slightest idea, or were prepared for what actually happened.
I put my hand on both of their cocks without any warning, waiting for a protest from Chad that never came. I figured that he was going to scream bloody murder about how I was his chick, or something like that, but it didn't happen.
Hey, thinking back on it later, maybe he and Ray had been planning on that little threesome right from the beginning, and all of that "Don't get any ideas ..." crap that he had laid on Ray had been a big act for my benefit.
Anyway, the beauty of the thing was that both of my hands were suddenly gripping handfuls of wonderful hardness ...
Yeah, that's right: hardness.
Well, are you in the least bit surprised that once I knew that both of those guys sitting next to me were hard and getting harder, that I couldn't keep from getting just slightly carried away with what I was doing?
I put Ray on hold for just a moment, as we flew down the highway, going at what must have been at least sixty miles per hour.
It wasn't that I wasn't interested in Ray, or interested in his prick for that matter. That wasn't the deal, at all.
Far from it! The fact was that I was a lot hotter for Ray than I was for Chad, but I knew that I had to be kind of careful in the way in which I played my cards.
I just thought that, to begin with, Chad could use a little extra attention to ease him over what might be a hard spot, and that a little waiting might actually even get Ray more hot and bothered than he already was.
And so, not really giving a shit whether Ray was watching what I was doing, I launched myself over onto Chad and really went to work on him. I grappled at his pants, pulling down his zipper, then leading his cock out into the open.
Yeah, there was that same impressive pud that I'd taken my fill of earlier that day, but just the sight of it quivering in my fist made me want to start all over again.
That was when I had the inspiration.
Coming at his bone from the position I was in, sitting between him and Ray on the seat, it suddenly occurred to me that there might be a better alternative.
"What are you doing, Ina?" Chad said as I slid off the seat and then knelt in the foot well of the truck. He was smiling, and I think that was because he knew that, whatever I came up with he was going to like it.
I was gripping his boner in my fingers as I reached up and started to unbutton my blouse. And then I noticed the grin breaking out on Ray's face, too.
He kept glancing down to where I was kneeling, following the progress of my fingers as I undid one button after the other.
And then the last button was undone and I surrendered Chad's cock for just a second as I slid my blouse off and tossed it on the seat between the two guys.
"Hey, keep your eyes on the road part of the time, too!" I told Ray, who, it seemed, had decided that the view inside of the truck cab was a whole hell of a lot more interesting than the view through the windshield.
Well, I guessed that I could go along with that. I knew, after all that I had nice tits. Then, sitting on my haunches on the floorboard, I lifted up my heavy titties in my palms, giving the guys a real show.
I jiggled them in my palms, saying:
"Like them, do you?" directing the question to Chad, who was just sitting there with his legs spread apart, his cock angling upwards and quivering stiffly in his lap.
And then I leaned forward, plopping my big, honey-brown nippled tits into his lap, and he moaned in anticipation, probably figuring what I had in store for that bone of his.
I leaned forward, pressing my chest forward so that his cock was jutting right between the two big pears of my tits, and then I reached up and squashed them together, so that only the top of the shaft and the prickhead stood forth from my boobs.
Chad reached out and then his hands began to caress my tits, sharing them with my own hands. I pressed my tits tightly around his cock, and then he got the idea.
"UUUUmmmmm ..." he moaned, and then involuntarily pressed upward, jogging his cock between my tits. "Oh, yeah, oh, yeah!"
I looked down on that big veiny cock sliding in and out of the surrogate cunt that I had made with my tits, admiring that shiny purplish bulb as it bounced up and down.
And that was about the point when my resistance, if I had every had any, shattered. I couldn't just watch that cock of his sliding in and out between my tits.
I lowered my head down and then wrapped my mouth around his prickhead, positioning my mouth so that it made a perfect little sucking cunt for the plunging of his wang.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see that Ray was enjoying the hell out of the show, too. Sure, he had his hands on the wheel, but his eyes were sharing the road, jumping back and forth, with my tits and with my mouth gobbling up Chad's cock.
Chad was thumping his ass up and down on the resilient seat of the truck, and I was sucking and sucking, thrashing his cockhead with my tongue at the same time as he rammed his prick between my sucking lips.
Chad was staring downward, unable to pull his eyes away from the big, staring brown eyes of my nipples. He cradled my head with his hands, holding my head in place as he slammed his cock home into my mouth.
I was sweaty between my tits by that point, and both of my tits squashed together made a nice sweet and slippery cunt for his ramming bone as it rose and fell in their bouncing grip.
His cock was sliding in and out of my mouth, while he cried out:
"Ina, oh, fuck! I think you're going to make me ... I think you're going to make me cum!"
Oh, really?
"Suck me, Baby! Just suck me harder than fuck, Baby!" he whimpered.
He was holding onto my head so that it wasn't going anywhere, lurching his ass off of the seat and sawing that dick of his in and out of my wet, sucking lips.
"Fuck her, Chad! Really fuck the shit out of those tits!" Ray called out in encouragement, pulling his eyes away from the road to stare down maniacally at my tits and at what I was doing, letting Chad fuck me between the sweaty globes of my boobs.
"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" Chad cried out in a wild kind of a chant, going into a final flurrying.
His cock was all long and hard and arched, glistening with my saliva and with my sweat, and I pulled my mouth away just long enough to look at it, to reach over and to pump it a couple of strokes with my hand.
But then I knew that was going to be the ticket, and so I just extended my tongue and fucked him with my hand, pounding his bone in my fist.
I kept it up until Chad arched upward on the seat, and then he was firing one ... two ... three squirts of his juice, splattering that hot dribbling goo over my tongue, over my lips, and I was licking and sucking it up like it was honey straight from Heaven.
CHAPTER 7
I pulled myself out of the foot well, smiling, still licking the dregs of Chad's juices that glistened on my lips.
Chad was slumped down in his seat with a ridiculous smile on face, his cock hanging slack against his leg.
And still, Ray awaited me.
He had suddenly grown cool, with his eyes fixed on the road, instead of where they should have been fixed, which was on my naked tits.
I hadn't bothered to put my shirt back on, but really there wasn't that much of a need. We were only passing cars occasionally on the road, and I wasn't tall enough to jut above the dashboard and be visible.
Yeah, like I said, Ray had cooled off, but I knew what that was about, or at least I thought I did. He was still sort of the odd man out, and I assumed that he thought I was Chad's girlfriend.
