Barbara Keller is married and, along with her husband, has spent the last six years (before and after the marriage) living inside a bright yellow bus ... the type vehicle usually called a "hippie wagon." She likes living on wheels and is particularly fond of the mobility and freedom it gives her. They travel extensively, from Alaska down into Brazil and back, constantly moving. Their stories become the most complex and involved tales of river-fording and broken down ferry boats and nonexistent highways.
But Barbara Keller wouldn't want it any other way. She says the insight she has gained, into all the various Americas and the various different types of American citizens, regardless of nationality, has helped her immeasurably in her day-to-day living.
Frequently Barbara's only form of boredom relief is her typewriter, and when she exhausts herself writing multi-page letters to her friends, she has lately turned to writing a little adult pornography on the side. What you see here as Nancy's Little Boxboys is not her first adult novel, but the first one to reach you through Surrey House, Inc. At present, just outside Brasilia, Barbara Keller is hard at work on her next novel for Surrey Collectors.
Nancy, who has the little boxboys, is a check-out clerk at the supermarket. That she finds her little boxboys terribly attractive, and takes on two of them, sexually, gives her the courage she needs to tackle the big black grocery delivery boys who hang around out back of the store, looking for any sort of thrill to turn them on.
Nancy's Little Boxboys fills up Nancy's every need.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Looking over the checkout counter from where she stood behind the cash register, Nancy Nolan, as her Super-Save Market badge proclaimed her to be, could clearly make out the bulges in the pants of the male customers as they passed. Rubbing her lower abdomen against the back of the counter, to put a firm pressure on the mound of flesh which rose from her crotch between her curving thighs, she bent over the cans and boxes and plastic bags as she passed them down to the end of the counter. The younger customers with their tight Levi's especially aroused her imagination. As she casually leaned over to be closer to the now dormant cocks, so near but so far behind the zippers and buttons, she had to bite the inside of her lip to try to keep her mind from wandering. Visions of what those cocks must look like when hard, swollen and red at the end, dripping some clear, sticky substance until the eruption of warm, creamy, potent sperm jetted forth, danced in Nancy's imagination. Were the young pricks regularly abused by masturbation, as stated in the sex book her mother had bought her?
Nancy's knowledge of these matters came chiefly from the book her mother had given her, and the rumors she had heard from her girl friends. The closest she had come to a real hard cock was the previous Saturday night when her date, Bill Long, the halfback of the school football team, had put her hand on his crotch and she had felt the warm swelling she now imagined with each male customer. Sometimes she thought she should try to drive such thoughts from her mind. True, the sex book said it was normal for a young girl to think about these things, but she felt somehow ashamed. A proper young lady wouldn't spend her time in such crude thoughts. Nancy knew that some of the other girls had done things with boys, however, and she couldn't help being interested.
Tonight was Friday night and Nancy and her friend Linda Sandige had a double date with Bill and Linda's boyfriend, Bob. A couple of weeks before Linda had taken her to a birth control clinic and the gynecologist had prescribed birth control pills for her. Yesterday was the end of the waiting period for the pills to take effect. As of today she had the sexual restraint of the fear of pregnancy lifted. After eighteen years she was ready to enter a new phase of her life.
"Nancy, Nancy, wake up! Why are you sitting that way on your stool?" the voice of Denny Bradshaw, one of the box boys, interrupted her reverie.
Nancy flushed red as she realized that she had positioned on the edge of her high stool so that her cunt rubbed over the hard metal edge, slowly back and forth as she mused.
"You've got a customer, Hotsie," said Denny. Nancy thought Denny was a wise-ass kid, and had been ever since she was six and he was five and had lived on the same block. But he was getting kind of cute in the last year. Cute but a nuisance.
"Okay, okay," said Nancy, turning to the customer. She blushed again to find a man of about thirty-five with a short clipped moustache and beady eyes who had clearly read some of her thoughts.
"I want two packs of Camels, also," he said. She could feel his penetrating gaze drop with her long brown hair to her shoulders, then linger on her large, firm breasts. Nancy felt like she was wearing a see-through blouse and bra as he looked at the fine globes of smooth flesh, tipped by coral brown nipples that were hard enough in her embarrassment to protrude slightly, even through her uniform. Her breasts had already started to grow from the birth control pills and she was acutely conscious of how far out from her chest was the name badge which sat jauntily above her right nipple. The customer smiled slightly as he looked at the fine curves leading up to the two pointed tips. His glance dropped down her smooth stomach to her hips, like a portable X-ray, then back up to her eyes.
"What time do you get off work, Honey?" he asked.
"I'm sure it's of no possible interest to you, sir!" Nancy sputtered.
She fumbled with the cigarette packs in the wire rack behind the cash register and one tumbled to the floor. As she bent over to pick it up she could feel her skirt hiking up in the back so that it almost reached the thin strip of cotton panties which covered her now moist pussy. Rubbing on the stool had started her juices flowing and she was afraid a wet spot might show. She could hear the customer whistle slowly to himself and hear Denny Bradshaw snickering at the end of the counter as he waited to put the groceries in a bag. Her firm young ass felt like a bright red neon sign. She finally got the groceries together and rang up the bill. The man laughed to himself as he left and Denny Bradshaw was mercifully called to another checkstand.
Mr. Milton, in his blue store manager smock, had overseen some of Nancy's consternation and came to her rescue. "Why don't you take a break from the checkstand and help out in the produce department?"
"Oh, yes sir, thank you, sir," said Nancy.
"Help clean the vegetables until time for your coffee break," said Mr. Milton.
"Yes sir, I will," she answered.
Mr. Milton watched her beautifully curved, tight young ass, almost upturned as though somebody had grabbed it by the asshole and pulled it up, as Nancy walked away. Her ass twitched from side to side with each step, as if she could clearly feel her ripe young snatch between her legs, the hair now pressed into a flat curl around her clitoris by her panties. The top of the panties had been pulled up by the belt of her uniform and the wet cloth had made a fold along the outside lips of her sensitive vagina, almost itching. Mr. Milton smiled to himself.
When Nancy reached the produce department Artie, the produce chief, told her to wash down some vegetables in the back room with a water spray. "There's a spray gun on a hose from the faucet," he said.
"With hot or cold water?" she asked.
"Better use hot at first," he said. "There is a lot of insecticide which should be washed off those melons." Under his breath he muttered, "I'd like to wash off your melons, Baby!"
Nancy went into the back, turned the water on warm, and began to spray the melons. As she bent over the edge of a crate to reach the furthest melons, her crotch rested on the wood. This excited the same pleasant sensation that she had felt before she was interrupted on her stool. She hadn't been able to reach the satisfaction of orgasm then and the following events had made her nervous. She began to move her ass forward and back on the corner of the crate, all the while clutching the warm hose. She squeezed the hose with her fingers and the warm water running down her forearm felt very reassuring.
An idea crept into her mind as her lips parted and she began to breathe harder. She pulled her skirt up to her waist and pushed the back of her panties down over her pale white ass, exposing the hair which began to curl just forward of her pulsating anus. This left a bare space over her furry crack as she straddled the corner of the crate and rubbed her mons veneris against a round firm melon. She inserted her hand with the warm water sprayer between her rocking thighs and directed a gentle fine spray of warm water against her clitoris. She pressed the trigger on and off, on and off, so that the warm pressure washed over her little button of pleasure again and again, the warm stream trickling down across the mouth of her cunt. As her excitement and arousal mounted she moved faster and faster and the water mingled with her own gooey juices. At last, unable to stand the vacant feeling in her vagina she pushed the nozzle of the sprayer up into her cunt with her finger, spraying again and again as she clutched her hips in the throes of orgasm on the warm metal. She clutched her cunt in waves of pressure as a feeling of sweet relief spread throughout her whole body. She heaved up and down three times then collapsed gently onto the pile of melons, with the nozzle of the warm sprayer still jammed up her fuck hole. She lay still, content, satisfied, with water dripping through her soaked panties and forming a puddle on the floor.
"Oooh, oooh," Nancy sighed to herself, "that feels a little better."
It took another minute or so before she realized that there were two human forms standing a few feet behind her.
CHAPTER TWO
Artie, the vegetable man, spoke first. "Well, you seem to be doing quite a job on those melons!"
Denny Bradshaw, standing at his side, just stood there with his mouth open and a pronounced lump in his pants.
Nancy's eyes sank. At first she was too surprised to be embarrassed. Then she pulled the sprayer out of her pants and it clattered to the floor. She turned over, still lying on the melons. Her face reflected mortification. Flashes of shame and fear raced through her mind. Her mother had caught her masturbating before but nothing like this had ever happened. Would they tell Mr. Milton? Would she lose her job?
"I ... I ... I'm sorry. Oh, Artie ... I didn't want to ... I ... I," she stammered.
"Now, now," said Artie, "nothing the matter with having a little fun." He turned to Denny, whose gape was becoming a grin. "Looks like we've got a hot little pussy here doesn't it?"
"Wow!" was all Denny could say, but he seemed to agree.
"Yep, pretty nice," said Artie.
"Pretty nice all right, Artie," said Denny.
Artie turned back to Nancy and said, "No, nothing at all the matter with having a little fun. I wouldn't mind having a little fun myself. But next time, if I may make a suggestion, instead of a sprayer try one of these!"
As he spoke, Artie stepped past a big bunch of bananas and picked off a ripe one. Before Nancy knew what was happening he had stepped up to her, pulled her legs open and poked the banana up her cunt.
"Wait ... no," said Nancy, clutching at his arm.
"This won't hurt a bit," said Artie, "you're so juicy I could stick my leg in."
"Artie, don't hurt her," said Denny. "What are you going to do?"
"Listen, nobody is going to get hurt. Now just watch."
The banana went in an inch or two and then met resistance. Artie rubbed it around a little, parting the hair and rubbing the side of the banana against her clit. Nancy looked apprehensive but her eyes started at the sensation.
"Wait, wait," she said, "I'm a virgin. Please!"
"I certainly aim to please," said Artie. "And I can please you more when you aren't a virgin any more." Giving the banana a push, it suddenly gave way and went in about four inches. Nancy gasped and gave a little cry. The side of the banana showed briefly red. "Red meat, my favorite," said Artie.
He squeezed on the banana and the peel broke, the soft fruit squeezing out. Nancy stared in a mixture of pain, disbelief and a warm glow of having something so far up inside of her.
"You popped her cherry!" said Denny.
Artie turned to the young boy, who was shaking his head in amazement. "Denny, run get me some ice cream, chocolate syrup, and a cherry to go with the one we just popped. Oh, and a spoon!"
"Okay," said Denny as he spun around and started off.
"Don't you worry about a thing, kid," said Artie. "This is going to feel good." He leaned over her. She was still lying on the melons, with her uniform on the upper half of her body. Artie squeezed and pressed on her boobs a little, rolling the firm centers of the fleshy mounds around and around, feeling for the nipples. Slowly he began to undo the row of buttons down the front of her dress, spreading it open so that Nancy lay there with only sleeves and bra covering her. Artie reached under and undid her bra strap. He pushed the loose bra up around her neck and looked at her.
Her feet were on the side of the melon crate, with her knees up and spread wide apart. The banana, somewhat mushed up by now, was sticking out of her cunt. A triangle of dark curly hair in the vee of her crotch formed a background for the yellow fruit. A little blood had trickled out beside it and run down into her asshole, then down the crack between her cheeks and into the melons. Her stomach was flat and smooth in a narrow waist which tapered from her not yet fully flared hips. Her ample breasts were sagging down now, one down each side of her chest, forming a little bulge under each arm, with the round, red-brown nipples on the uphill side of each bulge. Her nipples were hard with goose bumps in apprehension. Between them was a flat expanse of chest where a lover's chest might lie.
Artie held her two arms down and licked her nipples, biting them softly as Nancy cried and moaned. Artie had just started licking towards her crotch when Denny ran back in with the goodies.
"Here's that stuff you wanted, Artie," he said.
"Great," said Artie. "Here, you hold her hands."
Artie pulled the banana peel out, pushed her legs back so that her cunt faced straight up, plopped in a scoop of ice cream and poured on some chocolate syrup.
"Oooh, that's so cold!" said Nancy, squirming against Denny's hold.
"Don't worry, we'll warm you up," said Artie.
He put a cherry right on her clit and rolled it around. Nancy moaned and squirmed, but more from pleasure. Artie kneeled down between her legs and started to lick. First he licked up from her butthole, slurping up the mixture of ice cream, chocolate, and a little blood. He licked across her brown bridge of skin to her cunt as her ass twitched with growing excitement. He ran his tongue into her vagina, along a piece of banana. "Shirk!" the banana slid into his mouth. "Yum, yum," he said, "banana split beaver!"
"Oh, oh," said Nancy, starting to move her pelvis slowly against his head. Her attention was diverted by the pressure of Denny's young cock, through his pants, against her arm. She looked at it and Denny looked at her. He unzipped his fly and his prick sprang out, stiff as a rod. He pulled her hand to it and her fingers closed around the warm rubbery flesh. Her first feel of a hard penis! She ran her thumb around the ridge of skin where he had been circumcised. She felt the slit in the head where a slimy lubricant was regularly issuing forth. She rubbed the liquid around the tip, pushing it around and around. Then she slowly ran all her fingers down the length of his stout pole, to where the furry sacks dropped. She clasped his balls tenderly, feeling with a finger up the root of his cock to his anus.
Meanwhile, Artie was almost finished with his sexy snack. He rolled the cherry around her clitoris with his tongue, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She clutched hard on Denny's cock, stroking it up and down.
"Oh, that feels so good," the young boy said.
"What am I doing?" asked Nancy, as she squeezed a drop of juice from his throbbing prick.
When Artie ate the cherry his teeth closed gently on her quivering clitoris and she writhed and squeezed on the box boy's cock.
Nancy felt uncertain, almost repulsed by the soft, rubbery texture. She felt the hollow tube up the underside and felt the loose outside skin slide over the hard core. "I've ... uh ... this is the first time I ever felt a ... a ... uh-"
"Cock!" said Artie. "That's his cock. Also his prick, his dick, unit, member, pole, meat, rod, bologna, stick, tool, and a lot of other names, too."
"It feels kind of weird. I don't know," said Nancy.
"It feels fine to me!" said Denny, as he slightly pumped with his hips.
"You'll learn to love 'em," said Artie, "that I can guarantee you. Here, have a gander at a slightly different model." He stood up and walked around to the other side of the girl, unzipped his pants, and flopped out his penis near her face. She pulled her head back a little and raised her eyes as she stared at the pink tube of flesh, wide in the middle and slightly tapered at the end. It was enlarged but not completely hard and it bounced a little as it dangled there. A glistening bead of goo formed on the tip, then dropped slowly into a long sticky string and plopped onto her nipple, running down the side of her creamy tit.
"Here, feel it," said Artie, "it hasn't been circumcised." He grabbed her hand and pulled it to his cock, which was perceptibly growing harder and stiffer. The tip had risen about three inches and was pointing up in the air like a cannon. She resisted slightly but was fighting an almost magnetic attraction which pulled her fingertips to his foreskin. She pulled it back and ran her fingers around the tip, probing it gently as more clear juice dripped out.
"Now you know how it feels, next you get to learn how it tastes!" Taking the back of her head in his hand, he pulled her up as he bent slightly to aim his fleshy staff into her face.
"Ugh! No! Leave me alone!" protested Nancy. She closed her mouth as the cock-head impacted. It slid slightly off to the side and formed a little pocket in her cheek. Artie pressed slightly and left a gooey smear across the corner of her lips and on her face.
"Come on, Honey, it's delicious and nutritious. You'll love it. Denny, give me a hand and we'll roll her over and have some action!" Artie seated himself in the melons, some of which were cracking, giving off a sweet smell. He and Denny rolled the somewhat scared but even more excited girl over and removed her bra and uniform. She was bent over the side of the melon crate, ass in the air, legs dangling down the side. Denny held her arms from behind while her chin rested on the furry inside of Artie's leg.
"Artie," she said, "I'm not too sure about this."
"Shush," he said, "do you want what I saw to go on your store work record?"
"Yeah," chimed in Denny, "what do you think that horny old goat Milton would do if he knew you were back here working your boogie off on a stack of melons?"
"Oh, all right," said Nancy with a moan. "Promise you won't tell him!"
"You persuade us," answered Artie, "now open your mouth and suck! And be careful to use mostly lip and not too much teeth. That's the way I like my blow jobs."
He pulled her head over to his cock, pulling her mouth open by the jaw. He stuck his dick into her mouth. Nancy felt the soft hot skin brush against her lips and then hit her tongue. The sticky liquid on the tip tasted warm and salty and she felt a wretch start in her stomach. She repressed it and then another and managed to lick the looser spongy skin on the side of his hot shaft.
"All right, all right!" said Artie, cupping the back of her head in his two hands and pumping the bulging purple head of his hard stiff member in and out of her wet lips. Her saliva trickled down the side of his cock. "Denny, Denny," he said, "here's your chance to get a little pussy. Slip it to her dog style. Do it like a goat. Show her how a bitch in heat feels the hot humping!"
Denny let his pants drop to his knees and somewhat nervously poked his red young rod into the fold of her snatch.
"Fuck her, Kid, fuck her!" said Artie as he reached back and grabbed the cheeks of her ass, one in each hand and spread them, opening her cunt up, tender brown lips hanging loosely on either side of the pink surface which led from the little dent which was her clitoris to the entrance to her inner pleasure. Denny placed the head of his cock on this pink surface and pushed, watching it slide up and in under the brown spot of her anus.
"Oh!" she sighed, feeling her cunt fill with hot male organ for the first time in her life. "I'm really getting it. Oooh! Ooooh!"
After Denny's first couple of clumsy thrusts she started to move her hips in response, her moans were muffled by the pumping prick in her mouth. All three rocked together for a minute or so until Denny's young endurance reached the bursting point. He moaned in a high pitch and, clasping her hips firmly, socked his pelvis against them as hard as he could, his frame wrenching one, two, three times in succession as he shot his hot young load deep into her palpitating pussy. She moaned again, slobbering a little on Artie's cock.
Artie manipulated her head as he pumped with his throbbing cock. A grin, then a look of tension came over his face. He strained, then relaxed as he started to come. At the first spurt of jizz Nancy gagged. She wrenched her head off his prick and half coughed, tears coming to her eyes. Artie's hold pulled her face back against his fleshy fountain. Hot squirts of creamy come splashed into her eye, on the side of her nose, and on her cheek. The viscous flowed together as it ran slowly down her face.
Nancy recovered from her gag and Artie slipped his meat back into her mouth. "Lick it off," he ordered.
Nancy sucked like a baby on his prick until it could come no more. Artie took her hand in his and ran it up and down the length of his large cock, wide in the middle, as he slowly relaxed.
"I think it's time for a coffee break," said Denny.
Artie only grinned.
CHAPTER THREE
Normally Nancy took her coffee break in the snack bar adjoining the market, with the rest of the employees. Today, however, she dreaded the thought of trying to make conversation with anyone there. She walked two blocks to the Busy Bee Cafe. As she approached she could see through the windows with their short calico curtains that there were few customers. The cafe was always bustling at lunch hour because of the tasty home-cooked meals. At 10:30, however, only a few late breakfast eaters remained.
Nancy found a booth on the corner and sat down. Brushing aside a magazine on the seat she sat down in the corner by the window. She rested her head on her hands and stared fixedly at the table. Doubts and strange new emotions tormented her. What kind of horrible thing had she let happen to her?
"Why can't I just think about cooking or sewing or something normal?" she whispered to herself. "Sexual intercourse," the words resounded in her mind. She'd read all about it in sex education books of course, but it still seemed almost like a sin. Nancy's mother had made sure that she understood the function of the penis and the vagina. She had known in words that the erect penis of the male partner is inserted into the vagina of the female partner. She understood that the pale penis forcefully ejaculated the sperm, which entered the mouth of the womb. But that seemed so different from the hot pumping she had just received.
Nancy's friend Linda had been having sex with her boyfriend for a few months. Linda had been taking pills and seemed to be safely enjoying herself. So when Linda told Nancy that she could get pills from her gynecologist without anyone knowing, Nancy had decided to take some on a trial basis. She had certainly felt desire before when she had kissed Bill Long on their dates. He'd wanted to pet but Nancy knew this could lead to dangerous things. She'd had to stop him but each time it got harder. She did feel that she'd like to try something but it was so dangerous. But with the pills she would be free to make her own decision without the terrible fear of disastrous pregnancy. She'd planned to tell Bill tonight on their double date with Linda and Bob. This might help them to establish a more meaningful relationship within the love they thought they felt for each other.
But what had happened today was horrible. Not that it had all felt bad, but the idea that she'd been, well ... screwed, and by that Denny Bradshaw smart aleck. Nancy wished she could just sink through the floor and disappear. And the memory of that horrible Artie's fat cock in her mouth! Ick! Her mouth felt foul, contaminated. And she really had let them do it to her. A mixture of fear and a strange fascination had kept her from resisting too much. Some of it she'd actually enjoyed. That pleasure now seemed very base and low. How could she ever face anyone again? By now tears were flowing down her cheeks.
"Is something the matter, Miss?" The waitress was standing there looking down on her.
"No, no!" sobbed Nancy. "Nothing at all. Bring me some coffee, please."
Trying to put her mind on other matters, Nancy picked up the magazine she had brushed aside. It appeared to be some religious tract, the Cozmic Message. She started to read: "This means you. Mankind has the potential to wreck the Earth. If he doesn't start to act more reasonably and maturely he will. What can you ... " She read no further. It seemed newspapers and magazines only upset her more these days. Nervously, she tore the magazine in two. Nancy needed something to cheer her up.
