Archive note: The original pocketbook contains two chapter labeled 'CHAPTER SEVEN' and that is correctly reproduced here.
FOREWORD
Carl is 15, and totally inexperienced in sex. His idea of a good time is to shoot paperclips at Miss Henderson's lovely round ass in English class. Miss Henderson's idea of a good time is to cure little boys of such behavior. But her method does not involve punishment. On the contrary.
"You want to hurt me because I turn you on and you think touching me is forbidden," she instructs. And with that removes her clothes and approaches him. The other kids fall into silence. He sees her womanly breasts swaying before him, the triangular patch of lush pubic hair, the long, smooth thighs. His dick gets hard in his pants.
She turns her back and displays her ass. "Do you still want to hurt it?" she says. Then her hands are all over him, tugging his clothes off, reaching for his cock. "This is the way nature intended," she says. His mouth finds her nipple.
Miss Henderson-30 years old, and conducting secret sex education classes in her home after school. Her philosophy is that the younger they learn the happier they are. She took it in her hand, and eased her body up, her wide-open cunt hot and ready. "Fuck me." she whispered. "Yes Miss Henderson," said Carl.
CHAPTER ONE
The classroom was quiet. up front, the tall, blonde, pretty teacher turned her back to the class and bent down to pick up a piece of chalk. Her full, womanly ass made a tempting outline in the light-clinging fabric of her calf-length skirt. In the third row, 15 year old Carl Austen aimed a homemade slingshot loaded with a paperclip. He let fly. The teacher straightened quickly, and jumped nearly off her feet. Carl tried to get his slingshot out of sight, but he was restroom late. The teacher spotted it.
"Carl," she said. "Come with me." Her voice did not seem enraged or even angry. And that is what scared Carl the most. He knew that when she got very calm like that, she was the maddest, lie suddenly would have given anything not to have done what he did.
But it was too late. He got up and came to the front of the class. The other kids, all students in the eighth grade at Wellington Junior High School, Willington, New York, did all they could to keep from bursting into laughter. Out the door went Carl, and the teacher, Miss Henderson, turned to the class before following him.
"If any of you want to be next, just cut up and make a lot of noise while I'm gone." Then she went out the door.
Carl was going along the hall, toward the principal's office. Miss Henderson caught up with him. He was a high-spirited, bright lad, who just didn't know when to get serious, and what not to do.
Miss Henderson put a hand on his shoulder and slopped him.
"Carl," she said, "that was stupid."
"I know," said the boy. There were tears in his eyes.
"Why did you do it?"
"You presented a good target."
The frankness of this comment surprised the 25 year old teacher. She stared down at the boy.
"Carl," she said, "does my rear end arouse you?" Carl's jaw dropped. The fact was that her rear end did arouse him. Only last night, when he had turned the light off in his bedroom and climbed under the blanket, his mind had gone to imagining Miss Henderson without her clothes on, in the shower, then stepping out, drying herself all over, and he had gotten a hard-on in about two seconds, and throwing the blankets and sheet down, and taken his little dick in his hand, rubbed it, played with it, squeezed it, and then, at the peck of pleasure, had imagined sticking it into his teacher's ass. At this point he had come, a few little drops of sperm running down the shaft of his dick.
"Well ... " he said now, not knowing how to reply to this unexpected question from Miss Henderson.
She still had her hand on his shoulder.
"Carl, I think this time I'm not going to lake you to the principal. Instead, I am going to insist that you attend a special class that I am organizing, and that will meet in my home after school on Wednesdays. It is called: "Sex-The Yes and The No." I think that, even though you are a little younger than some of the others I have invited, that you are ready for this kind of sex education. Because as it is, you seem to have the entirely wrong reaction to a pretty female rear end."
Miss Henderson turned around and led the way back to the classroom. As she walked, she wiggled her butt in a most tempting way. Carl took a good look. Long legs, round, full ass, beautiful long blonde hair ... she was his idea of a real goddess. And now she was inviting him to a class on sex? Wow. Too much.
Class ended and Miss Henderson took Carl aside and said:
"One thing, Carl. I want you to promise that you won't tell anyone about this class. That goes for friends, and especially your parents. They probably wouldn't approve. But that shouldn't stop us. Alright?"
"Yes."
"You promise?"
"Yes Miss Henderson." And he left for gym.
On the way to gym, one of Carl's friends, Ted Clawson caught up with'him.
"You hear about the new thing we're doing?" said Ted, a tall, dark-haired boy.
"No," said Carl.
"Al found this way to look from the boy's locker room into the girl's. You gotta see it."
Carl's eyes lit up. "Really?" he said.
"Yeh, come on," said Ted.
Together they ran to the locker room. "We gotta be careful because if the coach or anyone catches us, they'll close it up."
Carl followed Ted to the back of the locker room, where an air vent screen had been removed behind the last row of lockers. By lying on the floor, and wiggling their heads half way into the shaft, they could look through a narrow gate into the girl's locker room. Of course they were just above the level of the floor, so it was difficult to see anything but legs. Except, that way at the far end, they could see girls going in and out of their shower room. Carl had never seen a fully naked girl before. He lay now, with Ted, breathing quietly, and saw four or five girls pass near the gate. All he could see was from their knees down. And then, near the shower room, a girl passed in her underwear-panties and a bikini bra. Carl felt a surge of excitement go through him. His dick jumped in glee. Then, near the shower room, two more girls stood talking. And as they talked, one began to undress. They were perhaps 20 feet away, and the girl-whom Carl recognized from one of his classes as being Linda Blair, unbuttoned her blouse. Carl knew that she had good sized knockers for a 14 year old. She pulled her blouse off, and stood for a second in her bra. Then, still talking to her friend, she unhooked her bra and let it slide off. Her bare tits were fully exposed! She stood sidewise to Carl, and he could see her profile perfectly. Her tit was large and white, and as she talked, it bobbed up and down slightly. Carl thought he was going to come in his pants just looking at her. And then she turned toward him, and he saw both her tits, and her nipples. The nipples were the most exciting part. They were not large, as he imagined nipples must be, and as they usually were on the girls in magazines, but they were very pink and cute. And as she stood, she unzipped her skirt, and dropping it, showed that she had on a pair of green panties. She stepped out of her skirt, and then, so casually, pulled her panties down.
Carl saw her pubic hair, her crotch, everything! Now he knew he was going to come. He concentrated very hard on not coming, he wanted to stay and watch more, and he didn't want to make his underpants sticky. Linda, totally nude now, and the most arousing, beautiful thing he had ever seen, kept standing there for another minute, talking to her friend as nonchalantly as if they were on a street corner. Then she started walking down along the lockers toward the grate! She got nearer and nearer, and as she did, her body seemed to loom larger and larger. Her breasts, bobbing, sponge-like, protruding, and her flat belly, her thighs, her legs, and most of all her brown pubic hair, that formed a perfect triangle from the center of her crotch up both sides, and flat across the top.
And, to Carl's amazement, she kept walking right up to the gate, but as she did, all but her lower legs disappeared from view. That was disappointing, except it was also exciting to know that she was within about a foot of Carl, and had no clothes on. Then he heard her talking:
"He tried to feel me up," she said, to someone. Carl couldn't believe his ears. He had never heard "girl talk" before. "His hand kept going up under my blouse. And right on my own front porch, like, I couldn't believe it."
"Did you like it?" came another voice. Carl didn't know who the other girl might be, though she was standing near Linda and her legs were in view. But she was just undressing, and one by one pieces of her clothing fell to the floor, within inches of Carl's face. A sweater. A bra. A skirt, and then, panties.
"Well," said Linda, her voice getting low and confidential, "if you want to know, I wished I could have let him do it. I keep thinking it must be really good to have a boy ... you know ... "
"Feel your tits," said the other voice.
"Well, yeh. I mean, I get turned on when I feel them ... "
This was nearly too much for Carl. He looked at Ted, whose eyes were wide, and whose mouth was hanging open.
Then a boy in back of them said:
"Watch it, the coach," in a low whisper.
Ted and Carl scrambled backwards out of the shaft, and stood up, and went to their lockers. Another boy placed the loose screen across the vent to make it look normal. They were safe.
Carl had a hard-on, and he was hesitant to change, because he was embarrassed and he didn't want anyone to see it. So he kept his back to the other boys and changed quickly, his cock not fitting into his jock strap very well, because of its condition. Then he went to play basketball.
Gym over, he showered and went to his next class, English, a class in which he sat three seats away from Linda Blair. When he saw her, he got a hard-on all over again. To have been so close to her naked body an hour ago, and to have heard what she said about wanting to get felt up ... it was all so exciting. He squirmed in his seat, and could hardly concentrate on a word the teacher said. When class was over Carl felt himself do something in spite of his shyness about girls, and his usual bravado that covered it up. He talked to Linda, and asked her for a date.
"Listen Linda," he said, catching up to her in the hall. "How about going to a movie with me Saturday afternoon."
He looked at Linda, keeping his eyes on her
I I face, for fear that if he looked at her body he would give everything away and she would know his intention. She had a round pretty face and short brown hair.
"What movie?" she said. She sounded surprised. She and Carl had been in the same grade all through school, but he had never said more than a few words to her.
"Uh, any movie."
She looked at him askance. "Why do you want to go with me?" she said. "I just do, that's all."
"I'll have to ask my parents. Can I let you know tomorrow?"
"Sure," said Carl. He watched her walk down the hall, and pictured to himself her body under those clothes. He didn't have to use imagination. He had seen it all.
Two days later, after school, was the first meeting of Miss Henderson's special class on "Sex--The Yes and The No." True to her request, Carl had not told anyone about it, and he showed up on time at her apartment, which was about four blocks from school, in the middle of town. Carl knocked on the door, and it was opened, and there stood Miss Henderson. She smiled and said:
"Come in."
Carl entered the apartment. There was a large living room, a kitchen, a bedroom and another small room that was a study. In the living room were about ten kids, most of whom Carl knew.
They were mostly older, and the teacher said they would be ... 9th 10th and 11th graders. There were four boys and six girls. Miss Henderson sat in a chair and the kids sat on the couch or on the floor, and they talked for a few minutes among themselves.
"O.k., " said the teacher, "I guess we're all here. Now a word about why I'm doing this course this way. As you may know, most adults in Willington are against sex education. This is too bad because it just means the ignorance and prejudices they grew up with will be passed on to the kids. I plan to do what I can to counteract that trend. It is a little dangerous, that is the first thing. If it were to get around that I was conducting this class, I'd be in trouble. I'd probably lose my job. And as for you-you might get expelled. So we have to maintain mutual trust. And if anyone doesn't want to go through with it-he or she should speak up now, and they can leave, and there will be no hard feelings at all."
A girl raised her hand. "I didn't know that this kind of thing-getting into trouble and all, was involved. I don't think I better do it."
"O.k., Mary," said Miss Henderson. "I can respect that decision. I'm glad you spoke up now. Does anyone else feel that way?"
No one else did. Mary, a 10th grader, got her coat and said goodbye and let herself out the door. That left five girls and four boys. The class got underway. Miss Henderson had pictures of naked girls and boys, and she held them up. She pointed out sex organs, and areas known as "erogenous zones," and other interesting things. She said:
"Girls and boys are equally sensuous. In fact, the human being just loves to be touched, in normal circumstances. And we love to display our bodies and to see others displayed. That's why the popularity of nudie magazines-for men AND women. But in a healthy society we wouldn't need these magazines. We'd gladly be naked and caressing and sensual with one another. But in our society, that is frowned on-unless you are married or are over a certain age-18 for girls, 21 for boys-which in each case is eight to ten years late. What's wrong with young people knowing all there is to know-and having the experiences they are ripe for?"
Carl thought this was interesting. His attention was completely caught up in what the teacher was saying.
And then Miss Henderson did something startling. She started to take off her clothes. "You see, " she said. "It's not just words. It's action. I happened to feel like exposing my body to you. You are all attractive young people, and you arouse me, and I want to display myself to you. So why shouldn't I? Anyone object?"
She had unbuttoned her blouse, and was removing it. And before anyone could say anything, she had taken her bra off. There she sat, completely unselfconscious, naked from the waist up. Carl stared, and a deep silence pervaded the room She had large, incredibly round tits, and her nipples, unlike Linda Blair's, were large and pointed. As the kids stared, Miss Henderson ran a hand over her tits, shaking them.
"Does this disturb anyone?" she said "You see, as a woman I am proud of my breasts. They are the symbol of womanhood. See?" And she pushed her chest out further, and everyone sat wide eyed. Then embarrassment became evident in the room. Especially among the girls. They began to move in their seats, and some looked at one another, questioning looks in their eyes.
"Now I want everyone to undress," said Miss Henderson. "You will see that when you are naked there will be much less embarrassment." So the kids started to undress. Carl, feeling that he was the youngest, and no doubt the least developed, hesitated. Seeing this, Miss Henderson came to where he was sitting. Her bare tits transfixed him, and all he could do was stare. She was bending over to talk to him, and her tits hung down to within a foot of his face. He thought he might faint.
"What's the matter, Carl?" she said.
"Nothing," he lied.
"You're not undressing."
"Sure I am," he said, and started untying a shoelace.
She smiled and went to another student, who was hesitating. In this way she got everyone to begin removing clothes. And she stood in the center of the room and slipped out of the skirt she was wearing, and then pulled her panties down and off, and Carl, with only his shoes and socks off, saw in the flesh the beautiful, round ass that-a few days before he had pinged with a paperclip.
And now other kids were naked. It was too much for Carl. Girls and guys, bare assed, tits revealed, it was just all too much. He couldn't look. He didn't want to get a hard-on. That would be a give-away of some kind. So he slowly got out of his clothes, and didn't look at anyone.
"Carl," said Miss Henderson.
"What?" he said in a dry voice.
"See my ass now?" And she turned her back to him and bent over slightly.
"Yes," he said.
"Now do you want to hit me with a clip."
"No," he said.
Miss Henderson told of the incident, and said: "You see, that was an expression of Carl's repressed love arousal. I turned him on. But because, we are not free to express or even feel good about such things, he had to try and hurt me. Isn't that sad?"
"Yes," said several kids.
Something about what Miss Henderson said overwhelmed Carl. He found he was standing and moving toward her. He was looking at her gorgeous body, at her open honest display of herself.
"I'm sorry I hurt you," he said. And he walked to center of the room, in front of everyone, naked, completely unaware of himself, and put his arms around Miss Henderson and kissed her on the lips. Then things happened quickly. She put her arms around him, and they held each other very tight. The sensations going through Carl were incredible. And so much of it was new. Her full, weighty body against him, his naked exposed body against hers. And then she was touching him, her hands were running up and down his bare back, his buttocks, and everywhere but between his legs.
The other kids in the room fell totally silent, and Carl and Miss Henderson, oblivious to everything, embraced one another. Carl felt the bush of her pubic hairs poking against his groin, and his dick, rock hard and erect, rubbed hard against her belly. Responding to this, she began to push harder against him, and her belly seemed to have magic fingers of its own, messaging his red, ripe cock shaft.
Carl thought he would explode;. His hands found her buttocks, and he pushed hard, and then she was spreading her legs. This gave him room to shove his cock into the opening, and though he was not in her pussy, his dick was rubbing the exterior of her swollen, wet cunt lips. Then her hands found his organ, and as he pushed against her, her hands worked up and down on his whang, stimulating him to a point where he nearly came. And all this standing up, in the middle of the room, being observed by a bunch of kids! Carl became aware of her tits. They were poking into his chest, and all he had to do was bend down a little, and he could take one into his mouth. He had never seen a naked female breast this close up before, and certainly had never had the chance to suck on one. And now it seemed so simple and natural. The nipple of her right breast was hard and erect, and seemed to beg to be sucked. He took it into his mouth, and felt it respond and grow between his lips and teeth. Then, experimentally, he closed his teeth on it.
"Mmmmm ... " moaned Miss Henderson. He increased the pressure.
"Ouch, that hurts," she said. So he knew just how much pressure to apply to make her feel good. Meanwhile, Miss Henderson was backing up slowly, to where a small couch was against the wall, where no one was sitting. When she got near enough, she simply tumbled over backwards, pulling the unsuspecting Carl with her. This got a chuckle from the other kids watching. Then Miss Henderson started love-making in earnest. She had Carl on top of her, and she spread her legs wide, and pulled him down hard, and his dick, as if by magic, found her wide open pussy. And in it sank. He thought he would faint from the excitement.
"Feel good?" said Miss Henderson between gasps, because she herself was quite aroused and inflamed.
"Yes," he replied through clenched teeth. He had never felt anything so good in his life. Her hands were caressing his buttocks, and his dick was riding in and out, reaming the walls of her pussy, which felt like delightful wet moss.
In the midst of this came an uproar from the other kids in the room. Seeing Miss Henderson and Carl fucking on the couch in front of their eyes, they suddenly could no longer contain themselves. In a free-for-all, they were embracing, kissing, and caressing one another. A tall, long-haired boy of 17, with an enormous erect cock, was burrowing his face into the crotch of a much shorter, heavy-set, dark-haired girl. She was nearly in a trance, because it was her first time even naked with a boy, and here was a full-fledged orgy going on! She felt his tongue finding her cunt, and all her dreams of wild sex were coming true, and it was nearly too much.
On the floor near them another boy was fingering a second girl. She lay, legs spread wide like a dancer doing a split, and as he ran his finger into her wet, dark-haired cunt, she tentatively took the tip of his dick in her fingers. She rubbed, and pulled the skin back, and then without warning, the boy came. Semen shot up into the air, and the girl squealed with delight.
A third couple was making out, the boy running his hands madly over the girl's small tits. She was 17, and not all that developed yet, but her little nipples stood proudly and sensually out, and as he caressed her, she felt his balls, and took pleasure in running her hand along his crotch from his cock to his ass.
AH this while, Miss Henderson and Carl were locked in a passionate embrace. Her head was thrown back and her arms were hanging loosely down at her sides, and she had given in totally to the sheer joy of being fucked by a 15 year old boy who was having his first piece of ass.
"Tell me how it feels," she whispered in his car.
"Soft ... wet ... warm ... " whispered Carl, his breath coming in gasps, his body on fire with pleasure.
"Your cock is doing a good job on me ... " she said.
"Oooohhhh!" said Carl, her words stimulating him as much as her actions.
"You're going to make me come, aren't you?" she said.
"Yeeesssss," said Carl, though he wasn't even sure what a woman's coming was all about. All he knew was that he was having the time of his young life.
Mow Miss Henderson began to work her pelvis and hips in such a way that .Carl thought she would fuck the dick right out of him. The sensations and vibrations increased, and her cunt became a wild lucking instrument, and he could feel the wet, warm lips of her pussy coaxing him out, bringing his orgasm closer and closer, and their flesh slapped and banged together, her tits, sweaty, slick, flopping on his face, neck and chest. Then he came. It started in his feet and balls simultaneously, and came to an explosive peak in the shaft and head of his dick. He hesitated a split second, and then shot a wad of come into her that felt like a gallon and a half to him, though no doubt it was the same couple of Squirts he came when he jacked off in the safety and seclusion of his own bedroom.
His dick felt like it grew another foot, and into her he pumped for all he was worth. Spasm after spasm traveled along his body, and his dick felt like it was on fire with pleasure. And just as he couldn't manage another stroke, and was about to collapse on her soft body with total fatigue, Miss Henderson came. She screamed:
"Fuuuuck ... " and her hips seemed to turn to jelly, and then a bomb exploded in her womb. She felt like electric sparks were going through her, and the transformer was in her twat. She ran her fingernails up and down Carl's back, and wrapped her thighs tightly about his ass, and kicked high in the air.
"Cooooock ... Cuuuuuunt, Fuuuuuck ... " she said over and over, and then she slowly eased her grip, and a delightful pulsating numbness took over her limbs, and she fell into a sleep-like delirium of total pleasure.
CHAPTER TWO
At school the next day Carl didn't say a word to any of his friends about the amazing experience he had had the day before, after school at Miss Henderson's. Even though he would have loved to tell Ted, he remembered the teacher's warning, and thought better of it. So when they went to gym, and Ted asked Carl if he wanted to crawl into the air shaft for a quick peek at the girl's in their locker room, Carl said, no, he didn't. That held little interest for him now. Ted looked at him askance, and then crawled in for a look.
Carl suddenly felt quite superior to such antics. Why crawl into a dirty stupid air shaft just to look at something, when it was 'possible to go out and really experience a woman's body? Yes, Carl was suddenly the very grownup young man. He was no longer a virgin. He didn't need these crazy kid's games anymore.
Between classes Linda Blair came up to Carl in the hall.
"I can go with you to the movies on Saturday," she said.
This really pleased Carl. "Great," he said. "I'll pick you up at one o'clock. We'll go to whatever is playing. O.k.? "
"Sure," she said.
From there Carl went to English class, the one taught by Miss Henderson. When he saw her, his face got red and he got excited, just remembering last night's fun. He wished to say something to her about it, but decided anything he said would be a give-away. After class, she said to him:
"Don't forget, every Wednesday now is our special class."
"How can I forget?" said Carl.
Saturday rolled around and Carl got the paper and saw that a French movie, at the new Art Theater, had just opened. He decided to take a chance and take Linda to see it. It was the first foreign film to be shown in Willington.
He took a bus to her house and rang her doorbell. She answered and let him in, and they sat in her living room and drank a Coke.
"Parents home?" said Carl.
"No. They're out at a friend's house.
They finished their Coke and left for the movie. They took another bus and got to the theater just in time. The movie was in French with English subtitles. And it was It-rated. It was about a young couple who meet in Paris and then go to the countryside looking for a better way of life. They put up a tent while building a house. About twenty minutes into the film there was a scene with the girl bathing naked in a stream. It showed her entire body, except her vagina. The sight of this aroused Carl, and he wanted to look at Linda and see what her reaction was, hut he didn't want to make it too obvious. So he looked at her sidewise. Her eyes were glued to the screen, but she had a blank expression on her face. And then, almost as if by accident, she dropped her hand on Carl's lap, right onto his dick, which was semi-hard from the sight on the screen.
Carl couldn't believe that this was happening. He remembered seeing Linda naked through the vent in the locker room, and what a lovely body she had, but he had imagined that she was virginal and pure, as HE had been until a few days ago. Her hand resting on his crotch, Carl leaned back and let his hard dick come fully to life. And Linda, boldly, unapologetically, squeezed it through his trousers. At the same time, on the screen, the girl's boyfriend emerged from the woods and took off his clothes, and embraced the girl. They began to caress one another, and both were naked in the stream. He bent over and sucked one of her nipples, then the camera moved away, so you could only hear the sound of their passionate embrace.
This drove both Linda and Carl crazy. Carl put one arm around Linda and with the other reached straight for the breast. He cupped one tit in his hand, and applying a little pressure, squeezed and caressed. Linda turned her head and they kissed. She slid her hand off his dick and down along his thigh, then back again.
This went on for twenty minutes, and by then, Carl had run his hand up under her skirt to her crotch, and though he didn't slip his linger under her panties, he did feel the growing heat and wetness through the cotton. His dick was hard as a rock now, and once or twice more Linda felt it. the third time, running her finger slowly, deliberately, along the shaft, as if wishing to find its full dimensions. Carl whispered in her ear: "Like it?"
"Love it," came the answer.
He shifted his position, so that his pelvis was thrust forward, and his dick that much more accessible. She seemed to like this, and with her fingers dug in and around the presented bulge.
They left the theater before the movie was half over. Both were hot and bothered, and as soon as they got outside, in the daylight, Carl began to think: where shall we go?"
"Will your parents be out all afternoon?" he said to Linda.
"I'll about six," she said. "Let's go there, then," he said, looking at his watch. "It's three now. We'll get there at 3:30, and have ... lot of time."
She nodded. Now Carl was really aroused. She wasn't just playing games in a dark movie theater. She wanted to be alone with him, and have some real action. Carl kissed her near the ear, and they got a cab. The cab didn't take as long as the bus so they were at Linda's house in fifteen minutes. Inside the door, they embraced, and kissed a long intense lovers' kiss. Carl pressed his body against her. She was wearing a knee-length skirt, and a white blouse, and he cupped his hands on her buttocks and pulled her toward him. She yielded, and his dick pressed against her stomach. Then Carl sank to his knees and in one swift motion, lifted her skirt. He thought: I'll go right for the prize!
Lifting her skirt, he pushed his face against the point where her thighs joined. It was hot there, and he caught a glimpse of white panties. These he yanked down, and there, exposed, ready, was her cunt. Her brown triangle of pubic; hair was so inviting that he had to nuzzle it. He pressed his nose against her bush, and at the same time licked her cunt with his tongue. This sent a tremor through the girl, and he could feel her shiver.
"Oooohhhhhh ... " she moaned. He licked, and found the opening of her pussy, and inserted his tongue. She spread her legs, and groaned again.
"Ever been eaten before?" said Carl after a few moments.
"No, honey," she said. "I've never even shown my vagina to a boy before."
"I'm the first, huh ... " he said, really excited by this fact.
"Yes, lover," she said.
Increasing her fervor now, she moved so that he could suck her cunt with his lip as well as lick it with his tongue. He slipped his hands up and held her buttocks firmly, and pulled her to him.
He was on fire now, and her legs spread, she was pressing herself into him, rotating her ass and pelvis, as obviously her cunt fell the best it ever had.
"Let me see your ... thing," said Linda.
Carl let go his grip on her cunt and stood up.
"Unzip me," he said. She did not hesitate, but reached for his fly and unzipped it. His cock tried to push right through, and only the thin material of his underpants kept it from being fully exposed. Her fingers were working on him, and she said:
"I've never seen one before" she blushed.
He unbuckled his belt and unhooked the snap on his pants, and let them drop. Then he pulled down his jockey shorts. His dick was straight and hard. Linda stared for a long moment. She seemed entranced by the delicious sight, and all her fantasies gave way to the real thing.