He was still playing it cool to see what kind of privileges he had as being Chad's friend. Plenty, that is, if I was the one that was going to make the decision ...
He was waiting for me to make the first move.
Chad wasn't saying anything, he was just sitting there with that satisfied grin on his face. The fact is, I think he was waiting to see what I was going to do with Ray.
They seemed to be pretty buddy-buddy and somehow, deep down, I didn't think that Chad was going to begrudge whatever I offered to Ray.
He, after all, was the one who had invited him along on our moonlight rendezvous.
I started off cool, just sitting there between the guys, in fact I even started to whistle, like making a move on Ray was the last thing in the world that I had on my mind.
Ray glanced over at me a couple of times, wondering, hoping? I just strung him along, sitting there between the two boys, my naked tits thrusting out and drawing his eyes repeatedly to them.
But still I didn't make a move to suggest to him that I was planning on following Chad with any hot action with him.
Until I said:
"Now it's your turn, Ray ..."
Ray turned toward me, and his eyes lit up. "Anything you say is just fine with me, Ina," he said.
I slowly and sinuously reached out and perched my hand on his cock, still covered up by the denim of his jeans.
Yeah, oh, yeah!
Ray was just as hard as when I had left him for Chad, and now I just couldn't wait to get a grip on that pud with my fingers, with my mouth, with my pussy, given half a chance!
I leaned over and then casually unzipped Ray's pants, fishing the hard stick of his cock out of his pants with my fingers.
I eased that boner of his out into the light of day, having a little trouble getting it to negotiate its way forth from his underwear, but finally succeeding.
If anything, Ray had a cock on him to easily match Chad's, and I was in love yet again.
This time I was madly in love with that single slit-eyed monster of Ray's that I was grasping in my fist.
Ray kept pulling his eyes away from the road, looking down at my hand on his cock, glancing just as often at my big and naked tits.
In fact, I guess that those big, nipple-capped boobs proved too much for Ray, because while I was giving his boner a few tentative strokes he reached out with one hand and gripped my tit, fondling it, squeezing it, and encouraging me to up the ante on what I was doing.
I was perfectly happy just to gaze down on that big prick of his, not even hurrying it along, just gently frigging it while I stared at it in anticipation of all the nice things that thing could and would do for me.
Looking at that big, veiny prick I finally succumbed to the inevitable and brought my mouth down to it.
Ray took one hand off the steering wheel, wrapping it around me, and then I brought my lips and tongue to that awesome upthrust spike, starting down low, going for the gusto as I moved upwards on that stake.
I tongued the base of his shaft, peppering it with kisses, and then my tongue delicately followed some of those veins that wove their way up his prick shaft.
I stroked that hard prick of his as I heard him urging me onward:
"Ina, oh, yeah ... I think you've got the right idea there, Baby ... Oh, yeah, I think you really do ..."
I ran long strokes of my tongue up and down the shaft of his cock. Then I pulled down his foreskin, revealing the whole of the knob of his prick, and then I began to work on that.
MMMMMMmmmmm ... I pressed my lips to that big glistening prickhead, running my outthrust tongue around the flange-like base, making him whimper and involuntarily thrust that hard prick into space, encountering nothing.
And I knew what I wanted, I just didn't know if I could get it at the moment.
I frigged that hard cock in my fist, and it just looked so fucking hard, so fucking right that I knew I had to try it ...
"Will you handle the steering wheel, Chad?" I asked. Ray looked at me incredulously, and Chad only managed to say: "Huh?"
"Not huh," I said, getting a little snappy with my need, "just hold onto the steering wheel while I try something ..."
No, there certainly wasn't much room left between Ray and the steering wheel. Chad soon got the idea, quickly sitting up and taking over the steering with one hand, while Ray managed the gas and brake pedals with his feet.
Trapped between those two guys I didn't have a whole hell of a lot of room for maneuvering, but I was going to get what I wanted, even if it killed me ...
I unbuttoned my pants and then slid the zipper down. My pants were tight and so it was a little bit of a struggle to pull them down.
I lifted my ass off the truck seat as I shinnied my pants and my underwear down the curves of my hips, but finally I got them off, then pulled them completely off, pulling them off of one leg and then the other.
I tossed my underpants to one side, and wasn't all that surprised when Chad grabbed them and then held the crotch up to his nose, sniffing it with real pleasure.
And now I was completely naked and completely ready for what was to cum.
It was kind of tricky, and it seemed like I was working as much against Ray and Chad as I was working with them, but somehow I turned around and slid my leg over Ray.
Chad steered the car, keeping it going in a straight line down the road as I lifted my body up and slid over Ray.
And then I was reaching down, grasping that big upward thrusting spike, and lowering my pussy down to meet it.
Ray wasn't in all that big of a hurry to drive it into me, because he reached out, gripping his own cock, and then, as I supported myself on my knees, with my hands gripping the back of the seat, he rubbed the head of that cock into the slash of my pussy.
I bounced up and down a little bit in rhythm with the music that was playing on the radio.
"Hey," Chad said, sounding annoyed, "don't bump the steering wheel with your ass, Ina, or we're going to go off of the fucking road!"
I had to remember that ...
I leaned forward and pressed my mouth to Ray's, driving my tongue inward, swirling it with his, sucking his tongue as I lowered my ass downward onto him.
And then he was sliding into me and I was in fucking Heaven!
He lifted off the seat, impaling me with his long pointed cock, sliding that long and slippery prick into my pussy, and I threw my head back, gasping, sliding my cunt down atop the hard, up thrusting instrument.
"Oh, yes! Oh, fucking yes! Just bang the fuck out of me, Ray!" I cried out, not even paying any attention to whether Chad would approve or disapprove of the arrangement.
I was sucking in deep drafts of air as he plunged that boner into my twat, my heart beating like a rhythmic tom-tom in response to the music playing on the radio.
And then Ray pierced me deep, again and again with that bone, sliding it in, and I couldn't help but yelp out with the pleasure of that big bone as it rammed deeply into me.
Ray seemed like he was going half-nuts with fucking me, gripping my sweaty tits and squeezing, worshipping them with his fingers, molding them, leaning forward and threatening mayhem for all of us by pressing against me, jarring me into the steering wheel.
"Watch it, Ray! Watch what the fuck you're doing there! You're going to fucking kill us if you keep that up!" Chad yelled out at him, turning the steering wheel to right it and to put us back on a straight course on the highway.