She gazed out the window, trying to stop her tears. Across the street was Helen's Boutique. Red and yellow crepe paper and paper flowers in the window display looked happy. Nancy fixed her mind on a pair of pants on display. By concentrating on the bright pattern she elevated her spirits a little. Then a familiar form appeared in the doorway of the shop. It was her friend Linda Sandige. Linda's bouncy red hair fell onto a new yellow blouse with green trim which matched a pair of hot pants so short you could almost see hair hanging out. Nancy had to laugh a little, Linda looked so carefree.
Nancy ran to the door of the cafe and called out, "Linda, oh Linda!"
"Nancy, hello!"
"Come over and have some coffee," said Nancy.
The waitress had already brought one cup of coffee. Linda started across the street. Nancy turned to the waitress, "Another cup of coffee, please!"
As Linda walked over to her Nancy could see that her large, rounded breasts bounced freely under the tight yellow cloth. The outline of her nipples could be clearly seen. Linda had no bra on. Nancy felt envious of her friend who was a year older and was going to Lincoln Junior College. Linda stood out at college, as she would in any crowd. Her natural good looks, pale, slightly freckled skin with full lips, slim arms and full breasts, saucy ass and sculptured legs were accented to erotic advantage by the way her very short pants clung to each buttocks. The way her breasts were displayed to attractive advantage contrasted sharply with the way Nancy's starchy but rumpled uniform disguised hers. Nancy thought Linda looked sexy but tasteful and she valued her friendship.
"I'm so glad to see you," said Nancy, taking Linda by the hand.
"Nancy, you look like you've been crying," said p Linda.
"I guess I have been, a little," said Nancy, "I feel confused."
"What's the matter?"
"Let's sit down and I'll tell you."
They both walked back to the booth. Linda sat down next to Nancy and put her arm around Nancy's shoulder.
"Now tell me what's bothering you," she said, "did your pills make you feel sick?"
"No, no, I feel fine."
"Are you worried about tonight?"
"Well, sort of. No, not exactly. I don't know how to tell you. I'm worried about sex."
"Well, that's certainly understandable. I was worried too, when I started."
"Linda, I might feel cheap. What would my mother think if she knew I was ... uh...."
"Enjoying your natural heritage."
"But...."
"Your mother would probably be upset if she knew. There are a lot of things that are different now from when your mother was our age. It's hard for her to understand the way things are nowadays, times have changed so much."
"But maybe it would be better to stay a virgin, to be pure for the man I marry."
"Do you think he'll like it if you never try to cook a dinner until you're married? We have natural talents, but we need practice to develop them. Love is very worthwhile, and is worth doing well."
"Oh, Linda, it sounds so nice when you talk about it."
"It is nice," said Linda, "sex is one of the finest pleasures of being alive. When you don't have to worry about getting pregnant, you are free to enjoy the natural gifts of your body.
"Linda, you make me feel so much better. Oh, I have to get back to work. I'll see you tonight. You and Bob will pick us up?"
"Yes," said Linda. "We'll be by about 8:30. Try to wear something sexy. It'll make you feel good."
"I'm so glad I ran into you here. I guess I was getting kind of depressed, but I feel a lot better now."
"Everything will be all right. You just have to relax and enjoy yourself."
"I'm sure I will. I have to go now. See you tonight."
"Good-by," said Linda.
Nancy's step had more bounce to it on her way back. She patted her uniform flat, washed out her crotch in the ladies room and faced the first customer with a smile.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was now late morning in the store. The bustle of early morning deliveries had died down. A lethargic quiet had settled over the store employees at their work. Nancy's was the only checkstand open now and there were never more than one or two customers at a time. Most were young housewives who had come in to purchase the family groceries while the kids were off at school. They wore cheap cotton slacks which fit tighter or looser on various parts of their legs. Most of their legs weren't actually fat, but could be seen to wobble with loose flab as they walked or turned to talk to each other in the line. Pink, powder blue or dirty white furry slippers were the most popular footwear for the ladies. The thin soles were worn almost through and the two-inch fluff was often grimy and snarled. Curlers, more often not covered by any sort of scarf, sat in uneven rows in the hair of many of the young suburban mothers. Nancy could clearly see that many of them were chewing gum as they talked to each other.
"Good morning!" Nancy said cheerfully as a slightly older-than-average housewife stepped past the cash register. She placed her purse on the counter of the stand and turned towards Nancy.
"Hi, Honey!" the woman smiled mechanically with the corners of her eyes and mouth. She had on pale turquoise colored slacks, bulging out with her round abdomen. She wore a short, quilted cotton bathrobe around her shoulders, with little lambs jumping over fences against a pink background in the print. She had a scarf over her curlers and a half-burned cigarette drooped from the corner of her mouth.
As the lady asked for more cigarettes, Nancy couldn't help comparing the appearance of her customer with how her friend Linda had looked. Would Linda, and even Nancy herself, settle down to look like this in another few years, the trim healthy figures settled into white flab? The shiny hair traded for curlers? These thoughts occurred to Nancy as she noticed that the male employees hardly glanced up at these ladies, while the passing of Nancy or any fetching female could take all attention from their work.
"When I get older," she said to herself, "I want to be still worth looking at." She looked down at her flat stomach, over her firm breasts, and told herself that she should try to keep them that way.
The lady left and there were no more customers coming. Nancy looked at her reflection in the wide front window of the supermarket. She turned slowly from side to side, turning her head to watch. Through the stiff material of her uniform she could see her firm, ample young teats rising impishly from her body. She arched her back slightly and pulled her shoulders back so that the twin mounds of flesh protruded even more prominently, like the twin rubber knockers of an old Cadillac. She bounced her body slightly but the boobs stayed fairly firm inside her bra. She remembered how Linda's boobs had looked under nothing but the thin yellow material. Her upturned nipples had bounced gracefully on her firm globes of flesh. They were loose enough to leave no doubt in the mind of the beholder of their shape and size, but firm enough to stick out proudly. Nancy had watched Linda's teats bounce as she walked across the street, first up and down together, then getting out of rhythm, bouncing independently.
"What would I look like with no bra?" she muttered. Since there were still no customers she stepped over toward the window to get a closer look. Her boobs could clearly be seen to be sizeable, but the subtle details of form were hidden by the stiff shape of the bra. "Later on," she said to herself, "I'll have to try it and see."
She looked up at the late morning sky. It was deep blue with a few puffy clouds floating over, changing shape as they passed. One looked like a castle, the wisps of the turrets twisting and writhing. As she watched, it contorted sideways and stretched out, losing its shape, changing into a row of hills or a snow bank before it disappeared from her view. The next cloud had two branches, like a big Y. As they changed they looked like legs. Rising puffs of cloud at the other end looked like breasts. As the two legs blew slightly apart, Nancy noticed the sleek form of a rising jet liner approaching. The nose of the jet was long and thin and straight. Pushing aside all resistance it penetrated the center of the crotch of the cloud, sliding in. Nancy squeezed her own crotch with the muscles of her legs as she watched the long tube slide all the way into the cloud. A brief grin crossed her lips. She glanced again at her form reflected in the window. Behind it she could see a big red delivery truck pull through the parking lot of the store and round the corner of the building toward the back. She turned around and walked back to the checkstand as another housewife pushed her cart full of cereal boxes and TV dinners into the slot.
"Good morning!" said Nancy cheerfully.
"Good morning," answered the woman.
Nancy pulled the items out of the lady's shopping basket one by one, calling out the prices. On some she had to check with a plastic card attached to the cash register. She passed the items down to the end of the stand for a box boy to put into sacks. Denny Bradshaw had been put to work stocking the shelves, so Nancy hadn't had to see him since their encounter earlier in the morning. To judge from the boy's face, he hadn't heard the story. Nancy was relieved to believe that everyone in the market wasn't finding out.
"That will be $14.65," she said to the woman as she rang up the last item and passed it on to the box boy.
"Can I pay with a check?" asked the woman. "Do you have a card on file with the store?" Nancy asked her.
"Yes I do," said the woman.
"Then you may write it for up to ten dollars over your purchase."
"I'll write it for twenty dollars," said the woman.
"Fine," said Nancy. "May I see your drivers license?"
"Here," said the woman, fumbling in her purse.
She found her license and put it on the counter. Borrowing a pen from Nancy, she signed the check and Nancy copied the number from the license on the back and placed the check under the bill rack in the drawer of the cash register. She counted out the lady's change.
"Thank you," said the lady.
"Thank you," said Nancy, as the lady turned to follow the box boy to the door of the market.
As she helped the next customer, Nancy glanced up to see Mr. Milton, the store manager, looking at her through the window of his office, which was raised a few feet above the floor level of the market. Mr. Milton was certainly known by all the store employees to be a girl watcher. Nancy had often caught him staring at her and the other girls. Although he was married and had two small children, it was rumored that he had made advances toward some of the female employees in the past. Nancy hoped this wouldn't happen to her, since she really needed the job. Today she hoped that his interest wasn't sparked by any knowledge of the morning's happenings. He turned back to his desk and Nancy shifted her attention back to the customers.
A few minutes later Mr. Milton approached her at the checkstand. He smiled and put his hand on the bar that separated her checkstand from the next one. His arm missed by a few inches encircling her waist. The gesture was clearly not accidental.
"Nancy," said her boss, "why don't you take a little break?"
She gulped. "What do you want me to do?"
"Some delivery boys are unloading a red truck around the side," he said. "A soap truck. Why don't you go tally their delivery?"
"Okay," she answered.
"Their names are Leroy and Eldridge," he said. "Tell them I sent out to count."
Nancy closed her cash register and chained off the entrance to the checkstand. Mr. Milton stood back and watched as she walked around the end of the checkstands and back through the store to the delivery entrance.
As she walked outside the store, Nancy saw two black men unloading the red truck. One was wheeling a dolly with cartons of different types of detergent down the ramp out of the back of the truck while the other held the ramp stable. The one holding the ramp was thin but not skinny, rather wiry instead. He had a closely trimmed moustache and goatee and a beret on his head. He wore a blue bomber-type jacket and brown and orange bellbottom pants. The other was large and husky. He sported a thick natural hair-do and was clean shaven. Beneath his apron Nancy could see a shiny purple silk shirt. He wore black and white checkered pants.
"Are you Leroy and Eldridge?" she asked, stepping up next to the one holding the ramp.
"I'm Eldridge, he's Leroy," answered the man. "What can I do you for?"
"Do me for?" she said. Then realizing what he meant, she giggled, "Oh, I see. Mr. Milton sent me out to count your delivery."
"You can help me out all right," said Leroy, returning with the empty dolly. "Yes indeed, I could use some of your kind of help." Through his tight pants Nancy could clearly see the pronounced bulge in his crotch.
"I'll start counting," she said. "How many cartons have you taken in already?"
"That was the second load of four," said Eldridge. "That makes eight altogether."
"Eight," said Nancy as she followed Leroy around and watched him climb up into the truck. He bent over to push the dolly up ahead of him. The cloth of the seat of his pants stretched tight and Nancy could see each of his buttocks rippling as he pushed. The impression was one of strength and virility. He loaded the dolly again and wheeled it down the ramp. Nancy checked off four more on her tally sheet.
Eldridge was whistling a catchy tune to himself and tapping the edge of the ramp in time as Leroy returned. Nancy found herself bouncing up and down a little. As Leroy walked by he ran his eyes up and down her form.
"Not too bad," he said. "Miss, you move pretty nice."
"Thank you," said Nancy, blushing.
Leroy climbed the ramp into the truck once again "Hey," he said, "what's your name?"
"Nancy," she answered.
"Come here a minute, Nancy," he said.
Nancy walked up the ramp into the back of the truck. As she approached she could see Leroy reaching behind a pile of boxes in the corner. He picked up a brown paper bag which was twisted around the top. Fiddling with the top he lifted the bag to his lips and tilted it back. He lowered it again and held it out toward her.
"You like a little hit of this wine?" he queried.
"Oh, no. I don't drink," said Nancy, backing away a little.
"This won't hurt you," he said. "It's good. It's Rhine wine and it's good and cold. You ever taste this kind of wine before?"
"No." j
"Well go ahead then. Take a chance. Just a little bit ain't going to hurt you any."
"I don't know," said Nancy. "I really shouldn't." She thought for a minute. "I've been kind of nervous this morning. Do you think it would help settle my nerves?"
"Baby, this stuff can settle everything you've got. Go ahead. Try a little sip."
"Well, alright." She took the bag from him and tipped it up to her lips. The wine tasted cool and clean. She swirled the liquid around in her mouth for a moment, then swallowed it. Leroy watched her.
"Well," he said, "what do you think?"
"That's not bad at all," she answered. She took another sip. "Yes, I think I like it."
"Eldridge," Leroy called out, "come here a minute. We're taking a little break." He moved some of the boxes around so that there was one layer of full cartons like a bench. He picked up a couple of thick, quilted cloth pieces used to wrap cargo and spread them over the boxes. "Have a seat, Nancy."
"Thank you," she said, seating herself on the cloth. Leroy lifted one foot onto the bench, standing on the bed of the truck with the other. As he took another swig on the bottle of wine, Nancy looked at the clear outline of his sex organs through his tight pants. As he lowered his head she glanced away towards the door of the truck where Eldridge was climbing in.
"Here," said Leroy, "have another sip."
"Well, okay, I will," she said. She felt reluctant but at the same time excited. She lifted the bottle and tipped her head back to drink. This motion caused her shoulder to come in contact with the inside of Leroy's leg. He rubbed his calf slightly up and down as she drank. She took a bigger swallow this time, held the bottle a minute and then took another. She licked her lips a little and smiled as she handed the bottle to Eldridge who had reached her other side.
"Why thank you, Miss," he said as he took the bottle. He took a drink and turned to Leroy. "We ought to make deliveries to this market more often.
This is the kind of work I like."
"Right on, man," said Leroy. He took the bottle from Eldridge and drank. As he handed it to Nancy again he put his other hand on her shoulder and massaged it. She responded by moving her shoulder around and pressing closer to his leg. She drank another mouthful and handed the bottle to Eldridge.
"Have another little hit, Eldridge," she used the word she had heard Leroy say earlier. As she passed the brown paper bag to him their fingertips met. She allowed hers to linger there for a moment, giving his a press.
"I just think I will," he said as he took the bottle and sat down beside her.
Nancy could feel the wine bring a flush of excitement to her brain. She'd been allowed to drink a glass of wine with fancy meals at home in the past, but she had never really felt it. She had never drunk wine straight from the bottle for its own sake before. Feeling Leroy's hand still massaging her shoulder and Eldridge's leg in contact with hers on the other side, she felt cozy and friendly. Impulsively, she brought a hand up and rubbed it on Leroy's leg.
"My, my," said the big black man, "this young lady must be feeling frisky today." He reached down and grasped her hand, pulling it upwards. Spreading her fingers with his, he placed them over his bulging genitalia. Giggling to herself she gingerly probed the soft lumps. She felt his cock stretch out toward his uplifted leg. She ran her thumb along the top of it, caressing it through the thin cloth. She could feel it warm up and start to swell. With her other fingers she cupped his balls, lifting them gently up and down, pressing gently but firmly on and off his whole sexual equipment. "Oooh," he cooed softly.
"Here, man, take this bottle of wine," said Eldridge, "I got something else I want to hold on to."
"I can dig it," said Leroy, taking the bottle. Eldridge put his hand on Nancy's knee and slid it up toward her crotch. She parted her legs slightly to allow him easier access to his desired goal. Her pelvic region started to sway slightly.
What am I getting myself into? she thought. But as Leroy passed the bottle of wine to her once again she remembered what her friend Linda had said about enjoying her body. What have I got to lose! she thought. I can't get pregnant. I might as well enjoy myself. Bottoms up! She took another long drink on the bottle and passed it into Eldridge's free hand.
"Here, let me help you," said Leroy. He unzipped his tight pants and his now stiffly erect penis sprang out into view. He pulled the seat of his pants down a little and his balls hung in their furry sacks. Nancy wrapped her fingers around the meaty shaft and stroked up and down, watching clear gooey liquid issue from the slit in the head. This prick was distinctly bigger than either Artie's or Denny Bradshaw's. It wasn't much thicker than Artie's, but it was longer. The thick pole turned up slightly at the business end and the throbbing fleshy knob stood out proudly. As Nancy stroked, Leroy moved his hips in and out in time. She rubbed tight and hard down to the very base, where she could feel the smooth skin of his stomach through the bristly, curling pubic hair which stretched out toward his thighs. With the heel of her hand she could feel his balls slapping back and forth, the skin of their sacks drawn out with their weight as they swayed forward and back. She ran her hand up to the tip, rubbing the liquid around with her thumb. This made it easier for her hand to slide and she moved it up and down.
Eldridge had lain the bottle of wine on the wooden floor and now spread Nancy's legs further apart with both hands. One was now in her crotch, feeling the soft swelling of her cunt, warm inside her panties. His fingers pulled the flimsy cotton aside and searched for her hole. The hair was matted over the ripe opening. His fingers parted the hair, then the pair of fleshy lips guarding her orifice. One finger entered the warm fold, exploring around. Then another, opening her up, and the tip of a third. He rubbed around and around, pushing, while he pressed on her mons veneris with his thumb. She rocked her hips forward to meet his grasp, pushing and pumping. He ground his hand back and forth as she moved in harmony with his large friend.
"Hey, let's get some of these clothes out of the way," said Eldridge, pulling at Nancy's panties.
"Let me have another hit of wine," she said as she lifted her hips so that he could slide the frilly undergarment off. He grabbed the bottle off the floor and handed it to her. She took a large gulp and handed it back. Eldridge took a swig and handed it to Leroy.
"Jug buddies," said Leroy as he lifted the bag. "This is really all right!"
"This wine makes me feel pretty good. Hie!" said Nancy as she took the bottle from Leroy again.
"You feel pretty good to me anyway, Baby," said Eldridge. He took another drink and set the bottle on a stack of two cartons which was behind them. "I'll just put this where it'll be handy. Now I'm going to show you something that'll tickle your fancy."
He pushed her legs farther apart and pushed her skirt up around her waist. Pushing her legs up to open her wide, he lowered his face into her moist, warm pleasure center. He rubbed the short, trimmed hair of his goatee along the light brown skin of the outer lips of her cunt. Pulling them open with his fingers to expose the moist pink center, he darted his tongue in and out, teasing.
"This is what you would call 'good head'," he said with confidence in his voice, "I'm going to make you squirm and moan."
He stopped talking and went to work to prove his point. His tongue lapped up and down her wet valley, sliding into her ever loosening hole, then up to her sensitive clitoris. He pressed the skin around the side of her clit with his fingers, causing it to stand up like a little volcano. He brushed the tip of his tongue across the pink crater rims, sending thrills of pleasure into the girl's crotch. As she responded by humping her ass gently up and down, pressing her crotch up to his face, he teased a moment longer, then plunged his stiffened tongue straight into the soft hole of her clit. He twitched his tongue back and forth as she writhed. Pulling back a fraction of an inch he licked lightly on the skin along the sides of her crotch. Her chest heaved with excitement.
"Yeah, that Eldridge is widely known as a champion pussy eater," said Leroy, watching, "you're getting eaten out by an expert."
"Ooooh," she sighed, "it feels pretty good."
"Here, have a little sip while he eats you." Leroy handed the bottle to her and helped her to lift it. She took one hand off Eldridge's head for the task. The other firmly grasped Leroy's large, stiff cock. This time she took a small swallow only and pushed the bottle back toward her big black lover. Gulping it down, she pulled his meat to her and stuck it firmly in her mouth.
"This little girl is catching on fast," he said.
She slid his prick into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. Backing off slightly she put the head of his cock into the loose skin of her cheek and licked the side with her tongue. She pressed firmly on the circumference of the thick shaft with her moist lips. Remembering what Artie had said in the morning she tried not to bite too hard with her teeth. The effect must have been pleasing because the big black stud moaned softly as he ran his fingers through her hair, manipulating the back of her head.
All three bodies rocked together until Leroy shot his hot wad into her throat. She gulped down spurt after spurt of hot creamy come. She clenched her legs around Eldridge's head, pulling his head into her wet pussy, flowing freely now. She held still, clenched tight as the exquisite pleasure of orgasm swept through her frame.
"Air, air, I can't breathe," sputtered Eldridge as he struggled to pull his head out.
"Aaahhh!" moaned the girl as she pulled her head off the still seeping prick and looked at it almost, crosseyed. "Too bad," she said at last, "I wanted to get that thing inside me."
"Well, that's no problem," replied Leroy, "I can always do it again."
"Wow!" said Nancy. The wine was making her feel a little wobbly.
"I wouldn't mind getting my end into something, either," said Eldridge.
"Well, let's see if we can't make some kind of arrangement," said Leroy.
Nancy took another drink of the wine and said, "I want to see you both naked!"
"I'm not one to turn you down," said Eldridge, quickly stripping off his clothes. As Leroy did the same, Nancy undid her uniform and took off her bra. When they were all naked Leroy sat down on the rug covered boxes and leaned back on the row behind. His giant member stuck straight up like a ten foot tree stump.
Nancy looked up and down him with admiration. He was muscular with rippled legs and a big, strong, chest. She ran her hands down his chest to his hard stomach. He pulled her head to his and pushed his tongue into her mouth. Their heads rolled around in a wet kiss. Grabbing her tight, white ass in his wide brown fingers he pulled her down, straddling him. He pulled her cunt open with his fingertips and slid her gooey crotch down onto his stout pole. She sighed and settled onto his chest as he pumped all the way in, filling her abdomen with piping hot male organ. She flattened out on his ribs and rolled her torso around on them. She rocked her hips into his, trying to push his huge cock even farther in.
"What about Eldridge?" she asked in a low voice.
"Don't worry," he said, "I'll get in." Bending down behind her as Leroy spread the cheeks of her ass, he licked her asshole until it was wet. Pulling some goo up from her cunt, he rubbed it in. "Here goes," he said as he stood up and pushed his hard prick up her ass.