"Wow," she said. He took her hand and placed it on his cock. She ran her hand up and down it, and the more she rubbed the more enthusiastic she got.
"It's so hot," she said. "And hard, and long, and ... beautiful!"
Now she used the other hand, and she was holding it tightly like a baseball bat. "How can a big thing like that fit in my little ... thing?" she said.
"In your pussy?" he said.
She blushed again. "Yes," she said.
"How can my dick fit into your cunt?" he said, throwing words at her, enjoying seeing her react.
"Y-yes," she said.
"Easy," he said.
She grinned, and they embraced tighter. Then he started to unbutton her blouse. Button by button he opened it, and soon her bra was all that was between his hands and her breasts. He was panting, wanting to see and touch and suck her tits, and he unhooked her bra in the back and let it slide off of her shoulders and tits. She was beautiful. Young, ripe, full, dazzling. Her nipples were red and small, but erect, tempting, pert. He kissed the side of a breast, then slid his tongue along her and took a nipple firmly into his mouth. At the same time she ran her hand down and under his crotch, playing with his balls where they dangled. She wanted him to take his shirt off, and he did. She seemed fascinated with his chest, and she ran her hands over him, feeling his male tits, and then she tweaked a nipple lightly with her fingers.
Now they were both nearly totally naked. She took his hand and lead him to the couch.
"Here?" she said. "No," said Carl, "your bedroom."
"Better yet," she said, and led the way toward the stairs.
"Just in case mom and dad do come home, we'll have time to get dressed," she said.
So they took their clothes and went naked up the stairs. At the top was a large mirror above a dresser in the hallway. Passing the mirror, both kids had to stop to admire their gleaming bodies in the glass. Standing side by side, they peered at one another, and Carl liked how his erect dick and hanging, hairy balls looked in the mirror. Linda reached a hand and took his root firmly, and watched the reflection as she did so. It was nearly like watching another couple, and was very exciting. Watching, Carl jiggled her tits one at a time, and ran a hand down her belly to her cunt. She spread her legs and he inserted a finger easily, even though the angle was difficult. They both enjoyed watching this action. Then they moved along the hall, each on fire now with pure desire, Carl feeling his cock ready for intense fucking.
Linda led the way into her bedroom. They threw their clothes over a chair and lay on the bed Carl didn't waste any time. He wanted this young virgin, this hot young cunt, who was so ready for fucking. He rolled on top of her, and thrust his hot cock into her even hotter cunt. For an instant there was resistance of some kind, and then a breaking of tissue, and Carl fell her give way and into her he sank. She was awfully wet and he raised himself up and saw blood all over their crotches. She saw it too.
"Shit," she said, "That will stain the bedspread."
"Better put something under yourself," said Carl.
He withdrew, and she found an old towel in her closet and lay it down on the bedspread. Then she lay down again. Carl's cock was pale red from her blood, and he lay on her and stuck it in again. Breaking her cherry was exciting to him, and of course this was in addition to the fact that this was only the second time for him too.
He thrust it in and soon was bouncing away on her. She raised her legs high, around the top part of his back, and she was squealing like a stuck pig. She had never felt anything like this in her life. It was fantastic.
"She whispered in his ear:
"Say dirty words!"
"Fuck," he said. She squealed, spread wider and humped like it was the end of the world. "Cunt," he said. "OOohhh."
"Cock."
"AAaahhh."
"Pussy licker."
"Woo www."
"Asshole."
"Yeehhh!"
Everything he said turned her on all the more, and she was going crazy with the new experience of intense intercourse. She came in no time. Spasm after spasm rendered her nearly spastic, and she flopped and bounced, her tits bobbing, her legs wide, her mouth hanging open.
Carl didn't come however. He was suddenly the master lover, and he lay still after she came, saving his energy. He was going to give it to her again.
She revived, and lay sensually stretched out on the bed, displaying her body, enticing him, smiling.
"That was fantastic." she said.
For some reason Carl's mind was on food. Linda said he could go down to the refrigerator and help himself to whatever was there, as long as he brought her back some. He came back with a couple of bananas, a jar of peanut butter and a jar of mayonnaise.
"Strange combination," said Linda.
Without commenting, Carl peeled a banana and said:
"Spread 'em wide, baby,"
Linda got the idea and was intrigued. She lay back, and spread her legs. Carl got down between her thighs, and peered at her pussy. She had rinsed the last traces of blood off when he was downstairs, and she looked clean and nice, Her cunt hairs extended all along her crotch to her ass-hole, which was small and cute, he thought. He took the banana and placed the end against the now dry lips of her cunt. She spread even wider and with her fingers pried her cunt open. As she did so, Carl pushed the banana in. It was underipe, and strong, and slowly it sunk deeper and deeper into her twat. She closed her eyes and felt how good it was, this giant sized dick, going into her. Carl worked the banana back and forth, in and out, and it remained intact and unbroken.
At the same time he tickled her ass-hole with his finger. She went nearly insane with pleasure at this.
"I've never even imagined being touched there ... " she said.
"How would you like, to be fucked there'. '"'said
Carl.
She merely gasped with delight.
"Roll over, then." he said.
The banana still lodged firmly in her cunt, Linda rolled over, and presented her ass-hole to Carl. He took the jar of mayonnaise, opened it, and spread some on her anus liberally with his finger.
"That's to get you good and greased," he said.
She moaned with pleasure and he inserted his finger into her, finding that her anus expanded nicely under the pressure. Now he removed his finger and reared up on his knees, and touched her anus with the tip of his erect cock. She moved back a little toward him, and into the hole his cock began to sink. The banana still protruded from her cunt, and he took a hold of it and as his dick slid into her ass-hole on a smooth bed of mayonnaise, into her cunt went the fruit-cock, inch by inch. Linda felt she might die of total ecstasy. Her cunt was bulging, the walls reamed and caressed by the smooth firm banana, and her ass-hole was on fire with delight-being penetrated by a cock which felt like it was as big as a tree trunk.
She let loose and began to hump. like a dog in heat, she backed up to him, and her hips rotating she went into a smooth fucking rhythm that allowed both ass-hole and pussy to be treated to a feast of sensation. For his part, Carl was in a frenzy of arousal, the fit of her anus on his dick being perfect-tight but not uncomfortable, and with his hand he was working the banana, giving him the idea of being in control of the situation. He was like a pilot with his hands on all the controls.
Now he lay heavily across her back, her ass tight into his belly, and reaching around her with his free hand, he messaged her tits. They hung down like cow's dugs, and he enjoyed working them, tweaking the nipples, flopping them gently up and down, allowing their fullness and weight to sway and move in rhythm to their fucking and his manipulating. "FUCK!" she said suddenly. The word tore from her throat like an eruption of some kind. "PENIS!" she said.
It was clear that in saying these forbidden words she attained great release.
She was out of her mind with glee and pleasure. He was now giving her love pats on her tits, making them dance, and the slaps drove her to even newer heights of passion.
"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST IT'S UNFUCKING BELIEVABLE!" she said. "Sock that fucking banana all the way up to my throat!"
He worked the banana in further, and now it had to be in her up to a length of eight or more inches. And then he slowly pulled it out. When it was all out except the tip, he pushed it back in again. He did this three times. All the while, his dick was sunk to the hilt in her young virginal ass-hole. Linda reached for the peanut butter jar and opened it and stuck into her mouth. Then she smearing it on her tits.
"You're going to eat this off," she said. It sounded like a threat.
"Says who?" said Carl.
"Says me, your fucking-loving cunt!" she said, and broke in hysterical laughter.
Carl started laughing too, and soon they were both nearly collapsing from the hilarity. Linda was smearing peanut butter all over herself.
"I want your dick in my cuntie," she said all of a sudden.
Carl was agreeable, and he took the banana from her twat, his dick from her ass-hole, and in a swift motion turned her over on her back. His dick was off-white-from the shit in her rectum and from the mayonnaise he had smeared on it, and without pausing he thrust it into her wide-open cunt. And her cunt felt about twice as large as it had before. A little exercise had certainly opened things up. And it was smooth, and a little dry, from the absorbency of the banana. But in a second or two it was lubricated all over again by her cunt juices, and she was ready to roll.
He fucked her, and as he collapsed onto her chest, there were her peanut butter-coated tits. So he had himself a small peanut butter feast. He licked each globe clean, in both cases saving the nipple 'til last. He especially enjoyed eating the brown peanut butter from the pert, red little nipples.
As he fucked her cunt, Carl's hand found the banana again, and he picked it up and managed to get it into her ass-hole. She was not expecting this of course, and a look came over her face of total ecstasy. She couldn't believe it. Now the cock was doing it to her pussy, and the banana to her ass-hole. She wondered if she could live through this amount of stimulation. So Carl just relaxed and enjoyed himself, fucking her wet, hot pussy with his mayonnaise-coated cock, and reaming her ass-hole with the still-intact banana. And then the banana broke off while it was all the way up her anus. He pushed his fingers in to try and get it out, but it wouldn't come. It was firmly lodged up there, and he said:
"Guess what, baby. You're gonna have to shit that fruit out."
This sent Linda into a minor panic. "What will I do?" she said breathily. But she didn't seem willing to stop the frenzied activity of fucking in order to deal with the situation.
"Hell with it," she said after awhile.
So they continued humping. She was gripping the shaft of Carl's dick with both hands, helping it in and out, and this brought him closer and closer to orgasm. She squeezed, and he felt like his dick would go numb from the pressure, hut it didn't. And then he came, shooting a Ion of come into her wet. receptive twat, and feeling this happen, she came too, raising her legs high, feeling the wads of juice shoot into her womb, and as her pussy expanded to new widths and depths, she came off, and nearly blacked out from the intensity of the
They lay a long time on the bed, and then she got up and went into the bathroom-and sat on the toilet and took a long satisfying shit, and out came the banana, plopping into the toilet bowl. She staggered back to bed and lay down next to Carl.
CHAPTER THREE
They made the mistake of not getting dressed and being ready for the return of Linda's parents. So when the front door opened and the parents' voices rang loud and clear, Linda sat up abruptly, and said:
"Holy shit, my parents!"
They both lept out of bed and started dressing furiously. But it was apparent that they wouldn't get dressed in time, and so Carl grabbed his clothes and ran to the closet. Linda straightened the bed, and lay down as if taking a nap. Up the stairs came her parents. They looked in and saw that she was apparently asleep, and went on down the hall to their own room.
They went into their room and shut the door. In the closet where he stood, Carl could hear everything they said, could hear them TOO well. He knew that they were right on the other side of the wall, and looking halfway down the wall of the closet he saw a small crack, and putting his eye to it, he saw right into their room.
Linda's mother was a tall, youthful looking woman, with a good figure and a pretty face. Linda's father was a tall athletic-looking man, who was always cracking jokes. They stood now in the center of the room, and as Carl watched, Mr. Blair took his wife in his arms and kissed her.
She responded by embracing him tightly, and soon they were locked in a tight Lover's embrace.
"When's the last time I sat in a chair and you climbed on top of my dick?" said Mr. Blair.
His wife chuckled. "Weeks and weeks," she said.
"Well, as long as Linda is asleep and we're free to play, let's do it," he said. And he began to remove his pants.
"We might wake her up," said Mrs. Blair.
"Good, then she can come watch, and get a few pointers for when she's ready," said Mr. Blair.
His wife gave him a cuff on the chin. "That's not nice at all," she said.
"Well, kids should learn from their parents," he said, with a serious face. "In fact, let's go wake her up and bring her in. Maybe she'll want to try it."
He broke into a laugh, and the two of them started wrestling, and soon Mr. Blair had his pants and jockey shorts off, and Carl, peering through the hole in the closet wall, saw that he had an enormous cock, that dangled half-way down his thigh. And now he was helping his wife out of her clothes. She stepped out of her dress and panties and unhooked her bra. She had a beautiful body. Now Carl saw where Linda got her good body.
At this point the closet door opened and there was Linda, and she saw Carl bent over peering at the wall.
"What're you doing?" she said.
"Watching your parents getting ready to fuck," he whispered.
"You're kidding," she said, and pushed him aside. She peaked in and saw her father sitting on a straight-backed chair, and her mother was squalling between his legs, playing with his cock, which was large and hefty as a garden hose full of water.
Linda looked up at Carl, and blushed.
He looked now, and saw that Mrs. Blair had her husband's dick erect, and it stood up like a long snake. Then she straddled him, and let her crotch come down on his dick, and she was sitting facing him, and his dick was slipping up into her cunt. Her large, mature, broad tits were staring him in the face, and he began to suck on them as they both started to hump.
Now Linda wanted another look, and she bent over to watch. Carl, aroused by the scene, straddled her backside and let his dick, which was hard again, nudge her pussy as she bent over. Linda was going crazy with stimulation. She was watching her father and mother lucking, sitting on the chair, her father sucking her mother's tits, her mother's bands braced on her father's thighs, her cunt taking in his extra large dick, and at the same time, in the closet, she was getting her own pussy rubbed and caressed by Carl's hard cock.
She started breathing hard, and was afraid that she would give the hiding place away, as they were only a few feet from her parents, even though the wall separated them. And as she saw her mother throw her head back in pleasure, and her father increase the tempo of their fucking, she backed into Carl a little, to encourage him to let his dick penetrate her hot and wet cunt, because she was definitely ready.
And just as Carl complied, she saw her father stand up out of the chair, hoist her mother up, and supporting her on his thighs and hips, he started walking about the room, fucking her standing up. Her feet were completely off the ground, and her father had his hands cupped under her ass for support, and they walked and fucked.
They stopped in front of a dresser mirror, and Mr. Blair watched them fucking, then turned around so that his wife could see. It was a beautiful sight, his hands under her round full buttocks, his balls hanging down below, her legs wrapped around his back, her arms around his neck, and his dick deep into her upturned pussy. As Linda watched, she felt Carl fucking her. His dick was in her pussy from the back, and she braced herself against the wall with her hands, and pushed back, and her pussy received him fully. So she watched her parents fuck and was fucked in return.
This went on for some moments, and then her parents collapsed on the bed, her father on top of her mother, and he raised his ass high and humped her for all he was worth. And right at the height of this, Carl, in the closet, let fly his come into Linda's cunt. Linda felt like she was spinning in space from the pleasure, and her cunt made one enormous contraction and she came, her hands against the wall, her cunt drinking in Carl's hot come. She did not get a chance to see her parents come to climax, so involved was she now in her own activity. The next time she looked through the crack in the wall, her parents were collapsed on the bed, lying completely still, obviously satiated from their fucking.
Carl managed to dress and sneak out of Linda's house without fear of being detected, while her parents were asleep. Linda went to the door with him, and they kissed goodbye for a few minutes, and they became aroused again, and it was hard to part. But he managed to get away and go home.
That night he reflected on his experiences, and on how much his life hand changed over the past few days. He had had his first sexual experience with Miss Henderson, and the very next weekend, had established a sexual relationship with Linda Blair. Now he really felt grown-up. And, at the same time, he felt ready for even newer experiences. But he thought, he would just have to wait and see what happened.
That same afternoon, Miss Henderson was being visited by two men she had met while at a teacher's conference in New York a month before. They had been driving to Chicago, and had decided to drop off and see her. At about the same time that Carl and Linda were fucking in the closet of Linda's bedroom, Miss Henderson was serving drinks to her two friends. They were teachers, named Jack and
Bill. Both were in their mid-twenties, worldly young men from the big city, and they sat now in Miss Henderson's living room sipping scotches.
"So, Janice," said Bill, the taller and better looking of the two, "what have you been doing lately?"
"Having fun, working hard," said Janice (Miss Henderson's first name).
"Yeh?" winked Jack, the wise-guy type, "what kind of fun?"
Janice decided she wouldn't take his usual corny joking around.
"What do you care?" she said.
"Now, now, don't get upset."
"Who's upset?" said Janice.
"Never mind Jack," said Bill, trying to smooth things over, "he never knows when to keep quiet."
"Oh bullshit," said Jack.
They drank their drinks, feeling a little uneasy now.
"Well, what have you been up to?" said Janice, looking at Bill.
"Went skiing in Vermont two weeks ago. Other than that, nothing too exciting."
"Tell her about the orgy you went to," said Jack, grinning.
Janice perked up her ears. "Did you go to an orgy?" she said.
Bill grinned. "Well, yeh, I did."
"Tell me all about it," said Janice.
"You don't want to hear about it," said Bill.
"She does too," said Jack.
"Yes, I do," said Janice. "Tell me.
"Well, it was awfully big. About 30 people. In a Manhattan penthouse. It was incredibly. I saw things I never thought I'd see. Really."
"Like what?" said Janice. She was excited merely hearing the word orgy mentioned.
"There was a woman ... involved ... with a dog."
Janice blushed slightly. "A dog?"
"Yeh, a huge German shepherd. Unbelievable."
Jack watched Janice closely as she reacted to this fact.
"And," continued Bill, "the couplings. I mean every combination you could imagine. There wasn't one thing you could imagine that didn't take place. I was shocked."
"Tell her what you did," said Jack, grinning, and rising to fix himself another drink."
"No," said Bill, waving his hand.
"Tell me," said Janice.
"No," said Bill.
"Chicken!" said Jack.
"That's right," said Bill.
They all had another drink and then decided to go out and have supper somewhere. They went to a small restaurant located a few miles out of town. It was a hangout for some of the young single people in Willington. Halfway through the meal the owner came up to them and said:
"Interested in some entertainment after you finish?"
All three looked up.
"What kind of entertainment?" said Bill
"The kind you don't see every day."
Jack, Bill and Janice all looked at one another.
"Sure," said Jack. "Why not?"
'"After you finish go into the back room and wait there," said the owner.
They finished their meal and made guesses about what was going to take place. Each had another guess, another idea. Jack immediately hit on the fact that it would be something in the sexual line. "Maybe a woman and a horse," he said.
"Maybe a man and a pig!" said Janice.
Bill laughed. "Maybe a man and a woman," he said.
"Nothing so boring I hope," said Jack.
Janice was taking a dislike to Jack. Everything he said irritated her.
"What do you prefer, men with men?" she said.
This didn't sit well with Jack.
"Watch your tongue, baby," he said.
"Watch yours," said Janice.
"Hey, hey," said Bill ... " come on, let's not fight. We're friends. What the hell's the matter?"
"I don't care too much for your friend," said Janice bluntly.
Bill tried to keep the peace, and soon they were finished with their supper and they adjourned to the back room. It was a comfortably furnished living room, where the manager spent his time during off-hours. There were five or six other people there already, and everyone looked a little sheepish at first, but soon the ice was broken, and a waitress came in with drink orders, and the atmosphere became relaxed.
"Ever seen one of these before?" said a woman of about 30, who was with a date, a tall man with a suit.
"Nope," said Bill. "Have you."
"Not here. In Chicago."
"What kind of show is it to be exactly?" said Janice.
A smirk came over the other woman's face.
"I won't ruin it by giving it away," she said.
"O.k., " said Janice laughing.
Soon the manager came into the room, followed by a half dozen more customers.
"O.k., " he said, "we're ready to go upstairs. It'll be five bucks a head, and drinks will be served.
Everyone paid five dollars and they ascended the stairs. At the top was a large room with a polished wood floor and chairs. The chairs faced an open area that was something like a stage. Curtains were at the side of the open area, increasing the theatrical effect.
Bill, Janice and Jack sat in the second row, and chatted with some of the other people. Janice of course knew most of them, thought none were close friends. After a few moments the lights dimmed and a spotlight illuminated the center of the stage area, and out from the curtain came a girl dressed in a red housecoat.
"My name is Tina," she said, "and I'm the mistress of ceremonies." And with no hesitation at all, she untied the cord of her robe, and pulled the robe back, revealing that beneath it she was naked. She had a fantastic body, with large, ripe, hanging tits, a flat belly and a full bush of dark brown pubic hair adorning her crotch. "As you can see, I am dressed for my work," she said. This caused a snicker among the spectators. Janice, entranced, admired her body, and envied her in that she could so freely display it.
Now out from the curtains came a tall black man, dressed in a white robe.
"This is Armond," said the woman. "He is from one of the Islands. His sport is canoeing. Show them your paddle, Armond."
Armond untied the cord of his robe and pulled the robe back. He revealed one of the largest, thickest cocks imaginable. It was already semi-hard, and its long black appearance, caused a gasp among the audience. Janice thought it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Her mouth began to water. Now Armond and Tina dropped their robes entirely. Each stood naked, and in a second they were embracing. From behind the curtain came two more men in robes, pulling a low cot. It had a red velvet cover, and they placed it on the center of the stage, near the embracing couple.
They lay down on the cot, and Armond lay with his legs spread, facing the audience. His dick was now fully erect, and it must have been the largest organ in the state of New York. Deep between his rippling, muscled thighs it started, the shaft thick as a normal man's wrist, and it snaked up along his bronze belly, coming to a hefty point at the tip, which was at the level of his belly button. At the same time his two gigantic balls hung down, great brown hairy spear, laying complacently on the red velvet of the couch. The audience, silent, open-mouthed, took in this incredible spectacle. Tina, the woman, seemed to want to give everyone time to get an eyeful of the monstrous dick, and then, she reached a hand for it. She gripped it firmly about the shaft, and held it. Then she lowered herself across his lap and let her head come down, and she took the tip of the dick into her mouth.
The audience of course had a full-front view of this action, and Bill, Jack and Janice could see, from where they sat in the second row, about 10 feet from the performing couple, the red, wet lips of the woman sucking on the long dark cock of the man. For each of them it was an incredibly stimulating sight. As she watched, Janice felt a hand on her own thigh. She looked down in surprise. It was Jack. Raising her arm she hit him across the face with the back of her hand, not too hard, but just hard enough to deliver the message. Jack was stunned. He looked at Janice but she didn't even do him the favor of making eye contact with him.
On the stage now, Tina was increasing the ardor of her sucking. And Armond, one hand dropped across her ass, the other playing with her long dark hair, leaned back to enjoy himself. The sight of his long dark cock slipping in and out of the woman's wet mouth was nearly too much. All over the audience there were gasps and exclamations of arousal.
"Wow,. . . "
"Do it, do it ... "
"Ooohhh."
From the sound emanating from the audience one would nearly get the impression that the spectators were themselves having sex.
Tina now swung herself around and presented her cunt to Armond. At the same time she did not lose a stroke in her avid sucking on his dick. Armond hardly had to move at all, he just had to move his head slightly, and he was able to make full contact with the woman's cunt. She wrapped her legs around his neck, and he was able to lick the large, swollen lips of her cunt. Half the audience could get a good view of this, and the other half would have to wait. Janice and her friends could see everything. Armond extended his tongue and played along the lips of her cunt, and then, a fraction of an inch at a time, he inserted his tongue into the crevice. This had an immediate effect on Tina's whole body and demeanor. She went stiff, and seemed to thrill,, as a spasm of pleasure went through her. Her large, womanly tits, which must have measured 38 at least, and which had large, ruby-red nipples, were crushed against Armond's hairy, well-muscled chest and stomach. He took one hand and began giving her tits little, playful love-slaps. Slap, slap, slap. This increased the pleasure that Tina was experiencing, and she in turn tightened her mouth-grip on his huge rod.
After a few moments they broke from this embrace, stood and took a bow, just as if they had danced duet. Armond, his big tool jutting straight out, cunt juice running down Tina's luscious thighs, they stood and bowed.
They audience applauded, and as the applause died down the two men who were attendants brought in a basket of fruit. Oranges, bananas, a honeydew melon, and cherries. Tina lay down on the couch, and Armond took an orange and peeled it. He separated the sections and stuffed three of them into Tina's twat. She spread wide, and allowed him to slip them in smoothly, one by one. As he did this, Tina helped herself to a banana, peeled it and started to eat it.
Once Armond had the orange sections in Tina's cunt, he buried his head between her legs and sucked them out, dripping orange and cunt juice, and ate them slowly. Now Tina sat up and took another banana, and she indicated that she wanted Armond to bend over, ass toward the audience.
"Why?" he said.
"To give you something you'll like," she said. The audience snickered.
"What will you give me?" said the huge black man.
"You'll see."
"No," he said, feigning ignorance, "you demonstrate first so I will know."
She held up the banana,"! want to stick this up your ass," she said.
The audience laughed:
"Up my ass?" he said, wide-eyed.
"Yes," she said. "Demonstrate on yourself first," he said, looking at her large, beautifully shaped behind.
"If you insist," she said.
She bent over and tried to stick the banana in her own ass. And Armond took the opportunity to wink at the audience. This broke everyone in the audience up. It was obvious he was tricking her.
"I can't get it in ... " she said.
"Let me help!" said Armond. And he went around behind the bent over the woman and rammed the banana into her anus. She was facing the audience, her tits hanging, bobbing, and her face took on a look of complete ecstasy.
"Wooow," she said.
Armond turned her around slowly. Now her backside came fully into view. There, protruding from her pert little ass-hole, was the banana. It appeared to be about half way in. Armond had a hand on it and he slipped it in and out now, in and out, and said:
"Is this the way, madam?"
"Ooohhhyeesss," came the answer.
The audience was howling with laughter.
"And this is what you wish to do to me, yes?" said the man.
"Yes."
Then, unexpectedly, Armond broke the banana off and in a flash he had his own hard, erect cock into her ass-hole. Banana squished out and pieces of it fell to the floor, and it was oozing out around his black dick and her hairy ass-hole. And at the same time, knees bent, face contorted into a mask of concentration and tension, Armond was fucking her hard and fast in the ass-hole.
Tina of course pretended that she was taken totally by surprise.
"Oh, oh ... oh, oh ... " she said over and over, but she was helpless to do anything about what was happening. Armond looked over his shoulder and winked at the audience again.
After a few more strokes he quickly withdrew his dick from her ass-hole and she straightened up, and turned to look at him.