"Sorry, uh, sorry, Chad ..." he said, blinking, having gotten a bit too carried away with what we were doing.
Well, Ray soon got back down to business. He really started to slam that pecker to me, jolting my whole body, making my tits jog with each thrust of the hard bone.
He rammed it deep and rammed it again, squirming and twisting his cock in my dripping pussy.
Oh, Jesus did he slam that motherfucker! He was panting and ramming that pecker, practically driving me out of my fucking mind with each thrust of his hard cock into me.
And we were still zooming down the road, not having slowed down a bit as I fucked Ray, bounding atop that pecker of his, my tits flying up and down and around as I lurched atop his bone.
Shit, that hard boner was drilling me right to the core, twisting and turning in the depths of my pussy, and I was riding that hard stick for all I was worth.
"Oh, fucking fuck me!" I yelled out at the top of my lungs, "Fucking drive that motherfucker all the way into me!"
Our pubic bones were slamming together on each downstroke, and I felt like I was on fire as we mindlessly travelled to the end of that road.
Again, again, again he impaled me on that hard, slick plunging rod of his, then flurrying it in and out of my cunt, twisting it and squirming it inside of me.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and then took him into the final stretch, staring at him with wide eyes, the sweat misting my brow.
His expression was practically maniacal as he zeroed into my pussy, slogging that pecker into me again and again, never even slowing down, and then all I could do was just to bounce atop his hard, upthrust prick.
It must have sneaked up on me, that mind-blowing orgasm.
I didn't have the slightest idea that it was coming, or cumming, for that matter.
Hell, I didn't even know that an orgasm could be like that, starting out like a burning deep inside my twat, and then suddenly that photo-flashed into something that took my whole body away, making me jerk and plunge atop his cock, never wanting it to end.
To put it mildly.
* * *
I slid off of Ray and let him go back to doing the driving, even after having filled up my pussy with his cum, I wasn't sure that he was in any condition to.
I pulled my blouse on and buttoned it, then slid my pants on. Before I had gotten them all the way up, Chad reached out, stopping me.
"Leave them pulled down, Ina ..." he said. "It gives me something nice to look at while we drive."
Well, as it turned out, Chad didn't content himself with looking at my pussy.
He started out just looking, all right, but then he insisted that he wanted to "rest his hand" on my cunt. Hell, who was I to object?
And from there, he said that those pussy lips looked mighty inviting. Did I mind if he just rubbed them a little bit?
I said no.
Well, by the time we got to the lake, Chad and I were back at each other, kissing, and he had two fingers plunged to the hilt in my pussy, giving me a hell of a finger-fucking.
"Come on, guys, break the fucking clench, if only for a breath!" Ray called out, and then Chad dislodged his fingers from me.
I turned around, my pants down at half-mast on my legs, and then looked out at the lake in the distance.
It was a great shimmering dark pool, fringed around the edges with huge and shadowy pine trees, with a sandy beach that started at the base of the little ridge we were parked on.
"Looks like we're the only ones here," Chad said. That will make the bathing suit situation a hell of a lot easier."
"What bathing suits?" I asked.
"That's his point," Ray said.
And so, with a whoop we were out of the truck and running down the ridge that led to the beach, tossing off our clothes on the sand as we went.
By the time we reached the edge of the water we were all completely naked, and Chad dove in, smoothly cutting the water with his body.
"C'mon!" he said, after he had surfaced, "The water's great!"
I screamed when I hit the water, and Ray followed me in, and suddenly we were all kicking and splashing and cavorting in the cool waves.
It felt delicious, especially since I'd never been skinny dipping before. I dove underneath the water and pinched Ray on the ass. He let out a yelp, and then he dove beneath the inky water, trying to find me.
I tried to escape him, but he was too strong of a swimmer for me. I expected him to pinch me, but when he caught up to me underwater he swam up and thrust his tongue into my ass!
I gasped out, underwater, with surprise, then surfaced, thrusting my head above the surface of the lake.
And that was when it really turned into a free-for-all! Both of those guys were on me, fingers and hands and mouths sampling my whole body.
I just let myself float in the ecstasy, awash in the water and those lustful bodies.
There was a flat rock thrust slightly out of the dark water nearby and I broke away from the guys, swimming toward it.
I knew for certain that we weren't going to get any real fucking done, not in that deep water, anyway.
I slid out of the water, levering myself up on the rock, my body glistening almost like silver in the moonlight.
And then I lolled back on the rock, my legs hanging over. As an advertisement for the guys I spread my legs wide, then reached down and spread my pussy lips with my fingers.
Surely that would be enough to interest someone ...
I figure they got the idea of what I was doing, but I'm not sure if there was enough light for them to see the glimmering of my open pussy slash the way that I could.
And then Ray disappeared beneath the waves, and a second later he burst through to the surface right next to me on the rock.
He crawled atop the rock, crawling up it from the back, and then he reached out and lowered me back, kissing me with my mouth upside down on his, his hands roaming my naked and dripping wet tits.
"That's a lot better," Ray said, pulling his mouth away from mine to take a breath, "Watching you and Chad going at it in the truck was really getting me hot ..."
And then he plunged his mouth back onto mine, grinding his lips against mine, thrusting his tongue while I sucked it, reaching back and gripping his balls and half-hard cock.
And then Chad burst from the water, gripping the edge of the wetly-glistening rock. He came up between my widespread legs and went right to work on my open cunt, thrusting his legs between my wide-open legs.
"Oh, yeah! Oh, fuck, yeah!" I gasped out as Chad thrust his tongue into my pussy, using his lips and teeth and tongue on my cunt, spreading the lips with his fingers.
He was really feasting on my pussy while Ray and I kissed and Ray took his fill of my big tits, molding, squeezing my boobs, sending shuddering thrills of pleasure through me and really getting me in the mood for more.
I held onto his cock and worked it in my fingers, toying, squeezing his balls gently, bringing that prick around.
He was hardening underneath my touch, and it wasn't more than a few moments before I was dealing with a nice hard spike hanging there between Ray's legs, frigging that big sausage and deciding which hole I wanted that monster thrust into.
Ray had his own ideas.
He climbed all the way up on the rock, and then he swung his leg over me. I thought that he was going to offer me his cock to suck, but he had something else in mind.