"Oh," she winced in a moment of pain, then it was in. Eldridge straddled her ass and grabbed a teat in each hand. Pinching the nipples in his fingers he began to pump in rhythm with Leroy. The breath of all three came pantingly together. Nancy's arms clutched Leroy tight as she rocked up and down, a pumping prick in her cunt and a pumping prick in her asshole. Her whole crotch felt loose and in motion. They swayed together until the climatic moment came. Leroy spurted first, pushing his pelvis up as she clutched her legs around him. This arched her ass even more, spreading it to receive the fast sliding prick of the smaller man. His pumping mounted to a frenzy, then he dropped his hands to her hips, grabbed tight and pushed, shooting hot jism up into her large intestine. He clenched and throbbed for many seconds, then relaxed, grabbing her nipples again and pinching them as he rolled them around. The three sweaty bodies lay together in a spent heap for a minute or two, then successively unpiled to lie back on their homemade bench.
As her breathing slowly returned to normal, Nancy looked back and forth at the black delivery men on her two sides and said, taking another sip of their wine, "Wow, you guys really deliver!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Nancy's lunch hour was spent in the back seat of her car. The delivery men had reluctantly gone on their way to other markets. Nancy had finished her tally sheet just as her lunch hour began, but she didn't feel like eating. The excitement of the wine had turned to dizziness and a very uneasy stomach. She had decided to lay down in the back of the old station wagon that her parents let her use to drive to school and work.
The employees were always expected to park their cars in the corners or far edges of the store parking lot so the customers could park more easily. This was fortunate for Nancy since no one walked by her car as she lay there. At first she thought back about her sexual encounters but soon all her attention was focused on her stomach and the way the ceiling was spinning. She hadn't really drunk very much wine, but just a little was enough to inebriate her unaccustomed system. Now as her head swam she regretted ever drinking a drop. She moaned a little and clenched her eyes, which seemed to help ease the pain.
"I'm never going to drink any liquor again. Never!" she moaned to herself. For a little while she felt like she might throw up but the worst of that feeling soon passed. The bad feeling came mainly to rest in her head. She tried to lie still and think of nothing at all.
After a long time she began to feel a little better. The first time she tried to sit up her head spun so much that she lay back down again. Soon she felt a little more normal and sat up and looked around. She glanced down at her watch and gasped. She was over a half hour late returning from her lunch break. What would Mr. Milton say? Nancy knew he was very strict about the employee's arriving on time. Nancy had never been late before. She felt worried about spoiling her previously perfect work record. And now of all times she didn't feel like trying to explain anything to her boss. He always seemed to be staring at her and finding some excuse to stand very close when she had to talk to him. He'd be able to smell the wine on her and would wonder about her rumpled uniform. Nancy dreaded the thought of returning to the store.
She really didn't feel like going back to work right now anyway. The thought of spending the rest of the afternoon on her feet trying to smile at shoppers was very unappealing at the moment. Besides, she had her big date tonight and she'd feel a lot better if she got some rest.
I'll just tell Mr. Milton that I don't feel well. There's a lot of flu going around right now. I'll tell him I'm coming down with it.
She opened the door of the car and stepped out. She patted her uniform to straighten it out a little. Walking to the market she felt much stabler than she had, but she still didn't feel very good. A nap would have been the best thing for her, she thought, as she entered the store. She could see Mr. Milton in his office as she approached.
"Mr. Milton?" she asked as she opened the door of his office.
"Yes, Nancy," he said. Just then the talk light flashed on the intercom on his desk. "Just a minute," he said, pressing the speaker button.
"Mr. Milton, could you come and okay this customer's check please?" asked a checker through machine.
"I'll be right there," he said. "Sit down, Nancy, I'll be right back."
Mr. Milton walked out of his office and Nancy sat down in the chair in front of his desk. As she waited for him to return she glanced at the papers lying on the desk. On top was the interview form of a job application. Nancy could read the name Judi Andrews on the top line. Apparently a girl by that name had just been interviewed. The rest of the form contained comments Mr. Milton had made about various matters, but what drew Nancy's attention were the large, dark words at the top, "BIG TITS." She looked again in surprise. She had often noticed Mr. Milton's habit of staring at any well-endowed female chest, but she hadn't thought it would be pertinent on an employment application. Nancy pictured in her mind the physiques of all the female employees. They all had better than average size breasts, like Nancy herself. She couldn't remember any flat-chested girl ever having been hired. That Mr. Milton!
The next thing she saw was a Christmas card order form. She brushed this aside to reveal a glossy covered magazine. Hot Lovers In Action the cover read. The full cover picture was of a young couple nude on a bed. The girl was straddling the young man, smiling over her shoulder at the viewer. The man's hands were pulling the cheeks of the girl's ass apart to show his hard cock penetrating her wide-spread cunt. The head of his cock only was inside her. The rest of his fleshy rod could be clearly seen, wet and glistening as if it had just been withdrawn from her warm moist cavity. The two balls hanging down in their brown wrinkled sack formed a round mass. A darker brown stripe separated the two egg-shaped lumps within, running from the base of his cock. It disappeared into the hair of his furry crack. The girl's cunt was pulled wide open. The pink to brown lips were spread back from where they wrapped around the head of his cock disappearing into her hole. His pulling created a definite ridge between her cunt and the brown spot of her asshole.
The whole effect was very erotic and left no doubt in Nancy's mind about what act was being portrayed.
Nancy looked out the window of the office to make sure that Mr. Milton wasn't about to return. She could see him at a checkstand looking at the identification of the customer who had wanted to cash a check. One of the other employees was waiting to ask him a question.
"Safe!" said Nancy. "He'll be out there five minutes at the least." She reached across the desk and pulled the magazine to her. The young man on the cover had wavy, light brown hair. It was not unlike Bill Long's sandy locks. He even had the same length sideburns, straight across from the bottom of the ear. The girl in the picture had dark hair like Nancy. "I wonder if we'll look like this?" Nancy thought.
She opened the magazine to the first page, feeling a little sneaky. Her father had some Play boy magazines at home in a drawer where he thought nobody knew about them. Nancy had sneaked a look at some of them when her parents were away. However, this promised to be a little livelier than Playboy. The cover picture and the $5.00 price tag were enough to tell her that.
She read the headlines on the first page. "Modern young couples are casting off outmoded sex hang-ups to revel in their bodies." In smaller print it continued, "These true documentary photos show some of the ways that today's lovers are exploring the natural pleasures of their bodies." The picture underneath showed the same couple that had been on the cover. The girl was up on her knees with her head and shoulders on the bed. The man was on his knees behind her, spreading her open again and starting to push his prick in. The camera angle was just right to show her cunt-lips opening from between the twin stripes of hair that merged where her crotch curved to disappear between her legs. They were stretched wide open and shiny by the man. The head of his penis, purplish red and swollen, rested in her inviting crevice. It was covered with tiny bumps, like muted goose bumps. The long shaft arched upwards from where it left his stomach. His closer leg was drawn back to show his drooping balls. Slowly, Nancy turned the page.
"Oral-Genital Love" was the topic for this section of the documentary photographs. Having had her first taste of this pleasure that very morning, Nancy read on eagerly. "Prohibited by puritanical laws in most states, many young lovers defiantly commit felonies in their exploring search for complete sexual gratification. As these, pages illustrate, fellatio and cunnilingus, oral stimulation of the penis and vagina respectively, are now being practiced by daring young couples."
Wow, a felony! thought Nancy. Her attention shifted down to the full color, sharply focused picture on the page. It was labelled "fellatio" and showed the girl's head and the man's cock. The cock jutted straight up from the man's stomach as he rec-lined. The girl's head was above and behind it. Her mouth was wide open to receive his hot meat. Her tongue lapped the side of the head, wrapping part way around. It bent over the tip in a loving lick. The girl's face had an expression of contentment and joy, like a child licking a lollipop. Her eyes were shut dreamily.
Nancy looked to the opposite page, "Cunnilingus." Here the girl lay on her back with her knees thrown up over her shoulders. The two fleshy mounds on the sides of her pussy protruded, furry and soft. The man's head lay to one side, on her now tight ass, with his face to her cunt. As he spread her wide with one hand, making a black, open hole at the bottom of her slit, his tongue reached over the side and into her pink valley. Nancy could imagine the tongue licking up to the little mound with the hole at the top of the cunt crack-the clitoris. Again, the man's physical similarity to her boyfriend, Bill Long, sent a thrill through her.
She turned the page to "Oral Stimulation of the Clitoris." Then, remembering where she was, she glanced out the office window. Mr. Milton was walking toward her. Quickly she shut up the magazine and pushed it under the Christmas card order form. Mr. Milton walked in the door.
"What are you looking at?" he asked.
"Oh ... uh ... this Christmas card order. You really send out a lot."
"Christmas cards are just business bullshit, commercial matters. I don't really even know most of those people and the rest I don't particularly like. It's a bother."
"That's too bad," said Nancy.
"Anyway, what do you want? Where were you after lunch?"
Talking to him gave Nancy a sinking feeling in her stomach, which reminded her of how bad she felt.
"I don't feel well. I was lying down. I think I might have a touch of the flu."
"Well, that's too bad," he said. "When did it start?"
"This morning," she said, "but I didn't feel so bad until this afternoon. Do you think I could have the afternoon off and go home and lie down?"
"I guess we can get along without you this afternoon."
"Oh, thank you," she said.
"But I'd like you to work tomorrow afternoon instead. We'll be short then. Could you come in at noon tomorrow?"
"Yes, I'll probably feel better by then. I'll go clock out. Good-by."
"Good-by."
As she walked down the three steps out of his office she looked back in the window. Mr. Milton was looking through the papers on his desk. Finding the magazine she had been looking at he laid his hand on it, as if to feel if it were warm. He looked up at Nancy, who was a few steps away by then. Stepping to the door of his office, he called out. "See you tomorrow, Nancy," and winked.
"What a creep!" Nancy declared to herself.
As she drove out of the parking lot she noticed that her station wagon needed gas. She drove down the block to a filling station and pulled in next to the pump.
"Yes, Ma'm," said the attendant as he walked up to her window.
"Fill it up, please."
"Regular or ethyl?"
"Regular."
"Should I check under the hood for you?"
"Yes, please do," said Nancy. Her parents had decided to let her have the use of their old station wagon after she'd gotten her license the year before. Instead of trading it in when they bought a new car they let her use it, on the condition that she learn to keep it in good shape. So she had gotten into the habit of having the gas station men check the car's condition for her. The man now returned with a long metal rod dripping oil.
"Oil's down a quart and a half. Want me to add some?" he asked.
"Yes," said Nancy. She always said yes when they asked her if she wanted anything done.
"Also the carburetor idler jet screw adjustment needs to be reset. And the torque specs on the front main seal connecting rod intake valve could be retuned. Your vacuum advance timing cover cam shaft U joint calibration is too loose."
"Oh," said Nancy, "how much does that cost?"
"Well, as an estimate, with your next 5,000 mile Karcare factory authorized adjustment maintenance, I'd say $47.85 parts and labor, plus tax."
"Oh," said Nancy. Figuring to herself she doubled his estimate. It always turned out that way. "Could I bring it in tomorrow morning?"
"Sure. You'd better get that taken care of pretty soon."
Nancy paid him for the gas and oil and pulled out of the station. "I wonder what the heck that guy was talking about?" she asked herself.
CHAPTER SIX
Nancy hummed to herself as she drove down the block away from the filling station. She felt relieved that she would not have to work this afternoon. She could have done it if she had to, of course, but a little rest would put her in better shape for her date that night. She didn't like to have to work on Saturday, but this week it would be better than the present afternoon. All her friends were free on Saturday afternoons and she enjoyed spending the time with them. Last Saturday she had gone to the big park on the hill north of town with a group of old friends. They had all been in a church-sponsored young people's group when they were younger. Now most of them were going to Lincoln Junior College. Nancy and a few others who were still in high school were still in the church group, which was for those of high school age. They had all gotten together informally for a picnic on the bright, sunny preceding Saturday. Someone had brought a cooler full of soft drinks and the girls had made sandwiches and cold fried chicken. They had played a softball game in the park.
Nancy thought about what these old friends would think if they knew about her interest in sex and her deliberate actions that led her into sexual relations. They were all well-behaved young people who did well in school and never got into trouble. Nancy liked them well enough and many had parents who were old friends of her parents. But of late they didn't seem as interesting as some of her other friends, like Linda. She didn't like to think of them as goody-goodies or anything like that, since they were all very nice to her and helpful with school work. The trouble was that they never seemed to do anything very exciting. Another church picnic was better than doing homework or working at the market, but it didn't catch her imagination the way Linda's stories did.
Nancy felt sure that none of her old church friends had ever done anything more than kiss. Probably this was limited to goodnight kisses on the door steps of their parents' homes. She knew that the boys joked about sex but the girls never discussed it. They thought it was embarrassing and dirty. Nancy knew they would be shocked deeply if they knew what she had done that morning. Nancy felt a little shocked by it herself. So much had happened so fast. But she really couldn't see that she had done anything really wrong. Of course she would never tell them about it. They could never understand. Nancy had noticed recently that she had less and less to talk about with them. After finding out about their health and how their families were doing, conversations seemed to stagnate. Nancy wasn't interested in what they had to say and she wouldn't tell them about what she was really interested in doing.
Oh, well, she thought, I'll just have to be better friends with Linda. Her boyfriend, Bill, wasn't one of her old friends. She had met him at the end of the last year at school and he had taken her out several times this year. He didn't go to church picnics.
As Nancy started to turn the corner at the end of the second block from the gas station she noticed that the steering wheel was acting funny. The car seemed to wobble to the right and the steering wheel pulled by itself. As she tried to steer straight again the car seemed to bog down on the right side in the front and the wheel made a grinding sound.
"Oh oh!" she exclaimed as she put on the brakes. She got out and walked around the front of the car. The right front tire was completely flat. "Oh no!" she said. The only other time she had ever had a flat tire her father had been riding with her in the car. He had put on the spare and they had been all right. But she didn't know how to do it herself. She looked at the flat tire in despair. The only thing she could do would be to walk back to the gas station and get help.
What a bother, she thought. This would have to happen to me right now. She got back into the car and drove it slowly over next to the curb. She locked it all up and started to walk back toward the gas station. The way her stomach felt, two blocks seemed like a long way to go.
As she walked into the paved area of the service station, she could see that the attendant was wiping the windows on a car while he filled it up with gas. He was a gawky young kid, tall and lanky like a string bean. He looked younger than Nancy, so he must have been working part-time after school. He leaned far out over the windshield and his brush of carrot colored hair bobbed as he rubbed on the window. He was not the same older man that Nancy had talked to a few minutes before. She walked up to him and waited while he finished with the other car.
"What can I do for you?" he asked. Nancy could see interest in his gaze as he grinned at her. She often felt uncomfortable around working men because of the way they stared at her obviously delectable body. This boy glanced back and forth between her teats and her face.
"My car has a flat tire," said Nancy. "It's down at the end of the second block."
"What would you like me to do about it?" asked the youth. A patch on his shirt proclaimed him to be Jimmy.
"Can you fix it?" asked Nancy.
"Well, I can't fix it down there," he said. "The boss just left for an hour and I can't be gone that long."
"What can I do?" asked Nancy. "I need to drive it and I don't know how to fix it."
"Well, if it's not too far maybe I can tow it in fast and do it here."
"It's not very far," said Nancy. "Where did you say it was?"
"Down at the end of the second block. You can see it from here if you step out by the curb."
"Okay," he said, "there aren't any customers here now, so let's go down and get it. Hop into the tow truck. I'll go get the key."
Nancy walked over to the passenger side door of the tow truck. She had to reach up to open the door. There was a step on the side to climb up in because the cab was so high off the ground. Nancy had never ridden in such a high truck before. She looked down at the ground as she waited. It certainly was a different feeling from sitting in her station wagon. The red -haired kid came out of the building and climbed up into the truck.
"I'll have to make this fast," he said. "I'm not supposed to leave the station unattended." He turned on the motor of the truck, shifted into reverse, and stepped on the gas. The big truck almost lurched as it backed out of the station driveway and into the street. He shifted into a forward gear and stomped on the gas once again. The tires squealed as they roared off down the block. Jimmy grinned at Nancy.
"This old truck can really go," he said.
"That's nice," said Nancy, a little nervously.
"Yeah, we'll get your car down there in no time at all."
"This truck is so high up," said Nancy. "It is really a change from my car."
"Yeah," he said, "you can see right down into people's cars as you go by. Watch this one we're coming up next to." They were nearing the end of the first block. At the corner was a car about to turn right. As they pulled up alongside of it, Nancy could look right down on the driver. It was a woman of about twenty-five wearing a sweater and a tight skirt. The skirt had worked its way up around her hips, clearly exposing her panties. They were thin white cotton with faint yellow stains in the crotch. The woman's curling black pubic hair could be seen hanging out the sides. Nancy stared in amazement. The woman was looking up the street for traffic and never noticed her observers.
"Wow!" said Nancy. "I didn't know you could see like that!" She wondered how many times she had been observed herself in this fashion.
"Happens all the time," said the kid. "You can usually see more from the passenger side." The woman turned the corner and drove away. The boy shifted and stepped on the gas. They sped away down the next block.
"That's it," said Nancy as they approached her car. They turned the corner and backed up until they were immediately in front of it.
"Is the brake on?" asked Jimmy.
"Yes," said Nancy, "and it's locked up."
"Go let the brake off while I hitch it up." He jumped out one side and Nancy climbed down the other. She walked back to her car and unlocked the door. She pulled the handle which released the emergency brake. She could see Jimmy doing something at the front of the car. He pulled a lever on the tow truck and Nancy's car raised up a few inches. She walked closer to watch him. He squatted down to look at something.
"Rrrriippp!" Nancy heard the sound of a seam tearing open. Jimmy reached down and felt the seat of his pants.
"Darn it all!" he said. "I just ripped my pants!"
"That's too bad," said Nancy.
"Yeah," he said. "It's the only pair I've got with me. Oh, well, this is ready. Let's go back to the station."
Nancy walked around to the other side of the tow truck and climbed in. Jimmy started the engine and they left, going around the block. They got back to the station just as a car was pulling up to the gas pumps. Jimmy pulled into a parking space and jumped out.
"I'll help you in a minute," he said. "I've got to take care of this customer."
Nancy climbed down out of the truck to wait. The boy spoke briefly to the driver of the car and put the nozzle into the hole. He put it on automatic and started to wash the window. After he finished with the car it drove away. He walked back over to Nancy's car.
"I'll unhitch it and you can back it up about a foot or two. Then I'll jack it up and change the tire."
"Okay," said Nancy. "The spare tire is in the back, by the tailgate." She got into her car and backed it up when he signaled to her. She got back out and waited while he wheeled up a jack on rollers. He rolled the jack under the car and positioned it where he wanted it. Nancy bent down to watch what he was doing. She wanted to know in case she ever had a flat tire when no one was around to help her.
"First I'll loosen up the lug bolts," he said. "I'll do that before I jack it up so there's something to push against."
He squatted down again beside the tire to pry the hubcap loose. "Rripp!" his pants split once again. Nancy's eyes went instinctively to the source of the sound. His pants had split from his zipper all the way to the seat and were gaping wide open. It immediately became apparent to Nancy that he was wearing no underpants. His balls flopped out and hung there swinging in the air. They were brownish red sacks of sweaty looking skin. Thin twisting hairs protruded here and there, slowly springing back from their cramped condition inside his pants. Since he was slightly off balance he couldn't move very fast. Nancy stared at the dangling gonads. Then she realized what she was doing and looked up at the boy's face. He was looking straight at her.
"Like that, huh?" he said, trying to cover up his embarrassment. He managed to stand up. He started walking toward the building. "I'll see if I can find something to put on."
Nancy felt bad and very embarrassed to have been caught staring at him. She wanted to apologize. She ran after him into the station building.
"Wait, wait!" she cried out as she caught up with him. He was going into a small room on the side of the garage portion of the station. "I'm sorry," she said, "I didn't mean to stare at you. Honest I didn't."
"Well, how would you like to have me staring up your cunt if your pants ripped open? Why don't you leave me alone so I can find something to put on?"
"I will," said Nancy. "I just wanted to say I was sorry. Besides, it's not so bad to have somebody see you. It didn't hurt you. You were happy enough to stare at that lady in the car out on the street!"
"That's different," he said. "She had panties on. Anyway, she never knew we were there. You were looking right at me, from right next to me."
"So what? At least I wasn't sneaking around trying to get peeks at people like you do in the truck. It's not such a big deal anyway. What does it hurt you to have somebody see you?"
"Okay, smart girl, if it's no big thing, let me have a look at you!"
Nancy looked at him for a few moments with a set look on her face. Had she talked herself into a corner? "Okay," she said, "I will. Here, look!" She pulled her skirt up around her hips and pulled her panties down to expose her dark triangle. She jutted her pelvis out defiantly. "Go ahead, look at it!"
The boy was taken aback. This type of thing was certainly not in the normal day's routine at the gas station. Nancy could see his Adam's apple bob up and down as he gulped. His eyes seemed to pop out and he stared open-mouthed. Unconsciously his grasp on his pants released and the split fell open. Nancy could see the red tip of his young prick hang out of the opening. It was visibly extending and stiffening.
"Now I get to look at you some more," she said.
She reached down and pulled the split open so that the long, thin, hardening organ was fully exposed. It was very red and covered with folds of loose skin. The biggest fold lapped over the tip, covering all but the very end of the button of ruddy flesh that was the head of his cock. He was not circumcised! Nancy clasped the dick in her hand and pulled firmly on the warm flesh. It looked like a stubby, hairy carrot as it slid in and out through her grasping fingers. Surrounding the base was a puff of red-orange hair that matched the shock on his head. Freckles could be seen on the pale skin of the sides of his legs through the tear in the cloth.