"What was that?" she said.
"What was what?"
"What you just did."
"Oh, that!" said Armond, causing another lit of laughter to sweep the audience. "I just substituted one banana for another. Don't worry."
And with that he scooted around behind her again and thrust his dick in once more. Now Tina was facing the audience;, and as the man pushed his dick in her ass-hole a second time, the change in her face registered the emotions she went through, First shock, then glee, then passionate receiving, then pain, them disbelief that this could really be happening to her. While Janice, watching, thought this was one of the funniest things she had ever seen, she also felt it was incredibly arousing. With each grunt and groan of the woman and man, her own body seemed to jolt, and she felt her pussy becoming increasingly wet and lubricated. And she was sorry now that she had been rude to Jack. She looked at him out of the corner of her eyes. And to her surprise, he had his own dick out and was' rubbing it. This was more than Janice could take. She reached over and put her hand around the tip of Jack's cock. He looked at her in object surprise, and then his face flushed, as if he were not only gratified by her touching him, but relieved that she didn't hate him, as he was beginning to suspect. And as Janice rubbed his dick, which protruded from his fly, she noticed that many of the other people in the audience were playing with themselves or the people next to them where they sat. Cocks were out and erect, woman's blouses and skirts were askew and open, and all over the audience, people were getting into the action.
"I see you are all enjoying yourselves," said Tina from the stage. Armond had withdrawn from her ass as was standing beside her. "Who would like to come up and give us all a look at your fucking technique?"
A couple in the front row got up quickly. The man was 21 or 22, with long blonde hair. The woman was about the same age, and had long blonde hair too. They came onto the stage and Armond and Tina moved aside and they began to disrobe. The girl unbuttoned her blouse to reveal that she wore no bra, and had a medium sized, but lovely, pair of tits. The man dropped his clothes to the floor, and his long, white pole of a cock was hard and erect. The girl now stepped out of her skirt, and dropped her panties, and showed that she had long, lean, supple limbs, and blonde hair growing in a thick, silky bush on her cunt. She lay down on the cot and the man mounted her. She took his dick in her hands and guided it to her cunt. As it entered, she arched her back and spread wide, and into her it slipped. As the audience watched, transfixed, the man plowed into her in great, sweeping strokes. He was long-limbed too, and looked like a swimmer doing a breast stroke. Up and in, up and in, and his entire body shook and reverberated from the effort. The woman snaked her long, lovely, legs around his back. His face was buried between her tits, and she held one of her tits in her hand for added stimulation. They fucked in a classic, gorgeous style. His ass was tight-muscled and solid, and as he fucked, his muscles rippled. Then he shifted his hands under her ass, gripping her tightly, and pulling her into him with renewed vigor and strength, he came, and she came at exactly the same time. Their bodies seemed to stop for a second in mid-air, and then a scream was torn from her throat, and a moan escaped from his lips and spasm after spasm rocked them where they lay on the red velvet cot. Then they were still.
Applause started slowly, then built up to a peak. Janice, her hand still on Jack's cock, was in a trance watching the fucking on stage, and it was some moments before she noticed that running down her own hand was hot, white, thick come. Jack had had his orgasm, and his semen was dripping from Janice's hand.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next week, Janice Henderson's sex education class met as usual. The first part of the class was devoted to a question and answer period. There were 12 students there, and of course; Miss Henderson. Carl was among the students, and while he didn't have any specific questions of his own, he was quite interested in what the either kids were asking.
"Is is safe to suck a guy's dick?" asked one 15 year old girl.
"What do you mean by Safe?" said Miss Henderson.
"Can it do anything bad to your mouth?"
"No." said the teacher.
"I've heard it gives you sores around your mouth," said the student.
"You see," said Miss Henderson, "this is exactly the type of nonsense that I hope we can dispel in our studies. Personally, I think sucking a cock is one of the best things a girl can do. It is so fulfilling orally. All human beings are born with oral needs. That means we love to suck. We suck to get our early food-from our mother's tits, or from a bottle. So sucking is a life-giving thing. There is nothing dirty at all about it. People who arc ignorant and silly might want to spread the idea that sucking a man's sex organ is wrong or dirty or some such thing. That is to be disputed whenever you hear it. It's the same kind of thing that used to lead people to believe that masturbating caused pimples. It's just absolute nonsense."
"That's sure good to know," said the girl.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" asked Miss Henderson.
"Well, sort of," said the student.
"And do you suck his dick?"
"Well ... no."
"You're afraid to?"
"Yes."
"Does he want you to?"
"Yes," said the girl. She looked slightly embarrassed, speaking this frankly in front of other kids.
"Does he eat your pussy?" said the teacher.
"I want him to," said the girl.
"But he won't?"
"He's scared to," said the girl.
Miss Henderson took a deep breath and decided to use this as an instance to draw a lesson from.
"You see," she said. "Here are two young people who are perfectly free to do what they want. Yet superstition, prejudice and absolutely groundless fears keep them pinned down, and restrict their pleasure together. Isn't that sad?"
The class agreed that it was.
"Just to show you how free we should be," continued the teacher, I want to demonstrate something. What boy here would like to be sucked off right now?"
A hush fell over the class. The boys grinned and looked at one another. Then several raised their hands. Miss Henderson pointed to a boy-Larry Cole. He was 15, a boy of medium height, and a boy who was rather shy and unassertive.
"Larry, come on over here," said Miss Henderson. She was sitting in an easy chair in the front of the other kids, who were sitting, as last week, on sofas and the floor.
Larry came to where Miss Henderson was sitting.
"Would you like me to suck your cock, Larry?" she said.
He stood not knowing what to say. "Would you, Larry?" she repeated. He bent over and whispered into her ear: "Yes."
"Can't you say it out loud?" she said. "Yes ... " he said.
"Of course Larry would like to have his dick sucked," said Miss Henderson. "The man has not lived who would refuse to have his cock sucked by a nice, wet female mouth. It is the essence of pleasure, it is the center of every man's wet dream, it is the ultimate fantasy. And why not? It feels better than anything on earth, some claim it even feels better than fucking itself. Larry, if you had your choice, would you rather get sucked off or have a good fuck?"
Now Larry was blushing. The fact was he was a virgin, and had never had either.
"Either way," he said softly.
"Either way," said Miss Henderson in a voice that indicated she was disappointed in his reply. "Don't you have a preference?"
"I don't really have experience with either," said the boy honestly.
Miss Henderson caught on to what the problem was. She was now the one to blush.
"I'm sorry Larry," she said. "I didn't realize. Of course. How insensitive of me. You don't know either from experience. Well, the solution is easy. You must have both. What young lady will volunteer to suck him and then fuck with him?"
Another hush fell over the room. The girls now looked at one another, and the embarrassed grins and nods and raised eyebrows indicated that each was thinking about the proposition.
A girl raised her hand. It was 14 year-old Denise Lowry.
"Denise?" said Miss Henderson.
"I will, Miss Henderson," she said, and stood up and came forward.
Denise was a slim, plain looking girl who had surprised everyone by being interested in the class. She even took notes during some of the hottest moments.
"And do you have experience in fucking and sucking?" said Miss Henderson. Denise nodded.
"Very much?" asked the teacher. "I've done both once," said the girl. The class laughed.
"That's no reason to laugh, class," said Miss Henderson, "It's a perfectly honest answer, and one we should respect. And now, in order to follow though on our situation, we will have Denise and Larry free to ... "
"But Larry interrupted.
"Shouldn't love have some part in sex?" he said
This seemed to be a very unexpected question for Miss Henderson and for the rest of the class. "Well," said the teacher, "we're not so concerned with love here. Love is a much more difficult thing to deal with, you see. It is more abstract, more unpredictable ... "
"But," said Larry, "why is that so? I mean, isn't the object of life to love someone?"
"It depends," said Miss Henderson.
"On what?" said Larry."
Miss Henderson did not seem too pleased with the way the conversation was going.
"I think the best thing is to explore sucking and fucking-" she said.
"Wait a minute!" said Larry. "I want an answer to my question. What is the relationship between love and sex?"
For the third time a hush fell over the class. Miss Henderson looked at the young man and took a deep breath.
"Love is more difficult," she said.
"Why?"
"You can't fake love. It has to be honest. But sex ... you see ... you don't have to love someone to have sex with them ... " and suddenly she stopped.
Something seemed to come over her, some distraction, and for a moment or two she sat staring into space. "You know," she said after a pause, "I'm glad you brought that up. Really. It's one aspect of things that I haven't thought about in some time. I have been spending a lot of time thinking and talking about sex. But love-what is that?"
"I think love is easy," said one of the kids. "It's easy to love people."
"When you're young, yes ... it is," said the teacher. "But as you get older, loving becomes more difficult. We get suspicious and guarded. And you can't love when you are suspicious and guarded. It's impossible."
Again Miss Henderson fell into a revery of some kind.
Meanwhile the two kids. Larry and Denise, stood wondering what to do. They looked at each other, and both realized that though they had not at first been attracted to one another, suddenly they were. Larry said:
"Want to make love?"
"I don't know," said Denise.
"I think . . .I'd like to get to know you a little," said the boy.
Denise smiled. "That sounds good," she said. "How can we do that?"
"We could have a few dates, see what happens."
"Good idea." And they went back to their seats and arranged to go to a movie over the weekend.
During this exchange among the students and the teacher, Carl had been sitting quietly in the back. Me raised his hand and said:
"I had some really good sex a few days ago. I don't know if I love the girl. But I sure enjoyed what we did."
Miss Henderson looked up. "Tell us about it," she said.
"There's not that much to tell. Except that she was a virgin and it was her first time, and we had a lot of fun."
"I think that if you make love with someone, you start to love them even if you didn't at first," said Carl.
"That should be the way it works," said the teacher.
Suddenly one of the older-17 year old-boys in the back of the living room stood up and said:
"Hell with this love bullshit. I thought this was supposed to be a course in sex education,"
A couple other kids took up this point of view, and began to insist that the class get back to sex education.
Larry spoke up from where he sat with Denise.
"If you can't deal with love how can you teach sex education?"
"Oh fuck off little man!" said the older box.
"Fuck off yourself, ass-hole!" said Larry. The older boy got out of his seat and approached the younger Larry.
"Say that again," he said.
"What's the matter?" said Larry, "yon missed it the first time?"
"Why you young punk, I'll rip you apart," said the boy.
"Go ahead and try ass-hole!" said Larry.
And suddenly the two boys were fighting. The older boy swung at Larry and Larry took the punch squarely on the chin. He fell down but was up in a minute and he punched the older boy in the cheek. Now they were wrestling each other to the ground, and the whole class was in an uproar.
Some of the other kids tried to come between the two fighting kids, and four or five kids were wrestling for a few moments on the floor of Miss Henderson's apartment. She was saying:
"Please, kids, stop, stop!"
And the girls were screaming, and everyone was in as uproar.
Finally Larry and the older boy were separated. Larry's nose was bleeding, and he had a lump on the chin. The other boy had an eye that was already blackening.
Miss Henderson was furious. "You-infants!" she cried. "I have a good mind to suspend this entire class. Perhaps it was just a bad idea, to teach sex education to a bunch of adolescents. I thought you were more grown up. But I see you're not!"
Everyone was quiet, and they saw that she was really mad.
Larry said: "I was only defending myself from an attack." A number of kids agree that this was the case. But Carl now spoke:
"It's not who started it. It's the fact that people get so upset they can't discuss anything. The whole world is like that. Really. We might as well admit it. We're barbarians."
Some kids nodded in agreement, others laughed at the notion.
"You can. laugh," said Carl, "but it's true. It's like the way we have wars. We're too dumb to be able to settle things any other way. So we go to war. Just like these two guys."
"You calling me dumb?" said the older boy to Carl.
"You think it's smart to fight?" retorted Carl. "You answer my question first!" said the older boy. He was still looking for an argument. "Oh cool off, man," said Carl. Miss Henderson said:
"Alright, I'm tempted to disband for tonight. Everyone is overwrought."
"We should settle it now," said Carl.
"No," said Miss Henderson, "we should all go home and sleep on what has happened. And then we'll take a vote and decide if we want to continue class."
And this is what was done. Carl went home and called Linda. They talked for awhile on the phone. Carl was alone in his bedroom, and Linda was in hers. They talked for awhile about what happened at the class, and Carl realized he had done what he wasn't supposed to do-tell an outsider about the class. But, be thought, so what? After w bat happened tonight, what does it matter.
Linda said:
"I didn't know you were in a sex education class."
Carl decided he didn't want to talk about it. He had something else on his mind. He said:
"You're all the sex education I need, baby."
He heard Linda laugh softly. "You mean you're all the education I need," she said.
Carl found that he was suddenly quite turned on. "What are you wearing?" he said.
"Guess," came the answer.
"Underwear."
"Yes."
"Anything else?" he said.
"Guess."
"A blouse."
"No," said Linda. "I took it off just before you called.
"So you're just in your bra."
"Yes," said Linda.
"And you have such beautiful tits," said Carl. "I wish I was there to see them. I'd take your bra off and take one of your beautiful jugs in my hand and squeeze it and then I'd take it into my mouth and suck it until it was red."
"Turn me on!" said Linda. "I'm just going to lie down on the bed and listen to this dirty talk. It makes me hot!"
"I'd take your nipple and bite it gently," said Carl. And then I'd run a hand down your belly and feel your soft flesh. I'd like that."
"I'm doing just what you said now," said Linda. "I'm feeling my own belly. Is it nice. I wish you were here to feel it for me,"
"I wish you were here to touch my hard cock," said Carl.
"You touch it and tell me how it feels," said the girl.
Carl pulled his dick out his pants and began to run his hand up and down on the hard white shaft. It fell very good and soon he was jacking off full force.
"What are you doing?" said Linda. "Jacking ... off!" said Carl.
He lay back on his bed and beat his hot meat. "I'm running my hand over my pussy," said Linda.
"Good," said Carl. "J want you to put your finger right into your twat."
"You do?" said Linda.
"Yes. I do. I want you to finger your cunt. Will you do that for me?"
"If you insist," said the girl, and her breathing suddenly became harder and more intense.
"Are you doing it?" said Carl.
"Yes. It feels so good." And indeed she was doing it. She lay on her bed, naked, her panties around her ankles, and slowly, methodically, her finger ran in and out of her wet, hot cunt lips. Deep into her pussy she ran her finger, and feeling how good that was, she did it over and over. She clutched the phone to her ear with her shoulder, freeing the other hand, and with this she manipulated her tits.
"I'm doing my tits, too," she said.
"What are you doing to them?"
"I'm playing with the nipples, I'm making them bob up and down ... I'm doing everything I can. think of."
"God I wish I was there to see it," said Carl, and now he was rubbing his dick hard, bringing out every need of feeling and satisfaction. He imagined in his mind what Linda must look like as she lay on her bed, naked masturbating, and this aroused him to a point near orgasm.
"How's your cock, Carl?" said Linda between deeply inhaled breaths.
"Hot and bothered and hard ... " came the answer.
"Tell me when you come," she said. "It's getting close."
His hand was whirling madly up and down, in a blur of motion, and protruding from the top of his fist, there was the tip of his ripe, red dick.
"It's close, it's close ... " he said, "now ... now!" and he came.
"OOOOOHHHHHH" he moaned into the mouthpiece as he kicked his legs high and come squirted from the tip of his dick a foot into the air. Then it ran out in rhythmic spurts and down his hand.
Linda could hear the action over the phone, and the excitement of knowing that Carl came brought her to the brink. Her finger was flying in and out of her cunt, her hands were doing a job on her tits, thighs and ass. She was caressing herself all over, and then she felt it start somewhere deep inside her and the next thing she knew she was coming. "YAAAAAO". . . " she screamed into the phone, and then her body went rigid and she collapsed back onto the bed, and the feelings went through her like electricity.
They both lay and their breath gradually came back to normal.
"It's the next best thing to being together," said Linda.
"Yeh, but I prefer the real thing," said Carl.
They lay satiated, and soon hung up, both rolling over to sleep, although Carl had to make a quick trip to the bathroom to use a washcloth and wash the come from his pubic hair and belly.
A few days later Jack and Bill, Janice Henderson's friends from New York dropped back in and stayed overnight. Next morning was a Saturday, and they asked her if she would like to come back to the city with them for the weekend, and she could stay 'til Sunday night then head back to Willington in time for school Monday. Janice wasn't sure she wanted to, but then on a whim decided she would. It was time she got away anyway. So they all piled into the car and off they went.
It was 100 miles to the city, and they drove along the New York State Thruway. They played the radio and a sense of well-being came over Janice. She started to sing along with the tunes, and in general enjoy herself. Jack said to her:
"Are we friends?"
She grinned. "Of course," and patted him on the shoulder.
"Did I ever tell you I have the hots for you?" said Jack then. He was sitting in the back seat and she was in the front with Bilk
"You mean ever since I jacked you off at the sex show in Willington?" said Janice winking at Bill
"No, since before that," said Jack.
"I didn't know," said Janice.
"Bill has the hots for you too but he's too shy to say anything," said Jack after awhile.
Janice looked at BUI. "Is that true?" she said.
"Of course," said Bill smiling.
Bill put his arm around Janice and from the back seat Jack reached around and began to fondle her breast.
"Hey!" said Janice.
"What's the matter?" said Jack. "I thought we were friends."
"Use a little discretion, man," said Bill, and with that Bill dropped his hand into Janice's lap, right onto her cunt. All three laughed.
Janice found that she was now rather turned on by these crazy happy-go-lucky guys. She had a wild idea.
"Let's stop at a motel," she said. They looked at her with wide eyes. "You serious?" said Bill. "Never more so."
Bill took the next exit and in a few miles they found a small, clean looking motel set back from a highway 100 yards. It was surrounded by trees and looked peaceful and secluded.
"Looks like just the spot," said Jack. He was very happy about the way things were progressing.
They turned in and parked and went into the office. A little old lady was behind the counter, asleep. Bill gently woke her up. She was quite dear, and for awhile there was no communication. Then a door opened and in came a young woman of about 21.
"Grandma," she said, "why didn't you ring me that we had customers."
" The old woman went back to sleep.
The young woman came around behind the counter and looked at the threesome.
"You want a room?" she said.
"Yep." said Bill.
"In the middle of the day?"
"When you gotta sleep you gotta sleep," said Jack.
A wisp of a smile went across the girl's face.
"Yes, I think I know what you mean," she said.
Janice didn't know if there was an implied double meaning in the girl's words or not, but at least was glad that she seemed friendly and understanding. She took a key from a board behind her and said:
"Last room going down to the end. Or did you want separate rooms?"
"No, one will do," said Bill taking the key.
Again a smile came across the girl's face. Janice was sure she knew what was really on their minds.
"That'll be eighteen dollars, in advance," she said.
Bill paid and they went out and along the walkway in front of the rooms. It was a lovely fall day, and flowers were in bloom. Good, country smells filled their nostrils and they were all happy and gleeful. Bill unlocked the door to their room and they went in. It was large, with a mammoth double bed and modern bathroom. It would do perfectly.
"I wonder if anyone else is in the motel today," said Jack.
"There were a couple of cars out there;, " said Bill.
Jack now looked at Janice and moved toward her. He encircled her with his arms, and drew her to him, and kissed her on the mouth. She' yielded, and in a second their tongues were deeply interlocked, and Jack was running his hands up and down her back, and dropping them to the level of her buttocks. She wore a short skirt, that rode up her fanny under the prodding of Jack's hands, and soon he had her skirt up around her waist and her panties were fully visible. Standing in back of Janice, Bill took all this in, and he moved close and dipped his hand in under her panties and felt the smooth, warm flesh of her ass. Janice was enthralled with the prospect of being fucked by two men simultaneously. She let her body relax and feel the four hands that were caressing and teasing her. And, against the front of her body pressed Jack, and his kisses were burning on her face and lips.
Then his hands were traveling up and under her blouse and bra. He had her tits in a tight, passionate grip, and this really turned them both on. Bill moved closer behind her meanwhile, and he was rubbing close to her body with his own, and she felt his erect cock, bulging against her backside. She turned and faced him, and now she and Bill kissed, and his hands replaced Jack's on her tits and belly, and Bill was pulling her clothes off hurriedly.
"Gotta have your body," he said.
She felt for his dick. It was hard and stout in his pants. She unzipped him and gripped it through the material of his shorts. It felt so good in her hands. Now from behind, Jack was unzipping himself and soon his bare cock was rubbing against Janice's ass. She had all her clothes off but her panties now. Jack had removed her bra and skirt, and Bill had pulled off her pan tie-hose. She was pulling Bill's clothes off, and soon had his shirt off and his trousers, and she pulled his jockey shorts down and had his erect, standing dick all to herself.
Jack pulled her panties down and played about the crack of her ass with the tip of his dick. She backed into him and felt the good feeling of the intruding instrument. And on her front side;, the naked Bill was sucking her tits, which hung pendulous and waiting. At the same time he was playing with her pussy with his searching fingers. She spread her legs as she stood to allow his hand to sink further into her crotch. This produced a delightful stimulation, and before long she was wet and willing.
Now, from the back, came Jack's cock, snaking in along the rim between her ass-hole and her cunt. Jack's dick met Bill's head on, which was coming the other way.
"Wall to wall dicks," said Janice, laughing with sheer delight.
"Oh yeh," said Bill.
He buried his head between her heavy tits, and at the same time Jack's hands were coming around her belly, finding where the soft flesh descended down to the ridge of her lush pubic hair.
"Fantastic," muttered Jack.
"Yeh," said Bill.
And then there was a knock on the door. All three froze.
"Who the hell is it?" said Bill in a raspy voice.
"Me, the desk girl," came the answer.
"What do you want?"
"I have to talk to you,"
Bill said: "What the fuck?"
He threw on his pants and a shirt, and Jack and Janice got against the wall away from the door, and Bill opened the door a few inches. "What do you want? we're sleeping ... " he said.
"I thought you might like a fourth," came the girl's voice.
Bill hesitated. He thought it might be some weird trap or something.
"A fourth what?" he said.
"Whatever you're doing," came the coy answer.
Jack and Janice looked at one another. They didn't know what to make of this weird situation.
Bill thought a second. The girl looked straightforward, and she was certainly young and attractive. Should he take a chance. Does she really want to get involved, or is she trying to discover "undesirables" in her motel? He decided to be safe.
"I don't know what you mean," he said. "We're sleeping."
"I guess I've made a mistake then," said the girl I thought you were ... doing something else ... that I would very much like to be a part of. I'm sorry. Forget the whole thing. Really."
The door started to close and Janice said: "Bill, let her in!"
Bill looked at her. "You sure?"
"Yes." Something in the girl told her she could be trusted. The girl entered and saw Janice and Jack, naked, against the wall. Her eyes bulged. "This is what I had hoped for," she said. "See, I'm so horny. I hoped you were ... you know."
Janice smiled and extended a hand.
"Well, you were right. We are having some fun." Janice walked up to the girl. The girl looked at Janice's naked body and liked what she saw. And then she looked at Jack, who was still back by the wall taking in the new development. She saw that he was a good looking, well-hung man, with a cock that was half-erect. And now Bill was removing his pants and shirt, showing that he had no underwear on. And all three of the naked people surrounded the girl.
"What's your name?" said Janice. "Marie."
"Kiss me Marie," said Janice. And she did. The two women kissed a long deep kiss, and the men began to explore Marie's body with their hands. Two women now!
"Fantastic," muttered Bill.
They groped along her body. She was hefty, j even a touch overweight perhaps, but there was no doubt that she had good flesh and a good young body and build. They began to help her out of her clothes. She had on slacks and a sweater, and as the sweater came up over her head, they saw that she had a really beautiful pair of tits. She had a bra on-a four hook job but still the skin and texture of her tils could be discerned, and they could see she was beautiful.
They unzipped her slacks and pulled them down. Her panties came with them. A firm, large ass:" a huge bush of brown pubic hair, good, muscled thighs, a belly that bulged ever so slightly, sensuously. All three groped for her, kneading her flesh, and Jack unhooked her bra and off it came.
All three stood wide-eyed. Her tits were huge and full and gorgeous. They swayed sensually, and in an instant Janice had taken one in her hand and was lowering her mouth to suck. The nipple in itself was a mouthful, and Janice had never taken a female tit into her mouth before so it was all a new and stimulating experience. The men, not to be outdone, were feeling every inch of Marie's body. Bill was concentrating on her thighs, her ass, her hips. He was fascinated by her full, fantastic build. And as for Jack-he went straight for the pussy. And what a cunt she had!
It was wide and deep, and in no time Jack had buried three lingers into the warm wet flesh of her twat. Marie acted as though it had been a long time between drinks: she was avidly and excitedly pulling all three of them to her, she seemed to be relishing the workout her tits were getting from Bill and Janice, and the loving her cunt was getting from Jack.
"Take it slow and nice," she said.
"Of course it'll be nice," said Jack. "And meanwhile here's something for you to hold into," and he took her hand and placed it on his dick. His cock was long and hard, and Marie took it tentatively in her hand and ran her fingers up and down along the shaft, feeling every inch of the luscious full flesh.
Then Marie looked from one to the other and said, to everyone's surprise, "Guess what. I want to be fucked by all three of you, one at a time." And pointing at Janice, she added: "And I want you first honey."
CHAPTER FIVE
Carl and Ted had gone to the movies on Saturday afternoon. All the while Ted had talked of how he enjoyed peeking at the girls through the vent in the locker room, of what great exploits he planned to have as soon as he got away from home, and in general talking what Carl thought was a lot of hot air. Carl made a decision. He thought: I'm going to show this guy once and for all the difference between his silly daydreaming and the real thing. He said:
"Ted, I'm not sure you'd know what to do with pussy if you saw it staring you in the face."