He crept up farther until his drenched balls were dangling right above my mouth, and then he lowered his body a little bit, and while I stuck out my tongue and licked his wang, he rubbed it all over my face.
OOOoooohhhhH!
I don't know what the fuck it was about that that was so fucking sexy, but it sure was! He rubbed that big, erect cock over my lips, under my nose, over my nose, over my cheeks, letting his balls dangle down on me.
I reached up and stayed the movement of that bone, and then I started licking and kissing his dangling balls, feeling them go taut underneath my tongue.
"Take my balls into your mouth," Ray said, and I opened wide while he pressed them in, filling my mouth with the soft, warm flesh sacks.
I sucked them, running my tongue over them, while my hands worked on his ass behind, and while Chad didn't slow the action of his mouth on my pussy for a second.
And then I pulled loose and, using my hands, I gave Ray the idea what I wanted. In just a moment he was kneeling on the rock in front of me, and I had my tits pressed flat against his back while I gripped his cock from behind.
Ray probably thought that that was as far as it was going to go, but he was in for a surprise.
And so was I!
As I began to give Ray the whole nine yards, Chad began to do the same to me from behind. I was kneeling, and I can just imagine the view Chad of my wet, dripping ass in the moonlight. Must have looked rather nice, if I do say so, myself.
I know Ray's ass looked all nice and taut and muscular, and I slid down his body, rubbing my hands on his ass while he knelt in front of me. And then I began to kiss his ass, even as Chad did the same to me.
I began to run strokes of my tongue over Ray's ass, taking my own sweet time with his sweet ass while my fingers continued to grip his prick jutting out in front of him.
I was just slowly working it back and forth, not in any rush to get him to spill his goods.
"Oh, shit, Ina ... You are one fucking good little fuck ..." Ray gasped as my mouth worked lower, and I began to slide my tongue into the tight crack of his ass, running it up and down and slowly going lower.
And Chad had my asscheeks spread wide, lapping up and down like a dog, and making me waggle my tail in the bargain!
And then I was kissing and licking Ray's puckered asshole like it was a little, tight mouth. I drove my tongue inward, then tickled the puckered perimeter, while his whole lower body shivered with pleasure and he couldn't help but letting out his pleasure:
"Oh, fuck, Ina! Do that! Fucking do that! Drive that fucking little tongue of yours up my asshole! I love that, Baby! I just fuckin' love that!"
I was driving my tongue into his ass, and believe me, that was a hell of a new experience for a chick who had been at this for so short of a time, and I guess Chad was feeling the same way, because there he was, gripping my ass and reaming me up the ass with his tongue.
In the grip of the hand that wasn't pumping his cock, I could feel Ray's legs trembling and tremoring, but I just kept on Frenching his tight little butthole.
I was twisting and squirming my tongue up his ass, while at the same time he knelt there, gasping and moaning.
Yeah, I was still busy with his bone, too, and I was picking up the action, moving my fist a little faster, milking him a little bit more with my fingers.
"Oh, Jesus, Ina ..." I heard him gasping, "Oh, fucking do that ... OOOOohhhhhhh, I fuckin' love that, Baby ..."
And I just kept working him onward while Chad was matching what I was doing from behind me.
Hell, I felt like it wouldn't be too much longer before I was taking off for Heaven, too, and I think Chad must have gotten the idea, because he hurriedly redoubled his efforts, and this time, he added something ...
While he continued to rim me from behind he brought one hand up to my pussy, and then thrust two fingers deep inside of me, just like he had been interrupted in doing in the truck.
He slid those fingers deep, and my whole body turned fiery. As I plunged my tongue into Ray's ass I started to uncontrollable buck my ass and to clench my pussy as he twisted and squirmed his fingers deep into me.
He turned those fingers into two little dicks driving deep, ramming them all the way in, fucking me with them and speeding up that fucking ...
"Fuck, Ina!" Ray gasped, reaching back and gripping one of my tits, working it in my fingers, "I don't know how much longer I'm going to be able to hold out ..."
By that point I was nuts, both from what Chad was doing, jamming his tongue into my ass, ramming his fingers into my twat, and from the desire, the need to bring Ray off.
I was really desperate to make that dude cum, never ceasing the probing of my tongue, and working on that hard, hard bone of his. Hell, it felt like a fucking Coke bottle, or something, in my hand by that time.
All hard and glistening, it felt like it had been carved out of wood, and my hand was moving like a piston on it, working it fast, working it steadily to bring him off.
I knew that, using my hand like that, that he couldn't last much longer. And that was good, because I knew that I couldn't last much longer, either!
Every probing of Chad's tongue, every thrusting of his fingers seemed to stoke the fire in my guts higher and higher, and I knew that it would only be a matter of seconds until ...
I pumped and pumped on his prick, working it fast, working it hard, his gasps and whimpering music to my ears ...
"Do it! Do it, Baby!" Ray pleaded. "Oh, that feels too fucking good! I can't fucking believe it! I can't fucking ..."
And that was when we both went over the edge.
I screamed, my pussy clenching, my ass bucking as Chad drilled me, driving that twin pricks of his fingers deep into me, my whole body sizzling with velvet fire that rushed through me.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!"
That was Ray as he whimpered, groaned, his cries spiraling and echoing in the emptiness of those natural surroundings, and then he was gripping my tits hard and gargling out his pleasure as he fired squirt after squirt out from that great arching bone of his.
And then Chad was pulling himself out of the water and, not even giving me a chance to recover, he was tapping me on the shoulder like he was cutting into a dance.
It wasn't a dance that he was wanting to cut into, though.
Ray slid off of the rock, his body disappearing almost without a splash into the darkness of the water, and it flashed through my mind that he might be unconscious, drowning.
Naw, that was impossible ... But that line of thought soon vanished as, suddenly, Chad was taking over my attention, turning me around on the smooth surface of the rock.
Now it was Chad's turn.
Chad crawled atop me like he was hungry for my love, reaching out and feasting his hands on my tits.
He pressed his mouth to one of my upthrust boobs, clasping one of my nipples, grown hard and pointed in the coolness and wetness of the water.
He started sucking, the fingers of his other hand working my other tit, and then he began to lick my nipple, running his hot tongue over the puckered disk, black in the shadowy night.
MMMmmmmmmm ... Oh, yessss ... I arched my tit into his mouth, into his lips as he continued to stroke my nipple with his tongue, sending sweet little shivers of pleasure through me.