The boy looked down with his eyes wide open. "All right!" he said. "Go ahead and look!" He pulled the seat of his pants up to give Nancy a better exposure. His fresh young meat was now standing stiffly and proudly erect. It stuck up like a sharply pointed pencil. Nancy grinned up at him as she firmly stroked it. Clasping it along the bottom she wrapped her fingers around one side. Her thumb ran up and down the other. She could feel the eager tension in Jimmy's young, inexperienced peter rising quickly. The excitement in the sex organ took over all sensation in the rest of his body. He could hardly believe what was happening to him, but he scarcely dared breathe, lest it should stop. His pulsing, demanding penis seemed to pull his body forward. When Nancy slipped her lips over it and started to suck he could feel it start to pour forth liquid like a runaway faucet.
"Like it?" she asked. It was clear that she herself did. The sight of the young boy's prick had aroused her imagination. She thought of what a departure from the behavior of her church friends this was. It made her feel bold and daring to do something that she knew would be completely shocking and brazen to them. She giggled a little and a droplet of saliva trickled out onto the boy's cock as she sucked.
"Boy, I sure do like it," he said, breathing heavily. He looked up and over Nancy's head. Although they were in the darkness of the rear of the station, they were in plain sight of the street. Anybody walking past on the sidewalk would be able to see them. "Hey," he said, "let's step into the back room. We're in plain view of the street. I don't want anybody to see us!"
Nancy drew her head slowly off his outstretched organ. She stood up straight. "Okay, let's go!" she said, pulling him into the back room.
"I could get fired from my job if anybody saw this and told my boss!" he said. ' "That sounds familiar," said Nancy.
"Well, I really need the money. My boss left me here alone to watch the station. I have to get out there if any customers come in."
"Don't worry about it," said Nancy. "This won't take long. Besides, I'm not trapping you here. If somebody comes in, you can go out and help them."
"Like this?" he said, pointing down at his rigid rod. It stuck out several inches from the level of his body. "I'd look pretty funny."
"It looks nice to me," said Nancy. She pushed him back down onto an old car seat that was in the corner of the dark room. "I'll have to get a close-up look." She bent her head down close over the boy's hips. The foreskin was pulled taut now. The round red head rose in a bell-shaped curve that tapered from the upraised ridge an inch or so down the shaft. She darted her tongue out to the slit on the tip. It was oozing forth a clear, slimy substance that Nancy knew was intended by nature to lubricate her pussy.
"Oh, it feels so good when you lick it," he said.
"That's good," she said, "I'll do it some more. She tenderly held his hairy red balls in her fingers as she slid her lips down onto the meaty prick. She went as far down as she could, pushing the head of his cock deep down into her throat. She wanted to get it all inside, clear to the base. She sucked hungrily. The tip of the thin young rod impacted the back of her throat. She couldn't go all the way down but by sticking her tongue out she could lick clear down to the base and even feel the wrinkly skin of the sacks that held his gonads full of precious sperm. Having thoroughly moistened the entire length of the throbbing object of her desire, she pulled her head up. Slipping all but her little finger off his nuts she ran her hand around the thick root. She squeezed and rubbed as she worked over the tip with her tongue and lips.
"Oh, that's so good, so good," said the boy in ecstasy. His head was thrown back over the car seat and his eyes were closed. He rocked his head from side to side as he licked his lips. He was moaning intermittently and his heavy breathing was loud in the small room. His hips swayed and pulsed in time with Nancy's head as she sucked on and off. To the head of his dick her mouth felt warm and moist and soft. The sensation was one of utter delight. He just lay there effortlessly as she injected wave after wave of pure pleasure into him. The head of the cock has the most nerve endings of any place on the body. Every one of Jimmy's must have been fully activated each time Nancy's searching tongue swept across the tingling flesh or plunged into the slit on the end. When her tongue pushed fully straight into the slit the feeling became almost intolerably intense and he squirmed and writhed.
"Ding! Ding!" came a sound from outside the room.
The boy sat up suddenly. "Oh, no!" he said. "There's the bell! There must be a customer out there."
"So what?" said Nancy. "They'll go away."
"Do you want me to get fired? I've got to go out and take care of them."
"Okay," she said, wiping his cock off with the torn edge of his pants. He stood up and his prick stuck proudly out the tear like a flag pole.
"Oh, no," he said, "I forgot about my pants. I can't go out there like this!"
"What are you going to do?" asked Nancy.
"I don't know," he said, looking frantically around the room. "I wish there was a towel or something here that I could wrap around myself." But the largest cloth in the room was a mechanic's rag no more than a foot wide.
"I don't see anything," said Nancy.
"Neither do I," he said. "Yikes, what am I going to do?"
They both looked at each other blankly for a moment. The car out in the front was honking for service.
"I know," said Nancy. "You can use my dress. I'll take it off."
"Your dress?! What are you talking about? You expect me to go out there and wait on a customer wearing a dress?!"
"No, no, you don't have to wear it like a dress," said Nancy. "You can wrap it around yourself like a towel. Here, I'll take it off. Help me undo the buttons."
"Okay," he said, "I guess that's the only possible thing to do." Together they soon had the uniform unbuttoned and Nancy stepped out of it. She looked at Jimmy and saw that his cock was still sticking out and extremely hard.
"Here, put it around yourself," she said. We can fasten it with a bobby pin." She pulled one of the little gadgets out of her hair. When Jimmy got the dress wrapped around himself she clipped it tight. The cloth made a pronounced lump in the front.
Jimmy looked down at himself. "Ugh!" he said, "I guess that will have to do." He bent over forword to try to keep it from showing and ran out to help the customer.
When he returned a few minutes later Nancy had a surprise waiting for him. She had taken off all her clothes and was posed naked on the car seat. Her legs were spread wide to the sides of the seat and her knees were angled outwards. Her open, juicy pussy hung invitingly beneath her grinning face.
"I'll bet the guys from the Sunday school never saw anything like this," she said as he walked in the door.
"What?" he said.
"Nothing, I was just talking to myself," said Nancy. "Come on over here and take my dress off." He walked over to her and she yanked the garment off. His cock was still long but had sagged somewhat. As he looked at her it quickly showed signs of reviving.
"Wow," he said, "nothing like this ever happened to me before."
"Well this must be your lucky day," said Nancy. "How old are you, anyway?"
"Well, I'm really only fifteen, but the boss thinks I'm sixteen. You're supposed to be sixteen in order to work."
"Fifteen, huh? Did you ever have a girl suck on your dong before?"
"No."
"What have you done with a girl before?"
"Not very much. There is this one girl that I felt on the knobs a couple of times. And once I got my finger in her crack and felt her pie."
"Well, I'm eighteen and I'm going to teach you something. Come closer so I can suck you up hard again." He stepped up next to her and she pulled his pants down. She grabbed his full but limber meat and pulled it into her mouth. She sucked and he grinned as it stretched out straight and stiff. As she sucked she unbuttoned his shirt and felt his skinny stomach and chest. His chest was smooth. Nancy wondered if it would one day be covered with carrot colored hair like his head and balls. When she felt with her mouth that his pubescent plunger was ready for its slated task she pulled her head back away.
"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked.
"Okay, I guess so. I mean, sure I do, yes! Only I don't really know how to do it. I never went all the way with a girl before."
Nancy leaned back to expose her wide open fuck hole. "Just stick it in here," she said. She reached up and grabbed his hips. She pulled him down on top of her until she felt the stiff tip start to penetrate. "Now push it in hard," she said. He obeyed as it slipped smoothly home to its mark. "OOOH!" said Nancy.
"Wow, I can't believe it," said Jimmy. "I've really got my dick up a real crack."
"You sure do," said Nancy, "and it feels really good. It feels so stiff poking up inside my pussy. Now pump it in and out for a while." As if to encourage him she began to hump her hips up and down against his.
"Wow, what a feeling," he said. He pushed his dick in and out of the juicy quim, biting his lip in concentration. It was a feeling like he had never felt before. His beating off in the past seemed pale and dull by comparison. Even the feeling of Nancy's warm and tender lips sucking hungrily on his cock which had excited him so was dwarfed. It felt so full and tight and secure to push it deep down into the moist, slippery fold of sacred skin. It felt teasing and tantalizing on the tip each time he pulled it out to plunge it back in again. Nancy's hips rose and fell to meet his motion. It was awkward and jerky at the first but with Nancy's help he soon attained a steady rhythm.
"Oooooohhh!" groaned Nancy. "Do it! Do it! Don't stop! It feels so good!" Her fingers tightly clenched rolls of skin on his back and sides as her hips beat furiously against his.
"I won't stop!" he panted as he slammed his stiff pole as far as he could up into her again and again. His breathing got heavier and heavier as he concentrated harder on the end of his cock. His throat emitted a quiet but high-pitched moan as his climax approached. He pumped faster and faster but finally could hold out no longer. He gasped and she clenched as they both felt the big bolt of hot jism spurt forcefully up into Nancy's hard pressed cunt.
"Wow, that was really great," he said as soon as his breath returned.
"I'm glad you liked it," said Nancy, still rolling her cunt slowly around on the end of his big stick.
"I've got to get back to work, though," he said. "There might be customers out there. And my boss is coming back before too long."
"Okay," said Nancy, "you've got to finish changing my flat tire, also."
"That's right," he said, "but what can I wear?"
"I think there's an old pair of pants in the back of my car that would fit you. You can wear my dress out to get it. I'll put on my other clothes."
"Okay," he said, wrapping the dress around himself once more. He walked out of the little room. Nancy rubbed her cunt for a few moments in satisfaction, then started getting dressed to go home.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The garage was attached to the side of the house. Nancy parked her car in the garage and went into the house by the door connecting the kitchen to the garage. On the tile counter beneath the natural wood cabinets was a wire stand with a clothespin on the top for messages. Nancy saw a slip of paper with her name on it. She pulled it out of the holder and read:
Dear Nancy, your father and I are going to Clear Lake for the weekend. We'll be staying at the Anderson's cottage, so call us there if you need anything. There is food in the refrigerator. Have fun tonight. Don't stay out too late.
Love, Mom.
Nancy laid the note on the counter and walked through the house to her bedroom. The house was a typical suburban home with three bedrooms. Since Nancy's older brother Pete had gone off to the state university only two were in use. Pete's room was kept ready for when he came home on vacations, but most of the time Nancy lived alone with her parents. Now she had the house all to herself for the weekend.
She felt rather weary now. She pitched herself onto the blue and pink quilted bedspread on her bed and lay there for a minute before even taking her clothes off. Most of the drunken feeling and the spinning was over now but she felt very dull-headed. She sighed as she looked idly at her private treasures on the top of her dresser. There were a couple of small stuffed animals and a doll she had had as a small girl. A Central High School banner hung on the wall above the mirror behind the dresser. The frame of the mirror was -lined with pictures of her friends from school. Mixed in with the wallet-size photos were some old movie tickets she had kept from her dates. In front of the mirror, standing on the dresser top, was a large picture of a sandy -haired youth. He was a clean looking, open faced lad who looked as if he might be just a little unused to the dark suit he was wearing. The same young man was in two other pictures on the wall next to the mirror. In one he also had his suit on, at a formal high school dance with Nancy. The other was a clipping from the school paper showing him about to pass a football. The picture on the dresser was signed, "To my favorite girl, Love, Bill."
As Nancy looked at the picture, as she had so many times before, she thought of the other young man whose picture she had recently seen. Would she and Bill soon assume poses like the ones the other couple had taken in the magazine? The thought of Bill's warm, strong body close to and inside of hers was exciting. She looked forward to their mutual learning of each other's bodies. Tonight seemed so far away.
She managed to sit up and pull off her white tennis shoes. She unbuttoned her uniform as she walked into the bathroom. She put it in the dirty clothes hamper, since it was so rumpled from the morning's activities. As she looked at herself in the mirror, clad only in bra and panties, she wondered what Bill would think if he knew how she had jumped the gun on him. She knew that he had other girl friends, although he claimed to like her best. Pulling the bra straps over her shoulders and down to reveal the large, firm white globes, coral tipped with now smooth nipples, she considered the possibility that Bill had had sexual relations with other girls. Watching herself in the mirror, she cupped her fleshy boobs in her hands, pulling them up and squeezing them out. The pink nipples and a little bit of white flesh stuck out poutingly. Well, she decided, it would be best if he paid enough attention to her, but she wouldn't mind too much if he had some other girls occasionally.
She pulled her panties down, uncovering the matted triangle of dark pubic hair between her thighs. She pulled the back down over the pale skin of her round, firm young ass. She was in good condition and it shook only slightly as she wiggled it at herself in the mirror. Still, she thought, it would be best not to mention what had happened to Bill tonight. Boys had a habit of getting upset over the silliest things. She ran some warm water onto a washcloth, squatted to spread her legs, and started to wash out her cunt. The first wipe brought a white glob of gooey jizz up with the washcloth. She washed it off in the sink and proceeded to thoroughly scrub out her crotch. Liquid seeped out of her asshole, too. She washed as far as she could up into the recesses of her vagina. The warm water felt good, but the terry cloth was rough and slightly scratchy.
She dried off, went back into her bedroom, pulled back the covers, and climbed into bed. Curling up under the warm weight of the blankets, it felt good to relax. All the muscles of her body loosened and became limp. Quickly she drifted off to sleep.
The huge cock seemed to float in the air, just out of her reach. Nancy didn't know how long she had been chasing it, but it was always a few inches too far to reach. It looked so inviting, almost like it was beckoning to her.
"Here I am, Nancy," the cock said, "just what you need. Come and get me."
"Yes, I want you," she said, lunging at it.
"Ha, ha, reach harder," it said. She moved her legs, trying to run toward it. She couldn't tell if she was getting anywhere, but the distance to the prick stayed the same. Since she knew that it was what she wanted most she kept running at it. But it just hung there in front of her, tantalizing. It was big and hard, seemingly several feet long. The big balls hung like basketballs in their sacks. The hairs coming out of the wrinkled skin were as thick as clothesline. The balls moved up and down as if suspended by big ropes inside the bags. The shaft was over a foot thick. Blood vessels as big as garden hoses gave the outside a corrugated texture on the sides and bottom, sloping back. A tube ran up the underside from where the sacks hung, disappearing into the head. The head was the closest part to her, staring her in the face. It pulsed and swelled as the whole gargantuan penis throbbed erotically. Clear sticky liquid, like bottles full of corn syrup, dripped in huge gobs from the slit. The slit was several inches in length and opened regularly so that the goo could issue forth. Nancy could see down the hole, black and mysterious, whence came the love juice. She felt desperately that she should kiss the tip, suck up all the liquid. Her mouth hung open and her tongue moved over her lips, moistening. She wanted the dick so much but somehow she couldn't reach it, no matter how hard she ran.
Did she trip over her own feet or did something trip her? Nancy didn't know, but her chase of the giant prick was brought to a sudden end by her falling flat on her face. It wasn't ground she fell on, but some resilient substance, like a trampoline. She bounced back up and down again. She twisted and landed on her back, bouncing up and down. The cock stopped moving and hovered above her. How would she ever get it now? It twitched and a big drop of the liquid descended from the tip. Round and clear, the drop glistened and shined and flashed as it slowly fell, drawing out a long thin string of liquid behind it, like nylon fishing line. The big balls wobbled obscenely as the drop splashed on Nancy's chest, pushing her teats aside and back as it washed slowly over her. It washed down between her legs and over her hips. Eyes still on the cock she began to lustfully rub the warm goo over her naked body. Elbows on the spongy floor, she ran her hands up and down from her cunt to her boobs, slowly rubbing around on the twin fleshy peaks, slickly massaging her upright nipples. One hand ran down across her snatch and down the inside of her outstretched legs. The other she put over her crotch, stretching across her cunt to her asshole. She rubbed it against her gyrating hips.
"More, more," she begged, but the cock flew straight up and disappeared.
"Very nice," said a voice behind her.
She whirled around but saw no one.
"Very nice, very nice, very nice, very nice...." the voice seemed to echo from her other side.
She looked back to see lines of produce men, box boys, and delivery men. They all had their pants open or down and they all had hard-ons. Some were stroking their cocks and pointing them at Nancy.
"Very nice," said one.
"Very very nice," said another. Nancy could see the lips of various ones moving but couldn't exactly tell who was saying what.
"I'd like to jam this thing right up your tight quim, came a voice.
"I'm going to pump your cunt till you moan," said someone else.
"We're going to fuck, Baby, really fuck!" one said.
"Spread your legs, Honey, I've got a thick, hard, slab of meat for you," came a different voice.
"Yes, yes, all right," answered Nancy, "I'll take one. I'll take one." She got up on her knees and tried to crawl toward the men. She reached out for the closest prick, quivering in front of her. But the floor was too slippery with the slimy liquid from the giant cock. She flopped forward onto her chin, her outstretched arm landing flat on the soft floor. She bounced back, floundered and fell again. "Come on, Baby, try harder," said one of the men. "It's hard and hot and ready and waiting just for you!"
"Yes, yes, I want it," said Nancy, struggling to her knees again. She was close enough now that she should be able to reach it. She grabbed and could see her finger closing around the closest cock. But when she clenched she got nothing, only her slippery, slimy fingers closing on each other.
"Oh, oh," she whimpered.
"Ha ha ha, haha haha, ha ha ha," the echoing voice rang in her ears, slowly fading.
Nancy shook her head and tried to open her eyes. Her bedroom swam into focus. The familiar form of her dresser with her souvenirs became clear. She blinked and breathed a deep sigh of relief. The formerly smooth covers were rumpled and tangled.
She propped herself up on her elbows and looked around. Everything was normal; a normal high school girl's normal bedroom in a normal family's normal house. Nancy looked again and pinched herself to make sure she was now awake. Satisfied that everything was really all right, she settled cautiously back down and relaxed. She glanced at the clock over the door. Three fifteen. She had plenty of time to sleep more. Snuggling against her pillow and pulling the blankets tight around her she slipped off again.
A pretty girl with long shiny blonde hair and a happy smile skipped up the hallway toward Nancy. The girl was completely nude. Nancy thought the girl looked very attractive. Her full breasts bounced up and down in rhythm as she approached.
"Everyone is doing it here," the girl said in a friendly manner. Gently she took Nancy's hand and led her down beside the white painted banister. This was an older two-story house, built of wood in narrow laths and painted white with merry yellow trim. As they passed doors to various rooms Nancy could see couples and groups of people engaged in different sexual acts of love. Indeed, everyone did seem to be doing something. The people weren't embarrassed by the two girl's curious looks, as they stood hand in hand in the doorways. Those who noticed them waved in a friendly and inviting fashion.
"Doesn't it all look like fun?" the girl asked Nancy. The girl's voice sounded a lot like Nancy's friend Linda. She didn't look like Linda, but Nancy instinctively knew her to be a good friend.
"It looks very nice," said Nancy, waving back at a handsome, friendly looking fellow who was being sucked by two lovely girls at once. They were matched raven-haired beauties, twin sisters perhaps, with snow white skin. Their perfect, conical breasts were tipped by striking nipples of the deepest red, matching their lips. Their lips played up and down the man's stiffly erect tool, contrasting dark red against the pink of his penis. He pumped his hips gently up and down against the ornate antique bed they all sat on. He beckoned with his hand. Nancy turned to her new friend for guidance.
"No thank you," the other girl called out to the smiling man, "we've more to see."
"I hope I'll see you later," said Nancy, surprised by her own boldness.
"Good-bye," said the man, speaking for the first time.
"Come on, Nancy," said the pretty blonde girl, pulling her softly by the hand. As they walked down the hall Nancy watched the girl's breasts bounce. They had a gentle, natural curve, arching out to proud nipples, then curving back under to join her smooth stomach. The round ball of harder material that formed the mass of each mound moved up and down with each step. They looked so soft and smooth and cuddly that Nancy put her hand out to feel them, almost against her own will and instinct to self-restraint. Timidly she began to probe the closer one with her fingertips, watching the girl's face to see her reaction.
The girl smiled warmly and arched her body so as to press her teat into Nancy's fingers. "Curious?" she asked.
Nancy nodded.
"That's only natural," the girl assured her. "Go ahead and feel."
Gingerly, Nancy felt the tender flesh. She ran a finger briefly over the girl's nipple. It felt much like Nancy's own. Nancy smiled and let her hand drop.
"Thank you," she said.
"You're welcome. Feel freely," said the girl. "Now we have to keep going." She led Nancy by the hand.
A middle-aged man, healthy and tanned, came toward them down the hall. Stopping in front of the two girls he put one arm around the shoulder of each girl. "Hello, Nancy. Hello, Linda," he said.
"That's peculiar," said Nancy as she kissed him on the lips. Nobody seemed to notice.
The man rubbed his body against the bodies of the two girls. Nancy felt her boobs rub against his chest and felt his limp prick against her leg. Her side pressed warmly against the other girl's-the other Linda's. It all felt very nice.
"You'd better be on your way," he said after a short time.
"Yes," said Linda. "Good-bye."
The man released them and went past, on down the hall. Linda led Nancy down the hall. There was one more open door on the side and a closed door at the end. They paused to look in through the open door. It was a large room with two big beds in opposite corners.
In one corner was a bed with four bodies on it, two male and two female. Nancy and Linda walked closer to see that the four formed a living sq 'are. The male bodies were two opposite sides and the females the other. Each person was making oral love to the next one in line. All four moved together, two cocks sliding in and out of the girls' receptive mouths. Their heads moved in unison. Their lips rippled slightly at the same time as the hard ridges of skin on the heads of the cocks of the two men slipped smoothly into the wet mouths. Tongues darted along the cocks, caressing the sides of the warm hard shafts. Together the girls took the cock heads into the sides of their mouths, swelling up their cheeks like chipmunks, rubbing around, sucking hard. The men in turn were eating and licking on the girl's warm moist pussies. Spreading their asses with eager hands they ran twin tongues along the sensitive skin of the twitching twats. The girls' asses rocked and swayed in sensuous enjoyment, pushing against the loving faces of their partners. It was slow, delicate love-making, full of excitement and arousal but without frenzy. The sucking and licking continued deliberately, rhythmically, the partners moving together in perfect harmony.