Ted was the kind of guy who couldn't stand it if anyone spoke bluntly like that to him. He had to be the guy making the wisecracks or he wasn't happy. So when Carl laid these words on him all he did was turn and look at the younger boy with out-and-out contempt.
"What the hell you talking about?" said Ted.
"Pussy, man," said Carl. "I think all your bragging is a lot of bullshit. Would you know what to do with pussy if it was staring you in the face?"
Ted sneered and pushed his shoulders back.
"I have pussy all the time, man," he said.
"If that's true then what's all this about having a great time when you leave home?"
This seemed to confuse Ted considerably. He wasn't used to being questioned so closely.
"Let me tell you something," said Carl. "I happen to be able to get cunt whenever I want it, parents or no parents. But I don't have to go around bragging about it. No sir. There's no need."
Ted stared.
"Where do you get pussy?" he said.
"I have a girlfriend, and I have an older woman I see," said Carl, aware that he was being a little cocksure now, and nearly wishing he hadn't opened his mouth at all.
"What older woman?" said Ted.
Carl was stuck. Should he reveal his relationship with Miss Henderson? No, he decided.
"I can't tell you her name," he said.
"Ha!" said Ted. "You don't have any older woman,"
"Sure I do," said Carl.
The two boys walked from the movie theater to a local coke joint, and had cokes and a burger. After eating Ted seemed to get quiet. "Where did you meet this woman you sleep with?" he said. He seemed to want a sincere answer.
Carl had to be careful.
"Somewhere," he said.
Ted looked very serious. "Tell me," he said. "I mean if it's true, then I'm missing out. The fact is I don't get any pussy. Hell, I'm a virgin if you must know. So where would I go to meet some girls?"
"You don't have to go anywhere," said Carl. "Meet them anywhere. In school, or right here for that matter."
Ted started looking around the place. Some girls were sitting at the counter a few feet away. They were kids from the local college though. Eighteen or nineteen at least.
"Too old," said Ted.
"Says who?" said Carl.
"College girls," said Ted.
"So what? Man, you can't let that scare you," said Carl. I bet I could go to bed. with one of them tonight if I tried.
"You're on, how much you want to bet?" said Ted.
Carl thought a minute. "Ten bucks," he said.
"Deal," and they shook hands.
Now Carl was on the spot. He looked at the girls sitting at the counter. They were all talking, he couldn't see any of their faces. He decided to take the direct approach. He got up from the table and walked to the counter. Now he could see the girls. They were all pretty, and one in particular was beautiful, Carl thought. She had pitch black hair, a straight nose, and large, blue eyes. She had very smooth skin. Carl had seen here somewhere before but he didn't know where. He tapped her on the back.
She looked. "Hi," said Carl. "Can I speak to you for a moment?"
The girl looked at him.
"Do I know you?" she said.
"Well," said Carl, "no, not exactly. That is, not really. But let me say this: you won't be sorry if you give me just a second of your time. O.k.? "
The girl nodded and she and Carl went to the back of the soda fountain, where they couldn't be heard. Carl didn't look at Ted but he knew his friend would be watching every move.
"My name is Carl'" he said, holding out his hand. He and the girl shook hands. "I'm Cynthia," she said. She was eyeing him rather suspiciously.
"O.k., listen," said Carl. "Don't look now, but that guy sitting at the table is my friend, O.k.? Now, I hope you have a sense of humor for what I'm about to say ... " The girl gave no indication whether or not she did. Well, thought Carl, what's the worst that can happen? So he proceeded.
"Now my friend and I were talking, see? And I told him, just to make talk, that ... here's where I hope you can laugh, It's all in fun ... that if I wanted to I could go to bed with you, or one of your friends, tonight." The girl's face didn't change. "See, it's all just foolish talk, you know how us guys are ... " Carl thought he saw the hint of a smile. "See, now what I want is-and I know this is asking a huge favor, you'll probably tell me to go to hell for which I won't blame you, really-what I want-"
And the girl interrupted. "Is for me to go to bed with you?"
Carl was taken by surprise. "No!" he said. "Of course not ... naturally not. Nothing like that. What I want is for you to pretend you are going to go to bed with me, as far as my friend goes, and that way I can win the ten bucks ... see? That's all."
The girl looked at Carl, from his face, down his body and back up. "What's in it for me?" she said.
"Uh, I'll use the ten bucks to take us both out to supper. How's that?"
She thought a second. And then said: "It's a deal."
Carl thought he would faint. He grinned from ear to ear. "Fantastic," he said, lowering his voice a little. "Now listen. Let's you and me go over to my friend and sit down and then casually anouncc that we're going to sleep together tonight. I mean his jaw will hit the floor!"
The girl got a twinkle in her eye, and Carl could see this was a chick with a first class sense of the ridiculous. He had never felt more lucky in his life. So they strolled over to where Ted sat. Of course Ted had been trying to watch them out of the corner of his eye, and had seen that they had had a pretty long conversation. His curiosity was just about killing him.
He looked up now. "Hi," he said.
"Hi," said Carl, and then: "Ted I'd like you to meet my friend, Cynthia. Cynthia, this is Ted." And Carl pulled out a chair for Cynthia and the two of them sat. Ted was staring at the girl, and then at Carl, and then back at the girl. He didn't know what to expect, but he had a growing suspicion that Carl was onto something amazing.
"Carl tells me you and he are good pals," said Cynthia.
"Yeh, sure," said Ted. He was still looking from one to the other.
"Cynthia and me just met actually," said Carl. "But I think we'll be good friends soon."
"By tomorrow morning, anyway," said Cynthia.
Ted blinked once, and stared at her.
"Oh yeh, by tomorrow morning we'll be-bosom pals," said Carl, his face perfectly straight and serious.
"We'll know each other quite well," said the girl.
"Oh yeh, even intimately," said Carl.
Ted was stock still, his face blank.
"See," said Carl, "we're sleeping together tonight, aren't we?"
"Absolutely. I can't wait," said Cynthia.
There was absolute silence at the table. Then Ted got slowly to his feet. He looked like a sleepwalker. Carl had to try very hard to keep from breaking out into hilarious laughter. "You two are going to ... sleep ... together ... ? " he said.
"Yeh, tonight," said Carl. "Right, Cynthia?"
"Sure, why not?" said Cynthia.
"I gotta go," said Ted, and started toward the door.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" said Carl.
Ted stopped. "Yeh," he said. He reached for his wallet and took out ten bucks and gave it to Carl. Carl took the money, and watched Ted go out the door. But Carl suddenly felt like he was cheating his friend. He got up and went after him. "Here," he said. "You can keep the money. What the hell. I don't need your ten bucks."
"It was a fair bet," said Ted, keep it."
"No," said Carl, not wanting the money at all now, "really. Look. It was more a gentlemen's bet than a real bet. Here's your money."
Ted shrugged, took the money, and left. Carl went back into the coffee shop. Cynthia was talking to her friends.
"Your friend seemed to be overwhelmed," said Cynthia, moving over a stool at the counter so Carl could sit down.
"Yeh, well ... he's the kind of guy who consider's himself a real ladies man, but in fact he's ... full of hot air."
"So you wanted to teach him a lesson?" said Cynthia.
"Exactly," said Carl.
Cynthia introduced Carl to her two friends, Betty and Wanda.
"You're awfully young, aren't you?" said Wanda, a tall girl with long blonde hair.
"Yes, very," said Carl. This shut her up. Cynthia laughed. "I'm hardly out of my mother's fucking womb, I'm so young," continued Carl. Wanda blushed. "So don't make any passes at me, because I don't even have hair on my balls," he added.
All three girls reacted to this. Cynthia thought it was fantastically funny. Wanda acted as if she were choking on the sandwich she was eating, and the third girl, Betty, sat with her mouth hanging open.
Carl ordered a coke and sat next to Cynthia. Soon he had his arm around her. "Listen," he said.
"I meant it about taking you to supper."
"Fine," she said. He kissed her on the cheek. She seemed quite receptive. "Where shall we go?" she said.
"How about your place?"
"I don't cook," she replied, "I do," said Carl.
"What do you cook?" said Wanda.
"Elephant soup," said Carl. The girls all laughed. "What is that?" said Betty.
"Well, you've heard of motza ball soup'" said Carl. "Elephant soup is the same but the balls are about five times bigger!"
Now Wanda did choke on her sandwich. Cynthia almost collapsed with laughter, and Betty blushed deep red.
"What a wise guy," she said after awhile.
"I like him," said Cynthia.
"I got an idea," said Carl, "do they allow men in the dormitory at your college?"
"Sure," said Cynthia.
"So let's go back there and have a party."
They agreed, and soon were walking along the street to the Willington Community college campus. The three girls and Carl were having a good time, cracking jokes and horsing around. But little by little Carl was getting close to Cynthia. He'd hold her hand, put his arms around her shoulders, and he even ran his hand through her hair once or twice. She seemed to like it a lot, and a couple of times she nearly embraced him. Carl began to get the idea that sleeping with her might not be such a far-out possibility.
They got to the campus, and went into the girl's dormitory. There were no rules about who could come and go, and the Community college, like most other colleges in the U.S., had loosened up its rules 100% in the past few years. Carl went up with the girls in the elevator, and was let to the suite of rooms where Cynthia and Betty were roommates. The other girl, Wanda, lived alone in a single room down the hall.
Cynthia said she wanted to show Carl something, and led him into her bed rooom, which was off the living room in the suite. Cynthia shut the door and turned around and was standing right in front of Carl. She took one of his hands in each of hers, and brought them to her chest, placing his palms against her breasts. He stood still, surprised, excited by this turn of events. She held his hands against her, and then pushed her body against his and looked into his face.
"You turn me on," she said.
He kissed her lips, and at the same time began to work his hands on her tits. She was not large-breasted, but still she was firm and inviting beneath his touch. She had a rather slim body, but it seemed delicate and fine. Her skin was fair-almost pale, and her blue eyes and pitch black hair contrasted strikingly. She had a beautiful, wistful quality, that Carl liked a lot. She was now pushing her pelvis into his. He felt his dick start to awaken in his pants. This was going to be something!
She whispered in her ear: "I'm so horny. You can help me." lie responded by kissing her harder, and putting a hand behind her head. "Your hair is gorgeous," he said. "I've been admiring it. It's so black."
"It's black elsewhere too," she said.
The frankness of this really turned Carl on. He decided to waste no time, and he reached his hands around her back and hugged her and then let his hands slide down until he was gripping her buttocks. They were round and taut beneath his hands, and she yielded to his pulling of her backside toward him. Their torsos were now glued together, and she felt his hard lump of a dick pushing against her stomach. She liked it, and pushed back.
She was wearing a pleated skirt, and Carl slid his hand down along her thigh, and up under the skirt. She was not wearing any stockings, and he felt the smoothness of her thigh under his fingers. She was lean, but her body was intriguing in the extreme. The curves were subtle, feminine, entrancing. Now he was running his fingers along the edge of her panties, from the fringe along the backside to the point where her thighs came together at her crotch.
He felt the rise in the center of the V, and knew that beneath his fingers was her bush, and below that, buried between her thighs, was her cunt. He was going to have it all. Now her hands were exploring him. His back, his thighs, the buckle of his belt, his stomach through his shirt, and finally, an inch at a time, she let her fingers work toward his cock. When she found it, it sent a thrill though him. She found the erect tip, and feeling it through the material of his pants, followed the shaft along to its root. Then she unzipped his fly.
She wasn't wasting anytime cither.
He yielded to her command as she unzipped him. Then her fingers were working, pulling aside his jockey shorts, and presto! she had his cock out in the air. She gripped its length in her fingers and looked down, and liked what she saw. A young, 15 year old joint, hard, solid, ready. She looked closer. "You were lying," she said.
"When?" he said.
"You do have hair on your balls!" she chuckled. They kissed and now he ran his fingers in under her panties, and with his other hand pulled her skirt all the way up. He found the hairy, moist focus of her sex. He was tempted to insert his finger into her pussy right then, but he decided not to rush things, lie wanted her naked first. So he unbuttoned her blouse. She had no bra on, and her tits were; lovely-medium in size, high and youthful, white as snow, with pink little nipples which were hard as berries. He pulled her blouse all the way off and bent over to suck her tit.
Cynthia led the way to the bed. She slumped back down and pulled Carl with her. He lay on top of her, feeling her body expanding toward him, and his dick was in her hand, being guided efficiently and directly to her cunt.
"I want to touch you first," said Carl, and he dropped his hand onto her bush. Her cunt was wet and his fingers found her crevice, and into it he sunk his middle finger. She spread for him, and then his finger slid all the way in. It was a smooth, wet, hot little cunt. Definitely smaller than Linda's or Miss Henderson's. But no less appealing for that.
"It'll be a nice tight fit on my cock," he mumbled aloud.
"I need it you young stud," said the girl. She was passionately, insistently, kneading his flesh, running her hands over every inch of him, kissing his chest, his nipples, his shoulders.
"Come on, man, give it to me!" she said.
"Right-O" he said.
And he raised himself up and plunged his dick into her. It felt fantastic. She yielded perfectly, spread her thighs wide, raised her knees, and her feet and calves went around his back to clamp him in a firm lock. She raised her ass up and opened even wider, and in no time they were a churning, tight, wet, lubricated fucking machine.
"Oh you young horse cock of a fucking stud," said Cynthia, churning, pushing her ass up harder and harder against him, so that her clitoris got maximum stimulation from his pelvic bone. "Give it to me, Tarzan!"
So Carl gave it to her with all the zest of his youthful body. Tighter and tighter got his muscles, as he stretched himself out on top of her, the bed underneath soft and warm, her body the tenderest and firmest and most delicious imaginable. He sucked one tit then the other, and in his passion he felt he could eat her from head to toe.
She started to come, and as she did she moaned:
"I've ... never had it ... so good ... " and she threw her head back and made a gurgling animal grunting noise that was music to Carl's ears. Then he felt her body fly into a rage of passion, and her cunt contracted and she was coming. Her pussy closed gently but firmly on his root, and then went into rhythmic contractions.
This brought him off too. His dick fired a bolt into her, and then the pleasure ripped through his body, and contraction after contraction went from his balls, up the length of his dick, and the tip, buried deep in her soft hot pussy, tingled with the ultimate in sensation.
Then they lay quiet on the bed, his head resting on the hill of her right tit, her hands held possessively around his ass.
CHAPTER SIX
Meanwhile back in the motel room on the way to New York, Janice and the girl Marie were having a time together. The men couldn't believe the intensity with which these two went at it. Janice had never made love with a woman before and she was making up for lost time. She enjoyed pressing her tits against Marie's. First of all Marie's were enormous tits, the kind that the Earth Mother image usually has in one's fantasy. They were broad, firm and sensual. And Janice's tits were of course nice, but not that large. So she enjoyed feeling the meaty weight of the larger woman's breasts against her own.
They were laying on the bed now, and Janice felt Marie caressing her sides, back, buttocks and belly. The men were sitting, on either side of the bed, watching the action.
"I want to suck you all over," said the new girl.
And she took one of Janice's tits in her hand, caressed it, then tweaked the nipple between thumb and forefinger, and lowering her head, took in into her mouth. She seemed to wish to devour the whole tit. She opened wide and took the entire lovely breast into her mouth. Turned on by this increasingly, Marie ran her hand down and into Janice's crotch. Janice spread wide, opening her pussy for the girl, and felt the long thin fingers playing about the lips of her pussy. "OOoohhhh" said Janice.
Bill and Jack watched, an as Marie reached for Janice's cunt, Bill began to explore Marie's backside. He ran a finger along the crack of her ass, downward, and then found the deep crotch and at last the cunt itself. Responding, Marie lifted her ass off the bed a few inches, and this allowed Bill to open her cunt and insert a finger. He found that her pussy was wide indeed. Wide and wet and deep. So he put in a second finger, and then a third. Raised up a little, balanced, Marie was able to churn up and down on his three fingers, and in essence she was fucking his hand. At the same time of course she was doing a job on Janice's cunt.
Jack decided he had to get into the action, and he lay down with his head between the two women, and found that there was lots of flesh there to lick and suck. Marie's huge cow-like jugs were hanging waiting for contact. The nipples were huge round red fleshy spheres, the size of silver dollars. He sucked one and then the other, and they contracted and hardened, and made the sucking all the better.
Jack had his mouth and tongue on Marie's tits and at the same time could run his hands over Janice's belly and down as far as her cunt. Now he and Marie were both fingering her, and they found that her cunt could accommodate one finger from each of them. Their fingers intertwined in Janice's wet pussy.
Suddenly Marie reared up a foot or two on the bed. Looking, Jack and Janice both laughed. Bill had mounted her from behind. He was on his knees behind her, bent over, and his dick was firmly implanted in her cunt. It was quite a sight, his balls dangling down below her ass, his head resting on her shoulder, and his hips grinding away.
Marie's mouth opened and her eyes bulged and she looked like she was in a fit of ecstatic passion. Indeed, she was.
"Do it ... do it ... " she muttered, and as Bill bounced behind her, her fingers dug deeper into Janice's cunt by instinctual response.
Bill came in her cunt. Watching, from where she lay, Janice could see his dick get fiery red and then contract wildly, shooting come into the squishy big hole the young woman was blessed with. The come dripped out of her cunt and down onto the bed. Seeing this, Janice suddenly became hot for cock, herself.
"Fuck me, ream me, fill me ... " she said passionately to Jack, who was fingering her and sucking her tits now.
Getting the picture, Marie moved aside to permit Jack to mount on top of Janice, and Marie took his dick from behind and aimed it at Janice's wide-open twat. Into her it sank, deeper and deeper, and she felt as if some deep, incredible itch was being scratched.
"Yeehh," she said in a breathy voice.
He humped away, while from behind, Marie played with his balls and then inserted a finger into his ass-hole.
This drove him thoroughly crazy, and he was humping away at the same time that he was being humped by Marie's finger. By now Bill was revived, and he entered Marie again from behind, but this time he shoved his dick into her anus. He had wetted her up good with saliva, and in his hard cock slipped, giving her entirely different sensations than those she had when he was fucking her cunt. She enjoyed having her own ass-hole fucked while she fingerfucked Jack's ass.
Each of the four were now mounting to an edge of passion that was intense. Four churning pelvises, four fucking sex organs, four pairs of eyes of drinking in each other's passion and movement, it was all a fantasy come true. They fucked and fucked and then began to talk to each other as they approached climax:
"Is my ass-hole big enough for you?" said, Marie to Bill.
"Oh yes, perfect fit."
"How's my finger in your ass-hole?" she said to Jack.
"Unbelievable. I feel like I'm being fucked totally," he said.
"You like my dick?" he said to Janice.
"I'm in love with it," she said.
And then all four came. Jack felt all his insides turn to liquid fire, as he came, and while the orgasm went through him, Marie's finger reaming his ass added that much more. Janice felt his come flowing into her and this brought her off, and she raised her legs high, so that her feet were up on either side of Marie's head, and Marie took one of her toes into her mouth and sucked it, and Janice came in repeated orgasms.
Marie came next, as the stimulation of Bill's dick in her wet anus and her own finger doing a job in her pussy brought her off. Feeling her large body jolted as if by electricity, Bill reacted by increasing the fervor of his fucking, and his dick became a wild fucking tool, and then he came, and as he did he brought his dick out so that the tip only remained intact with her ass-hole, and then with all his strength he rammed it home again, up to the hilt, and his orgasm nearly knocked him right off the bed.
Screams of total pleasure filled the motel room, and then died down, and the four bodies collasped in a sweaty,greased heapon the bed.
Later, they all came to, and decided to shower and then go get something to eat. They went into the bathroom and as Marie told the story of her life, they adjusted the temperature of the water and all four got into the large tub to take a shower. Marie revealed how her old grandparents had started the motel 25 years earlier when the highway was the main road, and how, with the construction of the Thruway, business had dropped off. Marie's parents had been killed in a plane crash when she was quite young and she'd been raised by her grandparents, and now she was helping them run the place. But she yearned to get away and live somewhere else, to see the rest of the world, to make friends of her own and do something exciting. This is why she had responded as she had when she saw the trio pull in. She just knew that Janice, Jack and Bill were "her kind" of people.
Everyone found this story marvelous, and as they stood under the steaming water soaping one another, lathering and rinsing, they listened delightedly.
"So why stick around if you don't like it?" said Bill, soaping Marie's pendulous tits. He made sure that every inch of her milky-white breasts had been thoroughly scrubbed.
"I don't know. I guess I feel bad about leaving grandfather and grandmother. They've been so good to me."
"Well," said Jack, as he was soaping Janice's ass, "one thing is sure. You don't owe it to them to stick around here all your life. That's silly. No one would expect that of you."
This seemed to make sense to Marie. "Well," she said, "maybe I'll just go along to New York with you, then."
Everyone thought this was a great idea. One by one, they soaped each other, Marie taking delight in running the bar of soap along Jack's crotch, under his balls, and lathering up his dick until it was a foamy hill of whiteness. Then he turned and let the shower rinse him clean. Then Marie lathered Bill in the same way, and pulled back the skin from the tip of his dick and lathered up the tip, scrubbing, kneading, rubbing. He started to get a hard-on as they progressed, and soon his tool was standing, rosey-tipped and soapy, up erect, staring Marie in the face.
"Rinse it off big boy," she said.
Bill turned toward the water and rinsed all the soap off his dick and when he turned back to Marie she was already on her knees, and she took his erect cock into her mouth and sucked it. Jack and Janice had stripped out of the shower and were playfully drying one another with large towels. They watched however, as Marie gave Bill a blowjob that was zesty and spicy and full of tricks. She sucked first just the tip of his cock, then she let her lips slide down and she took more and more of his joint into her mouth. This felt fantastically good to him, and he leaned back against the tiles, turning the water down so that it just gently cascaded down over both of them, and watched as, kneeling in the tub, Marie sucked him. She held his balls in one hand, and ran the other up and down the long shaft of his dingus. Her eyes were half closed in pleasure, and she seemed fully engrossed in her activity.
Watching this, Jack, standing on the bathroom floor and vigorously drying off Janice, found that he was getting turned on all over again. He watched Marie's lips slide up and down the long shaft of Bill's cock, and the more he watched the better it looked. Finally, he turned to Janice, and saw that she was sitting on the toilet, watching with equal fascination. He said to her:
"I'd like to eat your pussy."
She responded by spreading her legs. She wasn't pissing or defecating-the toilet seat was down, she was merely resting. So Jack saw this as the perfect opportunity, and he knelt in front of Marie where she sat and felt along the rim of her crotch. It was wet an inviting. He brought his fingers to his lips and tasted the nice flavor of her cunt juices, and then he burrowed straight in with his face. He made contact with her pussy lips, and soon was licking her and sucking her freely. This was ideal for Janice, because while she was being eaten she could look over at the activity that was going on in the bathtub, and sec the sensual, large-bodied, fleshy Marie sucking off Bill.
Suddenly Bill, with a yell of glee, was shooting a load of come into Marie's mouth. She couldn't contain it all and it started to run down her chin. She wanted to swallow as much of it as she could, but there was too much.
He was thrusting his dick in and out of her mouth so as to extract the last tiny bit of pleasure, and she was sucking him in as if be were coming liquid gold. At this, point Janice lost interest in Bill and Marie because Jack was doing a job on her pussy such as every girl dreams about. He was running his tongue in and out ,of the lips of her pussy, moaning to himself, swallowing her cunt juice avidly, and at the same time pressing his face bard against her clitoris to give her maximum arousal. And it was succeeding admirably. She was spreading as wide as possibly, laying back against the back of the toilet, her bead thrown back, her
I face contorted in a mask of passionate pleasure, and rotating her hips back and forth, back and forth, so that she was in essence fucking his face.
It occurred to her that this is what she was doing.
"Fuck ... " she said. She wanted to say something else but she held back and then she thought: fuck it, I'll say it.
"I'm fucking your face!" she said passionately.
In the bathtub, Bill and Marie; were recovering from their recent bout, and they heard Janice and both laughed.
"Yeh," she said, "I'm fucking your fucking face!"
"Tell it like it is, baby," said Bill.
This broke Jack up and right in the middle of the most passionate eating-out job imaginable, he started to laugh.
But in an instant he was right back, sucking her clitoris, eating her cunt, licking the crevice that lay deep between her spread thighs. Then a new sensation took hold of Janice, and she fell the beginnings of an unbelievable climax approaching, and it seemed so much stronger than others in intensity that she was nearly frightened. It started in her toes and worked its way quickly up her legs and seemed to start to explode gradually, like; fireworks on slow motion, in her womb. And then, the next things she knew, she was on fire;, discharging the biggest orgasm she had ever felt.
"FFFUUUUCKINNGAAA" she bellowed out, and to all in the room she sounded like a stuck pig.
She threw her head way back and screamed. She came. And came. And came ... over and over the orgasms washed through her like water through a cave. It was fantastic.
Half an hour later all four were dressed and Marie guessed it was time to break the news to her grandparents that she was going with her new friends to the big city. She knew it would be difficult for her grandparents to accept, and that it would be sad for her too, but it had to be done. She spent the better part of an hour with them, and explained the situation, and they were quite understanding. They even said that they had thought this might happen. After all, Marie was 21, an attractive young woman, with brains, and it was time she went out on her own. They kissed goodbye tearily, and soon Marie had joined Bill, Jack and Janice in the car and off they went.
They stopped at a liquor store before getting onto the Thruway and bought a gallon of wine and some cups. It was a gorgeous spring day, and as they drove, they drank wine and listened to music on the radio. Marie was in a particularly effervescent mood. She was free at last! She had new friends and she saw a fantastic time ahead in New York
"I guess I'll look for some kind of interesting work in New York," she said.
"With unemployment the way it is that may not be so easy," said Jack.
"Nonsense," said Janice, encouraging her new friend. "There's lots of jobs you can get."
"Like what?" said Marie. "Call girl," said Jack.