I reached down and I gripped Chad's cock, suddenly realizing just why he was in such a hurry. His hard prick lolled bobbing against my leg, hard as a stick.
No, he was in no mood to mess around, because all it took was the touch of my fingers to get him really going. He slid atop me, and then I led that hard and bobbing boner downward to my pussy lips.
I was already nicely worked up down there from what he had done with his fingers earlier, and so when he slid the head of his cock into the labia there was no resistance, at all.
That bone just dived into me, and I had to whimper as I felt his cock filling me up. Oh, yeah, it was so fucking long, so fucking hard, that was just exactly what I needed ...
And Chad was in no mood for preliminaries, either, because he went right to work, supporting himself above me, beginning to really burrow that bone into me.
I arched into his dick, grinding my pussy against his crotch, letting him thrust and twist into me. I could see his wild eyes glittering in the moonlight as he launched a flurry of bone-thrusts deep into me, panting, gasping, really bucking that pecker into my pussy.
Chad slammed that bone to me, drilling deep into me, bumping my ass against the smooth, cool surface of the rock underneath me.
"OOOOOOhhhhhhh!! Fuckin' Jesus!"
I couldn't help but cry out, and he rammed me deep, jogging my whole body, making my tits jerk with each thrust of his bone into my cunt. He just hung there above me, ramming it to me, moving rhythmically, moving steadily, never slowing, and just delivering stroke after stroke of that hard prod into my core.
How long could I keep up at that rate? I wasn't sure any more!
I wrapped my legs around him and just let him have it all. He supported himself on his knees and just fucked and fucked me, one stroke after another after another, moving me closer and closer to my sexual explosion.
And he whipped those final plunges home, and even before my orgasm hit, I was gone, lost in the plunging of his prick, lost in the moonlight and the sky, again, again, again ...
And then he fired his hot sperm into me and I screamed and arched, shaking my pussy and practically yodeling out my bliss into the night air.
It had been a hell of a day to remember, I had to give it that!
CHAPTER 8
We were travelling back on the same highway that we had come on, and cum on, now that I think about it, and I was pretty much providing the boys with a replay of what had happened on the way up to the lake.
Well, not exactly, but I did have both Chad's and Ray's cocks pulled all the way out of their pants, working them with my fingers, even occasionally dipping my mouth down to give those pricks even more encouragement.
They seemed to be having a good enough time, talking and laughing when they weren't encouraging me with things like"
"Yeah, Baby, suck that thing!" and "OOoooohhhh ... That's the fucking way to do it, Ina!"
Everything seemed to be coming along pretty darned nicely, if I said so myself, and both of the boys were keeping up nice hard-ons up, even after the extended and hard work out that that had gotten at the lake.
And that was the exact moment when the fucking rear tire blew out with a bang!
The truck swerved and skidded, but Ray kept it under control, steering it over to the shoulder of the highway.
"Well, that's a hell of a deal," Ray said. "It couldn't have happened at a more fucked time. Shit, I knew that I should have changed that tire before taking it too far out of town. We've still got a few miles to get back to town before we can get you home, Ina, and I hate to tell you this, but I don't have a fucking spare tire ..."
"Well," I said, "it's a good thing that it's a weekend, otherwise it would be my neck. My mom will be sleeping in late and so there's a little bit of time to spare.
"If she woke up and I wasn't in my bed, she'd have a fucking shitfit, let me tell you guys. I guess what I could do is get out and start hitchhiking.
"See, someone's bound to pass by on the way into town, and I don't think that I'd have all that much of a problem in convincing them that they want to give me a ride ..."
"I don't know if you have to get that drastic," Chad said. "I'm sure that we can think of something, without you having to hitch it.
"You know, I noticed the lights of what might have been a truck stop a ways back down the road. Maybe we could get someone to come out and change the tire for us, and if that doesn't work out, maybe we could pick up a ride into town from there. It would probably be a lot easier than standing at the side of the road with our thumbs out."
That sounded like a plan, and Ray and I both agreed.
We all got out of the truck, and then hiked down the highway. It took about fifteen minutes, but when we got to the truck stop it became apparent that all it was was a restaurant, but Chad suggested that we could call a mechanic from inside.
It was a little, rundown-looking building with a couple of big semi rigs and a few cars parked out in front, and I led the way across the parking lot and through the front door.
To tell you the truth, I'd never been in a place like that, and I'm not sure that Ray and Chad had, either.
I was kind of excited to check the place out, but I sensed that the boys were a little on the nervous side, probably wondering if the truckers were going to give us a friendly reception or not.
You know, you've seen the movies where truckers are always looking to pick a fight, or arm wrestle, or some dumb thing.
I figured that was bullshit, but I didn't even bring the subject up with the guys, leaving them to themselves.
When I stepped through the door, every head in the place turned, not that there were that many to turn.
There was a youngish waitress behind a lunch counter, pouring coffee, and she wasn't bad-looking, either.
A couple of guys sitting at the counter looked like they might be travelling salesmen, or something like that, both of them decked out in off-the-rack business suits.
They were sitting there sipping coffee and talking, but when they saw the waitress staring at me, they turned around on their swivel stools to take a look at what had walked through the door, too. One of them punched the other in the ribs as he sat there ogling me.
There was a pool table in an alcove off to one side of the restaurant, and there were two guys playing.
Both of them looked like truckers from their blue jeans and baseball caps, and they seemed to be taking an awfully long time chalking their cues while they gazed over at us ...
Or maybe, more realistically, it was me that they were looking at so intently.
Chad and Ray and I went over to the counter and then sat down, picking up menus off of the counter. Both of them ordered coffee, so in order not to be the odd one out I did the same, even though I hate the stuff.
Ray put his menu down, apparently deciding that he wasn't hungry. "Guess I better go call up somebody to fix the tire," he said, then he got up from the counter and went to a nearby pay phone to make the call.
I don't know what made me do it, or maybe I say that too often for it to be believable. Maybe I know perfectly well what made me do what I did!
Maybe it was just that a couple of sips of coffee convinced me that I didn't want to finish the rest of the cup, and so I started looking around the place for something else to do.
"I'll be back in a minute," I told Chad, "I'm going to go and watch them play for awhile." And then I casually wandered over to where the pool table, was sitting at the other side of the room.
Hey, I don't know exactly why I was doing that. I mean, it just seemed like that was what a chick should do in a situation like that, you know? Get to know the local gentry?