"This is called a one-thirty-eight," explained Linda. "It's a double sixty-nine." The lovers gave no sign of noticing, but continued their delicious movement.
The other bed in the room Nancy recognized as the one from the magazine in Mr. Milton's office. The couple on the bed was the same, too. The young man looked even more remarkably like her boyfriend, Bill. There was just enough difference to tell that it was someone else, a stranger. The girl had long dark brown hair like Nancy. They were in the same position they had been in on the cover of the magazine. The girl straddled the man with her ass arched pertly. She moved her hips artfully, straight up and down, on and off the man's stalwart member. He grasped the cheeks of her ass in his hands and assisted her humping motion. At the same time he thrust in time with his pelvis, ramming his rod home to its juicy destination each time the girl's ass rocked down to meet it. With each of these thrusts his thick cock was swallowed up to the hilt in her tender fold, leaving only his two furry balls hanging toward his ass. As she rose, arching the small of her back so that her teats squashed flat against his chest, Nancy watched the full length of his prick slide out. Nancy moved in close to see the action as clearly as it had been shown in the magazine. Her head nodded up and down each time she watched the girl's cunt slam down to meet its mate. She squeezed Linda's hand and Linda squeezed back.
"Wow!" said Nancy, "that really looks great!"
"We can show you more," the young man said in a voice amazingly like Bill Long's.
"Oh, please do," said Nancy.
"Here, watch this," he said. He pushed the girl's shoulders and she rose up to her knees, sliding off his cock. The girl smiled at Nancy. The young man slid out from between his partner's legs and moved around behind her. Kneeling behind his partner's upraised ass, he spread the lips of her cunt with his fingers. The head of his slippery unit rested in her open slit. The position was exactly the same as the one in the magazine. This time there was action. He pressed with his pelvis and cock entered cunt. Nancy watched wide-eyed as his noble weapon found its erotic target. It pressed in until their hips were flush, his jutting hip bones resting against her fleshy buns. Grasping her hips firmly, he began to hump and pump, jolting her frame dominantly each time he rammed it in.
"Ooooh," moaned the girl, biting her lip.
"Ooooh," moaned Nancy, licking hers excitedly with her tongue.
"Now watch how she can suck me," said the man. He pulled out of the girl and sat back as she turned around to suck him.
"Wow," said Nancy, "maybe I should get into this."
"No," said Linda, "they are just here for you to watch. There is something special waiting for you in the next room. Come on, now."
Reluctantly, she followed her friend's pull. Linda led her out of the room and down the few remaining steps to the door at the end of the hall. Linda opened the door and pushed Nancy into the room.
"Have fun," she said, "it's all yours."
The room was -lined with mirrors on every wall and on the ceiling. Rising out of the center of the floor was the giant cock, firmly in place. The two huge balls lay in their loose sacks on the floor. Nancy smiled and walked toward it, looking to satisfaction at last. Lovingly, she threw her arms around the thick column of flesh and kissed the warm, loose skin. With one knee on each side she rubbed her cunt on the side of the giant hard-on.
"Ring!" went something, in a commanding tone.
She rubbed her body slowly and sexually against the warm flesh. Glancing over her shoulder she saw the other girl smiling at her.
"Ring!" went the noise again.
She turned around to face her friend and slid down so that she sat on the large balls, leaning back against the shaft like a queen on her throne. Pulling some of the loose skin of the sacks up between her legs she began to rub it through her cunt, her excitement rising.
"Ring! Ring! Ring!" went the sound, insistently.
With a sense of frustration Nancy shook herself awake. Rubbing herself, she reached over to the telephone on the floor by her bed.
"Hello," she said.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Hello, Nancy? This is Linda," said the voice on the phone.
"Oh, Linda, hello," said Nancy.
"I was hoping that you'd be home from work already."
"I've been home for a while," said Nancy. "I didn't feel well so I left early."
"That's too bad," said Linda. "Will you be well enough to go tonight?"
"Oh yes, I feel fine now. I was just a little tired so I came home to rest up for tonight."
"That explains it, then. You sound like you're half asleep. I hope I didn't wake you up."
"That's okay. I should get up anyway. What time is it?" Nancy glanced up at the clock over the door, which showed five fifteen.
"A quarter after five," said Linda.
"Oh," Nancy yawned, "it's so late. It's a good thing you called. I have to start getting ready. I probably would have just kept dreaming if you hadn't called."
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. What time did I tell you we'd be by?"
"I don't remember for sure. Was it eight o'clock?"
"Probably. Anyway, Bob just called and said he'll be a little late, so it'll probably be around eight thirty instead. I just wanted to make sure you knew."
"That's fine," said Nancy. "Will Bob go pick up Bill on his way over?"
"Yes, that's what he said," Linda answered. "Did you decide what to wear?"
"I'm not sure," said Nancy. "I have a couple of different things in mind but I can't decide."
"I'm going to wear my tight pants and sheer blouse," said Linda. "There is no need to get all dressed up. We're just going to a movie."
"I wish you could help me decide. Say, do you have anything ready for dinner yet?"
"Not yet," said Linda. "I just thought I might have some salad. I don't want to eat too much. I'm watching my weight."
"You're watching your weight? Why, Linda, you have a lovely figure! Why do you have to watch your weight?"
"No, I'm too fat. I'd like to lose about five pounds."
"That's silly," said Nancy. "If anyone should lose five pounds it's me."
"Nancy, you look perfect! You're not too fat," said Linda.
"Oh, thank you," said Nancy with a slight giggle. She was pleased by Linda's compliment. "Anyway, I started to ask if you'd like to come over here and eat something. I have everything for salad. Then you can help me decide what to wear."
"That wouldn't interrupt your family's dinner?" asked Linda.
"My parents are gone for the weekend," said Nancy. "I'm here all alone."
"Okay," said Linda, "I'll get my things together and be over in a few minutes. I'll call Bob and tell him to pick both of us up at your house."
"Fine," said Nancy, "I'll call Bill and tell him that Bob will be a little bit late. See you in a while. Good-bye."
"Good-bye."
Nancy put the phone back on the hook and settled back down on her pillow. She rubbed her eyes and yawned again. She could vaguely remember something about rubbing against a giant penis, but she couldn't exactly get it clear. She closed her eyes and lay there for a moment or two. Then with great effort she deliberately shook her head and sat up. She had to get ready and couldn't let herself fall asleep again.
She clicked on the table lamp by her bed, climbed out of the covers and stood up. She stretched as she reached into the closet for her bathrobe. She threw it around her body and whirled to face herself in the mirror. Now to call Bill. Normally Nancy thought it didn't seem right for a girl to call up a boy and she would be embarrassed to do so. A nice girl would wait for the boy to call her and not appear too forward. Many times she had sat and wished that some boy would call her, too bashful to call him. With Bill it was different, though. They had a very close relationship established and she had some important news to relay. So she overcame her instinctive touch of reluctance, picked up the phone and dialed.
"Hello?" It was a woman's voice which answered.
"Hello," said Nancy. She felt a little awkward as she asked, "Could I speak with Bill, please?"
"Certainly," said the woman, probably Bill's mother. "May I tell him who is calling?"
"This is Nancy."
"Just a minute, Nancy. I'll go call him."
Nancy wound and unwound the telephone cord around her finger as she waited. She rocked back and forth on one leg. She could see herself in the mirror behind Bill's smiling picture. "He's so cute," she thought, and she smiled at herself in the mirror. Bill had been taking her out fairly regularly for a few months now. She still felt a sort of thrill each time she saw him or talked to him. She knew that other girls at Central High were envious of her, because Bill was a handsome and popular sports hero. It was because of him that Nancy had decided to start taking birth control pills and tonight was the big night. She wanted so much to make him happy. His curly-haired good looks beamed at her from the cardboard picture frame.
"Hello," came his voice over the telephone. "Hi, Bill, this is Nancy," she said. "I know. My mother told me. How are you doing?"
"Just fine," said Nancy. "I called you up about tonight. Linda called me up and told me that Bob called her up and told her that he would be a little late. He'll be by at about eight thirty instead of eight o'clock."
"I know," said Bill. "Bob just called me up on the phone and told me the same thing."
"Oh," said Nancy. "Well, I just wanted to make sure you knew."
"Thanks." Then in a lower, muffled tone he continued, "Listen, I have to talk low so my mom can't hear. Bob knows some guy at Lincoln J.C. who is over twenty-one. The guy got some booze for us and we're going to bring it along tonight."
"Wow!" said Nancy. "Do you think that will be all right?"
"Sure," he whispered, "we won't drink too much. Just enough to get a little buzz." Suddenly his voice returned to its normal tone. "Okay, Nancy, I guess I'll see you about eight-thirty. Good-bye."
"Good-bye, Bill," she said and hung up. After the wine earlier that day she didn't know how much the idea of liquor appealed to her. Her stomach had returned to normal, but the thought of alcohol didn't make it feel any better. She didn't want to be a party pooper, though, so she hoped she'd feel like drinking a little at least later on. She knew that she wasn't supposed to drink, but many of the older and more popular kids were rumored to be drinking and Nancy figured just a little couldn't hurt anything.
She turned on the hot water tap in the shower in the bathroom to let the water warm up. While she waited she went to the front door and unlocked it in case Linda might come while she was in the shower. She walked into the kitchen to make sure she had everything necessary for a salad. She got out lettuce, onion and cucumber. Thinking for a moment she decided that a taste of cheese and salami on the salad wouldn't be too fattening. She didn't hesitate in her choice of salad dressing. There was the thousand island dressing her father favored and some low calorie French. She took the low calorie French out of the refrigerator and placed it on the counter with the other ingredients.
The shower water was warm by the time she got back. Nancy adjusted the hot and cold taps to just the right mixture, untied her bathrobe, slipped it off, and got into the shower. Her cunt was already washed from before her nap, but the rest of her body felt unclean from her morning's activities. The warm water felt soothing and good running down her supple body. She stood with the top of her head under the nozzle so that the water flowed through her long brown hair onto her body. She could feel the water running off her shoulders merge on her chest to form one stream down between her full breasts onto her stomach, into her belly button and back out, on down to her moist furry snatch. She soaped her face and washed it off again. She ran the slippery pink bar up and down each arm, under her arms and across the tempting topology of her chest. She slid it up and down the crack of her ass, across the soft pliable flesh of her buns, through her tender crotch and down her legs. Then she stood upright under the hot bracing jet to wash all the suds from her body, rubbing her eyes to keep them from stinging. An observer would have had to agree with Linda's opinion of Nancy's flawless body. Without being skinny she was firm and smooth and lithe. Her finely chiseled features were elegant contrasted with the slick, shiny dark mass of her wet hair. As she lifted her arms to massage shampoo through her long locks the streams of water from her shoulders diverged, running down each pointed teat to the nipple, sometimes dripping off, sometimes running under the fleshy mounds to her stomach. Hearing a noise outside the shower, she opened the shower curtain to call out.
"Linda, is that you?"
"Hi, Nancy, it's just me," Linda answered.
"I'll be right out," Nancy called.
"No hurry. I'll just wait in your room."
"Okay."
Nancy finished washing her hair and rinsed all the remaining shampoo and soap from her body. She stepped out of the shower and pulled a big, fluffy towel from the towel rack. She patted down her body then rubbed furiously on her hair, to speed the drying process so that it would be ready for her date. She dried down her body once again, more completely. When she came to her crotch she lifted one leg up onto the toilet seat. Carefully she poked the towel into her asshole and cunt. She rubbed gently on her furry mound, now warm and wet. She finished drying her legs, hung the towel back on the proper rack, put her bathrobe around her and walked out of the bathroom.
Linda had thrown her coat on Nancy's bed and was sitting next to it. She was wearing tight orange corduroy bell bottom pants which clearly displayed the outline of her crotch and ass. Her blouse was of a thin, sleek, clingy material which form-fitted her excellent boobs perfectly. The material spread from small gathers at the low neckline to be fully stretched out over her nipples. Each nipple made a small button which stood out through the fabric.
"Your outfit looks so daring and sexy," said Nancy. "I've never gone without a bra before."
"I think it's fun to look sexy," said Linda. "I know that Bob likes it."
"Don't you get embarrassed if people stare at you?"
"Well, the kind of people I like are mature enough not to stare. It's all right with me if they notice. The only time it's bad is if I have to walk by a construction project or something. Then I like to wrap up in a jacket. But then those men give any passing woman a bad time. They're really rude."
"Oh, I know," said Nancy. "I'll go the long way around a block to avoid them."
"But it's kind of flattering when nice people notice how I look. I'm not ashamed of my body, and if they see that I look sexy that's okay."
"Maybe I'll try going braless tonight. Before I get dressed would you like to go into the kitchen and eat?"
"Okay."
The two girls walked into the kitchen. Nancy got plates out of the cabinet and put them on the table. She broke the lettuce up onto the plates and gave one to Linda.
"Help yourself to cheese and meat and salad dressing," she said.
"Thank you," said Linda. She sprinkled some of the cheese and salami on her plate of salad. Turning the bottle of low calorie dressing upside down, she shook it vigorously. Then she poured a few drops here and there over the greens and passed the bottle to Nancy.
"I love to eat salads for dinner," said Nancy. "My father always has to have meat and potatoes. If I eat that every day I'll look like a blimp!"
"I know," said Linda. Lettuce is so deliciously low in calories."
"Would you like a cup of coffee?" said Nancy. "I'm going to drink one to wake me up completely from my nap."
"Yes, please," said Linda.
Nancy started water to boil in a whistling teakettle on the stove. While the water heated the girls munched their salads in silence. After a minute or so the whistle rose in pitch to a steady, demanding signal. Nancy measured instant coffee into two cups and poured the water in. She stirred each one briefly and set them on the table.
"Would you like low calorie non dairy dietetic creamer or saccharin for your coffee?" she asked.
"Just saccharin, thank you.
They sipped their coffee and finished what remained of their salads. Nancy cleared off the plates, rinsed them off and set them on the counter.
"Now for just a touch of dessert," she said. "I always like just a touch. All we have is German chocolate cake, rocky road ice cream and marshmallow topping. I didn't eat any lunch and we've saved so many calories at dinner that I'm sure just a touch won't hurt."
"It sure does sound tempting," said Linda. "Why not? No sense in getting carried away with this diet routine."
They loaded up their plates and dug in.
After dessert the two trim young ladies returned to Nancy's room to decide what she should wear. Nancy thought she should wear pants like Linda. She got all her slacks out of the closet and laid them on her bed. Most were of the somewhat baggy pedal pusher or capri type.
"Ugh, no, those baggy things just won't do," said Linda. "Don't you have anything that would be a little tighter?"
"These are old things that my mother bought for me," said Nancy. "The only other thing I have is blue jeans."
"Well, try them on," said Linda.
The freshly laundered denim clung tightly to Nancy's shapely legs and thighs. Barely is a well shaped ass as advantageously displayed as in tight, faded blue jeans, and Nancy's was no exception. Linda looked on approvingly as Nancy turned around to let her see.
"That looks great," said Linda.
"They feel really nice," said Nancy. "So snug and comfy."
"Now for a top," said Linda. "Let's see what you've got."
They looked through Nancy's closet. Most of her blouses were plain cotton blouses of a conservative style. Nancy's teats were so nice that they would have looked good poking through the thin material, but Linda thought something more exciting would be better. At last they found a velvet halter top Nancy had gotten for summer wear, cranberry in color. It was gathered with elastic at the sleeves, neck, and across the midriff. The low neckline revealed the top of the swelling of Nancy's voluptuous breasts. The way the cloth fit over her boobs to her chest below left no doubt as to the rest of the shape, without displaying the nipples as well as Linda's. Nancy looked at herself in the mirror and smiled.
"You don't think it will be too cold, do you?" she asked.
"No, it's not very cold out tonight. Besides, you can wear a coat over it. You look very nice."
"Oh, I'm glad you think so. It feels nice," said Nancy. She could imagine how easily Bill's hand could slip under the soft fuzzy material to caress her teats. Glancing at the clock over the door, she saw that it was a few minutes after seven. She and Linda just had time to brush their hair before their dates arrived at eight thirty.
CHAPTER NINE
At about eight-thirty the boys arrived. Nancy invited them into the house for a minute while she and Linda got their coats and finished getting ready.
"Hey, maybe we could mix up a little of this stuff here before we go," said Bob, pulling a brown paper bag out from under his jacket.
"Yeah," said Bill, "that would be a lot easier than trying to do it in your van."
"Do you have any glasses or a pitcher?" Bob asked Nancy. Although Bill and Bob were good friends they were quite different physically. While Bill was muscular, almost stocky, Bob was thinner. He wasn't skinny, but didn't show the results of years of football practice the way Bill did. His hair was darker and he had a curling moustache on his upper lip.
"Yes, just go on into the kitchen," Nancy said in answer to his question. "I think Bill knows where everything is, since he's helped put away dishes here before."
They walked into the kitchen. Bob set the sack on the counter and pulled out two bottles.
"I guess this stuff must be pretty powerful," said Bill, picking up the small bottle of rum.
"One fifty-one proof, that's pretty powerful all right!" said Bob. "But we'll mix it pretty weak. We can just drink a little here and take the rest along to the show, already mixed."
"How much did you get?" Bill asked.
"I've got two bottles of rum, four fifths of a pint each. I think just one will be enough for now. We can save the other one."
"What are you going to mix it with?"
"I've got a couple of bottles of passion fruit juice. The guy that got this for me said it's really good."
"Wow, sounds exotic," said Bill. "I've never tried any of that before."
"Well, let's mix a little up and try some right now. Is there a plastic pitcher or something here?"
"Let me see what I can find." Bill opened the cabinet next to him and looked inside. He pulled out a pitcher with a handle and a top with a pour spout. "This okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, great," said Bob. He poured about half the contents of the rum bottle into the pitcher. "Want a taste straight?" he asked. "No, thanks," said Bill.
"Me either," said Bob. He opened a bottle of juice and filled the pitcher most of the way. He took a spoon out of the dish drying rack and stirred it. Taking a glass from the rack he poured a little out and tried it, then handed it to Bill.
"Tastes like alcohol," said Bill, wincing at the taste.
"That's just the first sip. It always does that at first," said Bob. "Let me put some ice in it. That'll make it a little better."
"Here, I'll get it," said Bill. He opened the refrigerator and pulled out an ice tray. It was partly used and the ice was loose. Bob put three cubes into the pitcher and swirled it around.
"Hey, girls," he called out, "come try some of this stuff."
"Be right there," Linda called back. In a few moments the two girls walked into the kitchen.
"Wow," said Bob. "You both look really nice!" Linda walked over to where he was leaning against the counter. He took her hand and pulled her to him. He put his arms around her waist and kissed her. "Here, have a taste," he said, lifting the glass off the counter.
She took a little sip. "Mmm, that's really good. What is it?"
Bill answered, "Rum and passion fruit juice. Here, Nancy, have a taste."
"Just a little," she said, sipping. She handed the glass back to Bob. "Bill, I want to talk to you for a minute. Let's go in the other room."
"Sure, okay," said Bill. He drank another sip and they went into the living room.
"Let's sit down," said Nancy, leading him to the sofa behind the glass topped coffee table. As Bill sat down his arm brushed the table, causing a spark from static electricity built up walking across the carpet.
"What do you want to talk about?" he asked.
"Well," she began slowly, "I don't know quite how to start. I really like you a lot, Bill, and I hope our, well, love can grow. I want us to be together, as close as we can. I don't want to feel like I'm depriving you of anything or keeping anything back from you."
"Yes, what are you trying to say?"
"Well, I went with Linda to a gynecologist a couple of weeks ago, a doctor. Bill, he gave me birth control pills!"
"Birth control pills?"
"Yes, pills. I started taking them about two weeks ago. Today is the first day that ... well, they're working."
"Wow, Nancy," he said, a bit uncertain as to how he should react, "that's really nice of you. I mean, uh ... that's great! Wow!"
"Well, I just wanted to tell you. That's why I asked you to come in here."
"Yeah, wow, Nancy, that's really great."
"We can go back in the kitchen and you can have another drink now if you want."
"In just a minute we will," he said. Putting one arm around her back on the couch he pulled her toward him. With his other hand he pulled her head to his and kissed her on the lips. She yielded gladly and their hot young bodies pressed together in a passionate smooch. His tongue parted her tender lips and her mouth opened willingly. Their heads and bodies rolled and swayed slowly in an embrace of love. Their legs pushed the glass coffee table back on the carpet as their hips ground firmly against each other. Bill's hand dropped to Nancy's torso, rubbing slowly. As he touched her breast, feeling the nipple ready and hard beneath the plush cloth she sought his thrusting crotch. Pushing her hand between their close bodies she found the object of her lustful quest, his hot and swelling cock. She pressed it and squeezed it through the tight cloth of his pants. Yearning for closer contact, she fumbled with his belt and zipper. She felt him pop open the buttons on her jeans and felt his fingers slide down through her snarly pubic hair to her moist and slippery slit.
"Maybe we should go into my room," Nancy said.
"Okay," said Bill. As he stood up the head of his proud hard prick pushed its way out of his fly where Nancy had started to open it. She rubbed it and leaned over to give it a lick. She smiled up at him, stood up and led him by the hand.
Bill closed the door to her room behind him. Nancy wrapped her arms around him tightly. He kissed her and they clung together for a moment.
"Oh, Bill, I've been waiting for this so long. I love you. Do you love me?"