Marie gave him a friendly swat on the head. "If I become a call girl you don't get anything more for free, sucker!" she said.
"But until you do I get all I want, right?" said Jack, and he flung himself at her and began kissing her wildly. Everyone entered into the hilarity, and the wine was passed around and everyone was feeling on top of the world. They reached Manhattan in about an hour and a half.
"Fortunately for you ladies Bill and I have a huge apartment in Brooklyn," said Jack. "And we will be more than happy to put you up."
"Sounds good," said Marie, winking at Janice.
They drove across the Brooklyn Bridge and got a good view of the city.
"Wow, look at that!" said Marie, pointing to the skyline.
"I'd rather look at that," said Jack, cupping one of her tits in his palm.
She took another swat at him, less friendly than the earlier one. "Watch yourself," she said.
Bill drove on to the apartment. It was in a section of Brooklyn near the harbor, and he and Jack had a whole floor of a house, with a view of the ships teaming in and out of the bay. As soon as they arrived at the set about making a huge dinner. Jack said he wished to invite some more friends over and did so, and before long the apartment was crammed with people. Marie proved to be a terrific mixer, and before long she had met everyone, and all knew she was looking for a job, and everyone was thinking hard about where she could find one. The men in particular, of course, were going out of their way to he nice, and the women too thought she was a lovely girl, though a few showed signs of jealousy.
Bill and Janice were making spaghetti and home-made meat sauce, with a huge salad and hot bread. The apartment had a terrace overlooking the bay, and they set a large table out there; and made room for everyone. Wine flowed freely, and soon everyone was out on the terrace, digging into the food.
"Wow, it's warm." said one of the women. It was an unusually warm muggy day in the city, and the hot food didn't cool anyone off. The woman who had spoken, a bright, cheerful gal who worked as a financial consultant on Wall Street, suddenly removed her blouse. She was not wearing a bra. and her small, pert, well-shaped breasts we're exposed for all to se-e.
Marie stared. "Is this how people do things in New York?" she whispered Bill.
"Only some people," he said back.
"Great tits," said one of the men, staring, a forkful of spaghetti balanced before his mouth.
"Too small," said the woman.
"Bullshit, just right," said the man putting down his fork.
The woman smiled at him and looked down at her tits. "You really think so?" she said.
She ran a hand over her tits, grinning. The man became very turned on by this. The other people at the table were more interested in the food, though all did enjoy the sight of the lean girl's cute little tits.
"I know so," said the man, and unable to restrain himself he got up and went around the table to sit next to the woman. Soon he was fondling her tits, running his fingers over her small hard nippled, and then he ducked down and began to suck her jugs. The woman, liking every moment of it, ran her hand through his hair, and her other hand was suddenly quite busy under the table. There was a moment or two of muffled silence, and then the sound of a zipper. The man looked up, his face showing deeper color than before.
"Wow," was all he said. His eyes half closed. The woman's hand was working beneath the table, and the man seemed in a mild trance of enjoyment. The fact was that she had his dick out and was stroking it freely.
Marie caught on to what was happening, as did most of the other people. "What a turn on," said someone. "Let's see what you're doing, Alison," said one of the other women.
"That's up to George," said Alison. George was the man she was playing with.
"Look for yourselves," he said, and stood up. His dick was protruding boldly from his pants, and as he rose, Alison kept his hand right on it, and there he stood, his dick waving above the table, a drop of come balanced on the tip, and his balls hung out and below. Alison gazed at it as did all the others around the table. Then she bent over and ticked the drop of come from the lip of George's dick. A silence fell over the table as everyone was fully aroused by this action.
"I have an idea for a game," said one of the other women. "We all sit around the table. O.k.? One person is selected to get under the table. This person must go around and select someone, and somehow get through their clothes to their crotch. Then the person has to suck the sex organ of the seated person they chose. We all sit and try to eat our dinner meanwhile, but if the person being sucked gives any indication of what's happening, and we see it, then that person is the one to go under. Get it?"
There were gasps of delight, and some reticence. A few of the more straight-laced thought it a too altogether decadent and evil a game. One couple rose to leave. Watching, Marie was sorry, because she liked the man, who was tall and had a beard. Once this couple had left, everyone was agreed to play the game.
"How do we select the first person who's it'? " said Bill.
"Draw straws," came the answer. Bill went into to make various size straws from toothpicks, and came back and all eight people drew. A man, Frank, got the shortest straw and so he was it.
"So I have to get under the table and eat someone out, right?" he said.
"Right."
"Man or woman."
"Doesn't matter."
"What if they don't let on and no one guesses who it is I'm eating?" said Frank.
"Then you have to go to someone else. In other words, you have to excite someone to the point of reaction."
"Jesus, what an amazing game!" he said, and ducked under the table.
Seven people were left eating. Three men and four women. They passed the spaghetti, wine, salad and bread, and soon were fully involved in enjoying the meal. And then one of the women squealed:
"Oooo," she said.
"He's eating you!" said most of the people.
The woman sat close to the table, and said, her face reddening, "Yes, does he have to stop?"
"Yes, and you're it," said Bill.
The woman fumbled with her panties and skirt, and ducked under the table. The man who had been "it" came back up, a sheepish look on his face, his lips wet. Everyone was laughing uncontrollably.
"Have some spaghetti," said Jack to the man, and passed the food.
As Bill ate his food, he felt hands moving along his thighs. So he was the new target. He was determined that he would not let on at all, that he would have a good blow job and come into the woman's mouth, and avoid being "it" himself. So he filled his glass with wine and concentrated on his meal. But she was giving him a going over. Her strong hands were feeling for his dick, and then had found it. She rubbed him hard, arousing him, his dick getting hard in an instant. Then she was at his zipper. "Pass the bread," said Bill, needing to make some sound. Above the table everyone was eyeing everyone else closely, to see who the person undergoing the test was.
"Does she like pussy as well as cock?" Janice asked the "it" woman's husband.
Everyone chuckled.
"I'm not telling," said the husband.
Bill congratulated himself that so far no one had detected that he was the one being tantalized. And now she had worked his zipper down and was taking his dick out. It was an exquisite sensation he felt, his dick being manipulated by a woman he couldn't see, and had only just met, and she was rubbing it up and down under the table, and he nearly moaned with pleasure, but managed to suppress it.
At the same time he kept eyeing everyone, as if he was interested in "catching" the one getting the blow job. This was to take suspicion away from himself of course. Bill saw that Marie was looking at him closely, and he thought: she suspects. Maybe my face is flushing, or something. That's something I really can't control. But he saw that other people had red faces too, from the wine and the general excitement no doubt.
And now the real test began. The woman had put her mouth on his dick. He felt her wet, warm lips, and wet long tongue licking his hot stiff organ. This was too much. He couldn't keep it in. But he tried. He tried to keep breathing in a normal way, and not to give any sign of what was happening. It wasn't easy.
She was now sucking him in long, full strokes, and he bad to spread his legs a little and relax into it, because it was impossible to remain completely nonchalant. After all, he was flesh and blood! He saw that everyone looked pretty concentrated, trying to detect signs of intense pleasure on the faces at the table, and he had to try and do the same. He looked appraisingly from one face to another. And then Jack said:
"Marie, I think she's sucking you."
"No!" said Marie, squealing with joy.
Jack looked under the table.
"Shit!" he said. "I was sure."
The lips disappeared from Bill's dick.
Now he could express himself, as he was out of danger. He nearly exploded: 'Jack you bastard! Now she won't finish me!" Everyone bowled with laughter. Bill stood up, and there, for all to see, was his big, red, saliva-wet dick, obviously intensely aroused from the sucking he had been getting. And the woman popped up beside him, her face red, her lips wet with effort.
"I want to finish you," she said.
"Do it!" he said and sat back down.
"No fair," said a couple of people. "The game has to continue, Jack is it!"
Bill didn't even listen. The woman was back on him, burying her face in his lap for all to see, one hand supporting his standing dick, and then she was sucking him again.
"To hell with the game," said Bill, and he meant it. So everyone relaxed and watched, and the woman sucked Bill off. His balls hung down, and he spread his legs down and let his head go back, and allowed himself full enjoyment of the sucking. Seven pairs of eyes took it all in.
He began to fuck into her, and as he did, the pleasure started to mount in his body, and he was nearly out of his mind with ecstasy. The woman seemed so intent on pleasing him, and as she sucked, suddenly the other people at the table lost control. Bodies moved together, hands reached for bodies, and clothes began to come off. But for Bill the only important thing in the world at that moment was what was being given him by his arduous lover. She was fantastic with her lips and tongue. She sucked just hard enough, with just enough pressure, to bring him to a peak of excitement and keep him there. He had never felt such exquisite sucking as this, and all the while her hand was working on his balls, and on the lower shaft of his dick alternately. He meanwhile was exerting a little pressure on the top of her head with his hand, guiding her down, letting her know the rhythm with which he wanted her to do it. Her head was moving up and down quickly, and he slowed her a little. Then he speeded her up when he felt it was time, and so he let her know just how he wanted it.
And then he came.
"Yeeehhhhhh," he exploded, and everyone looked up from their own embraces, and watched as Mill's dick shot spurt after spurt of hot come into the woman's waiting and receptive mouth. She drank it in, looking up at him, and seemed thoroughly pleased with what had happened.
Then she rested, her head on his thigh, her hand still on his dick, which was slowly losing it's hardness. Finally she said:
"I like that game. We'll have to play again."
"And I'll be 'it' for you, baby," said Bill, satiated, satisfied, and happy.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Back in Wellington, Carl and Cynthia were rousing themselves from their afternoon romp in her dormitory room. They showered and took a little walk around the campus.
"That boy Ted who was with your friend," said Cynthia, "why not bring him over. My friends will give him lots of sex if that's what he wants."
Carl thought this might be a good idea. "The only thing about Ted," he said, "is that he's such a bragger. Though maybe what we did this afternoon has taken the wind out of his sails."
"I should think it would," said Cynthia. "He looked totally shocked. I mean, that's why you played the joke on him anyway, right?"
Carl agreed, and then pointed out that he owed Cynthia a meal, as part of her cooperation in the bet. "You already gave me a good meal you little Casanova," she purred. He laughed and put an arm around her and kissed her.
"But seriously," he said, "I want to take you out. Price is no object. I have money and I feel like spending."
"Is that so?" said Cynthia. "Well, in that case, who am I to say no?"
"Now you got the idea," said Carl. They thought awhile and then Cynthia remembered a fantastic sea-food restaurant located about 25 miles from Willington, where her parents had once taken her. It was on a small lake, and specialized in the fresh-water fish caught right there. And it wasn't too expensive. She said that she'd drive them there. Carl called his parents and told them he was invited out to a friend's to dinner and that he wouldn't be home. It took some talking to get them to o.k. it, as he was only 15, and his parents didn't think it was a good idea for him to be acting all that grown up. But Carl convinced them that it 'would be alright.
Cynthia wanted to go back to her room to change into something comfortable for driving, and Carl said he'd stay in the Student Outer and she could come back and pick him up there. So she left and he went into the pool room. The college had a large pool room, with 15 tables, and a lot of kids hung out there. Soon Carl was engaged in a game of nine-ball, betting 50 cents a game, with one of the best players in the school. A crowd gathered around, and bets were being placed on the side. Carl, it turned out, was a good player, even though he was obviously quite young, and the other player had thought this was reason to believe he could be easily beaten. But they played a close game, and then Carl started to pull ahead. The other player-named Terry, got increasingly uptight, and then downright embarrassed by the fact that he was being beaten. Finally, Carl was over ten dollars ahead. Terry was steaming-he had won the college championship two years in a row. He couldn't believe that he was being beaten by this punk kid from high school. Just as Carl won again, and went $12 ahead, Cynthia showed up. She approached and caught his eye, and. Carl said he's leaving. This made Terry furious. Terry was a football player-over six feet tall and tough. He said:
"You ain't leaving now, punk."
"Don't call me that, man, and don't order me around," said Carl. "I'm through and I'm leaving." And with that he took Cynthia by the hand and left the poolroom. This only aggravated the losing Terry more. It so happened that Cynthia was a girl he had been asking out for months, but she didn't like him and so wouldn't go out with him. When he saw that this kid not only was beating him at pool but had the chick he wanted, he couldn't stand it. He decided he'd have to follow them, and if the chance came, he'd prove who was the man and who was the boy.
Cynthia drove a Datsun, and she and Carl got in and drove from the dormitory parking lot. Carl explained about the pool game and how mad the guy seemed to get over a lousy $12. "And I didn't even ask him to play, it was the other way around!" said Carl.
Cynthia of course had seen who Carl was playing, but decided not to let on that she had been hounded by Terry for some time, and that he was a tough, selfish guy who no one really liked, though he was a big man on campus, so people pretended to respect him.
Now Carl and Cynthia settled back to enjoy the drive. It was a beautiful afternoon in spring, and they put the top down and drove merrily through the countryside. The restaurant they were going to was called Three Fishermen, and was located near the lake on the other side of a series of small mountain. So the drive was through the winding, country road bordered on both sides by dense woods. Everything was in bloom, and the air was full of spring aromas. Neither Carl or Cynthia noticed that half a mile behind them, was a black Porsche. This was Terry.
As they drove, Carl and Cynthia fooled around a little. Cynthia would let her hand slip off the gearshift and onto Carl's hard cock. At the same time he enjoyed playing with her tits. She wore no bra, and her pert nipples were standing firm against the material of her blouse, and he had his arm around her and would drop a hand down to let it rest gently against her breasts.
"Careful, baby," said Cynthia, laughing, "or I'll drive us off the road."
"Sounds o.k. by me," said Carl. "Find a nice deserted spot and you-know-what ... "
"One track mind!" said Cynthia.
"I'm not the only one, judging by the way you manage to shift my gears as well as the car's."
They both laughed.
"You do make me very horny," said Cynthia.
"What is it about you anyway?"
"My good looks? My animal youth? My."
"Oh shut up," said Cynthia, jokingly. They continued along, joking, having fun, enjoying their freedom and their isolated drive through the countryside. But always just out of sight behind the previous bend, was Terry. The further away from town they got the more he liked it. He was sure he could find a way to get what he wanted out here-namely, revenge on Carl for taking his money and his pride at the pool table, and some action with Cynthia. He would await his chance.
On they drove. An hour later Carl and Cynthia arrived at the Three Fishermen. It was a lovely place, a converted summer home on the shores of a delightful lake. From the porch, where the couple sat having drinks (they wouldn't serve Carl liquor so he had a coke), they looked out at the lake. The sun was sinking, and a beautiful flaring red sunset illuminated the lake magically. The sounds of the water whispering along the shore were sensual and relaxing. And the smells of the food being cooked in the kitchen inside were so tempting and mouth watering that soon their appetites were at a peak of expectation.
They went in to their small, candle-lit table on the second floor, and again had a view of the lake. It was nearly dark out now, and the crickets started their chorus, and the sounds of the swimmers and boaters on the lake came in on the breeze clear as chimes. Cynthia ordered bass and Carl followed suit. The fish came, broiled to perfections with fresh vegetables and heaping salad.
They ordered wine, and inside where it was darker the waiter didn't see that Carl was obviously under-age, so he brought the wine and two glasses with no question asked, and Carl and Cynthia went to work on their meal. They said little at first, both being fully entranced by the superiority of the food, the lusciousness of the setting, and the cool sparkling quality of the wine. What they didn't know was that in a corner on the other side of the room, concealed behind a low wooden partition, sat Terry, eating, staring at them.
For desert Cynthia had apple pie a la mode, and Carl had strawberry shortcake. They got a little frisky while eating the desert.
"I'd like to eat these strawberries out of your cunt," whispered Carl.
Cynthia almost choked on her pie. But she caught onto the game.
"I'd like to smear ice-cream on your cock and lick it off," she whispered back. They both chuckled.
"Whipped cream on your tits would be great," said Carl.
"I'd like you to soak your balls in wine and then let me lick them dry," came the answer.
They were laughing, a little drunk, full of some of the best food they had ever eaten, and now were getting aroused by the idea of another kind of fulfillment. They finished the dessert and the waiter approached and asked it they'd like coffee on the porch, and they agreed, and so ended the meal where they had begun it. As they sipped the coffee they looked out over the lake, and saw that there were lots of lights dotting the darkness, and voices of other people laughing and talking, and they concluded that there were a good number of boats out there. Carl asked the waiter if there was a place; to rent rowboats at this hour. He said then; was, that it was about a half mile down the road.
"Let's rent a boat," said Carl.
Cynthia thought it a great idea, and they finished their coffee; and Carl paid the bill, and off they went to the boat house. They decided to walk rather than drive, and when they were through rowing they'd walk back and pick up the car. They found the boathouse with no trouble and rented a boat, with a small electric light in the prow which was required for night boating, and they pushed off and started across the lake. They had a terrific time. The air was so clean and fresh, and they sat side by side on a seat, one working each oar, and overhead the sky was brightening under the glow of a rising full moon.
They had been rowing 20 minutes or so, when suddenly out of the surrounding darkness came the light of an approaching rowboat. They could see its outline, and it seemed to be coming right at them.
"Watch it!" said Carl, warning whoever was in it.
And then a bright flashlight went on and blinded both Carl and Cynthia. "What the hell?" said Carl.
"Hi lovebirds," came a voice.
"Turn that light off you bastard!" said Carl.
"Ha, ha, ha," came the only answer.
Now the rowboat was very close. Something told Carl that this was more than some jerk out for a laugh. So he took his oar and raised it out of the water and then in a quick motion jabbed the tip toward the source of the light. He hit something.
"Ouch!" said the voice from the other boat.
Carl didn't waste any time. He pushed Cynthia off the seat and took both oars and started rowing toward the center of the lake, away from the deserted area they were in. He knew that there were' lots of other boats in the center, and whoever was fucking with them would not have them alone;. As he rowed Carl could see a dark form in the other boat. The flashlight was no longer on, and the solitary figure seemed bent over. Carl thought: good luck, I got the bastard in the stomach!
Then the other boat straightened out and came after them. Carl looked at Cynthia. She looked scared.
"Some wiseass," said Carl. "Don't worry."
Soon they were in the midst of other boats, and Carl slowed down. In a few minutes they were at the boathouse. Carl docked the boat and helped Cynthia out and then talked to the manager of the boathouse, telling him what had happened.
"Some local trouble maker, probably," said the manager.
"You remember renting any boats to one guy, without a date or anything?" said Carl.
"As a matter-of-fact, yes," said the manager. "Just a minute or two after you went out, it was. A kid, around 20 or so. Yep. That's the only boat I've rented to a single individual all night though."
Carl was tempted to wait for him, the wise guy in the boat. Cynthia just wanted to leave. The incident has scared her. "Hey" said the manager in a whisper just then, "this is him coming in!"
Carl took Cynthia behind the boathouse where she'd he sale. Then he came around and crouched behind one of the boathouse walls to await the stranger. The boat touched the dock, oars were put up, and someone stepped out. And Carl saw: it was the guy Terry he'd beat in the pool game! Carl stood and came out in the open.
"What's the fucking story man?" said Carl.
Terry looked at him, and then turned white. Before he could utter a word, Carl swung at him. clipping him in the eye, sending him down.
"That's in case I didn't get you hard enough with the oar to teach you a lesson!" said Carl. "Now what the hell's your story?" He bent over to look at where Terrv lav on the dock.
"Look out!" Carl heard the manager yell. And up Terry came, a knife in his hand, lie lunged, and slashed the blade along Carl's forearm, as Carl was trying to get out of the way. Carl looked at the deep gash in his arm, and then-much to his surprise, fainted dead away.
When he came to he was in the boathouse, King across a table. The manager was fiddling with his arm, Cynthia was standing nearby, and a cop was on the other side. Carl looked at his forearm. The manager had bandaged it with gauze and tape, and was checking his work now. The cop said:
"You're lucky kid. It could have been your neck."
"Thanks for the kind words," said Carl. Cynthia said: "Are you o.k.? "
"I don't know," said Carl. "Where's that bastard Terry?"
"He's under arrest," said the cop. Carl heard how after he'd passed out on the deck the manager had clobbered Terry over the head with an oar at the same time that Cynthia had screamed bloody murder, bringing the police who had been cruising nearby in their car.
"This bandage is only until these officers drive you to the hospital. You'll need some shots to make sure you don't get any infection."
Carl spent an hour at the hospital, and they checked his wound and applied proper medication and gave him a couple of shots. Then Carl went back to the boathouse to thank the manager, and he and Cynthia set off for Willington in her car.
As they drove, Cynthia seemed to recover from the shock and upsetment of what happened, and Carl became increasingly joyful about the fact that he had dealt like a man with a threat to him and Cynthia, and soon he was singing at the top of his lungs. It was after eleven, and the air was cooling off a little, but still it was a gorgeous moon-lit night, and the stars were studding the sky like diamonds. They drove along the country road and Carl took an idea in his head that he wanted to make love with his girl out under the sky.
"Let's find a nice quiet place and pull over and fuck," he said.
Cynthia looked at him as if he were talking Greek.
"After all that's happened?" she said. "Sure."
"What about your arm?" she said. "What about it?"
"I mean you have to be careful," came her answer.
"I will be," he said.
Halfway back to Willington was the perfect spot. A stream turned into a small lake here, above which stood an old paddle-wheel mill. It was a favorite picnicking place for people in the area, but it was obvious that ho one was there now. Along the edge of the lake were a good number of secluded areas,, because bushes and trees grew in abundance. They pulled in and parked the car and got a blanked out of the back seat. Then they went down by the lake and found just the right spot. They were concealed from the road and the other two sides by a small circle of bushes, and they faced the lake on the fourth side. They spread the blanket and then in an instant Cynthia was in Carl's arms. They hugged each other awhile and kissed lightly, getting used to the environment, the quiet, and the peacefulness of the area.
Then they lay down and soon they were kissing deeply and passionately. Cynthia worked her tongue deeply into Carl's mouth, and between kisses she said:
"You were so brave today, honey." This made the hair stand up on the back of Carl's neck, it was so gratifying to hear.
"Thanks babe," he said. "I knew I wasn't going to let that creep hurt us."
"He really wanted to, didn't he?"
"Yeh. He must be crazy. To be that upset about a lousy pool game."
At this point Cynthia felt she had to unburden herself about the other aspect of things. She told Carl about how Terry had wanted to go out with her, and he had pestered her for months, and that is undoubtedly something else that led to the violence. Carl listened attentively, and then there was silence for awhile.
"Wow," he said. "No wonder. That paints a whole different picture."
"Really," she said.
They lay awhile longer, and then their physical closeness became the primary thing, and soon both were quite turned on. Carl licked the inside of her ear and she ran her hands down along his body. He in turn caressed her breasts. She had put on a sweater over her blouse, and Carl enjoyed feeling the full, fleshy roundness of her breasts through the two layers of material. Soon he was running his hands up under her clothes, and be started to fondle her bare tits.
Her breathing increased in intensity, and she said:
"I love it when you do that."
Now her hands were active, and she was feeling his chest, sides and back under Ids shirt.
"I want to fuck standing up," she said. They stripped, each undressing themselves, and stood facing one another. They moved close and Cynthia raised one foot, placing it on a foot-high rock that was near a bush. This exposed her cunt, opening her up, and made her accessible. In an instant Carl had touched the rim of her pussy with the tip of his dick. He let it sit there without pushing it in any further, tantalizing and stimulating them both.
In the moonlight their bodies were pale white and beautiful. Carl saw the dark lake behind his girl, the water lapping gently at the shore, and he felt the wonderful oneness that comes through communion with nature. Cynthia's body gleamed before him, and the tip of his pecker felt the increasing wetness that was developing in the area of her twat. He pushed forward a fraction of an inch. His dick entered her by that amount. He pushed alittle further. He entered by that much more. Soon he was in one inch. Then one and one-half. Then two. And then-all the way in he went, up to the hilt. They both stood still, deeply entranced in the sensations that coursed through their bodies, feeling the fantastic sensations of fucking in the open air.
Neither moved. They were like a statue, and the more still they stood the greater the pleasure was. They both realized this, and so neither was about to break the spell. Minutes passed, and then, as if by unspoken agreement, the quiet stillness gave way to and easy back and forth rhythm of intercourse. His dick withdrew to the tip, and hung just barely penetrating her cunt. Then he would ease it back in, finding the new depths to which he could sink his cock. It was fantastic. In and out, in and out, in and out.
The rhythm picked up suddenly, and they were fucking at a somewhat quicker pace. Still Cynthia balanced her foot on the boulder, her other foot on the ground: Carl's feet were both firmly planted on the grass, his knees were bent, and he was thrusting up and into the temple of his fucking. He saw that Cynthia's sweet titties were bouncing with the effort of the I'm king, and this turned him on all the more. He clasped her about her ass, holding the moons of her buttocks firmly in his grip, and this increased I he leverage with which he was able to work.
She responded by balancing a hand on each of his thighs, and using them to push herself up and down. Now their tempo was picking up more, and his dick was getting the workout appropriate to it, and her cunt was being charged for the final electrical release.
"Let's take our time, baby," she breathed into his ear.
"Right." So they slowed down, and the rhythm became slow and steady again, and the en joy men t deepened. They both looked up at the sky, seeing the clearness of the night, the stars overhead, the moon low now in the sky and fiery-white. Each was filled with love and desire. Their torsos moved into one another, their hands drank in each other's body, and their sex organs, fully stimulated and blood-swollen, kissed and released, kissed and released. It was total ecstasy.
When they came it was after half an hour of careful, intense and totally fulfilling fucking. Their orgasms came simultaneously, and took each almost by surprise, and each was gratified to see that the other was coming too. Into the depths of Cynthia's womb shot Carl's young sperm, and then spurt after spurt of semen followed. And as this happened, her cunt went into a joyful series of contractions, and a multiple orgasm went through her in a way that made her feel she was in a place totally new to her where pleasure was the only sensation.