Well, I walked over to where those two guys were playing and, from the number of balls on the table, were just finishing up with a game.
Yeah, I'd never been in a place like that before, and even though the place was a little rundown, it was still kind of exciting. It was kind of an interesting place, certainly unlike the restaurants in town that my mom would let me go to, now and then, anyway.
Considering the kind of places that I had been in, it seemed like I had suddenly been plunked down into some kind of a steamy, 1940's bar, or something like that.
I felt like I was some kind of a sultry Lauren Bacall siren walking around (all I needed was the slinky dress, I thought), and those were Humphrey Bogart and Marlon Brando playing pool just a couple of feet away from me.
Hey, a girl can have her crazy fantasies, can't she?
Silly, maybe. But, jeez, for once I was in an adult place that served beer and everything, and the way that those guys at the pool table kept looking over at me, I didn't figure that they were thinking about whether I was a good pool player, or not.
Well, it just so happened that I was wrong about that call.
"You play pool?" the taller and skinnier of the two guys said, lifting up the brim of his baseball cap, taking a long look at me and looking like he wasn't displeased at all by what he saw. He looked long and lanky, and maybe even country-bred. If he hadn't been a truck driver, he would have fit right into the mold of a cowboy. Not too bad at all, actually.
"Uh, sure ... Yeah, I play a little ..." I said, giving him my trademark sweet smile.
Well, it was true. I did play, even if I wasn't all that good at it. There's a pool table in the rec room at school, and I had played enough games on it so that I was actually good enough to win most of the kids who hung around the rec room. Sure, I was pretty good, or at least I thought I was up until that day.
Chad sidled up behind me and wrapped his arm around me. I guess he was being protective or something, not that I really cared. It didn't seem to me like there was anything to be protected from in the place ...
"I've got an idea," the other trucker said. "Why don't we play doubles. You and your boyfriend can play against me and Larry. Hell, I'll even spot you a couple of balls to even up the odds, since we play quite a bit."
I turned to Chad. "Want to play? Might be kind of fun."
Chad shrugged, not looking terribly enthusiastic about it, but figuring, I suppose, that he wanted to be near me if I was hanging out with the two truckers.
"Is that a yes?" I asked.
"Yeah, sure," Chad said, scratching his head. "I'll get us a couple of cues. You sure you know how to play this game, Ina?"
Chad walked over to a rack on the wall and chose us a couple of cue sticks, checking them out, sighting down them to make sure that they weren't warped. You would have thought he was Paul Newman out of THE HUSTLER, or something.
"Five bucks sound all right?" the first trucker that I had talked to asked me.
"You guys are betting?" I asked.
"Well, yeah," the smaller of the truckers said. "That's what makes it fun, isn't it? You didn't want to bet, or something?"
"Well, it wasn't that," I said. "It's just that we had a flat tire out there on the highway, and we have to save our money to pay a mechanic. I don't think we have any money to spare on betting. Sorry about that."
"Oh, no big deal," the first trucker said. I sensed that he was considering something, but didn't know exactly how to say it. He glanced over at his friend, as if to get some agreement on the idea that he was going to spring on us.
Finally he spit it out:
"But I have another idea that you might go along with. Might make it kind of fun. More fun than if we weren't wagering anything ..."
"What's that?" I said, going along with him like a sucker.
"Strip pool," he said, keeping a completely straight face.
"What?" I asked him, swallowing. I wasn't sure if I had heard him right.
"Strip pool," he repeated. "Ever played it before?"
"Come on," Chad said, "you've got to be kidding. There's no such game! You're just saying that because Ina's playing and you want to sucker her out of her clothes!"
"Maybe," the trucker said, "maybe not."
"He's serious," the other, smaller trucker said. "We had a game of strip pool last month, remember, Larry? Almost kind of a tradition around here, at least every time a pretty girl plays and doesn't have any money to bet."
"Yeah, I remember that last time, too, Jerry," the taller trucker said. "Margaret, that chick from the Burger Hop was in here, and we were all a little tanked-up, just like usual. I don't remember too much of it, since I'd had a nip myself, all I remember was Margaret and those big-"
"Right!" Jerry laughed. "I remember 'em pretty good, too!"
Chad shook his head. "No way! You guys must think we're idiots, or something! No way am I going to play strip pool!"
And then I went and opened my big mouth:
"I will."
Both of the truckers heads snapped around, pinning me with eager eyes.
"Are you kidding?" Chad asked. "Did you hear them right? Strip pool? You're willing to play them, Ina?"
I shrugged. "So what's wrong with that? We have to bet something, don't we?"
Chad shook his head, like he thought I was completely nuts, or something. Hell, maybe I am!
"Look, Ina," he said, "you can play the dumb game, if you want, but don't expect me to fucking join you ..."
Chad turned away, and then walked back to the counter, sitting at the same place and beginning to drink his coffee again.
Hell, he probably didn't like coffee, either. Maybe coffee was just a show that people put on to impress each other, and perhaps no-one really liked it ...
"I've got a great idea," Jerry said. He raised his voice loud enough so that the girl tending the counter could hear him:
"Why don't you come over and play a round of strip pool with us, Lisa?"
"Oh, come on," Lisa laughed, waving her hand at Jerry.
"C'mon, Lisa," Larry asked, almost begging her, "we're short of a twosome. If anyone needs anything, you can always take a break, you know, like you usually do ..."
Then it was Lisa's turn to shrug. She shook her head. "I don't know why I go along with the crazy things that you guys cook up ..."
"Cause you're a crazy chick, Lisa! Why else?" Larry asked.
"That must be fucking it," Lisa said.
I looked at her as she walked across the room toward the pool table. She was a nice-looking broad, you could say that for her.
She was tall and blonde, with high cheekbones and blue eyes that made me think that she was Scandinavian, or something.
And those tits! My God, I think she was shoplifting bowling balls in that industrial strength bra of hers, or something!
I tried to look cool, picking up my pool cue where Chad had left it, picking up a cube of chalk and chalking it.
"Girls against the guys?" Lisa asked.
"Sounds good to me," I said. The guys nodded their approval.
"Good. Ladies first," Lisa said, "so I'll rack 'em ..."
She took a plastic rack that was hanging from a nail on the wall and then proceeded to rack the balls, setting them up at the end of the table.
"Every missed shot you have to take off a piece of clothing, okay?" Larry asked. "Every shot you make, the other team has to remove a piece of clothing. Okay?"