"I do. I love you, Nancy," he said, pulling her top off. She lifted her arms to let him slip the brief garment over her head. Her big teats bounced as they were freed from the bottom elastic. As he fingered her nipples she undid the buttons of his shirt. He pulled his arms out of the sleeves while she zipped his zipper the rest of the way down and pulled his pants and shorts down. His cock sprang out, upright and stiff. Nancy caressed it lovingly and moved her face close to it, carefully studying every groove and line and blood vessel on the pink shaft. Darting her tongue out she tenderly, teasingly stroked the fat, swollen tip. She ran her tongue into the slit from which her lover's hot semen would jet, sending a quiver through his whole body. Then she plunged it down her throat as far as it would go, pressing firmly with her lips, sucking hard and squeezing.
"Ooooh," Bill moaned, stroking the back of her hair. She worked her neck fore and back, sliding his prick in and out of her mouth. "That feels so good," he said.
"Let's get into bed," she said, pulling her head off his pecker. She stood up and pushed her jeans down off her legs. Bill took his shoes off and stepped out of his pants, kicking them into a corner. They stood there facing each other, totally nude together for the first time. They paused to look at each other briefly before Bill pushed her gently down onto the bed. She spread her legs wide to expose the precious treasure of her waiting cunt, waiting for his loving penetration. He looked at the shrimp colored thin lips, sticking out wrinkled and loose between her furry matted hair. She pulled her legs back as he settled in to plunge. This motion caused the pink lips to part temptingly, affording a glimpse at her canyon of warm secrets. Eagerly she wiggled her ass and pulled him to her, impatient to have the penis of her dreams buried deep within her. He spread the lips more with his fingers and carefully placed the head of his cock in her ready orifice. Slowly, steadily, he pushed it in.
"Aaaah!" Nancy gasped in pleasure as she felt the stiff, potent organ of her desires slide all the way in, up to the hilt. She wrapped her legs passionately around his thrusting hips, trying to suck him in and in and in. For what seemed like a long time they lay still, pressing their genitals into each other as hard as they could. Tears crept into the corners of Nancy's eyes and her lips trembled. She emitted a low sob, in a mixture of bewilderment, the pain of the initial thrust, and a consuming burst ofmental and physical pleasure that radiated outward from her bursting loins to fill her whole body.
Likewise wracked by almost overwhelming emotion, Bill clutched her head in his hand and pressed his throbbing hot lips to her. He aggressively pushed his stiffly extended tongue into her mouth, bending and massaging and arousing hers with its motion. Her jaws yielded hungrily, pulsing and licking.
They kissed frantically as his powerful, athletic hips began slowly to pump. Stroking only a very short distance at first, he gently pulled back only enough to slightly arch his ass. He pushed back in all the way, grinding around and around against her pelvis. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. Slowly around and around.
No longer able to breathe in their hot, wet kiss, their mouths slid off each other. Pressed cheek to cheek, almost ear to ear, and breast to breast they panted. Their breathing became almost grunting as Bill's pumping increased in tempo. His every twisting thrust was met by the well timed push of Nancy's cunt. She moved it in a circular motion, the highest part coinciding with the deepest penetration of Bill's quickening plunge. The sensual give and take became more linear as it became faster. The slapping humping on the bed rose to a veritable frenzy.
"Ohh! Ohh! Ooooohh! Aaaaaaahhhh!" Nancy's breathing became one low, intense moan as her sexual excitement rose to a level she had never before known to be possible. Time merged into pure, blinding white light for Nancy as Bill's rapid pumping evolved into a sort of quivering or jerking. Dropping his hands to her hip bones, his fingers crept under the cheeks of her ass, clenching all around her anus. He pulled her body to his with all his strength.
PULSE! PULSE! PULSE! His hot young sperm spurted!
Nancy felt an intense, clutching throb sweep through the muscles of her lower abdomen. ORGASM!!! The forceful message raced up all her neural connections and echoed off the walls of her brain. Slowly she returned to the world of her bedroom. Her chest heaved spasmodically as her eyes fluttered. The intense, almost anguished expression of her facial muscles began to relax.
Bill's body spent its fury in repeated coming. His muscled young figure lay limply in the cradle of Nancy's still clenching thighs. They lay together, breathing deeply and rapidly, hot and sweaty. All tension had been completely released in their climactic act of sexual love.
After a moment Bill rolled off her to lie fatigued by her side. He kissed her weakly on the lips. They both felt great emotion inside, but no words seemed appropriate, each instinctively knowing what the other partner felt. They lay together in deep silence for perhaps five minutes before having enough strength to sit up.
Bill was the first to speak, "I guess Bob and Linda must be wondering what happened to us."
Nancy giggled, "Linda knew this was the first day of my pills. She probably figured out what was happening."
"Yeah, I guess so. I wonder if they drank up all of that rum while they were waiting? They're probably three sheets to the wind by now."
"Oh, silly boy, I'm sure there will be plenty for you to drink. Oh, Bill, that was so nice. Thank you." She threw her arms around him.
"Don't thank me," he protested weakly, "We both did it together." Nancy could tell he was secretly pleased by her compliment. She rocked back and forth against him, arms around his shoulders.
"Shall we go back and join the others?" she suggested after a few more moments passed.
"Yeah, I guess so," he said. He stepped off the bed and offered her his hand. She took it and stepped onto the floor. Bill put on his pants and shirt, Nancy her jeans and top. They walked barefoot out into the kitchen.
"Boy, you must have really had a lot to tell him," Bob said to Nancy as she and Bill entered the kitchen.
"Well, I guess so," said Nancy, blushing.
"Don't give her a hard time," said Linda.
"I wasn't," said Bob, "I was only kidding. Here, would you like a little drink of rum and juice?"
"Okay, I will," said Nancy. "My stomach was uneasy before but it feels all settled now."
"I'll take some, too," said Bill. "I'll get a couple more glasses out of the cabinet. Then maybe we should get going to the drive-in."
"Oh, are we going to a drive-in?" said Nancy.
"Yes," said Bill, putting the glasses on the counter. "We can all get in the back of Bob's van. When the front seats are folded down you can see right out the front window."
"Huh," said Nancy, "Oh, I can just drink a little out of your glass, Would that be all right?"
"Sure," said Bill. He took a long sip and handed the glass to Nancy. She took a sip and handed it back to him.
"How do you like this stuff?" Bob asked.
"Great, really great," said Bill.
"Yes," agreed Nancy, "It tastes very good. I can hardly taste the alcohol."
"I mixed it really weak on purpose. There is some rum still left in the bottle. We can pour it into the mix to make it stronger after everyone gets used to it."
"Are we going to take these glasses along?" said Linda.
"We'll have to be sure and get them back if we do," said Nancy.
"No, we might as well just take the pitcher," said Bob. "We can all drink out of that and it'll be easier to keep track of."
"I'd like to keep track of it a little right now," said Bill. "This glass is empty. We'll just drink one more and then get going." He lifted the pitcher off the counter and poured another glassful.
Nancy took a sip and said, "I'll go get our shoes so we can put them on while we finish this."
"I'll go with you," said Linda. "I want to look in the mirror one more time before we go." The two girls walked out of the kitchen.
"Well," said Bob, "did Nancy have something good to tell you?"
Bill smiled for a minute. "Yep," he said finally, "something pretty good."
"Yeah, Linda told me that Nancy just started taking pills. That's pretty handy."
"Yeah, I guess so. It ought to make our dates a lot more interesting from now on."
"Heh, heh, no fooling," said Bob. "That Nancy is really a good looking girl."
"I think so," said Bill. "Of course you're not doing so bad yourself. Linda is pretty much of a fox herself."
"Really. Rough life, isn't it? Here, let's have little drink while we're waiting for them." ' "You talked me into it," joked Bill. He picked up the pitcher and poured the two glasses full once again. "Cheers," he said as they clinked them together and each drank about half a glass.
"Are you getting a buzz off this stuff yet?" said Bob.
"Maybe a little bit. I'm a few minutes behind you still. Are you getting a buzz?"
"Yeah, a little buzz. Linda and I drank about two glasses while you were in the other room."
The girls walked back into the kitchen. Nancy carried a pair of canvas tennis shoes for herself and Bill's shoes.
"Here are your shoes," she said, handing them to him. They both sat down at the kitchen table and put them on. Linda took another drink out of Bob's half empty glass.
"I guess we're ready," said Bill, as he finished tying his laces.
"Okay," said Bob, "let's get on our pony and ride. The show's probably starting already." He picked up the pitcher, which was about half gone by this time. Bob himself felt about half gone. They hadn't really drunk all that much in volume, but the very high alcohol content of the rum was having its effect. Since he had to drive, he made a mental note not to drink any more until they were inside the drive-in.
Nancy checked all the doors to see that they were locked. Leaving through the garage, the four young people walked out to Bob's vehicle, parked in the driveway. It was a big roomy van, the kind with the engine inside, between the seats in front. The glossy sheen of the paint job was evidence of the amount of time regularly spent polishing and waxing it. The color was a deep maroon, almost purple in the pale blue illumination of the street lights. All the chrome strips and letters had been removed and the holes filled. The body looked sleek in spite of its imposing, square bulk. The stock bumpers had been removed and replaced with polished beams of wood. The tires were wide and squat, the type used for road racing cars. They looked very black and new. The lettering of the brand name and size of the tires had been colored in white or silver so that it stood out against the black rubber. Inside the tires were magnesium racing wheels with five powerful grey spokes.
"You two can get in around here," said Bob, opening the wide side doors on the passenger side. Bill and Nancy climbed into the back and Bob shut the doors from the outside. He opened the front door for Linda, then went around the other side and got in himself. The front seats were plush black naugahyde buckets. Nancy and Bill sat on a mattress which covered the entire width of the bed of the van. It was covered with cloth so the buttons were not exposed. There were several large pillows and cushions. Bill placed some of these against the rear doors. He pulled Nancy by the shoulders and they settled back close together into the soft heap. Nancy touched the plywood paneling on the side wall. It had a shiny mahogany veneer finish.
"Bob, this is really a nice van," she said.
"Thanks," said Bob, "I put in all that paneling myself. You guys want to hear some music?"
"Sure," said Bill.
"I just got an FM stereo cartridge for my tape deck," said Bob. He pulled the small plastic box out from behind his seat. He pushed it into the stereo tape deck, which was bolted inside the glove compartment.
"Why do you have it inside the glove compartment?" Nancy asked him.
"I had three tape decks stolen out of here when you could see them from the outside. They just broke in the windwing and took them. Now I've had this one in here where you can't see it for two months and it hasn't been stolen."
"Wow, that's a drag, having all those stolen," Nancy said.
"That happens all the time," said Bill. "Those things get stolen so fast. I know some guys at school who can always get hot ones."
"Well, I think it's a crummy thing to do," said Nancy.
"It really is," said Linda. "Why do people do things like that to each other?"
"How do you think I feel about it?" said Bob. "I wish I could get ahold of whoever is doing it. But it just happens in the middle of the night, in front of my own house. I called the cops to report it and they said there was nothing they could do. Insurance paid for the first one, but then my premium went up. What a drag! Anyway, let's think about something pleasant. Here's some music."
He turned the radio on as he pulled out of Nancy's driveway and took off down the street. It was some throbbing electric rock. The singer had a high nasal voice and kept shouting, "I want to ball you, I want to ball you all night long." Nancy and Bill tapped their feet absent-mindedly as they cuddled together on the cushions.
CHAPTER TEN
Bob selected a parking slot near the back of the drive-in theater, with no cars on either side. He pulled in and attached the speaker to the window. The show was already under way. The movie showing seemed to be something about insects. In huge close-ups, forty feet high, ants and mosquitoes and preying mantises crawled around. Different bugs ate each other or engaged in wars.
"Make some room so we can get in the back, too," Bob said, turning around.
"We'll move over to one side," said Bill, rearranging the pillows. Bob folded the front seats down.
"Can you see over these now?" he asked.
"Yeah, fine," said Bill. Bob and Linda climbed over the engine into the back. They sat down against the side wall so that they could face Bill and Nancy or the screen, as they wished.
"Boy," said Bob, "that long drive really parched my throat. I think I am in need of some liquid refreshment."
"Here you are," said Nancy, who had been holding the pitcher.
"Great," said Bob, taking it. He took a long drink and swished it around in his mouth before handing the pitcher to Linda.
"Bottoms up," said Linda, obviously feeling in good spirits. She took a drink and handed it to Nancy.
"I don't know if I should drink very much of this stuff. I'm not very used to drinking," she said.
"Just take it really slowly," said Linda. "Don't try to rush it and you should be okay."
"Okay," said Nancy, sipping gingerly. She passed the pitcher to Bill, who took a large sip.
"That stuff tastes so good," said Bill. "Hey, are you guys comfortable enough on the pillows?"
"Well," said Bob, "maybe we should move into the corner." So saying, he moved back into the corner. Spreading his legs, he drew Linda up between them, so that she faced the screen. When Bill passed him the pitcher he had to twist his head to drink. He gave the pitcher to Linda.
On the screen, long scurrying lines of army ants were defoliating forests, bridging brooks, and devouring everything in sight. Larger insects and even lizards were caught by the unceasing horde of small brown bodies. Covering their prey like a living blanket, they ate the eyes first.
"Too much," said Bob.
"Ugh," said Nancy, watching intently. "Ugh is right," said Linda. "Pass me the pitcher, please."
They continued to pass the pitcher slowly around and watch the movie. The ants had been replaced by spiders gracefully spinning their webs. The time lapse camera reduced the whole process to a matter of seconds. The webs flashed silver against the black background.
Bill sat with his arm around Nancy, sunk deep into the pile of cushions. He was watching the screen but his attention was really on the delectable girl in his arms. His free hand played slowly across her stomach. An almost electric feeling in the contact with her skin told him that she, too, was acutely aware of their closeness. Both were remembering the pleasure they had felt together earlier. Only the presence of the other couple kept them from melting into each other once again. Bob and Linda were their good friends and knew that they had been making love earlier, but neither Bill nor Nancy felt brave enough to start anything right in front of them.
There was music and dialogue from the speaker at the front of the van, but it still seemed very quiet and strained to Bill and Nancy, who could hear the other couple's breathing mere inches away. From time to time one of the four would lift the pitcher, take a drink, and pass it around. On the screen a multi-colored caterpillar had crawled up a twig and was in the speeded up process of turning into a butterfly. Bill and Nancy's bodies pushed against each other as much as they could without any overt act.
Every inch of their skin was tingling and alive, eager for the warm touch of the other.
They sensed or felt a rubbing start between the other couple. Linda's breathing, formerly steady and rythmic, became deeper and heavier. Nancy stole a glance to see that Bob's hands had crept up to Linda's very feelable breasts and were massaging and exploring them through the thin material of her top. Linda's hands were over his, pressing them down, kneading with her fingers. She was obviously enjoying being felt. Faint traces of low moans were starting to accompany her deep breathing.
With a feeling of long awaited relief, Nancy threw her arm around Bill. He drew her close to him and began to kiss her tenderly on the lips. Mouths open, their tongues played teasingly and happily with each other. Still conscious of not making too much noise, they became more and more wrapped up in each other. Bill discovered the convenience of Nancy's short top. Barely pulling the elastic he slipped his fingers under the soft, plush cloth. Tenderly he explored his new toys, Nancy's smooth, soft teats. He cradled the bouncy globes of flesh in his inquiring fingers. He felt around and under each one in turn, entranced by the perfect curving form. He ran his finger, then his thumb up and down the deep crevice between them. It was open and accessible at the bottom and top, folded and buried in the middle. The skin felt warm and nice. He rolled toward Nancy.
Nancy was enjoying the friendly, secure feeling of having her breasts felt by a lover. She felt that she should give love as well as receive and she also wanted to feel Bill's cock. She put her hand down between his legs and brought it up to his crotch, feeling his balls and cock. His recently used tool was coming back to life. Nancy felt the now somewhat familiar feel of a stiffening penis in her hand. Bill pulled his hand briefly out of her top and undid his belt. He started his zipper down, then went back to the teats. Nancy did the rest. Pulling the fly apart she reached into his shorts to pull out his large, but not completely hard prick. It filled her hand, a thick sausage of loose, warm flesh. The skin rolled easily over the spongey center. She rolled the ridge around the head back and forth with her thumb, playing with it. The looseness was disappearing fast as the floppy mass became more erect, pointing proudly out. It dropped slightly from its own weight. Nancy squeezed it with each of her fingers and thumb in succession as she moved her hand along the length of the shaft, rubbing on and off.
All through this they continued their tender kiss. Their heads rolled back and forth against each other, lips brushing. Their entire mouths seemed to pulse in time. Lips pushed against lips. Tongue slid on tongue. It was a dreamy, loving kiss. Both had their eyes firmly closed, oblivious to the rest of the world. At long length their lips finally parted, seeking a breath of fresh air. They lay together, still feeling and stroking each other's body.
"Whew," breathed Bill, "I could use a little bit to drink!" He reached over and picked up the pitcher, offering it to Nancy first.
"Oh, thank you," she said, taking it gladly. She took a long swallow, gulped it down, and took another before handing it back. Bill took a drink and set it back on the floor. He leaned his head to Nancy and began to kiss her again.
Meanwhile, Bob and Linda were getting into the swing of things themselves. Bob had unbuttoned the front of Linda's blouse to get better access to her boobs. As he squeezed and toyed with them Linda had bent her head back. He brought his down to meet her. Their lips and tongues met in intimate contact.
They were thoroughly familiar with each other's bodies, since they had been going together for several months. The convenient mattress in the van had hosted many sessions of frantic fucking. They could park on any residential street in town, put up the curtain that Bob kept just for this purpose, and go to it.
Linda never tired of having Bob rub and caress her teats. She had found that her big full boobs held great potential for erotic stimulation. When Bob traced swirly patterns across the smooth white skin, especially through the thin flannel of a night gown, she tingled with excitement. When he gently squeezed and pinched her nipples she could feel thrills rushing through her body, arousing her desire for more penetrating sexual acts.
There in the drive-in Bob squeezed her teats and pinched her nipples with his thumb and forefinger. She ran her hands clutchingly down his legs as they kissed. This excited him to hump his hips against the small of her back. They swayed and pumped against each other, unconsciously in time with the background music of the bug movie. Eventually this position stopped offering enough opportunity. Twisting her torso, Linda spread her legs so that her crotch came to rest on Bob's knee. Pressing her hungry mound on the bones of his leg she began to hump her cunt slowly and sensually. Her teats hung down in a rounded conical shape. Bob played the palm of his hand enticingly across her nipples as they bounced and swang with her humping motion. They were in this position when Bill put the pitcher down after taking his drink.
"Hmm, that's not too bad of an idea," Bob said as his eye caught the movement of the pitcher. He picked it up and took a drink. The ice cubes were almost totally melted. The beverage was cold and good. The clear, slightly sweet taste of the passion fruit combined delightfully with the cutting taste of the rum.
"I could use some, too," said Linda. She drank from the pitcher. "You two want any more?"
Nancy slowly disengaged herself from her kiss and looked up. "Okay," she said. She looked over to see Linda holding the pitcher out to her. Behind the pitcher hung Linda's beautiful bare breasts. Bob's farther hand was still on the farther boob, feeling it. Bill rolled over toward Linda to get the pitcher and came up looking right into Linda's free teat. He stared at the beautiful gland for a moment. In that moment Linda glanced down to see Nancy's fingers still firmly clutching Bill's now stiffly erect and impatient cock. The head was wet with clear goo and some had dripped onto Nancy's hand.
Everyone realized what the situation was at the same time. They continued to stare for a minute, then looked away. But it seemed so ridiculous to be embarrassed. Linda was the first to laugh, followed by Bill.
"I'll drink to that," he said, taking the pitcher from her and gesturing with it at her teat. He took a drink and handed it to Nancy. She took her hand off his prick to grab it.
"It'll be back soon," she told him. His prick needed no support to stand stiffly up at a sharp angle.
"It sure is getting hot in here," said Bob. "I think I'll take my shirt off."
Nancy suddenly felt impulsive. "So will I," she said. She put the pitcher back in Bill's hand. Taking her top in her two hands she yanked it up over her head. Her nice knockers bounced gaily out from under the cloth. She looked from one teat to the other, then up at the others, who were all looking at her. She smiled. Bob and Linda smiled back. Bill stuck his tongue up and licked her nipple.
"All right!" said Bob. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. Reaching around Linda he started to untie one of his shoes. She leaned down to untie the other.
"Yeah, let me take off my shoes," said Bill. It was true that the four healthy young bodies in action had caused the inside of the truck to heat up. The front window was sufficiently fogged up that it was difficult to distinguish what kind of bug was running around. But nobody even looked.
They all had eyes for each other. Without speaking all four were taking off all their clothes as quickly as possible. Once the almost instinctive restraint was gone, it seemed like something they had all wanted to do all their lives.
"This is like when I was a little kid," said Linda. "Some of us kids used to show each other our cracks and pee pees on the way home from school."
"Wow! You used to do that, too," said Bill.
Nancy smiled to herself. "I remember something like that," she said.
"Yeah, this is too much," said Bob. "Where did that pitcher go?"
"Here," said Nancy. She shook her torso so that her boobs wiggled obscenely as she handed it to him."
"We used to show our things to each other at the bus stop on foggy mornings. While we were waiting for the school bus," Bill said to Linda.
"Wow, that's really strange," said Linda. "I sure haven't done anything like that since then."
"Yeah, me either," said Bill. "Not until now, anyway."
"Hey, that's enough of this talking," said Nancy. "Remember what we were doing?" She grabbed his now somewhat limp cock and stroked it up and down. It remembered quickly. He smiled a last smile at Linda and turned back toward Nancy. His tongue was out of his mouth and heading toward hers before their lips met. They pressed together in a wet sloppy kiss. Their bodies rubbed against each other in slow sensuous pleasure. They could both feel the rum in their brains. The whole inside of the van seemed to sway in time to the rhythm of their lovemaking. The feel of exposed bare flesh over the whole body was an escalation over what had happened before. They pushed into each other with what force their writhing bodies could muster. Bill could feel the soft, flexible mounds of Nancy's teats moving against his chest as he rubbed against her. He spread the lips of her cunt and pushed his fingers in. She responded by twitching and moving her pelvic region quickly and excitedly, spreading her legs and pushing her twat up against his grasping hand.