Then they sank slowly down onto the blanket, and breathing hard, holding each other close, lay for awhile, drinking in the residue of their experience.
CHAPTER SEVEN
In Brooklyn, Janie, Jack, Marie and Bill were having a memorable weekend. Janice knew she would have to leave Sunday night to get back to Willington in order to go to work at school Monday morning. Bill and Jack, also school teachers, would have to go to work Monday too. The only one who had no set plans of course was Marie. She would begin looking for a job on Monday. But now it was only Saturday night, and having recovered from the afternoon orgy on the terrace outside the apartment, the four decided they wanted to do something exciting in the Big Apple.
"Let's see a play," said Jack.
"Something sexy," said Janice.
"What a one track mind," came the answer.
"Jack you're such a wise-ass," said Janice, making a face at him.
"You love it," he replied. The two of them went playfully for each other and soon were wrestling on the living room floor. Laughing and sputtering, Jack tried to fend off the energized Janice, and she attempted to pin him to the floor. She managed to get on top of him and tried to secure his shoulders down on the rug, but he was stronger than her and could push her off. As they played, Marie and Bill came in from the kitchen whore they'd been doing dishes.
"See how hot this bitch is for me!" said Jack from the floor.
"Oh, you rat!" said Janice, and started pulling his hair. Marie and Bill looked at each other and shrugged. After awhile Jack and Janice got tired of their wrestling, and lay quietly side by side on the rug. Marie and Bill were lounging restfully on a couch.
"Let's see a movie," said Bill. "Something sexy," said Marie. "These women!" said Jack. "I swear they're."
"Don't say it," interrupted Marie. "What was I going to say."
"Sex maniacs or something equally unflattering," said Marie. "Sex, sex, sex," said Jack.
"What's the mailer, bad your fill for the week?" said Janice, winking at Marie.
"Little boy can only take so much excitement," said Marie in a high mocking voice.
Jack picked a pillow off a chair and threw it at Marie. It hit Bill by mistake.
"Hey!" he said. "What's the idea?"
"These nymphomaniacs want more action," said Jack.
"I'm ready," said Bill.
"At least there's one man here," said Marie, and she let her hand stray to Bill's crotch and squeezed the sleeping lump that was his dingus.
"It's quality, not quantity, baby," said Jack in his defense.
"So you say," said Marie.
It was all in fun of course, and they wiled away the rest of the afternoon just lounging about, talking, making jokes, and occasionally touching and petting one another. Bill was enjoying just letting his hands rest on Marie's hips as she lay next to him, and occasionally he would caress her breasts, letting his fingers find the bulge her nipple made under the material of her blouse. She liked lying next to him, her back to him, her ass pushed not too tightly against his cock, and snuggling in this way against his warm body. They turned the tv on after awhile and watched part of a stock car rate. Then they switched channels and watched a movie.
"Any x-rated channels in New York?" said Marie.
"One track mind again," said Jack. "Oh shut up, you."
"No, but plenty of x-rated movies," said Hill in reply to Marie's question. "I want to see one."
Janice went out for a paper and came hack, and looked at the movie listings, "hots of sex flicks showing," she said. Marie looked over her shoulder and together they went through the listings and advertisements. They read off the names of the hornier movies, and pretty soon the men, even Jack, were as interested as they were.
"I know what let's do," said Bill, "bet's go into Manhattan, Walk around and sec what's happening, and bring the paper so if we feel like it we can catch a flick."
"Great idea," said Marie. She was of course dying to see what excitements the city held. So after a little more playful give and take, they all took showers and got dressed for a night on the town. They got into the car and Bill drove, and they crossed the Brooklyn Bridge again and soon were going up Broadway toward Times Square. When they hit Times Square it was like coming down in the middle of a carnival. Bizarrely dressed people were crowding the sidewalks, theatres and movie houses were filling up, policemen on horseback were clop-clopping along the pavement, sirens were filling the air as police cars sped by, rushing no doubt to scenes of blood and gore in alleys, and in general there was such a hubbub of activity, that even driving along the street was difficult, as people spilled out across the curbs from the sidewalks.
"Wow," was all that Marie could say.
"Where the bell will we park?" said Janice.
"A lot," said Bill, and soon he found a parking lot on one of the cross streets a half block away, and they parked and walked toward Broadway. They passed a series of bars that" advertised "topless dancers." Then, further on, one such place had the front doors wide open and they stopped to look in. Three naked girls were dancing on the bar.
They went further and passed massage parlors, "body-painting" studios, and x-rated movie houses. On the comer stood four or five girls, in short skirts, beckoning to passing men.
"Hookers," said Bill.
"They're not very pretty," said Marie.
"Well, you never see the high-class girls on the street. These are mostly the losers," said Hill in a whisper.
Jack walked up to one.
"How much for a quickie?" He said.
The girl he had addressed was a large slightly over-weight bleached blonde in skimpy clothes. She had a face that could have been a professional football player's.
"A quick what?" she said in a raspy voice.
"A quick tango," said Jack.
"For you", said the girl, "thirty bucks."
"That's a little high, isn't it?" said Jack.
"Shit no," said the girl. "With inflation I should charge you forty-five. But you have a nice face."
This broke the others up. Jack just grinned and said: "Maybe another time."
"Any time at all sweetie," said the girl, and before Jack had walked more than a few feet from her she was busily haggling with another man. The foursome walked up Broadway. It was a hot, muggy night, and the crowds and traffic increased the oven-like atmosphere. There seemed to be thousands of tourists everywhere, and the sidewalks were so crowded it was impossible for the four to walk abreast. They stopped at a fruit-drink stand, and ordered drinks, and stood watching the people. Then a young man walked up to them.
"Interested in something out of the ordinary?" he said.
"Like what?" said Bill. "A live show."
"Might be," said Bill.
"This is something special. High class, east side."
"How much?" said Jack. "Fifteen a head." said the man. "Better be good for that."
"Don't worry. Here's the address. Say Alex sent you. Be there in half an hour." And the man disappeared into the crowd. He had handed Bill a printed flyer, that said:
SPECIAL ENTERTAINMENT Fully Professional Women Men Animals Groups "Looks intriguing," said Jack. "Let's go," said Marie. "Janice, you want to go?" said Jack. "Sure, why not?"
The address was on the Upper East Side, and so they hopped into a cab. In fifteen minutes they were on the block. There were stately brownstones along this block, and it looked elegant and quiet. Restaurants and shops dotted the ground floors of the buildings. It was definitely a fashionable neighborhood. They paid the cabbie and stood in front of the bouse whose address matched that on the flyer.
"We're fifteen minutes early, let's get a quick drink somewhere," said Bill.
They went down the street, admiring the gorgeous town houses, and then went into a small, quiet bar on the corner. The clientele here looked sophisticated and well-dressed, and a smooth-singing black man sat at a piano, crooning blues ballads and jazz tunes.
They stood at the bar and enjoyed their drinks, and then Bill checked the time, and they went back to the townhouse. They went up to the door and rang the bell. A man in a servant's garb opened the door.
"Yes?" he said.
"Alex sent us," said Bill, holding up the flyer.
"Please come in," said the servant, and he opened the door wide and stood aside.
They entered a beautifully furnished foyer, with mirrors on three walls and leather chairs. About 15 people were sitting or standing about the large foyer, talking in low tones and watching the new people arrive. The servant showed the foursome to a large couch near one wall and asked if they'd like to order drinks. He said it would be about a half hour wait.
"Sure, we might as well have drinks," said Jack. So they ordered and were served. Needless to say they were all excited by the prospect of what lay ahead. And to be in such elegant surroundings, after the sleazy, hustling atmosphere of Times Square! This was real class. And they felt they were probably in for a very unusual show.
In about a half hour's time a middle aged woman in a long red robe came down a winding staircase from the upper floor. She was a handsome, buxom woman, and all eyes rested on her as she approached.
"Good evening," she said. "My name is Rosa, and I am your hostess for tonight's entertainment. It is a pleasure to welcome you to my house. For those of you who are interested in the history of
American architecture, you might take note that this house was built in 1872, by Jacques Bonnier, the famous French designer, for Andrew Castwell, and American merchant of vast wealth. The Castwells lived here until 1951, when the last of them, Jonathan, the great great grandson of Andrew, died, leaving no will and no heirs. It was then taken over by the City and I bought it in 1962 for $300,000 cash.
"Since 1962 our happy home has been incontestably one of the finest houses of pleasure in the world. Mayors, Congressmen, foreign dignitaries, all grace my house frequently. I even once personally entertained a President, but his name will go unmentioned. If you are here for the first time, I will review house rules. Decorum of behavior must be observed at all times. Overt lewdness or harsh language is an offense we do not tolerate. All things in there proper place, is our motto. What you do behind a closed door with one of our girls is your business. What you do in the public rooms, the hallways, or elsewhere is everyone's business.
"Now, a word about the show for which you have come. We call our resident company the New Orleans Performance Troupe. New Orleans, because the art they practice once flourished in that fine Southern city, and so is most identified with it. The women you will see in the Troupe are all full time Pleasure Attendants here at the house. The men have been brought in especially for tonight's fun. The other assorted ... species ... come from a variety of sources."
Laughter and chuckles filled the foyer. The woman smiled, looked about, and seemed to take in everyone in her house. Bill thought she was an amazingly beautiful woman, though she had to be past 45, and it only confirmed something he believed: age does not have to mean loss of sexual appeal.
"And now, continued Rosa, the time has come for us to proceed upstairs to our theatre. As I think you have been informed, admission will be fifteen dollars per person, to be collected at the door. All major credit cards honored. Thank you, and if you have any questions or special needs, feel free to ask me or any of our usherettes, who will be in the theatre to make you comfortable."
A sprinkling of applause filled the foyer, and then Rosa led the way up the stairs. The crowd-now of about 30 people, followed.
"Far out," said Jack.
"Really!" said Marie.
"It's like something out of a movie," said Bill. "Or a dream," said Janice.
They went up the stairs and paid at the door to a large room, and then entered. The room ran the entire length of the house', and must have been intended originally as a social or ballroom, or else as a simply immense living room. There were marble and oak fixtures and decorative work on walls and ceilings, and a huge marble fireplace al the far end. Strung across the ceiling 2/3 of the way down were stage lights. And arranged in finback portion, were tiers of seats. It was exactly like a miniature Broadwav Theater. The seals were extremely comfortable, and because of the teiring, every seat afforded a perfect view of the stage area the space in front of the fireplace. Bill and the others took seats in the fourth row back, and made themselves comfortable. Music was playing soft, classical melodies, and the atmosphere was relaxing and elegant.
Before long everyone was seated and the lights went down and the stage lights came up. Out from a side door came three women and three men. dressed in white robes. They lined up along the front of the stage area, and the music turned to an ethereal Eastern strain, and one by one the performers untied the cords of their robes and began ever so slowly and suggestively to disrobe. A woman opened the front of her garment, revealing large tits and a full pubic bush. Next to her a man let his robe drop, showing a large, free-swinging cock, and a well-muscled build. Right down the line they went, and soon all were totally naked.
Four of them two of the women and two of the men,, went to sit on large velvet cushions that were placed in the back of the stage area. That left two in the center. A woman of about 25, with flowing long blonde hair and a gorgeous, queenly build. The man was tall, black-haired, with a mustache. He had long lean limbs, and a hairy body. They faced one another, and then began a slow ballroom dance. As they danced, they slowly moved closer together. They turned, and displayed their bodies from all angles. Then after a few moments the woman dropped one of her hands and took hold of the man's sex organ. It was soft, unaroused, but she cupped it in her hands and was soon manipulating it, feeling his balls, and squeezing his cock between her fingers.
They moved closer, still dancing, and the man's dick started to get hard. Up it leapt, and the woman looked toward the audience and smiled as if appreciatively. Now the man was using one hand to rub her breasts and her belly. The dancing got slower, and soon they were standing on mid-stage, caressing one another, and then they fell together and began to kiss passionately. One of the men sitting off to the side threw a large pillow out into the center, and the couple collapsed onto it. The man rolled on top, and the woman spread her legs. Watching, Bill thought he was going to fuck her, but instead, he buried his face in her crotch. The audience gasped with surprise. The man was digging his forehead into her belly, and his lower face was out of sight between her thighs. But from the motions he was making it was apparent that he was eating her cunt. And from the look on her face, and the arch of her back as she received his tongue into her twat there could be no doubt.
The man had his hands around her ass and was pulling her crotch tightly into him. The woman had both hands on the back of his head, and she was rhythmically pulling him into her. They were passionately interlocked.
"Unbelievable," whispered Marie. "Their bodies are so gorgeous!"
And they were. Her breasts were large, wide, and full. Her nipples, pinkish in the lights, gleamed. And her thighs were slim but well-toned and smooth. Her belly heaved with each push of her pelvis, and her tits bobbed above her lover's head.
And the man was well built also. His ass pushed instinctively against the cushion, giving the feeling that he wished to be fucking her as well as eating her. And this must have been his thought, for soon he released his face from her, and cunt juice dripping off his mouth and chin, he brought himself up and revealed a long, hard red-tipped dick. The woman caught sight of this and reached for it.
"He'll put it in her now!" said Jack. But he was wrong. Instead, He brought it to her face, and gave her a chance to take it into her mouth. She didn't pass up the opportunity. Inch by inch she took the long dick into her mouth and throat. It was beautiful to see. The man arched high above her, and then let his weight down onto her slowly, and her face was now buried deep between his legs, his cock in her mouth nearly to the hilt, his balls bouncing against her chin.
Her hands were around his ass, pulling him down. Now he began the slow, rhythmic fucking of her mouth. Jack found it was nearly more than he could take. He remembered the last time he had been to such a show, be ended up getting jacked off in his seat by Janice. But this was too high class a place for such things, so he tried to concentrate on the show rather than himself.
Now the man slipped his dick from the woman's mouth and taking it in his hand, moved down to the vicinity of her twat. She was spread as wide as a ballet dancer nearly, and he slipped it in smooth as silk. Now they were tightly embraced, and still, and looked as if they were thoroughly enjoying themselves. Little by little they began to pump.
"Look," said Janice suddenly, pointing to the performers who were sitting on cushions awaiting their turns. One of the men had a hard-on that Irad been noticed by the woman next to him, and she was playing with him. It was so casual and nonchalant it almost escaped notice. The man, who seemed very young, and had short hair, and a smooth, fair complexion, spread his legs wide and allowed the girls-he was more a girl than a woman to jack him off more and more vigorously.
This happened at the same time that the first couple was coming to a climax on stage. As Bill and the others watched, they built to a frenzy of fucking and then hesitated just a second as the man shook in a paroxysm of pleasure, and it was apparent that he was climaxing. The woman raised her legs high, and shook with intense; passion, and then emitted a low, moaning sound in her throat.
She was coming too.
The audience applauded loud and long. No sooner had the action in the center of the stage abated, however, but the second couple who had begun to "warm up" earlier look over. The spotlight shifted to them, and the man was standing on his knees, facing the girl, and she was toying with his hard cock with both hands. She skinned him back gently, then stuck her tongue out and just touched it to the tip of his cock. This seemed to please him, as he let his head go back and groaned aloud:
"OOOOpOOOOOOO, vereoh.'" and the audience, responding to this spontaneous outburst, laughed and applauded. Then the couple slipped around so that they were in a good position for "69". And into it they went. The woman was on top of the man, and crouching over him, and he lay on his back and received her cunt as she lowered it to him. At the same time she took his dick in her mouth and sucked it for all to see.
"Jesus, that turns me on," said Marie. She was rubbing herself between her legs'as she watched.
"Me too," said Bill. It was all he could do to keep from touching Marie, or himself. But they kept watching.
The girl's round, firm ass was toward the audience, where she knell,, legs spread, over the man's face, and his exposed tongue worked on her open twat. Up and down, she went, up and down, and the more intense it became the faster she fucked on his face.
"Jesus, I'd like to be him," said Jack.
"You like her ass?" said Janice.
"Yeh, it's gorgeous."
"I like it too," said Janice. Now it was all she could do to keep from rubbing her cunt, as Marie was doing.
As the couple on the pillow continued to eat each other, the third couple went out and brought in two large German shepherd dogs. From another door Rosa entered, and she carried a huge bowl of fruit. She set it down on the mantle piece and went out.
What happened next was more like a circus than anything else. The third naked woman a black girl of long limbs, and elegant stature, look one of the dogs. She lay under it and allowed it to mount her, after some coaxing, and finally its long, thin red dick found its way into her wide open black pussy, and the dog went crazy. as if someone had pushed the right button. It began to hump like mad.
Simultaneous with this the couple who were involved in the 69 broke out of the position, and went to the fruit bowl. The man got a peach that seemed very ripe, and without hesitating, he began to mash it against the girl's tits. Soon peach juice was running down her tits and onto her belly. In the center of the fruit bowl was a dish of sour cream, and the girl scooped some out and plastered it on the man's dick. As the peach juice dripped off her onto the floor, she began to eat the sour cream off the man's joint.
Now the dog was really humping the black girl, and was even yelping in seeming delight. At the same time the other dog was sniffing at the third naked man's cock. This second dog was a female, and the man turned it around and plunged his cock into the dog's cunt. So there were two dog-human couplings going on at the same time, as well as the fruit-and-sour cream-eating-act that the other couple were involved in. The man was licking the squashed peaches off the girl's tits and belly, and she was now spreading sour cream all over his I entire body, or nearly so. Seeing this the woman in J the first couple joined her, and together they began eating the sour cream off. They both went straight for his dick, and they started to contend for it. They pushed each other away, and lunged for his standing, cream-covered joint.
Then the two women started fighting. It was so real that it nearly appeared to be outside the intent of the show. They started to pull hair, and then they were wrestling on the floor. The man meanwhile, was crushing peaches and ripe pears on both of them, without their so much as noticing. But when he got a banana and inserted it into one of the women's ass, the fight abruptly stopped.
"Hey!" shouted the woman with the banana in her ass-hole.
"What are you doing to her?" said the other.
The man looked dumbly at both of them.
"Let's get him!" said the second woman, and now the two of them attacked the man ruthlessly. They knocked him down and began to pelt him with peaches, pears, and cherries. They jumped on top of him and tried to force a banana into his mouth, at the same time, scooping out more and more sour cream until he was nearly unrecognizable, so covered with the stuff was he.
The male dog suddenly became more interested in the food smells than in the fucking, and withdrew abruptly from the black girl and joined the mayhem taking place on the corner of the stage. He began to lick the sour cream from the man and the fruit from the woman.
The audience was in an uproar of delight. Never had they imagined anything like this taking place in such an elegant establishment.
The show lasted for another half hour, and when it was over, everyone had been fucked by, or fucked a dog, had been covered with squashed fruit, and had had intercourse with at least three or four of the other performers. The audience gave; them a standing ovation.
On the way back down the stairs, Jack said:
"I guess we got our money's worth."
"Some show," said Marie.
People were starting out of the; front door, and Rosa, the hostess, was standing bidding everyone goodbye. Bill and his group were among the last to go out, and as they approached the door Rosa turned to Bill and said in a low voice: "I would like' for you to stay for a few moments. I want to talk to you."
Bill nodded, and led his party aside to one of the couches. They sat and smoked. When the last of the people had left, Rosa approached and said:
"I noticed the four of you. I would like you to attend a special showing, of a special event. Can you?"
Janice looked at Bill. "When?" said Bill. "Now," said the woman.
The four exchanged glances. "Well, I think we'd be interested. Can you say what it would involve?"
"I want to perform," said Rosa, a hand on her hip. Janice thought she looked-like the younger Mae West as she spoke. It was suddenly all very intriguing.
"Well, I'd say I definitely want to stay." said Jack.
"And the rest?" said Rosa, smiling slightly.
"Of course," said Bill. Janice and Marie nodded.
"Then come this way," said Rosa. And she led the way into a further room. It was elaborately furnished Victorian sitting room. Double doors led off if to another room, a library. From there they went down a flight of curving wooden stairs, and along a corridor below, into a back room. Here they stopped. It was breathtaking for all four visitors. It was a boudoir, a room of pleasure, in the classic sense. Red wallpaper, mirrored ceiling, a bed that must have been eight feet by 15, thick bearskin carpet on the rug, ornate tables on which stood liquor bottles, glasses, ice. On the bed was a red velvet spread. Rosa sat pertly on the edge, her red gown, the red spread and the red wallpaper completing a picture of fiery passion.
"This is more for my own pleasure, really, than anything else," said the woman. "You see, I have my tastes like anyone else. And what I like is to be watched but only if all conditions are right. As it is, I like the four of you, and equally important, I have a mate here who is not always available. Juan!"
She shouted the name, and a door opened in the wall. Out came the biggest man that anyone present had ever seen. He looked Spanish or South American, and he was close to seven feet tall. He must have weighed 300 pounds at least. The impression he gave, though, was one of only slight stockiness. At a normal 6 feet he might have weighed 180 pounds. He was muscled to perfection neither muscle-bound nor flabby. He was dressed in a sash, or lion cloth that covered him from the waist to mid-thigh. Otherwise he had do clothes on. He approached the group., and Rosa said:
"Juan, these are our new friends, please introduce yourselves." The four shook hands with Juan and gave him their names, lie seemed friendly, civilized and even jovial.
As he shook hands, there was movement behind him. Rosa had stood, and she was removing her dress. Underneath she had on a slip, bra, stockings, and assorted other underthings.
"Juan, help me undress," she said. "And you-" she nodded toward Bill "you and your friends make yourselves comfortable on the sofa. The sofa was at the foot of the bed, and was unusually high, so that when silting on it you could look down of the bed. Of course that was intentional.
Juan was carefully aiding Rosa out of her clothes. He was rolling down one stocking, and had helped her off with her slip. Bill could see that she had exquisite legs and she was not young either! It was remarkable what shape she was in. Her thighs were long, and sculptured, her calves, neither too lean, beautifully curved, just right. Now she had on a pair of panties, and a bra. It was already more than apparent that she was an unbelievably well-proportioned woman. Just when you would expect the curves to quit, hers kept going an added inch or two, that took your breath away. Her breasts bulged in her bra, and behind her Juan was unhooking it. It fell away. Beautiful, lily-white tits, nipples large, just a hint of sag, communicated maturity more than age. The weight of them was self-supporting, which meant her breast muscles and tissue were still strong and intact. She was staring straight at the four people on the couch and she smiled.
"I have always been proud of my breasts," she said, in a tone that was nearly modest in its sincerity. Juan of course towered over the woman. He was more than a head and shoulders taller. He made her look like a midget.
"Now Juan," she said. He reached around from where he stood behind her and cupped a tit in each of his enormous hands. He squeezed, and ran his forefingers across her hardening nipples. She closed her eyes as if she had been awaiting this touch for a long time. And she pressed her back into him, and he flushed slightly. Then her hands disappeared behind her, and groped at the level of his crotch.
"His dick will have to be enormous," said Marie to Janice. The latter nodded.
Now his hands worked down her front to her panties. Her belly was very nearly flat. No excess flesh, to speak of. Just a hint perhaps, but for the most part, as desirable as anyone could want. His hands continued down, across the material of her panties to the V of her crotch. Then; he pushed his fingers into the apex, and, watching the four sets of t-yes that were on her, Rosa spread ever so slightly, to accommodate his exploring.
Then, in a quick movement, Juan had pulled her panties down and away. She was stepping out of them. Her cunt was revealed, and what a bush she had. It was the most hairy female crotch that any of the observers had ever seen. The hair grew in a great brown clump, and spread upward to nearly the middle of her belly.
Jack exhaled loudly. He was hornier than he could ever remember being. He both liked it, and was driven half mad by it. Meanwhile, Rosa had spread, and then in a seemingly effortless move Juan had picked her up. He seemed to be hardly supporting her weight, yet she was a foot off the floor, her feet free, her legs spread wide, and poking through her legs was a cock that looked more like a battering ram. She spread wide and seemed to be perched on it, as it burst through from behind her, and poked free, spearing out six inches past her bush. The tip was the size of a small grapefruit. The shaft behind it looked like a hammer handle. Below hung two balls the size of cantaloupes.
For a few moments Rosa, suspended, balanced on this enormous dick, rubbing her cunt on it, Juan's huge hands holding her just below her tits. Then she turned her body, and was facing him, and on the floor. His dick had to be a foot long. With them both standing on the floor it protruded straight for a spot between her belly button and her tits. Juan was totally naked, as Rosa had removed his loin cloth when she groped in back earlier.
"Juan, you big bull, fuck me!" she said. They were straightforward, so unaware of the four people watching, that her words were shocking in their intimacy. Together the giant and the woman lay on the bed, and the man mounted her. And the value of having the mirrors on the ceiling became evident. The viewers could see the action infront of them, and also see it reflected in the overhead mirror. The action was simple and direct. Juan raised himself high, took his cock in both hands and entered Rosa's pussy. And her pussy needs a special word. It was big enough to accommodate two cocks his size. Bill and the others stared open mouthed at the gaping cave that was her cunt. And then into it slipped Juan's dinasaur of a dingus. It slipped in smoothly and quickly, and then was in 3/4 of the way. While her twat would admit the girth of his trunk, the length was impossible. He knew this it seemed, for he stopped pushing it in with at least four inches remaining. They froze for a second, and then began to pump. It was the wildest fucking imaginable. The bed, which must have been made of oak, shook like it was constructed of toothpicks. Rosa's ass rose and fell like earth moving equipment. And Juan he was like a grisly bear intent on devouring a deer. His weight came down on the woman like a steam shovel's. And she seemed to love it, relish it, as she called out:
"More. . .more ... more. . . "
The overhead mirror showed everything. Her tits flopping with such force that they came up and nearly hit her in the chin. Their bodies sweating, Rosa watching it all happen, Juan, the giant, muscles and veins tense to the point of rupturing, it appeared, plunging his enormous tool down and down, yet stopping each time with inches left to go. Jack said:
"If he let that whole thing out it would probably puncture her kidney."