No-one said anything, so I suppose that that signaled approval with what he had said.
"You're ...?" Lisa said.
"Ina ..." I told her.
"Ina, you go ahead and break ..."
I went over to the table, carefully sighted the cue ball down the cue stick, and then let fire. It was a good shot, and it was only after I had made it, after a couple of balls dropped into the pockets, that I realized I had been holding my breath.
"You've got the stripes," Larry said, looking a little disgruntled that I had sunk a couple of balls, probably because they weren't his.
"That was two balls that Ina sank, boys," Lisa said. That means you have to take off two pieces of clothing ..."
I watched with pleasure as both Larry and Jerry removed their cowboy boots.
I lined up another shot, trying to bank a striped ball into a pocket, but this time my luck wasn't with me.
The striped ball didn't go in, and in addition to that I "scratched", knocking the cue ball into a pocket instead.
Larry and Jerry were smiling like Cheshire cats, seeing that.
"I have to take off a piece of clothing, is that right?" I asked.
"'Fraid so," Lisa said. Those are the rules, even if those two dildos made them ..."
"I wasn't sure if it would qualify, but I kicked off one of my sandals. "That okay?" I asked.
The guys nodded.
And then Larry walked around and, taking the cue ball out of the pocket, he positioned it on the table.
He and Jerry were shooting for the solid-colored balls, and he seemed to be taking an awful long time lining up his shot.
He stroked the cue back and forth until just the right moment, and then, just as he took his shot, Lisa acted like she sneezed:
"Ahchoo!"
The ball skittered out of control, missing the one he was aiming at by a long ways, then bouncing ineffectually off a couple of cushions and finally coming to a halt.
"Goddamn it, Lisa! That's cheating!" Larry said, his face reddening from the trick that she had played on him.
"All's fair in love and ... strip pool," she said, smiling at him. "Take it off, Honey."
"Well, Larry still didn't have that much to lose. I knew that his baseball cap was going to come off next. He hung it on the same nail that the pool rack hung from.
"Your turn, Lisa," he said.
Lisa confidently lined up her shot, but her confidence seemed to exceed her actual ability at the game.
She took her shot, but all she succeeded in doing was sinking one of the opposition's balls.
"That counts as a miss, if you didn't know already, Lisa ..." Jerry said, smirking.
"Sure. Sure. I knew that," Lisa said. She bent down and untied one of her waitress shoes, then took it off. "I sure as hell hope that the boss doesn't happen to drop by," she said.
Well, the game proceeded like that for awhile, before things started to get serious. Before we got down to brass tacks in removing clothing.
Jerry made his shot, sinking a solid. That meant that I had to remove my other sandal, and Lisa had to remove her other shoe.
He missed the next one and removed his hat.
I fucked up on my next shot and had to remove my belt. And that was when I started to sweat. I only had two other items of clothing!
Larry missed his shot, so he removed one of the socks he was wearing.
And then Lisa seemed to get on a roll. She set them up and laid them down, making three balls in a row before she finally missed one.
"Nice shooting, partner," I told her. "Take 'em off, boys ..."
Jerry removed his socks and his belt, looking like he was reluctant to part with them.
Hell, what did he have to lose? Some quick calculation told me that Lisa and I had fewer articles of clothing to remove, which meant that we were going to be in the altogether long before the guys were.
Larry was forced to remove more. His last sock and his belt came off, but that still left him with one more item of clothing that had to come off. Finally he decided on his shirt, taking it off and giving Lisa and I both a show.
Hey, once you got him stripped down to the skin, he wasn't too damned bad!
He was kind of muscular, probably from all that cattle punching, or truck driving, or whatever the fuck he did, although I wondered who would want to hit a cow?
His chest was also really hairy, with matted dark hair that made you want to reach out and touch it. I restrained the urge, though, since I figured it might slow down the game.
Now things were starting to really get going with the game!
It was Larry's turn to make a shot, and he was out for blood, at least by the look on his face and by the serious way he lined up his shot! He made his first shot, and since he sank another ball, that meant that I had to remove another item of my clothing, and so did Lisa.
Well, I opted for taking off my pants. The truth is, with as few items of clothing as I had, I didn't have much in the way of a choice.
Luckily I still had underwear, flowery patterned bikinis, but even then, I noticed that the guys seemed to like what they saw.
Lisa took her time about it, but she finally ended up taking her blouse off", and all of us broke into applause when she showed that she had the guts to take it off.
She was wearing a bra, but damn! Those big tits of hers could hardly be restrained by those lacy white cups! My eyes kept drifting back to those tits of hers, even against my will, unable to keep from looking at those big ivory mounds almost spilling out of the cups.
Larry missed his next shot, and as far as I know, it might have been from the distraction of Lisa in her bra and me in my underwear. When they were through that left he and Jerry standing there, Jerry without his shirt on, and Larry standing there dressed just in his underwear.
From the looks of the bulge in his underwear, he had his mind on more than just the game.
He had a hell of a hard-on developing, and it was obvious why: he just couldn't keep his eyes off of those tits of Lisa's.
Well, I figured that it wouldn't be long before he had a much better look at them, and I thought that would be nice for both of us ...
But it was me that was the first one to show off what she had.
By that time, the rest of the guys in the room were gathered around the pool table, watching the game, but watching me and Lisa and waiting for what was going to come off next.
"I sure hope you miss this next shot," one of the guys in the business suits said. And, he got his wish.
I scratched again, cursing myself for not having practiced my pool playing a little more. Lisa took her skirt off, leaving her in underwear and her bra, but I had to decide whether it was my shirt or my underwear that was going to come off next.
Hell, what difference did it make?
Grinning sheepishly I pulled my underwear down to the accompaniment of hoots and wolf whistles. Actually, I wasn't even all that embarrassed, even though those guys acted like they had never seen a naked pussy before.
"C'mon, guys, take your next fucking shot ..." I said.
Jerry did. And he sank the ball he was aiming at, and that was when all hell broke loose.
Lisa slipped out of her bra, revealing two of the shapeliest, prettiest, most pinkly-nippled tits that you'd ever hope to see. Let me tell you, that sure caused a few wolf whistles and exclamations about what a set she had on her.
Well, I pulled my shirt off, too, leaving me completely naked.
Was that a good enough reason for those guys to rush us the way that they did? If the whistles that Lisa caused were a compliment, then what the boys did next must have been the sincerest form of a compliment ...