Linda had turned back toward Bob. Sliding down over his outstretched frame, she dropped her head to his prick. It showed signs of having been hard, but was hanging loosely now. She pulled it up with her hand and stuck it in her mouth. She sucked and pulled with her mouth as she moved her head rapidly up and down. The rum running around inside her head made her motion exaggeratedly fast, but Bob didn't mind. He pumped his hips in time and his cock began to swell in her mouth. The warm, wet pressing felt exquisite on the head of his dick. He could feel it reach full size in her bite. It seemed like it was trying to expand out of the limits of his skin. After licking lovingly across the tip she ran her mouth up and down the length of his throbbing shaft. He moved his body in perfect harmony. One hand clutched the back of her head while the other grasped her shoulder. She sucked one of his balls into her mouth and rolled it around. The warm suction felt tantalizing to Bob. Linda licked around the bottom of his balls and down the root of his cock. The tip of her tongue played frantically back and forth in his asshole. She had to part the furry hair of the crack of his ass with her tongue to reach it. He arched his hips up to provide her better access. She ran her tongue into the muscle -lined hole, pushing in and out. Bob's hand clutched at the mattress beneath him as he moved his ass back and forth against her mouth. Linda drew her tongue back up across his balls to the base of his cock as he relaxed and lowered himself back down. It was almost a relief to feel her pressing lips once again sliding up and down the length of his meaty shaft. She gave one tender bite on the swollen tip and lifted her head toward his head. He leaned forward to kiss her openly on the lips. He could feel the salty taste of the slimy goo off his pecker on her tongue. They kissed heatedly until her uncertain balance made her pull back.
"Wow," he said, "that felt so good."
"I'm glad you liked it," she said. "Let me get another little drink. Then let's get down to serious business."
"Really," he said, "another drink would go okay."
Linda reached in back of her and grabbed the pitcher. She tipped it up to her lips, then passed it to Bob. While he drank, she looked over at Bill and Nancy. They were busy feeling each other frantically, in as many places as four hands could reach. Watching their jerky motion she found herself humping against Bob as he drank.
"Hey, kids, have another drink," she said. As Bob finished with the pitcher she took it from him and extended it toward the engrossed young couple.
Getting no response, she grabbed Bill by the hip and shook him. Slowly he turned over to face her. "Yes," he said.
"I don't mean to disturb you, but you might like another little drink," she said.
"Okay," said Bill.
"I'll take a drink," said Nancy.
"Help yourself," said Linda. "I've got something to take care of. She gave Bob's prick a couple of tight squeezing pulls to insure that it was still good and hard. She pulled her body up over his and straddled his cock. Spreading her own cunt with her fingers she lowered herself onto his stiff spike. It was still wet from her sucking and it slid in easily. She moved her hips up and down, sliding on and off. As Bob began to shove in and out to meet her movement, she lowered her chest to his. Her hanging teats dangled teasingly against his skin. He grasped one and pulled it up to his face. Gently he licked the hard and ready nipple. He sucked as much as he could into his mouth as he rhythmically thrust his hard plunger up into the deep recesses of her moist slippery pussy. He could feel more and more warm slimy love juice issuing from her valley of pleasures as they slapped together. He ran his tongue around her nipple and rolled her teat back and forth in his mouth. His almost bursting body pushed repeatedly up into the treasured inside of hers.
Bill and Nancy watched the other couple fuck as they sipped the rum and passion fruit juice. After the frantic tempo of their feeling each other out the drink came as an almost welcome relief. As Nancy watched the slower motion of her friends engaging in intimate sexual pleasures she thought of the pictures she had seen that afternoon in Mr. Milton's office. The static bedroom scenes seemed so contrived and phony in comparison to the natural acts of love she now watched before her very eyes. The positions of the magazine lovers were so obviously created for the benefit of the camera. She couldn't see nearly as much of Linda's humping cunt or Bob's stiff cock as in the pictures, but the enraptured, fucking motion told so much more. Just watching excited her so that she squeezed Bill's cock until he cried out.
"Ouch," he said, "Let's forget this drinking. Let's screw!"
"Okay," she said. She spread her legs receptively and leaned back into the cushions. Bill needed no more invitation than this. He put the pitcher back down between the mattress and the wall so that it wouldn't fall over. He moved in between Nancy's spread legs and positioned himself for the plunge. Her pussy was wide open and juicy from his forceful feeling. He had had three fingers at once up her crack and the gaping hole they had left seemed ready made for his eager pecker. He clutched her by the shoulders as he shoved it in. She was more than ready and commenced to wiggle in quick jerks as he started to pump.
The whole inside of the van assumed one rhythm as four hot young bodies moved in unison. Linda's legs were now clutched tensely around Bob's chest as he beat out savage rhythms against the wide open target of her sexual aperture. The lips of her cunt stretched down along his slick staff each time it drew down out of her hairy hole. They stretched thin and pink, pulled to their maximum extent by the friction on the sides of his meaty plunger.
A few inches away Bill's ass pounded up and down steadily. His arms were wrapped tightly around Nancy's trunk with his hands pulling on her shoulders. He pulled her down and into him, as if trying to push his ramming warrior even deeper into the inviting depths of his new lover's fuck hole. Pumping was the single thought of the moment. All four pumped with no concern for anything but their own frenzied motion. The hot action sent blood coursing through their heads. With it went the rum, throbbing and pulsing through their brains. Sweat poured out of each one of them, liquid born of rum consumption.
The alcohol prolonged climax for the two young studs. Bob's prick was already highly aroused by the skillful blow job Linda had bestowed upon him. Still his pumping reached a rate that seemed likely to pop his blood vessels before he grabbed the full ripe cheeks of Linda's delectable young ass and clutched them tightly to his exploding fury. She wrapped herself even more tightly around him in continuous orgasm as he pumped squirt after squirt of come up into her snatch.
This was Bill's second coming of the evening. The alcohol in his unaccustomed brain produced an almost blinding sensation as he beat away madly. There was but one thought in his mind and that was to come, to shoot his wad, to pop his rocks. All feeling concentrated in the head of his dick. He could acutely feel the sides of Nancy's cunt each time they slid tightly over the ridge around the bulging purple head. His fingers clenched around rolls of Nancy's skin as he pumped almost in agony.
"Come! Come! Come!" he sent the message from his brain to his balls and cock as his high rate of pumping became almost vibration.
At last, sweet relief arrived. All tension drained from his weary body and spurted forth through the end of his pulsing pecker as he came and came and came. He kept squirting even after his balls felt completely dry, intent only on squirting. Nancy's eyes were closed and her face was twisted in the great pleasure of the moment. She felt her orgasm muscles twitch and clench as Bill came inside her. She wrapped her arms around his back and her legs around his ass, squeezing with love.
The four young lovers lay there spent in the back of the van. The window was so fogged up by now that there was no possibility of divining what might be taking place on the screen they were supposedly watching. While elsewhere in the drive-in young children might be looking at monstrous insects with their parents, or more restrained couples might steal a Mss, Nancy and Bill and Bob and Linda lay naked and steamy together. They stared blankly at the ceiling or walls of the van.
Bob was the first to speak. "Wow! I can't see anything," he said. He disentangled himself from the mass of bodies and got up on his knees. His wet and dripping cock flopped loosely. He made his way up to the front of the van. Pulling a rag out of somewhere he wiped at the windshield, revealing slow motion shots of ants and other bugs being swept away from their homes by jets of water from a hose. Individual drops deformed slowly as they smashed into the dirt. They shattered into a million sparkling droplets as ants, dirt, and water all washed away together. The narrator was saying something about how quickly the creatures would return.
"Ugh! Who wants to listen to this?" said Bob. He switched off the speaker and turned on the tape deck. Stereo rock music from twin speakers filled the inside of the van. The bugs still ran around on the screen but with a different accompaniment.
"Much better," said Bill. "What did I do with that pitcher?"
"Here it is," said Linda. She pulled it out from between the mattress and the wall of the van. The motion caused her teats to sway gracefully. In the increased light from the clear window Bill watched her nipples move. He studied the rounded curve leading up to her nipple. The tip of her nipple must have been three inches removed from the level of her chest, atop the ball of smooth flesh. The brown aureole was about an inch and a half across. It was relaxing now from the excited state it had obtained during intercourse. A ring of large goose bumps around the perimeter was settling back into suave, flat skin. From the goose bumps or the white skin immediately surrounding the darker circle protruded wispy red hairs, matching almost the color of the hair on her head. The hairs on her nipples were a little darker, due to less exposure to the sun. The red color stood against the pale color of her skin. The thought of what those hairs must feel like on the tongue which licked those teats stirred Bill's imagination. As Linda reached to hand him the pitcher the rounded shape stretched out into thinner cones, the nipples pointing down and slightly forward.
Tipping the pitcher up to drink, he turned to look at Nancy. He wanted to compare the two lovely sets of mammary glands. The first thing that struck him, even in the pale light of the movie, was the difference in color. This was to be expected since Linda had the pale complexion so common to redheads, while Nancy was somewhat darker. Linda's skin still displayed a few freckles and must have had many when she was younger. Nancy's skin wasn't really very dark, but it looked browner and richer by comparison. Nancy was reclining against the back of the van, legs still spread open. Her eyes were almost closed and she had a dreamy expression on her face. The mass of her boobs hung out to either side of her chest. Her nipples were relaxed and smooth, a creamy brown surface interrupted only by the cylindrical button in the center. Bill leaned his head down close to know every detail of the business end of mother nature's milk bottle. The nipple tip looked like a wrinkled brown pellet. Wrinkles or folds ran around the circumference of the little knob as it rose from the calm surface of the aureole. On the very top it was irregular and bumpy, something like the skin of an orange. From these waxy little bumps milk might someday trickle forth to suckle a new generation. The idea seemed very profound to Bill as he peered closely. He took another sip and offered the pitcher to Nancy.
"Oh, thank you," she said, shifting her eyes from the deadly battle which was ensuing on the movie screen between red and black ants. She drank a small gulp. "I hope this doesn't make me sick," she said. "My stomach feels a little weird."
"You've really got nice teats," said Bill, staring at them. Nancy saw what he was doing and shifted her body to display them to better advantage. Smiling, she threw her shoulders back and stuck her chest out. Her long brown tresses fell stunningly across the smooth mounds of flesh. She had less hair on her nipples than Linda, but the few fine strands which stood out matched the color of her falling locks. The jelly like masses which had hung out toward the side of her rib cage now jutted proudly forward. They were large but not too large, about the same size as Linda's. Looked at from the front, Linda's were wide and rounded. They pressed into each other at the cleavage and protruded past the sides of her slender chest. Nancy's were more teardrop shaped from the front. Each boob hung more independently. The fleshy outline narrowed as it left the plane of her ribs, then widened out delightfully. The bulge was a bit larger to the outside below each nipple. The breasts were full and firm and the nipples pointed proudly up into space.
Nancy glanced down at her own jugs and shook her torso to wiggle them. Then she grabbed her stomach and a pained expression came over her face.
"Uh oh! I think I'm going to be sick," she said.
Bob whirled around. "Don't do it inside the van, please. I'll roll down the front window. Try to make it up here." He rolled down the window by the passenger's seat and stepped out of the way. Nancy rushed forward and barely got her head out in time. Aiming far out away from the edge of the van she vomited the remains of her salad onto the asphalt between them and the next car. Fortunately, she didn't have much in her stomach.
She hung out of the window staring at the ground. It seemed to sway and move. Her hair was disarrayed and one teat hung out of the window. Her mouth tasted terrible. Slowly, she looked up and into the car next to them. The space had been vacant when they arrived, so the car must have pulled in during the movie. It was a late model sedan. Nancy looked right into the eyes of a middle aged man and woman sitting on opposite sides of the front seat. They stared at her with their mouths open. Nancy's heart sank. She spit onto the ground, trying to clean her mouth, and pulled her head back into the van.
"Some old people in the next car saw me," she said.
"Oh, no!" said Bob. "I hope they don't call the attendant. We could get arrested for this!"
Apparently this was exactly what the old biddy in the next car had in mind. They heard the car door open and slam. Bob looked out the window and saw her stomping toward the building which housed the projector, husband in tow.
Bill and Bob and Linda scrambled madly for the pile of clothes strewn behind the front seat. Nancy leaned her head out the window for one last dry heave. In the dark it wasn't easy to tell which article of clothing belonged to whom. As Bob found his pants and scurried to put them on his keychain fell out and clattered down behind the engine.
"Oh, shit!" he said, searching frantically in the dark. Finally he found the keys. He put the driver's seat upright and jumped in. Putting the key in the ignition, he turned the engine over and pumped the gas pedal. Fortunately it started right up. He could see three figures walking back toward them from the direction of the projector building. One had a flashlight and was lighting the way. Bob started to back out of the space.
YANK! The van came to a sudden halt. "What the...." said Bob. Then he noticed the movie speaker still attached to the window. The man with the flashlight was only about fifty feet away now and shining the light at the van. Bob rolled down the window, jerked the speaker off and threw it out. He backed the rest of the way out and shifted into first gear. He spun the tires as they sped away. Luckily there were few cars in the way and they escaped quickly.
"Whew, that was a close call," said Bill as they drove out onto the street.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Since no one was home at Nancy's house they beat a hasty retreat there. They pulled into the driveway and Nancy burst out of the side door. The ride in the back of the truck had not done wonders for her stomach. The combination of stale air and the swaying of the ride made her very uneasy. She hadn't felt sick again but was on the verge. The fresh, cool night air made her feel better. Bill jumped out right behind her and put his arm around her shoulders.
"How do you feel?" he said.
"Better," she said. "I feel better here in the fresh air. I didn't feel so bad after I threw up, but that ride shook me up again."
"I'm sorry about that," said Bob as he came around from the other side of the van.
"That's perfectly okay," said Nancy. "I sure didn't want to stay in that drive-in another, second."
"That's for sure," said Bill. "We just barely made it out of there in the nick of time."
"They probably wouldn't have really done anything," Bob said as he opened the door for Linda. "But I didn't feel like sticking around to find out."
"For real," said Bill. "Anyway, it would have been an embarrassing hassle."
"Really," said Linda as she stepped down from the door of the van. "It would be a lot better to just park out on some street. None of us were even watching the movie."
"Yeah," said Bill, "and it would be cheaper, too."
"I feel a lot better now," said Nancy. "I feel almost back to normal. You want to go inside?"
"Just a minute," said Bob, "I want to lock up my car." He walked around to all the doors locking them up. Nancy led the others up to the front door and let them in.
"A cup of coffee might make you, feel a little better," said Linda. "Why don't I start some water in the kitchen."
"Okay, go ahead," said Nancy, "you know where everything is. I have to go to the bathroom. I'll be back out in a minute."
After she was through taking her piss, Nancy stood up and faced herself in the mirror. Her stomach felt pretty good now. She had gotten over her nausea quickly. But her brain felt very uncertain. In the bright overhead light of the bathroom she had difficulty focusing on her image in the mirror. She unsteadily ran a brush through her hair and tried to straighten out her top.
She looked at herself and thought about what had happened. She had only herself to blame for their hasty flight. If she hadn't been irresponsibly sucking up so much of that damn booze this never would have happened. What was she doing in this whole situation, anyway? The very idea of her drinking it up and acting lewd in a drive-in movie would have seemed ridiculous and impossible only a short time before. She looked herself straight in the eye as she thought back over the day's activities. She slowly shook her head and looked down at the ceramic tiles at the side of the bathroom sink. The mottled brown dots seemed almost to jump around before her eyes.
Her mouth felt dry and almost sticky. She swirled a mouthful of water around and spit it out. This made her mouth feel cleaner but she could still feel the vomit taste coming up her throat. "Maybe if I brush my teeth...." she mumbled to herself. She squeezed a thin stripe of toothpaste onto her toothbrush. She began to brush. The clean minty taste freshened her mouth and made her feel better. Rinsing her mouth with clean water water once again and breathing clean air completed the effect.
She thought about sex. Physically, the act certainly felt good. Every time but the first, with Denny Bradshaw, she had enjoyed it very much. But she hadn't started taking pills for the purpose of going to bed with every man she ran into. There were some girls at Nancy's school who were generally known to be "easy makes." No one that Nancy knew thought very highly of them, although the one girl that Nancy knew personally seemed perfectly nice. At any rate, this was not the kind of love life that Nancy aspired to. She had really only wanted to be able to make love with Bill without worrying about pregnancy. Now she wasn't so sure what she had gotten herself into. Her mother had told her long ago that loose behavior did not generally lead to a happy life. Nancy didn't want to behave loosely. The things she had meant to do were things many of her school colleagues were also doing, or thinking about doing. Tonight she just hoped that she wasn't making a big mistake. Life was so complicated.
"Nancy, coffee's ready," she heard Linda call from outside the bathroom door. "Are you feeling alright?"
"I'm okay," said Nancy. "I'll be out in just a minute." She laughed to herself and was glad that the house also had a guest bathroom. After all the drinking and excitement, the others were probably in need of one also. "Things aren't really that bad," she told herself in the mirror. "You'll just have to make the best of things as they are." The sound of Linda's voice had cheered her up somewhat. Linda drank and had sexual relations and had for some time. Yet she still seemed so healthy and nice and interesting. Nancy decided that she would have to keep a good balance and follow Linda's example. She gave her hair a final pat and opened the bathroom door.
When she walked into the living room she found that Linda had a full cup of coffee waiting for her on the coffee table. Bill and Bob had discovered a half completed jigsaw puzzle in the comer. They had pulled the card table it was on out into the room and were examining it. Nancy and her parents had been working on it for a few days. Whenever any of them would walk through the room it was customary to try to place a piece or two. Progress was slow but steady.
As Nancy began to sip her coffee she watched them pick up pieces and try them in various holes. The picture was of an old vine-covered cottage with a stream flowing in front of it. The colors were mottled browns and blues and greens. There were a few orange and red spots which were flowers but most of the pieces were of the same indeterminate color. Bill picked up one piece and stuck it in its place. Nancy thought he looked very handsome. Just looking at him made her feel better about abandoning her virginity. She took another sip of the hot black liquid. The smell alone made her head feel a little clearer. Looking at Bill she thought what a fine man he would be when he was a few years older. He would be the kind of man she would like to marry, to share her body and its pleasures with in the marriage bed. But fate had thrown them together at such a young age. The thought of not sharing the joy and pleasure they could seemed wasteful. Since she felt such a sincere love for him it just couldn't be wrong to want to share her body with him. Especially when no one else could be hurt by it. Her new pills insured her against the disaster of unwanted pregnancy. If she and Bill wanted to make sexual love it was their business and theirs only. On the other hand, she didn't like to think of the pain it would cause her mother and father if they knew. It had always been a cherished dream to see her married in white, and have it really mean something.
She had heard stories before that caused her moments of doubt. Would exposure to sexual pleasures only serve to touch off an insatiable appetite that would lead her to ruin? It didn't seem likely, but how could she know for sure? What if physical love with Bill caused her to fall madly in love with him beyond all bounds of reason, and it turned out that he didn't love her as much? Who would she turn to then? What if something beyond their power separated them? Would she be left with an incurable sexual craving? In starting sex she was undeniably yielding somewhat to her own carnal lust. Once loosened, would it run wild, beyond her control? If she later loved someone else, would he begrudge not tasting the pleasure of her precious virginity? Would people find out what she had done and would it ruin her reputation forever?
These thoughts and others tormented Nancy's uncertain mind. It was so hard to know the best thing to do. If she followed the straight and narrow path of virtue she might never have any fun. She would miss out on everything. But where would this other path lead? It seemed fraught with dangers.
"You seem lost in thought. Would you like to talk about something?" Linda sat down beside her on the sofa. She had just turned on the radio. The noise would shield the conversation from their dates' ears.
"I'm confused about sex, Linda," Nancy said bluntly. "It all seems so new and strange. I don't know what to do."
"Oh, I know just how you feel. I went through all that for so long."
"You did? How did you decide what to do?"
"It wasn't easy. I finally decided it was the most natural thing to do."
"Sometimes I certainly feel ready for it."
"Well, your body has been ready for it for several years now. In many parts of the world a girl our age would already have one or two children. Your body is ready and it is unnatural to restrain it from its natural functions."
"But I'm sure glad I don't have two or three babies. That's one function I don't miss."
"Oh, I know. I feel so sorry for those poor girls. They never have a chance to see much of life. But that's why pills are so good. You can enjoy the body nature gave you and not have to worry about complications."
"That much is certainly a relief."
"I'll tell you a secret. It's what I call my pills. It's so nasty." Linda whispered, "I call them my fuck pills. Isn't that silly?"
"That's a good name," said Nancy. "That's what they are."
"I'm grateful for them. They make my life a lot simpler," said Linda.
"But I'm worried about what people will think. They might think I'm cheap for not saving my virginity."
"Well, there are a lot of silly and stupid people in this world. I'm sure a lot of them wouldn't approve of me for one reason or another. But I'm not running my life to please them."
"I guess you're right. It's just such a big step."
"I know."
"Linda, I want to ask you something."
"Sure, go ahead. What is it?"
"Well, it's about you and Bob. Do you ever, well ... do it with anybody else?"
"Oh. Well, I did once. It was a long time ago, several months. Bob knows about it and he doesn't mind. He's had a couple of other girls, including one you know, whose name I won't mention. But lately we've only been doing it with each other."
"Do you like it better that way?"