"Or break her back," said Bill.
Then the action on the bed became so violent that for a moment or two it seemed that it was not fucking at all but a desperate struggle for one to break loose from the other. Juan was an absolute bull. He began a snorting sound that seemed to rip up from his lungs, and looking into the overhead mirror, Jack expected to see fire spurting from the big man's nostrils. What he did see was that Juan was freely drooling, his spit running down his chin and onto Rosa's breast. Rosa, looking up into the mirror, caught Jack's eye. Though fully involved in flat-out fucking of the most complete kind, she had time to wink at him. He was amazed. And strangely, this turned him on more than he had been all night. He couldn't contain himself. He turned to Marie and with his hands reached for her body. One hand found her breast, another found her hip. And she seemed more than willing to respond. She moved to him, and then her hands were caressing his body. He quickly unbuttoned her blouse and found her bare flesh. He had to suck some tit, so he bent down and took her flesh into his mouth, her nipple rising under his sucking lips and tongue.
But he got no further with his love making with Marie. Because from the bed came a roar like that of a waterfall. Juan, his body stiff, his gigantic form rigid and standing nearly straight up from the waist, was coming. As his enormous dick discharged a load of boiling come into Rosa, she let herself go totally, and in her abandonment, raised her legs straight in the air so that cunt and cock were joined even more deeply. And in this position she had a terrific orgasm, her mouth fell open, her tongue came out, and she could only sputter over and over:
"Ya ... ya ... ya ... ya ... "
Then Juan collapsed on top of her, and together thet sank into the deep mattress.
Their breathing slowly subsided to a more normal rhythm, and Juan rolled off of Rosa. Now, for the first time, it was possible to view him lying naked on his back on the bed. He was an absolutely beautiful specimen of manhood, well-formed, enormous, and now, fulfilled. His dick was still hopping about in the contractions of discharge and orgasm. It grew less hard, and reduced now to a mere six inches or so, it lay across his thigh like a sleeping snake. Bill and his group could only stare in total wonder. And, from the huge hole that was Rosa's twat, came a flood of semen, running down to stain the satin sheets.
CHAPTER EIGHT
A week passed, and then two, and Miss Henderson was not in school. The official explanation was that she had been detained out of town for professional reasons. The real reason was that she had so fallen in love with the city that she called the principal and made an excuse-that she had to have a series of medical tests related to a rare blood disease-and that as soon as the tests were over she would be back in Wellington
Carl of course missed her. Now that he had had more sexual experiences, he especially wanted to attend more of her sex education classes, in which he would have more to say and no doubt more to learn than previously. So when she didn,t come back to school the second week, he called her home. She shared an apartment with another woman, a young female lawyer, whom Carl had never met. In talking with this roommate, Carl found that whereas it was true that Janice was staying in New York, it really wasn't for the reasons stated: she wasn't having medical tests at all-she was just taking a much-needed vacation. Carl told the roommate to have Janice call him at home some evening if she fell like it, that he missed her and would like to hear her voice. The roommate promised she would do so.
Meanwhile, Carl continued to go to school, to see Linda one night a week, and to see Cynthia at the college a I least once on weekends. He was dating both girls, sleeping with both in fact, and as this progressed, he developed an idea, lie would like to sleep with both of them at once. Why not? he said to himself. The more woman flesh around the better. He decided he would broach it with Cynthia first, seeing as how she was the older and the more mature. So he called her one night, Thursday, and said he'd like to see her, that he had something to discuss. They met in a coffee shop on campus.
"How would you like to sleep with me and another girl?" said Carl, coming right out with il.
"How would you like to sleep with me and another guy?" was her response. Now it was his turn to stare.
"I wouldn't!" said Carl.
"Ditto here," said Cynthia. This seemed to put a cramp in Carl's plan. "But it's two entirely different things," said Carl. "I mean how can you compare the two?"
Cynthia just looked at him, an ironic, knowing smirk on her face. She seemed to be assessing him anew. "How is it different?" she said.
"It just is ... two women, you know. But two men! What's the matter, aren't I enough for you?"
"Aren't I enough for YOU?" came the reply.
"Of course."
"Then why do you need someone else?"
"I don't know..." said Carl, quite confused now, and on the defensive. "I thought maybe you would like it..."
"Oh, very kind of you!" said Cynthia. And suddenly she seemed angry. "You fucking liar!" she said suddenly. "It's you that wants it, and you pretend you're doing it for me. What do you take me for, a fool? You asked and I said I don't want it, for the same reason that you wouldn't want to be in bed with me and another man. Now let's drop it!"
Carl was legitimately shocked. "You call me a bar...? "
"Well, aren't you?"
He had no reply. This was a tough woman, this Cynthia. She was no Linda. She knew her own mind and she had brains. He made a quick decision.
"Look" he said, reaching for her hand. "I'm sorry. Really. What you say is quite right. I was out of line. Forgive me."
This made Cynthia start to cry. "It makes me feel cheap, or dispensable or something," she said. Carl sat feeling worse and worse. He held her hand, and saw that he had really upset her.
"Please, I said I was sorry," he said. He sincerely meant it and she could hear it in his voice. She stopped crying. They kissed and after awhile Carl walked her back to the dorm. Again he apologized, and said he would see her on the weekend. Then they parted.
Carl went straight to Linda's. He knew what to do now. She was doing her homework, but came out onto the porch to see him. "Listen," he said. "I want to sleep with you and another girl at the same time. What do you think?"
She looked at him. "I don't know," she said.
"It would be good for you," he said. "Really. You would like it. The whole new unisex trend and everything ... you know. It's square just to be two in bed."
She listened intently. "Do you think so?" she said.
"Sure, sure."
"Well, o.k., if it's what you want," she said.
"All we have to do is find the right girl," said Carl, thinking.
"Hey I have a better idea," said Linda suddenly. "I'd like to go to bed with you and Ted."
Carl felt like he was having deja vu.'
"Yeh, I think I'd like two men in bed rather than another girl."
Carl stood up from the chair he was on and swore and walked off the porch. Linda just stared after him, totally at a loss as to what was happening.
That night Janice called Carl from New York.
"I got the message from my roommate," she said. "How are you?"
"Frustrated," said Carl. "I have so many things along the sexual lines to speak about, that I really miss your sex education classes."
"I just had to take a long vacation, Carl," said Janice. "Don't tell anyone about it though, o.k. Because the principal thinks I'm having medical tests. He wouldn't have let me take the time off if I'd told him the truth."
"You can trust me," said Carl.
"And now what's your problem?" said Janice.
Carl filled her in. He wanted lo sleep with two women, but both his girl friends wen; against it, and in fact when he suggested it to them they countered by saying they'd rather have him and another man. It wasn't fair.
"You have pretty alert girlfriends there, young man," said Janice. "O.k., what you want to do, is find two total strangers. I mean, you have to find two women who want it. If your girlfriends don't you have to respect that. So here's what you should do. Advertise somewhere. I think there's an underground paper connected with the Community College. They no doubt have Personal columns, suited for just this kind of thing. Place an ad there. But don't use your real address or phone number. Take out a post office box and use that. Got it?"
"You're o.k., Janice, you know that?" said Carl, excited by her solution.
"Gotta take care of my prize student," she said.
They both laughed, and Carl said goodbye and hung up. He called the college and inquired about the paper, and found they did have an underground paper called "Hot Whispers." It was partly political, partly fun, and partly sexy. And it did have a section for personal ads. Carl confirmed this by going down to the campus bookstore and looking at a copy. Some of the ads were very frank, and then his eye lit on one that turned him on.
Two Women, bright, nice, wish to meet a young man or boy for indoor sports.
And it gave a phone number. Wow! thought Carl. Here's just what I'm looking for. Now I don't even have to advertise. He went to a phone booth and called the number. A female answered.
"Hi," said Carl, a little nervous about it suddenly, "I'm calling about the ad in the paper."
There was a slight pause. "What about it?" said the voice.
"Well, I'm interested in it, you know."
"How old are you?" said the girl. "Fifteen."
"Shit, that's too young." said the voice. "No it isn't," said Carl.
His simple response seemed to impress the other party. "You're not calling just for a prank, are you, cause if you are don't waste my time. I get crank calls every day since placing the ad. I'm sick of it."
"I'm no crank," said Carl. "I'm interested in being involved with you-provided I like you when we meet."
Again the straightforwardness of this seemed to give the girl the impression that Carl was worth seeing.
"O.k., where are you now?" said the girl.
"At the campus bookstore."
"I'll be over to pick you up. We'll take a drive and talk. How do I recognize you?"
"I'm tall, and have on a red jacket. I have blonde hair."
"I'll see you in ten minutes," she said, and hung up. .
Carl waited, anxiously inspecting each girl that came in, wondering which one would be the girl on the phone. Of course he hoped she would be good looking. Two or three girls seemed to catch his eve. but none of them spoke, so he assumed that they weren't the one. Then a girl of medium height, with short black hair and a pretty round, freckled face came up to him. "You're the only guy here in a red jacket," she said. She had a nice smile.
Carl smiled back. "Right," he said. His first impression was favorable. She was no dog. that was sure. She was attractive. She had on tight blue jeans that were faded and a loose blouse. She seemed to have a good figure.
"Come on," she said. "Let's go where we can talk."
He followed her out of the store to a Ford station wagon parked at the curb. They got in and she drove out of the college campus and along one of the streets toward the town. As they drove she said:
"You look fifteen."
"How should I look, 30?" he said. She glanced at him, wondering if she had hurt his feelings. "I don't mean it negatively," she said. "Good," he said.
They drove a bit further in silence. "So you have a friend and the two of you want to share a man, is that it?" said Carl, deciding to go to the heart of the matter.
"Yes. Listen, my name is Leslie."
"Carl."
"Pleased to meet you."
"Same here. What's your friend's name?"
"Carol."
"Is she as good looking and sexy as you?" said Carl.
Leslie laughed. "More so, more so," she said.
They came to a side road and turned off, and drove into a small park, where they could stop under some trees.
"What we are looking for," she said, "is a guy we can sleep with maybe once a week. See, we're gay. But we like guys too, and we want one that won't resent the fact that we dig each other too. See?"
"Yep," said Carl.
"You think you could go for that?" she said. "I want to give it a try," came his quick answer. "I'll know a lot more after the first time."
"Yes, we will too," said Leslie. "When do I get to meet Carol?" said Carl. "Now, if you want."
"Sure."
They left the park and drove back toward the campus. "We rent an apartment near the college," said Leslie, "and so there's no problem with privacy or anything like that. Everything will be very cool."
"Good," said Carl.
She drove them to a three story house near the college, and they pulled into the driveway. Carl got out of his side and they went into the front door. It was a typical college student's pad, with impromptu, second-hand furniture, arty prints on the walls, and strange objects around-including a full human skeleton in the hallway. Carl jumped when he saw it.
"That's Oscar," laughed Leslie. "I'm a pre-med student and have to spend a certain amount of time with Oscar. We're good friends."
"Jesus, I've never seen a skeleton before," said Carl.
They went into the living room, and on the floor reading a book was another girl. She was shorter than Leslie;, and had raven-black hair, and appeared slim. When she looked up Carl saw that she was indeed, very pretty, lie thought: I'm in luck. I'm going to get just what I wanted Fantastic!
Carol stood up and she and Carl shook hands, and the three of them sat at a large oak table and had a beer and talked.
"I already explained the; situation," said Leslie to Carol, "and he thinks it's cool, and said he'd know more after a session with us."
"You know we're gay, huh?" said Carol.
"Yeh," said Carl.
"Doesn't bother you?"
"I don't think so. But I'll let you know after ... you know. I mean, I don't have any experience in this particular type of thing ... so."
"Right," said Carol. "Well, let's go to bed."
They stood up and went to the back of the apartment where there was a large bedroom. It was clean and more orderly than the; living room, and in a second, Carol had sat on the; bed and Leslie had shut the door to the room.
"Wow, you're young aren't you," said Carol as if she had just noticed it.
"No, I'm fifteen," said Carl. This made both girls laugh. "Young is under eleven!"
They laughed again. Then Carol pulled her lightweight sweater over her head. She had no bra beneath, and it was a pleasure for Carl to see that she was beautifully put together. Small, well-shaped and pert tits, a flat belly, nice, smooth skin. Behind him Carl heard more clothes rustling, and he turned and saw that Leslie had unbuttoned her blouse, removed it, and thrown it over a chair. She was unzipping her blue' jeans. She did not wear a bra either, and as she bent over to pull her pants off, Carl saw that her tits were fuller, indeed, were quite full and abundant.
Soon both girls were naked, and Carl was removing his pants and shirt. At once two sets of hands were encompassing him. Their passion was nearly furious, and Carl soon caught on that these girl's were so hot for a man ... and that though they were self-declared lesbians, they were in fact ready to devour him alive. Leslie was behind him and Carol was in front of him, and they both had thair arms lightly around him. And now, having become accustomed to the set-up after the first shock of their attack, he began to feel that this was what he had been wishing for, and that he was in for one of the best times of his life. He; embraced Carol, who was embracing him from the front, and her small, lovely breasts pushed against his chest, in a most inviting way. At the same time, Leslie, the more mealy of the two, embraced him from behind. He felt, on his upper thigh, the bristly clump of hair that adorned her public region. She pressed against him, and her arms were about him, and he felt her large and womanly tits imprinting against his back. Now he really let himself go. Skin to skin, he felt the breathing of both girls increase, and he went for Carol's mouth. He kissed her, tasting the warmth and freshness of her mouth on his, then he slipped his tongue into her mouth and pulled her closer. At the same time Leslie was kissing his ear. When he released Carol's mouth, Leslie's was right there waiting, and he alternated, kissing first one and then the other, until he was alive with stimulation.
Now hands were reaching around him for his dick. Of course he was hard and erect, and when Leslie took hold of his cock, she squeezed with an obvious delight.
"Ah..." she said, indicating pleasure at the touch of his dick. "It's been a long time since I held a hot cock."
"How long?" said Carl.
"Too long."
Now Carol's hands were caressing his belly. She seemed intent on covering every inch of his stomach and chest, arid took particular interest in his flat, boyish breasts. She kissed his chest and then began to suck one of his nipples. Then her hands traveled down and she found his dick too, and her hands and Leslie's hands competed for a place on the hard white shaft that stood out in its proud six inches of length.
Carol dropped to her knees and kissed the tip of Carl's dick. He felt fantastic now, getting the total caressing and attention that he imagined would happen if he could be intimate with two women at once. This is precisely what he had been hoping for. And now, Leslie standing at his side, and Carol on her knees in front of him, the one held his dick in her hand and fed it to the other. Carol opened wide and took him in, inch by inch, until she nearly choked: she had misjudged and thought she could take in the entire length.
She released him and coughed. Then looked up sheepishly. She started again. This time she was more careful, and took in only as much of his dick as was comfortable. And when she saw just how much of him she could suck comfortably, she began a rhythmic sucking.
"There's instinct for you," said Leslie, watching the action. "Would you believe this is the first time Carol has sucked a man's dick?"
Carl looked at Leslie. "No," he said.
"It's true. She had only been with one man before she and I became lovers. And they had only fucked quickly a few times, and that was it. So she's got a lot to learn."
For Carl this was nearly like being told that she was a virgin. It excited him that much more. So he leaned into it, holding Carol by the back of the head, indicating what he wanted done, how much pressure to apply with her bps, and when to withdraw, just letting her tongue play about the rosy red tip of his rock-hard whang.
"Feels fantastic," she said after awhile. "It really fills my mouth up."
They switched positions. Leslie got down and sucked on Carl's prick, and Carol hugged him, kissed him, and encouraged him to play with her. She took his hand and placed it firmly on her tit, then rubbed her pussy against his thigh.
"I've been afraid of men for the most part," she said, "and it took a lot of talking on Leslie's part to get me to go along with this."
Carl was not exactly in a talking mood. He was getting a super blow job from Leslie, who knew her way around a dick. She applied pressure in a way that only the experienced can, and she took command in the sense that she would play with his balls, run her hands up the crack of his ass and along the rim of his crotch, suck hard and juicily, and in short, make him feel as good as she knew how. Carl leaned back, rested his weight against the bedpost, and thrust his dick out as far as he could. Carol watched this with keen interest, and seemed to especially enjoy it when she took hold of his dick at the same time as Leslie, on her knees, ran her mouth along it.
Then Carol dropped down and started competing with Leslie for sucking space. She kissed and nibbled at the flesh of his dick, and at the same time managed to kiss her lover, Leslie, as the latter applied her mouth to the cock. Now the two girls began to caress one another, hands running along breasts, then hugging, and embracing and kissing. But all the while they kept Carl's dick in active play, as they constantly went back to it, licking, sucking, eating.
Carl thought he might pass out from stimulation. Tt felt so good, and to be fussed over and caressed, and loved by two avid, hungry young ladies-it was a dream come true.
Now he took his cock from them and dropped to his knees. Both girls were squatting on the rug near the bed and Carl decided he wanted to eat some pussy. So he simply fell to the floor on his stomach, and crawled in under the torso of Leslie, and applied his face to her cunt. She had a nice crotch, nice thighs, and full, dark pubic bush adorning the goodies. He licked along her clitoris, then sucked the wet lips of her pussy. Increasingly, she opened and got wetter, and still squatting, she spread her legs wide so that his tongue could enter her uninhibited. His entire face was buried in her wet muff.
Seeing this Carol went wild. She lay on her back on the floor and started to finger herself, and to lake Leslie's hand and coax her to play with her twat. Leslie accommodated of course, and soon they were in a three-way daisy-chain, with Carl eating Leslie, Leslie fingering Carol, and Carol reaching lor Carl's dick. She got hold of it-Carl raising himself off his belly to allow it-and gripped him firmly but gently. She didn't really know how to jack a man off, or how to manipulate a cock, but again she followed her instinct, and soon her hand was going up and down the shaft of his dick rapidly and with a good deal of know-how. Carl felt he could come off if he let himself, but he decided definitely not to. This was too good and he wanted to make it last!
They went to the bed after awhile, and all three lay down. Now they began to caress one another, and Carl found that what he liked especially was being surrounded by flesh. He had tits to his right and tits to his left. While sucking the nipple on one of Leslie's large and fleshy tits, Carol would be pressing herself against his face and shoulder. Then he would duck down and kiss Carol's cunt, and slowly exert increasing pressure, and lick her twat. She loved this, indeed, it was the main sport between the two of them when they were alone. And as Carl ate her out, Leslie would be running her hands over his backside, finding his dick and his balls, squeezing, stroking, caressing. ll was a human sandwich, with Carl as the meat and the two girls as the bread. And he loved it! '.
"I want to fuck you in the ass," said Carl to Leslie after a certain amount of the play.
She looked at him wide-eyed.
"Why not in the cunt?" she said. She was half sitting up, he was laying across her stomach.
"That's for later," be said.
"You'll need oil," she said.
"Get some."
Leslie went into the bathroom and found some oil and came back with it and greased up Carl's dick.
"Roll over," he said. She did so, raising her ass into the air, and he oiled up her anus, which was small and compact and hairy looking. He oiled her thoroughly, and then kneeling behind her. holding his cock upright in his hand, he touched the tip to the opening. Carol watched this with glee, her eyes wide, her hand against his belly, and as he pushed the dick in a little further, and Leslie accommodated by spreading that much wider, and holding her buttocks apart with her hands, and in this way Carl's cock slid in an inch at a time until it was nearly in all the way. He loved the tight fit, and the incredibly intense sensations that went though him. And it excited him to see how excited Carol was as she watched. She slid under him, and looked up from below, watching his dick penetrated the ass of her girlfriend.
"Wow," said Carol, "makes me wish I had one."
"You 're next." said Carl.
"No, I mean, that I had a cock of my own."
"You mean that you were a man?" said Carl.
"Yes, I've always wanted to be a man." said Carol.
"Far out," said Carl. "And I thought gay chicks hated men."
"Well, we do in a way I guess," said Carol, holding Carl's balls in her palm, bouncing them lightly. "I mean if you want to be something, and you can't be it, you hate people who ARE it."
"I see ... " said Carl. But he had no energy left for talking at the moment, for he was getting into fucking Leslie hard in the butt, and he poured his energy into this activity.
"Now the cunt, please." he said.
Leslie pulled away from him and he withdrew his dick from her ass-hole. She rolled over and spread her legs wide. And as Carl was about to insert his dick into the inviting crevice of her wet luscious cunt, Carol said:
"Isn't it my turn?"
"Sure, if you're ready," said Leslie to her lover.
"I am," said Carol. She lay down on her back next to Leslie. "Just hold my hand, honey," she said to the other girl. Leslie took Carol's hand, and said to Carl:
"Give it to her nice and smooth. It's her first time with a guy, really."
Carl nodded. Leslie reached for his dick and held it in her fist. "I'll guide it in, baby," she said to Carol.
"O.k., " said Carol
And Carl bent over, and let his dick be taken to the awaiting hole. And Carl, though her pussy appeared smaller and less expanded than Leslie's, still presented a very attractive opportunity. Carl was breathing hard now, fully stimulated by the fucking he had had so far, and ready for a climax in the midst of all this female tenderness. He slipped his dick in, and as it sank into the waiting Carol, she let out a moan of joy:
"AAHHHHHH ... "
"Feel good baby," said Leslie.
"You know it. Really great."
And with this Carol flung her legs high in the air, her feet going up above Carl's head, and the backs of her thighs resting on his chest and collar bone, and her cunt sucking in his dick, like parched soil sucks in the rain.
"Ifh-uh-uh-uh" she sputtered.
Carl was feeling no pain either. The outright passion shown by the woman was terrific. She clearly had been waiting for cock for a long time.
"Do it, do it, do it ... " she started to say in a chanting tone, and then wamo! She came.
"Yaaaaa."
"Are you coming, baby?" said Leslie.
"Yes!" And her cunt went into a series of contractions that were so strong Carl thought his dick would fall off. He felt the pleasure mounting in him, and he wished to come too, but it was a little too soon.
He could have forced it, but he decided no, best wait 'til it happens naturally. So he held off.
Carol was nearly out cold. She really seemed to have fainted from the effort. Leslie was talking to her, touching her face. Then Carol sat half way up and said abruptly:
"Wow. That was fantastic."
"You liked it?"
"Yeah," she said.
Carl was now kneeling, his dick red and wet and slimy, awaiting his next target. Leslie was spreading wide.
"Now my cunt," she said. But Carol beat him to it, plunging her face between Leslie's legs. In an instant Carol was eating Leslie's pussy, devouring her flesh, licking the wetness from her cunt. Carl lay down and decided to take a rest.
"Eat me baby, eat me," Leslie was whispering to Carol. And the other girl was moaning, her face buried in Leslie's crotch, her hands up and working on Leslie's tits. Carol appeared to need the reassurance that Leslie was still her lover even though they were enjoying the pleasures of making it with a man. Carl intuitively understood the situation, and was glad for the chance to rest anyway. Also, his highly stimulated state would diminish, and he'd be able to fuck that much more fully when his turn came around again.
He watched the two girls making love. It gave him something of a funny feeling to see it happening, the two women interlocked in love, the one eating the other's pussy, both reveling in the body of the other. Carl could sec how this might! upset him if he cared very deeply about one and the other of the women. And then he saw that this was a lesson to be learned. It was just as well that Cynthia and Linda had not agreed to go to bed with him or another woman. He might not have liked it, might have been jealous to see some stranger-even if it was another female-making love with his girl. Bui with these relative strangers ... sure, nothing but kicks. Nothing but a good lime.
He lay and watched them, and felt like jacking off a little as he did. So he took his dick in her hand and rubbed it up and down as he watched the girls in action. It was a nice feeling, and he saw the female bodies rubbing against one another, the tits being caressed, the cunts being manipulated. After awhile, Leslie saw that Carl was playing with his dick as he watched them, and said:
"Ready to fuck me Carl?"
"Any time," he said.
Before Carl could move from his supine position, Leslie had rolled over on top of him. She lay flat on him, and her tits pressed flat against his chest, and he felt her full weight. He liked it. He put his arms around her and gripped her fleshy buttocks and pulled her hard into him. His dick was hard against her belly. She raised herself up on her knees, thighs spread on either side of his torso. Her cunt was open and inviting, and like a bloodhound after the scent, his dick seemed to quiver ever closer to the target. Then Leslie took his cock in her hand and directed it right to her pussy. She came down on it like a veteran, and as it penetrated her, both she and Carl felt the exquisite sensations it produced. Carol, meanwhile, had come around to the side to watch. '
Now Leslie let her weight down, and lay on him again, with the difference being that now they were joined totally together, cock in cunt. Leslie now had the opportunity to do the heavy fucking, She poured her energy into it. raising and lowering her ass. pumping away, finding ways to get him deeper and deeper into her. To aid this, she braced her arms on his shoulders, and, finding the perfect leverage, went into high gear. Carl, on top of all the stimulation he encountered during the past half hour, now fell the recipient of truly masterful fucking. All he had to do was lay back and take it. His entire body was singing with delight, and as the intensity and pleasure built, he felt himself getting light, as if he were being transported to a different plane of being altogether. He knew he would come soon. He held off as long as he could, wanting it to last forever, and then when he was at the absolute limit, he came. Wave after wave of release and satisfaction coursed through him. and feeling the come discharge into her, Leslie mounted a huge effort, stretching her legs out, stiffening her body, and then she came ... Together, they were screaming and moaning, and Carl, astounded, watched. Then they lay still a long time.
"Think you'll want to see us again?" said Leslie after awhile.
"Yep," said Carl.