It was Chad and Ray that were leading the charge, and they lifted me up on the pool table.
"Hey! What do you guys think you're doing!" I yelled, laughing. "You're not going to ... Are you?"
"You bet! You lost the bet," Larry said, and he was quickly positioning himself in front of me, dragging his underwear down so that he could take the prize.
Now, Lisa, on the other hand, she didn't even need any help! She was crawling up on the pool table behind me. And the first one that she went after was ... me!
I was lying back on the pool table, laughing and overwhelmed by the guys pressing against me and holding me, and Lisa was reaching out and fondling my tits, pressing her mouth to mine and thrusting her tongue inward.
This had been a hell of a day! I'd never made it with a woman, never kissed a woman in that way, not until then!
Hell, I'd hardly ever even thought about doing that kind of thing with a woman, but, I have to admit, when I saw Lisa's tits the thought did cross my mind.
I was so involved with Lisa, our bodies tangled together, her kissing me, touching me there as I lay back on the pool table, that I didn't even see what Larry did.
I didn't see it, but I sure as fuck felt it! Larry pressed close to me, going between my widespread legs, and then I felt him sliding the hard head of his cock smack into my pussy lips.
I wouldn't have had time to protest, so it was a damned good thing that I didn't want to!
I gurgled out my pleasure while continuing to kiss Lisa as he pressed forward and slid that big, hard cock of his into me. I felt his hands gripping my thighs, and suddenly I was being fucked to beat the band.
Man! He was really letting me have it down there, pressed hard against me and banging away with that cock of his in accompaniment to the hoots and applause and shouted encouragement of the rest of the guys in the place!
If there's such a thing as a tit man, there must be such a thing as a tit girl, and if there is, than that's the way your could describe Lisa.
She pulled her mouth away from mine, gasping, and then she slid over my body squeezing a tit in her hands and then bringing her mouth down to sample one of my big nipples.
OOOOhhhhh!!! OOOOOHHhhhhh!! that felt so fucking good!
She started to work on my nipple with her lips and tongue and teeth, nipping it, licking it until it stood upwards in a pointed spike.
And all the while, Larry was fucking me! Through my half-open eyelids I vaguely saw Chad crawling up behind Lisa on the pool table, and then I heard her crying out her pleasure as he came up behind her. He butted her with his own hard, out-thrust cock, and then she was gargling out her pleasure as he pierced her from behind.
I heard her cry out as he rammed her, and then her whole body was jogging against me. Larry was fucking me in the pussy and Chad was doing her from behind.
Her tits were dangling right in my face, slapping against me, so I took the opportunity to reach up and grab a big handful, then to press my lips to one of Lisa's pink nipples and do some sucking myself.
And at that point everyone in the place was joining in, doing the two of us on the pool table. I mean, I completely lost track of what was going on as my universe suddenly got overwhelmed by a swarm of hands sampling my body, by mouths kissing and licking and sucking me all over my body.
Those two business-suit guys had joined in, not to mention Ray and Jerry, and frankly, at that point, I didn't know what was going on and who was fucking who.
I lurched over to one side, reaching up and fondling Lisa's ass like I'd wanted to, and then I found one of the guy's mouths pressed to mine, and I found my mouth filled with his tongue.
I opened my eyes and didn't even recognize the guy; he must have dropped in while the fun was going on!
I surrendered myself to the flow of bodies, but more than that I surrendered to what Larry was doing to my pussy with his dick. He was going into the final stretch, really letting me have it with his hard bone, and I was wild, feeling the beginnings of my own lust explosion, of my own cum.
I could feel it building inside of my pussy, inside my guts as all those hands and mouths washed over me.
That insistent fire was building and building and, when Lisa moved to one side I saw Larry's wild expression, his fiery eyes as he went into the home stretch, flurrying, twisting, really driving that boner into me until ...
I ...
had ...
to ...
scream!
I screamed out my bliss as the fire of my orgasm raged, exploded inside of me, falling back on the table, but even before I'd recovered my wits enough to pull myself free someone else had taken their place between my legs.
This time it was Ray and he was sliding his own erection deep into my well-lubed pussy, driving it deep and then started to give me round two of the sound pussy whipping that I was getting.
And even before I had a chance to encourage him, my face was full of dick, and someone was rubbing a big, hard erection over my open, hungry mouth.
Well, not even knowing who was doing it to me, I just reached up and snagged a fist full of cock, then angled it down to my mouth and started to suck.
He was pumping that bone between my lips, and then I was being fucked in two holes, Ray slamming and slamming his cock into me until my pussy felt like it was going to take fire.
He was gripping my thighs tight and levering his bone in, again, again, again until I was just completely lost in the sensations of being fucked and fucked and fucked.
And when he came in my pussy whoever was thrusting that cock into my mouth joined him, and suddenly my mouth was awash in hot, sticky juice and I was swallowing, swallowing, swallowing.
* * *
All's well that ends well.
The mechanic arrived just as the party was ending, after all of us had gotten as much sex as we wanted. In fact, the only regret of the whole day was how damned cute the mechanic was, and that I didn't have time to sample some of his piston-action, too.
He had brought a spare tire along, and so it wasn't fifteen minutes before we were back on the road.
The guys got me home with time to spare, and I sneaked through the backyard, then slid through my open window, climbing into my bed and covering myself up, drifting off to sleep with a head full of sweet dreams of being fucked, being fucked again, being endlessly fucked.
When I woke up I went out to the kitchen. Mom was preparing breakfast for us both, and although I'd only had a couple of hours of sleep, for some reason I didn't feel particularly tired.
"So you're up, are you, sleepyhead?" my mother asked, turning away from the stove to smile at me.
For some reason I wasn't even pissed off at her, and so I smiled back.
"Hungry?" she asked.
"Starved."
"That's good, because I made plenty."
She started putting the food on plates for us, and I arranged some silverware on the table.
We sat down and then started to eat.
"You know," she said, "I sure am lucky ..."
"Whaddayou mean?" I asked, around a mouthful of eggs.
"Oh, to have a daughter who goes along with my wishes. You're not like so many of the teenagers you hear about these days. You know, sex, delinquency, all that. No, my Ina has never given me a moment of problem."
I smiled and continued to munch my breakfast.
"Yes, she's the sweetest, most innocent girl in the whole, wide world," Mom said, sitting there and looking at me, smiling.