CHAPTER NINE
Miss Henderson came back to work that next week. Carl saw her in English Monday morning, and thought they didn't really get a chance to talk, they made signals at each other, and Carl indicated he'd come and see her after school. In cafeteria, Carl saw Ted. He hadn't really seen Ted since the episode in the lunch counter with Cynthia. Ted seemed something of a changed person. He was a little less arrogant and sure of himself. Carl went up to him.
"Hey Ted," he said.
"Hey Carl."
"How's things, man?"
"Not bad," said Ted. "How's by you?"
"O.k., keeping busy ... "
Ted looked intently at Carl. "That whole thing in that coffee shop blew my mind, man," he said. "Listen, did you go make it with that chick?"
"Of course. I've been seeing her on weekends since." Ted just shook his head. "All I ever do is peek at the girls in gym through the air vent, or daydream. What's your secret, Carl?"
"Sex education class," said Carl, and didn't realize 'til too late that the cat was out of the bag.
Ted stared at him. "What sex education class?"
Carl took Ted aside, out of hearing of anyone else. "Listen," he said, "I just made a mistake. It's supposed to be a secret. Alright? Promise you won't tell anyone?"
"Yeh," said Ted. "Sure, I promise."
"O.k. listen ... " and Carl filled Ted in on Miss Henderson's class, and how kids could openly discuss their experiences and hang-ups. Ted just listened, and a look came over his face of fear and confusion.
"It means you have to be honest, though, no bullshitting," said Carl. "Really."
"Who bullshits, man?" said Ted. "You do, Ted. Christ man, you are the biggest bull shitter around. That's why you don't make out so hot. All you do is bullshit!"
Ted found this hard to swallow, but he managed to. "Alright, listen," he said. "I want to I get in on it, how do I do it?"
"Just take it slow first of all," said Carl. He was very concerned that Ted might shoot off his mouth and start telling everyone he knew about this class. And that would put Carl in serious trouble with Miss Henderson and the others in the class. "What J I'll do, I'll talk to the teacher who leads it, and see ! if you can get in, or something ... " Ted nodded. "Great," he said. That day after school Carl went into Janice Henderson's room and they had a talk. Other students kept coming in and out, and they really couldn't get any privacy, so they decided to go out someplace. They walked from school over into the business section of town, and into a small park in which grew hedges and trees, and where there were individual, secluded benches where it was possible to talk and be alone. Janice told some of her experiences in New York, and especially about the amazing show they had seen at the tipper East Side; establishment. Carl told about his experiences, in particular about his finding the two lesbians, and how the three of them had a regular thing going now.
"You like it with them?" said Janice.
"Yeh," said Carl. "It's more exciting somehow." Then he changed the subject to Ted, and how he had slipped and let his friend know about the sex education classes, and that Ted was someone who could really benefit from them ... and could he join the class? Janice was not upset that he had let an outsider know, but she did say it would have been better to talk to her first, then mention it to Ted.
"Yes, it just slipped out," said Carl. "I didn't even intend to tell him."
Janice said the next step would be for her to interview Ted.
"Is he trustworthy?" she said. "I mean if I interview him, and then don't take him in the class, will he reveal us? He could blackmail us or something," she said.
Carl thought a minute. "Well, I'm not sure," he said. "It's a bad thing to say about a friend, but I really don't know. He's ... not the most honest person in the world. But that's exactly why he needs the class."
"We'll just have to take a chance with him then," said Janice. "When do you see him next?"
"Tomorrow in school."
"Alright. Tell him to come and see me after school."'
The next day Carl saw Ted and told him. and after the last class he came into Janice's room. lie Stood by the door looking a little disconcerted, lie had been very surprised to learn that it was Miss Henderson who was conducting the classes. She was an incredibly sexy woman he thought, one he had often had fantasies about, and he was turned on by the idea that she would be teaching the class. But he was also a little frightened. Would she look down on him because he had never been with a woman? Would she laugh at his shyness. To cover for this Ted did his usual thing he put on an arrogant front.
"Hi," he said suavely when Janice looked up from papers she was marking.
"Hi." she said. "Sit down. I'll be with you in a second."
"O.k." he sat down in a seal and watched her. She certainly was a good looking woman. Well built, very pretty, and so mature compared with the girls in school. And she teaches sex education! He felt his heart start to pound faster.
She finished the paper she was correcting, and then got up and went to close the door to her room. She came back and sat in her chair. She looked at Ted and smiled.
"So you're a friend of Carl's?" she said.
"Yep. He said ... " and Ted trailed off. He was finding it bard talking to the teacher.
"He said what?" said Janice She decided she'd let Ted do the talking, find out where he was at and what kind of a kid he was.
"That I could ... maybe ... " And then Ted felt a terrible thing start to happen. He was going to cry. Why? Fear? No, more, here was an older woman that he had dreamed of making it with, and she was giving all her attention to ... and it made, him want to cry. He was so embarrassed that she might see it that he got up and started out of the room. He got to the door and opened it and almost forced himself to come back, but he felt the tears in his eyes and he had to run. So he did. Down the hall to the boy's room, in, and into a stall. Then he leaned against the partition and cried, feeling idiotic and totally upset with himself. He pulled some toilet paper off the roll and blew his nose and wiped his eyes. Then he went out and back toward her room.
He knocked and went in. She was correcting papers again. She looked up.
"Sorry," he said. "I had to ... go to the bathroom ... "
She put her pencil down. "Shut the door, Ted," she said. "Why did you really run away?"
"Fear I guess. Also. I started to cry. I was too embarrassed to stay."
"Everyone cries, what was the matter?"
"I don't know."
Janice could see that here was a boy who needed help. The class would be good for him. Obviously he was totally confused by sex and feeling, so that he couldn't even talk with her without getting upset. So she said:
"Would you like to take our sex education class?"
"I think so." he said.
"But you're not sure?"
He approached her desk. "I'm mixed up ... " he said. "Maybe Carl told you about me. I'm confused. I lie a lot. I want a girl but I don't know how to get one. I pretend all the time. See?"
She nodded.
"So I guess the class can help me, right?"
"I think so," she said. "Come this Wednesday night." And she gave him the time and the address.
"Thanks a lot," he said, and left.
Wednesday night the usual ten kids were at Janice's house for the class. It was the first time they had met since she had been back, and everyone was excited and had lots to say about what they had been doing. In the back sat Ted. Janice had introduced him, and he had said hello to everyone, and sat back down. He was amazed at the frank talk in the class.
"I gave my boyfriend a blow job and he came in my mouth and I didn't like it" said a girl. The class discussed this as if it were a history problem, or a math problem. Ted felt himself blushing.
"I wanted to go to bed with this girl but I didn't know how to ask her," said a guy, Ron, who was a big man around school, on the football team etc. Ted was impressed with his honesty. It was incredible. He had those feelings exactly, and usually he covered them up with bravado.
Ron and a girl got into a discussion, and the girl told how she felt when she knew a guy wanted to go to bed with her but kidded around or teased or put her down-all the things guys do instead of being frank and straightforward about how they feel.
Ted couldn't keep still anymore. He jumped up.
"That's what I do," he said. "I do it all the, time, and I hate it. It makes me feel lonely ... I mean I know girls really don't like it."
"Who would you like to go to bed with?" said Miss Henderson. Ted blushed. "Oh ... I don't know." he said.
"Come on Ted," said three or four kids, "who is it?"
Ted looked at the teacher. "With you," he said. "With me?" said Janice.
Ted looked as if he were about to be arrested for confessing. "Yeh," he said.
"I'm flattered," said the teacher.
Ted almost fainted. "You mean you don't think I'm bad?" he said.
The class laughed good naturedly. Ted felt a huge sense of relief. And low and behold, up front, Janice was unbuttoning her blouse. "Why didn't you say so before?" she said.
Ted just stared. "You want me to ... ? " he said.
"Come on up here," said Janice.
Ted found himself sleep-walking almost, sort of floating up to the front of the room. By the time, he got there Miss Henderson was nearly totally undressed. She was down to her bra and panties. Ted came to within a few feet of her and then stopped.
"You like?" she said.
He just stared wide-eyed. The class fell silent.
He moved closer and whispered into her ear: "I'm a virgin."
"So?" she said. "We all are until we're not." He stared some more.
"Unhook my bra," she said, and turned her back to him.
With fingers that shook he did. Her bra fell away. And she turned around. The most beautiful sight in the world was offered him. Her full, lovely breasts, in the flesh, for real, for HIM, were staring him in the face.
He could only stare. And then awkwardly, he reached out and touched her. He held one of her tits in his palm, and simply felt the lovely smooth texture. He thought he might faint.
"Wow ... " he said.
"Nice?" said Janice. Looking at her naked like this, he couldn't believe that she would want him touching her. It was too much. He looked down along her body, at the material of her panties, the only clothes that remained on her, and saw that here was a woman, full-naked-and ready for him. He had no idea what to do. Also, the fact that 10 other people were watching didn't help. But he acted anyway. He embraced her. And she pressed her body against him, and kissed him. He returned the kiss and his self-consciousness melted away. and she was pressing her curved body against him as if she liked him.
"You like me?" she said.
"Like you? I love you," he answered.
The class tittered, and spoke encouraging words:
"Touch her!"
"Don't just stand there."
"Kiss her breast."
Ted heard these with half his attention, and with the other half he was beginning to really feel her in his arms. And then she was helping him out of his clothes. Off came his shirt and his shoes and then his pants. His hard-on was poking out of the material of his jockey shorts. He thought he would be embarrassed for all to see his condition-the fact that he had a hard-on, but he wasn't. He was very interested though to see what HER reaction would be.
"Beautiful!" she said, looking down at him.
And she pulled his underpants down, off his swollen joint, and dropped them to his ankles. He was fully exposed.
He was a young 15. All his pubic hair was not in, and his dick was more a boy's certainly that a man's. No doubt about it. His skin was smooth and boyish, and his chest was not fully developed. But he was sexy nevertheless, thought Janice, and she began to caress him and reach for his dick. When she touched him there he jumped a little, like a young colt feeling the bridle for the first time, and she had to steady him by patting him on the head and cooing in his ear.
The rest of the class was watching with full interest. Here was a boy being with a woman for the first time! They all remembered their first sexual experiences and knew that it would not be so easy for him though it would not be the traumatic experience he probably expected.
Janice took his hand and placed it on her crotch. At first his hands just sat there, as if totally inanimate, but then little by little they moved. In a few moments he was searching for her cunt, though he wouldn't have known what it fell like.
"Under the panties, baby," said Janice.
He put his hand down the front of her panties and felt her pubic hair. Thick .and nice. It thrilled him.
"Take them off," she said encouragingly.
He pulled her panties down and saw everything. And now he was more excited than inhibited. He was shedding his immature notions of rejection, embarrassment, inhibition. Here was something that was worth all the effort and honesty in the word! A woman. Something in him came awake, and he knew, unconsciously, that there was nothing to be afraid of. He now had his hand buried deep in her crotch. She was standing and she spread her legs, kicking her panties off her ankle, and then raised one leg and balanced her foot on a couch. Her entire crotch was exposed and ready. All he had to do was find what was there.
His hand found her cunt. It was wet! Had she peed? He wondered. His face must have communicated his consternation, and she laughed.
"Men get hard-ons, women get wet. Lubrication. It means I'm getting ready to receive you,I" sin-said.
His eyes nearly popped out of his head. "Wow," he said.
With his hand he now more fully explored this most secret of mysteries: the woman's vagina. It had two little folds of skin, that he explored with his fingers.
"Now you're getting it," said Janice. And it was apparent that she like what he was doing. "Come and sit down," she said.
They sat on the couch, and the rest of the class watched closely. Suddenly Ted found it impossible to be relaxed with all these eyes on him.
"Could we do this in private?" he said.
"Do the people watching bother you?. . .said the teacher.
"Yes. It makes me feel too exposed."
"Does anyone have a suggestion for Ted?" said the teacher. She was holding his dick, and at the same time talking to the class.
"If he wants it in private, give it to him in private," said a voice.
"That's one solution," said Miss Henderson.
"Don't worry, we can entertain ourselves alright if you want to go into the bedroom with him," said a girl, grinning. The rest of the class agreed.
"Well, in view of the fact that it's his first time," said the teacher. "I guess it is best."
She stood up, and still holding Ted by the erect cock, led him toward a door. "The rest of you at ease!" she said. This brought a laugh from everyone. Janice and Ted disappeared through a door into her bedroom.
Inside the bedroom, Ted stood still as Janice walked toward the bed. She turned and looked at him over his shoulder, and saw that he was hesitating. She turned to face him. Her stark nakedness was so amazing to him, and he looked at her swaying tits, her reddish, pert nipples, her flat stomach on which the muscles stood out plainly and smoothly, her rounded white hips, her crotch, with the fantastic patch of dark hair forming a triangle, her thighs, her calves . ... And he felt his own total exposure, standing there, cock standing firm, hard, ready.
She beckoned to him. "Come on," she said.
He came over to her and she sat on the bed. She .took him around the waist, her arms encompassing him gently, and the next thing he knew she was rubbing her cheek against his dick. It felt so good. She felt his hesitation, however, and said:
"Just do what comes naturally."
He took this as his cue, and let go. In a second he was thrusting his dick at her, fucking at her face, and wanting his cock in her mouth. She opened, and took it in. When he felt his cock make contact with her mouth, her wet saliva wetting his joint, her cool tongue and lips caressing his steaming joint, he thought he was in heaven. He bent over slightly, and pumped his hips. She tightened the pressure of lips and tongue on him, and slipping in and out, he lost all control over himself. And just as he was about to come, she released him and said:
"Slow down a little. What's the rush?"
This was like a dash of cold water on him, and it had its effect. He slowed down his effort, and backed off a little. His dick was red and ready to burst, but her words kept him from having an incomplete orgasm. She lay back on the bed, and spread her arms and legs. He saw that it would have been a loss to come so soon. He looked down at her. Her breasts, now that she was laying flat on her back, were spread out, the fleshiness contributing to their widening, and they seemed incredibly delectable and lovely. She was like the centerfold in PLAYBOY, Her flesh was smooth, pinkish-white, and he pictured himself lying on top of her. My God, he thought, is this going to be something! He saw her legs, spread a few inches, her bushy pubic hair, and what he wanted most now was her cunt. He sat on the bed and swung his legs up, and was lying alongside her. He wanted that pussy. He rested his head on her belly, and with his hands began to explore her cunt. The hair, the folds of the cunt lips, the wetness that was all about the region, it was all incredible to him.
And she was caressing him vigorously. His chest, his neck, his belly, and one hand played about his dick.
"What would you like to do?" he said.
"What would YOU like?" came the answer.
He knew. And he went for it. He had to see all there was in her crotch. He squirmed down so that he was below the level of her pelvis, and peered up into her twat. There it all was. The closing lines of her buttocks came together, and her hair adorned it too, and deep between her legs was her cunt. She spread very wide for him to see, and his finger found the cleft that was the entrance to her pussy. His middle finger played about the opening, and then he pushed it in. Soft, wet, warm. In it went, in, in, in. He raised himself on his knees, and taking his dick in his other hand, moved his hips in toward her.
He kept iiis finger lodged in her cunt, and then lowered himself down, and his cock made contact with the opening. He pushed it in. and screamed aloud in sheer delight. He had never even imagined that it could be that good, that full, lie pushed and pushed, and fell himself towering over her. fell like a man, ramming it home, fucking this gorgeous woman.
They fucked for ten minutes. They said little, but their bodies responded, seemed to get closer and closer through it all, and she gave back all I he energy that she received. Something in him mounted to a higher and higher pitch, and he felt his dick become like an electric generator, and his entire body was alive with power and energy. His face was on her neck, and he nibbled at her ear, and her arms were lightly around him. She held him for awhile about the shoulders, then about the back, then about the ass. With each shift of her hands he felt even closer, more deeply embedded in her, more involved in the magic of the total fucking experience.
When he came it seemed to start deep in him somewhere and grow until his whole body was on fire, and she raised her legs, raised her thighs, spreading even wider than he thought would be possible, receiving him. He discharged, shooting come into her, and she arched her back, pushing up for it, her cunt enveloping him, and seemed to drink in each spirit of come as if it was nourishing her; it was what she had been waiting for.
Even though he had come, he kept fucking. He didn't want it to be over. He just kept pumping away, and then, by magic it seemed, his dick began to swell again. This had a definite effect on Janice. She said:
"You young dynamo! You're going to give it to me again!"
"Glee mounted in him, and he knew that his youth and his sex were a vast reservoir of energy for pleasure.
"Sure I'm giving it to you again," he said. "Why not?"
She just grinned and clutched him to her. "Well come on then!" she said. And they started again.
Meanwhile, out in the living room, the other members of the class had sat and talked awhile, some had gone home to do homework, and some had stayed. Five kids were left, among them, Carl. He was of course curious to know how things were going with Ted in the bedroom. He was sure of course that Janice was giving him the treat of his life, and that Ted would emerge a different person. Carl was sitting with two girls, Martha and Justine. They were both seniors, and they talked.
"I guess Ted is getting initiated," said Martha. She was a short, well-built girl who wanted to be a nurse.
"Yeh," laughed Justine, a stocky girl with braces on her teeth.
"I'm glad he came," said Carl. "Like, he's a nice guy but he just needed some real experience ... "
Martha took Carl's hand in hers.
"I need something too," she said. Carl caught on and put an arm around her and kissed her. She responded, and they kissed a deep french kiss. The other girl, Justine, started to move away, but Carl took her hand and made her stay. When he broke away from Martha he kissed Justine. She was a little surprised.
"One not enough for you?" she said.
"Not if I can get two," she responded.
Justine cocked her head and said: "Greedy!"
"Don't stick around if you don't want to," said Carl. But a light flickered in Justine's eyes, and she moved closer for another kiss.
Carl was now really turned on, and with one arm around Martha he had the other around Justine, and alternately kissed one then the other. Then he began to feel Martha's breasts. She was very buxom, and sensual, and she seemed to like what he was doing. When he moved his hand she took it and placed it back on her breast.
"I want some too," said Justine. Carl looked and saw that she had unbuttoned her blouse in expectation of the coming intimacy. Carl put his hand under the open front of the blouse and felt along the cups of her bra. She was also large-breasted. Carl, experienced in making it with two girls now, began to stroke them both at the same time. Soon he had Martha's sweater off, and she had no bra on, and her breasts, ripe and ready, jiggled under the caressing of his hands. Justine leaned into him at the same time, and she unhooked her own bra and let it fall to the floor. Carl was now surrounded by flesh, and felt the fantastic stimulation from the sight and feel of the female bodies. Martha, feeling playful evidently, spread her legs and got him in a scissors wrestling hold. She squeezed, and laughed. At the same time. Justine, catching on, twisted his arm up behind his back in a half-Nelson.
"Oh, you want some wrestling, do you?" said Carl.
"Sure;, " said the girl's, scrambling to pin him down. Carl let them have their way, thinking, what could be better than to be pinned and out-wrestled by two lovely half naked chicks? So down he went on his back and they fell on top of him.
"Pin him down!" said Justine.
"Tickle him," said Martha.
They started to tickle him. They pulled his shirt up and started in on his ribs. Carl was ticklish, and though he concentrated on now letting it get to him, he couldn't pull it off, and soon he was bursting with laughter. It was pleasant for a few moments, and then it was painful. So he decided he'd had enough of that-and he pushed out from under the combined weight of the girls and got to his knees. But they weren't going to give up that easily. They tried to push him back down, and he had to fight his way to a standing position. In another corner of the living room, the other two kids who had stayed-a guy and a girl-were on the floor in a passionate embrace. Carl didn't have time to look at them long, because the girls were back on him. He decided: O.k., I can play rough too.
As Martha came at him he caught her around the waist, and in one movement, unzipped her jeans, pulled them down, and went for her cunt.
She had on blue bikini panties, and lie didn't hesitate: he had them down around her knees in no time. She squealed, and the sensation of being stripped both pleased her and made her feel a little less aggressive. Carl saw this and decided to capitalize on it. He turned and caught Justine by the shoulders and pulled her down and did the same thing to her. She was wearing a skirl and he simply yanked it up exposing her thighs and crotch. She let out a yell of glee, and Carl, before she could slop him, had pulled her panties down also, and was wrestling her to the floor. He wasted no time. He had his dick out and in a second was plunging it into Justine's cunt.
"Rape!" she yelled out, good naturedly.
"You started it!" said Carl, lie was plunging his cock into her as fast as he could.
Now he felt a hand on his back, trying to pull him off. He looked over his shoulder. It was Martha. "Stop raping my friend!" she said.
"O.k., " said Carl, and he pulled his dick out of Justine, and pulled Martha down at the same time. He spread her legs quickly, expertly, and forced his way in. She was open-mouthed in surprise at this move. Now Justine was getting back up on her knees and she was trying to force Carl off Martha.
"I want it," said Justine. She was sucking Carl's ear in the process.
"No I want it," said Martha, and now that Carl had penetrated her, she was all for it, pulling him in with her hands about his buttocks.
"Let's be gentle and take turns," said Cart, now more interested in serious love-making than in the wrestling, and the girls seemed to find this a good idea, and he and Martha adjusted rhythms and posture, him lying down on top of her, she spreading wide, and the fucking became intense and silent. Justine, lay on her side, one tit resting on the rug, and watched.
Back in the bedroom, both Ted and Janice went in the most advanced stages of fulfillment. They were, fucking, and it had nearly gone to a mystical plane, because Ted bad kept fucking when be had come, and this had allowed Janice to keep going without loosing any momentum, and her pleasure had continued uninterrupted, and now, as she felt herself approaching orgasm, she knew that the duration and stimulation of this session with Ted was going to result in a multiple orgasm for her, and that she would be as satisfied as it would be possible to be. She was holding him tightly, pulling him into her, and then, as her body seemed to get lighter and lighter, she let go of him and let her arms slide down to her side, and simply enjoyed the sensation of totally receiving his cock and his energy.
On his part, Ted, being as it was his first time, and he had never had an experience, like it before, felt he was simply entering a new world of sensation.
"I'm going to come," he said.
"Me too," came the older woman's breathy voice.
"When?" he said.
"When you do," she said.
He increased his tempo ever so slightly, and then he felt it start to happen. It was like a flower opening in his guts, and his dick seemed to turn to fire, and then wamo! he came. Wave after wave of pleasure went through him. his diek discharged, and into her he shot a load of come. She emitted a high-pitched wail of glee, and then he fell her body go rigid for a second, and she was like a puppet whose strings were broken, and she came.
Her cunt went into contractions, and her arms tightened around him, and she clamped her legs tight, about his thighs. Together, they came, I heir mouths locked in a deep kiss, and then they broke apart, each laughing uncontrollably from the joy of the moment.
They lay still, and he withdrew his dick, lb-knelt over her, and come was dripping down from his cock. He looked at her sweat-smooth body. Her twat was wide, and come was dripping from it down onto the sheets.
"Jesus Christ! he said. "Jesus Christ." All he could do was say it over and over.
"You are fantastic," she said. And she threw her arms around him and embraced him again.
Meanwhile in the front room Carl was having the time of his life with Martha and Justine. He. fucked with Martha, but Justine got tired of waiting and watching, so she climbed on top of Carl and tried to fuck him. She rubbed her pussy against his hard, well-muscled ass, and pumped down, as he thrust his dick into Martha. Then Justine, throwing all inhibition to the winds, let her head down over Carl's shoulder and began to suck one of Martha's tits. Carl was taken by surprise by this, then felt: what the hell!
Martha was surprised too and said:
"Hey, what is this, a gay scene all of the sudden?"
But she felt the sucking, and liked it, and as it increased her pleasure, and as Carl continued his fierce fucking of her cunt, she thought: who cares?
So the three of them were locked together. Carl, after a few moments, worked one hand back and between his buttocks and Justine's hips, and with a little more maneuvering, found her crotch. His finger slipped into her cunt, and so he managed to finger-fuck her at the same time as his joint was doing a job on Martha.
This drove Justine wild, and her fucking increased in vigor, and soon she was reaching orgasm herself. Carl felt the increase of pressure from her hips and thighs, and knew that she was reaching a pitch of pleasure.
Martha, beneath him, was nibbling on his neck and his chest, sucking his nipples and vigorously taking his cock deeper and deeper into herself, and all three were mounting toward orgasm.
Justine was the first to come.
"OOoohhhhh ... " she groaned, and her thighs closed tightly about his hand.
The excitement of this brought Carl off.
"Fuuucckk." he said, and his cock discharged deep into Martha's womb. This brought her off, and she arched her back, lifting both Carl and Justine higher into the air, and spreading wide, let her orgasm flow through her.
Behind the threesome, Janice and Ted, naked, satiated, stood in the doorway. They looked casually over the scene, and Janice said:
"See what you've been missing, Ted?"
He hugged her body, feeling the deep satisfaction of their love making, and said, "Yeh. And would you believe, I'm ready again?"
Janice looked down at his dick. It was semi-hard. She stared at him.
"Come on then!" They went back into the bedroom.
Ed grabbed several pillows and spread them across the floor. Janice sank down on top of them on her stomach.
"Wow, this is going to be more fun than I thought," Janice said.
"Spread your legs, baby, please, hurry," Ted whispered. He had never felt so desperate for more pussy in his life. He sank down on top of her. His prick was rock hard and he thrust it up into her twat in one smooth motion while his hands slid between her body and the pillows and grabbed hold of her tits. He squeezed as hard as he could. Janice let out a quick, brief cry of pain as his cock fucked deeper into her cunt the way she loved it.
"Oh, fuck, oh lord, geezus, oh no," Ted cried. He felt her muscles give way and knew now he wasn't hurting her. He felt like a wild man, fucking as hard as he could. Their bodies made a slapping noise each time he came down on her where the mixture of sweat and the juices from her cunt had made both of them soaking wet. They both came in a roaring cry, together. At last he felt completely and fully satiated, manful and experienced.