"We were just talking about that this afternoon. We really like doing it with each other. But after a while it starts to seem a lot the same every time. I mean you can try a lot of different positions and vary it that way, but it still gets kind of old in a way. I don't mean we don't like each other. We do very much. I think Bob is great. But there are a lot of different people in the world and we'd like to try it with some others now and then. I don't think it'll make us like each other less. We think we can bring more into our own lovemaking by getting some outside experience. If it turns out to break us up maybe there wasn't much real love there to begin with. But I don't think it would."
"But you haven't done anything yet?"
"No, not yet. Nothing has seemed right. We're not overeager. But that was what we decided. It's kind of a delicate, touchy subject. I hope it will work out."
"Oh, Linda, you're so sensible. I'm sure it will work out."
"I hope you're right. With all the sexy men walking around these days it would be frustrating to think I could never try any out."
"Oh, Linda, you make me feel so much better." Nancy threw her arms around her friend and hugged her.
"I'm glad if I can be any help. I feel pretty confused myself sometimes." She smiled at Nancy. "Do your head and stomach feel better now?"
"I feel better all over. I'd almost forgotten I was sick. I don't think I was really too bad."
"That's good," said Linda. "Do you feel like taking a look at the puzzle?"
"Sure, just let me finish my coffee and put the cup away," she said. She drained the cup and stood up. Nancy went to the kitchen while Linda walked over to the boys at the table.
"How's it going?" she said.
"I think I've got one right now," said Bob. He picked up a piece and held it up to the completed part of the puzzle. It looked close but didn't quite fit. "Nope!"
"We were doing pretty well for a while," said Bill, "but we've slowed down. We need some fresh inspiration."
Linda looked down at the puzzle. It was completed all around the outside. Outside pieces were easier to place since they had one straight side. Some of the rest was filled in but there were large empty spaces. She shifted her gaze to the loose pieces. They were grouped roughly by color. Here and there two or three were already stuck together. She picked up two pieces together. They had blue sky with scattered green leaves. She turned them over from the way they were facing her and picked them up. She fitted them neatly into the upper portion of the picture.
"Wow!" said Bill. "I spent ten minutes trying to figure out where that went."
"Here's another," said Linda. She picked up a piece of plain sky and plugged it in next to the one she had just found.
"Amazing," said Bob. "She's really got the eye for this thing."
"You know how it is," said Linda. "When you first walk up you find a bunch right away.
"Yeah, then after a couple of minutes you can't find anything," said Bill. "That's the stage we're in right now."
As if to prove Linda right, Nancy stepped up, looked at the table for a minute, and picked up a piece of the stream. She put it right in its place.
"Pretty good," said Bill. "I guess you must feel a little better now."
"Yes, I do," she said.
"You must have drunk that rum a little too fast," said Bob. "That's how it gets you if you aren't used to it."
"I guess so," said Nancy. "I didn't really feel that bad. I just threw up. After that I didn't feel too bad."
"Yeah, that's how it happens," said Bob. "I'm glad you feel good now, anyway," said Bill. "I'm fine," said Nancy. "Look, here's another piece." She picked up a piece with the side of the cottage in it and put it in. Once it was in it could be seen that the colors changed right at the edge of the piece.
"That's what I couldn't figure out," said Bob. "The color changes right at the edge of the piece."
They worked on the puzzle in silence for several minutes. At first the girls were very good, placing many parts. Gradually they slowed down. Each of the four settled down to work on a separate area of the picture.
"Let's switch off," said Linda after a while. "I'm gettin g stale here."
"Yeah," said Nancy. "I haven't gotten any for a couple of minutes."
The boys agreed. They moved around the table and things went a little better for a while. The empty space of table top in the middle of the picture was gradually diminishing. They each stared at their little group of pieces and from time to time someone succeeded in placing one.
Bill stepped back and stretched his arms over his head. "I'm getting tired of this," he said.
"Me too," said Bob. "What happened to that pitcher?"
"I put it in the refrigerator," said Linda. "It's cooling off."
"I'll bring it out here," said Bill.
"Good," said Bob, "I feel like another little drink. That coffee woke me up a little." He walked away from the table and stood by the fireplace. Linda walked over next to him and he put his arm around her. Bill walked out with the pitcher and four glasses on a tray.
"Ding dong! Avon calling!" he joked. "Okay, Avon Lady, I'll take some," said Bob. "So will I," said Linda. They walked over to the coffee table where Bill had set the tray down. "How about you, Nancy?" Bill said. "No, not yet," she said. "Maybe in a little while I'll take a chance. I'm not entirely sure I was cut out to be a drinker."
"Oh, you're okay," said Bob, as he poured two glasses full. "That could happen to anybody. Don't you like the taste of this mix?"
"Yes, it's good. I'll probably feel like drinking some after a while."
Bob and Linda walked back over by the fireplace. After taking a sip, Linda put her drink down on the mantle and put her arms around Bob's waist. He was tapping his foot in time to the music on the radio. She pulled herself in close and tipped her head back to be kissed. Bob quickly got the hint. Taking a last sip, he put his drink up on the mantle also. Their lips met as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders.
Bill was watching this display of affection as he poured himself a glass of the beverage. He looked up at Nancy and she smiled back at him. He picked up his glass and took a big drink. He set it back down on the glass coffee table and stepped up to her, arms open. Their bodies fit naturally and perfectly against each other. It was as if the main theme of the evening was being continued after an intermission. Bill's hands dropped to Nancy's hips as she stood up on her toes to press into his body. His fingers sneaked down around her buttocks, tightly held in the denim of her jeans.
"Just a minute," she said, pushing gently away from him. She went over to the light switch and turned the lights off. The music of the radio was softly beating out primitive, sensual rhythms. Nancy hurried back into Bill's arms and their hips bumped and ground against each other in time. Bill resumed his lively exploration of Nancy's ass, pulling her pelvis against his. They rocked slowly against each other. Their hips were locked tight together, genitals pressed into genitals in a titillating squeeze. Their mouths pecked teasingly at each other, lips lightly brushing lips in friendly love play. Now and then they would pull their heads apart and have sword fights with the tips of their tongues, rubbing them back and forth. When Bill reached down to get a drink, Nancy pulled him down onto the couch. As he bent over her she reached up and loosened his belt. She unsnapped the button and slowly unzipped his pants. He sat down beside her and performed the same operation on her pants. She lifted her butt up to let him slide them off. She spread her legs as much as her pant legs would allow. He slipped his fingers into her juicy hair pie. It was wide open and wet from her earlier intrusions. Bill easily fit three of his big strong fingers up her. With his middle finger he could feel the mouth of her womb far up inside. It stuck down from the direction of her stomach to form a tight round aperture. Bill could move it around with the tip of his finger as he slowly rotated his hand to the beat of the music. His other arm was around her shoulder, pulling her upper body to him. Their lips slipped and moved against each other as their passion was reignited. Nancy thought about what she had discussed with Linda. This was the natural, intended function of her body, to unite with a male. As Bill's hand rubbed around and around inside her gooey vagina she thought about how natural it was. Her hips swayed and rocked in response, almost of their own volition. Although the motion was a new one to her, it seemed like one she had always known. Bill's fingers pressed up against the top of her cunt, under her furry Mound of Venus. His thumb pushed down from outside. Nancy lifted her boogie up to let him squeeze and push more directly. Abandoning all restraint she wrapped her arms tightly around Bill and kissed him with doubled passion. Breathing more heavily, she moved her lips wildly over Bill's.
He felt her fresh energy and responded in kind. Their bodies writhed faster and faster, trying to merge into one motion. Nancy twisted and pushed with her cunt. Her legs banged against the coffee table.
"Unh, I'm not trying to interrupt," they heard Linda's voice. Nancy opened her eyes and looked up to see Linda and Bob staring down at them. Linda's blouse was off. "Isn't there a more comfortable place we could do this?" she said.
Bill stared up at Linda's teats. They bobbed invitingly as she moved in time with the music on the radio. Bob had his arm around her shoulder and there was a big lump in his pants. As Bill watched, Bob sneaked his hand under Linda's arm and fingered her nipple. She shook her shoulders and giggled. This made the swinging of her bouncy boobs look even better to Bill.
"There's my bedroom," said Nancy. "The bed in there might be more comfortable."
"Let's go in there," said Linda. She picked the pitcher up off the coffee table. "Here, Bob, you carry this." She looked down at Bill and Nancy. "Won't you come with us?" she said.
With some difficulty, Bill shifted his gaze from her teats up to her eyes. "Sure," he said.
"I'll go mix up some more juice," said Bob. "This thing is almost empty." He walked out to the kitchen. Bill pulled his hand out of Nancy's kooze and they made an attempt to stand up. Nancy wriggled to pull her pants back up so that she could walk.
The unspoken proposition of swapping sex partners was in everybody's mind. Nancy knew from what Linda had said earlier that she and Bob must be considering it. This would be an ideal opportunity for them to try what they had decided they wanted to do. Nancy hadn't missed noticing the fascination Linda's luscious boobers held for Bill. It wasn't as if he was neglecting Nancy, but Linda had been somewhat more of a stranger to him. The repeated exposure Of her body right in front of him had a definitely arousing affect. Linda seemed to like him, too. Several times during the evening they had become involved in conversation directed primarily at each other. They seemed to be getting along very well.
Nancy thought about Bob. If what she was imagining actually came to pass, she would have him as a lover. Physically he wasn't as big and strong as Bill, but he still looked pretty good. His dark hair was more the color of Nancy's own. Bill and Linda, with their blond and red mops, would look striking together. Nancy and Bob would blend. The idea of Bob's ability at lovemaking wasn't too bad. Linda seemed to like it well enough. They had certainly sounded like they were enjoying each other in the van at the drive-in. Personally, Nancy thought Bob was interesting. He seemed a little older than Bill, not only in years but in experience. She had greatly enjoyed Bill's dynamic pumping, but Bob might be able to show her something new. She smiled at him as he came back into the living room with a full pitcher.
"All set," he said. "Let's go into the bedroom."
"Are you going to drink anything, Nancy?" said Bill. "If you are, I'll bring your glass along."
"Okay," she said, "I guess I feel well enough now."
The four walked into Nancy's bedroom. The atmosphere had a strained quality. Everybody was thinking about it, but who would start it, and how? Bill couldn't help stealing looks at Linda's bare breasts, with the little red hairs around the nipples. Nancy noticed Bob looking at her. She smiled back, timidly. Bill put all the glasses on the small desk in the corner that Nancy used for her school work.
"Bob, let me see that pitcher," he said. "I'll fill them all up."
"Here, I'll bring it to you," said Linda. She took the pitcher from Bob and walked over to the corner next to Bill. He was arranging the glasses on the desk. As she drew up next to him her nipple lightly brushed the back of his muscled arm. For a fleeting moment he held perfectly still, electric with feeling.
"Here's the pitcher," she said.
"Oh, thanks," he answered. He couldn't help looking at the full round naked teats, still almost touching his arm". He took the pitcher and with a slightly shaking hand began to pour the drinks. Nancy sat down on the bed, next to where Bob was standing. She looked at Bill and Linda while he looked down at the top of her head. Bill poured one glass too full and some of the liquid spilled onto the top of the desk.
"I'll clean it up," Linda said. She took a kleenex out of a box on the desk and leaned down to wipe up the spill. As she did so her right nipple came very precisely to rest on Bill's forearm. He stared at it. Slowly he poured the next glass full. Linda finished wiping and threw the wet kleenex into the wastebasket next to the desk. As Bill poured the last glass she put her arm around his back and ran her fingertips gently up and down over his shirt. He put the pitcher down and stood up straighter. The pressure increased and he could feel the soft bulk of Linda's teat pressing into the side of his arm. Linda gave him a squeeze.-Slowly he looked over his shoulder at Nancy.
"It's okay," she said. "Go ahead."
"It's all right," said Bob. "Enjoy yourself." He laid his hand on Nancy's head and stroked her hair. "I'll try to keep Nancy from getting jealous."
Bill needed no further invitation. The hand that had held the pitcher was still wet. He wiped it off on his pants before putting it on Linda's desirable mound, gingerly feeling the pink nipple. He could feel the tiny red hairs he had noticed rubbing on his fingers. He toyed with the rubbery knob, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. He squeezed it and tested it. Linda reached up with her mouth and kissed him.
"Let's have a drink," she said. They each picked up two glasses and carried them carefully to the bed. Bob was on the bed now, next to Nancy. He had pulled her top up over her boobs. Pushing her back down into a reclining position he licked her nipples. He rolled them around with the tip of his tongue. Pushing the two loose boobs together, he darted his tongue quickly from one to the other. Biting gently, he managed to get both of them between his teeth at the same time. He moved his jaws from side to side, tenderly abrading the nipples. Lifting her head, Nancy could watch the entire operation. The shape her teats were deformed into was peculiar. From her vantage point she could see Bob's nose in her cleavage, impacting first one boob then the other. She wiggled her hips as his hand found her snatch. She had never buttoned her pants up, so it was an easy entry. One of his fingers slipped slickly into her slippery slit and up her open portal. Another played up and down the length of the narrow groove leading from her much penetrated orifice to her untutored clitoris. Spreading the wet, gooey lips as it traveled forward, his exploring finger exposed the pink pleasure center to its touch. At first contact Nancy felt excitement course through her. Bob certainly knew what he was doing!
"Hey, we brought you two your drinks," said Linda. She put one in Nancy's free hand. Bob sat up and pulled his hand out of Nancy's cunt. He wiped the slime on the bedspread and reached for the glass in Bill's extended hand.
"Thanks," said Bob, "My throat was getting dry. This ought to hit the spot."
Nancy took a sip of hers. Her head drew back and her eyes seemed to bulge. "This is really strong!" she said, looking at Bob. "You really put a lot of rum into this."
"It's got more of what you're drinkin' for," he quoted a radio advertisement. "Just remember to drink it slowly and you'll be all right."
"Tastes pretty good to me," said Bill. With his free hand he played with Linda's breast. Her nipples were now hard and bumpy. His fingers were cold from the drinks. She shivered, causing her pale fleshy globes to bounce and sway. They sat and sipped their drinks.
"Bill," said Bob, "you want to do a little teat comparison on these girls?"
"I'm game if they are," Bill said.
"Sure," said Linda, "Let's stack 'em up and see how stacked we are."
"Let's get your top off, Nancy," said Bob. He helped her pull it off over her head. As it went over her face so she couldn't see, he pinched her on the nipple. Bill pinched her on the other one.
"Who did that?" Nancy said, pretending to be angry.
"Ha ha, we'll never tell," said Bill.
"Then I'll have to get revenge on both of you," she said. She reached out one hand to pinch each one. She got Bob but Bill squirmed out of range. She lunged after him and pinched him hard on the butt. "There," she said triumphantly.
"Now," said Bob, "you and Linda sit together here on the end of the bed." The girls moved together. "Hmmm, let's see," said Bob, "you'd better put your arms around each other so that your knockers line up right. That's it. Perfect. Four in a row. What should we do first, Bill, the look test, the feel test, or the lick test?"
"Let's lick now, look later," said Bill. He bent down and started to suck on the closest nipple, Linda's left lump. He moved to her right one and went down the line in succession. On Linda's he could feel the hairs he had watched with such interest slide across his tongue. He bit one nipple between his teeth and wiggled it with the tip of his tongue. Nancy's felt smoother and her hairs were thinner and wispier. On her second teat Bill could feel the nipple start to harden up as he sucked.
"Well, what do you think?" said Bob.
"Very interesting," said Bill, "you'd better try them for yourself."
"Okay," said Bob. Starting with his tongue extended to Nancy's nipple, he quickly ran it down the line, licking each one. Then he came back up slowly, sucking each one as far into his mouth as it would go. Every one filled it to overflowing.
"Nancy has a smoother complexion," he said. "I can feel the difference on my tongue. The hairs on Linda's nipples tickle my tonsils. All of them are excessive, more than my mouth can hold."
"Yeah, I noticed the difference in texture," said Bill. "Maybe I'd better try a quick capacity test." He pushed all four nipples close together and kissed them. Then he sucked each one deep into his mouth. "Yep," was all he said.
"Now for the feel test," said Bob. "No, wait, we should do the look test and let them dry off."
"This is fun," said Nancy, arching her back.
"Woo woo woo!" said Linda, shaking her boobies.
"I'll go run and get a towel," said Bill. "We can dry them off faster that way." He returned quickly with a fluffy towel. He pressed it up against the line of teats. Bob put his hands in, too, and they carefully rubbed the precious glands dry. They dried deep down into each cleavage and cupped each breast tenderly to dry the fold of skin beneath. The teats probably weren't wet everywhere they rubbed, but they were determined to do a complete and conscientious job.
"Good enough" said Bob. "Now for the look test." He dropped his side of the towel.
"Just a minute," said Bill, "I want to make sure these are really dry." He continued to dry all four tenderly for a few moments. "Okay," he said finally, dropping the towel.
The two young men stepped back to get an overall view. The girls arched their shoulders so that the big fleshy glands stood out proudly. Linda's were paler, almost yellowish by comparison. Nancy's stuck out farther due to a difference in shape.
"Very nice," said Bob. "Very nice indeed."
"They look fine to me," said Bill. "Let's feel 'em." He stepped up to the girls and grabbed two boobs with each hand. "Aaaah!" he said, squeezing them obscenely. "Two hands full of jugs. What more could you want?"
"We want more," said Linda. "You guys are having all the fun."
"You can feel them, too," said Bob.
"I never felt another girl's teat," said Nancy.
"Neither did I," said Linda. She put her free hand up to Nancy's teats and felt. Bill pulled his hands back and Nancy did the same. They felt each other intently for a minute.
"Wow, I can really feel the lump in the middle of your teat," said Nancy.
"Hmmmm," said Linda. "But I want to see more. You guys examined our teats. Now let us see your dicks."
"Aha, I was saving that until last," said Bob. "The cock test!" He unzipped his pants and whipped it out. It was pretty hard and long, if not completely erect. He walked up to Nancy and laid it between her teats. It fit right into the cleavage. He pressed the warm bulbs of flesh around it and wiggled up and down. "You try it, too, Bill," he said.
"Okay," said Bill. He reached down to unzip his pants but Linda beat him to it. She flopped his pecker out and stroked and squeezed it. She pulled it up between her teats and pressed them around it with her own hands. Clear goo spilling out of the slit in the head lubricated her skin. He slid his cock up and down between the boobs he had been admiring so much earlier. "These work just fine," he said.
"Hey," said Linda, "I'm getting horny." She pulled Bill to her and rubbed against his big hard cock. "Let's get naked and quit fooling around." She was busy pulling Bill's pants down. Lowering her head she slipped the head of his stiff unit in her mouth and sucked on it.
"Yeah," said Bob, quickly stripping his clothes off and dropping them on the floor. Nancy stood up and wriggled out of her jeans.
Soon they all stood there naked.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Nancy looked at Bob's cock carefully. It was about the same as Bill's but was distinctly thicker. In its present state it was about five or six inches long. It hung out, arching down. It wasn't really hard, but it didn't droop completely, either. Nancy sat on the bed while Bob stood beside her. She leaned over to get a closer look. He lightly stroked her hair as she lifted his organ up close to her face. It had a brownish cast to it while Bill's was fairly pink. The wrinkly skin had little round and irregular areas of darker or lighter pigment. Nancy could see tiny purple blood vessels just under the skin on the shaft. The tough ridge of skin around the head where Bob had been circumcised was darker, purplish brown. Tiny parallel wrinkles ran forward from the ridge to converge around the slit in the head. Nancy put the head in her mouth. Pressing firmly with her lips she sucked. It was still stretchable. As Bob looked down he could see his prick being stretched out thinner as Nancy pulled on it. Bob felt a growing or swelling sensation at the base of his manly pike that he knew meant it was getting harder. Nancy could feel it in her mouth, too.
"It's getting bigger," she said. Since the head of the cock was in her mouth, the words were muffled.
"Sure it is," he answered. "It likes you."
"That's good," she giggled. "I like it, too."
Bill and Linda were standing up at the foot of the bed, locked in a warm embrace. Their tongues flickered in and out of each other's mouths. Bill's hands were on Linda's buttocks, kneading them with his fingers. Her hips pulsed and moved sensuously as they rubbed against his. His cock wasn't visible from the outside but Linda could definitely feel it. It was completely hard and stiff, held firmly between their two abdomens. Linda could feel it against hers, a hard, warm tube of flesh. It was still wet from her recent sucking and was dripping warm sticky goo. This lubricated the surface between their two stomachs and made their movement easier and slicker. Like two parts designed to move perfectly against each other they gently slid skin over hot, hungry skin. The goo reduced friction but the close contact still created heat as the two bodies clenched together and the two pairs of hips rotated enticingly against each other.
"Let's lie down," Linda said under her breath as they kissed. The sound went directly into Bill's mouth and he felt the message through his head. Their knees bent together as he gently pushed her down onto the bed. They were only able to occupy one side and the end of the bed since Nancy was sitting on the side of it. As Bill and Linda settled down Bill reached up and caressed Nancy's breast, which hung loosely as she bent over to suck on Bob's cock. She put one hand over Bill's and squeezed as he played with her boob. Bob's cock was now hard and stiff. As he stood there with his knees bent slightly it pointed proudly upward.
"Nancy," he said, "why don't you turn around and lie on your stomach over the side of the bed?"
"Okay," she said. She rolled over and lay across the edge of the bed. Her ass stuck out invitingly into the air. "Like this?" she said, wiggling her ass.
"That's fine," said Bob. He lowered himself onto his knees on the floor and spread her buns open to expose her cunt. Her head was near Bill's back as he lay facing Linda. Nancy kissed him and bit him gently on the back. Linda's legs were spread so that Bill's could rest between them, with one of hers thrown over his. The head of his cock was resting on the outside of her pussy without yet penetrating as they kissed tenderly. Nancy ran her hand slowly down Bill's back to the crack of his ass. Reaching through she found his balls with her fingers and played with them. She rubbed her thumb around in his asshole. This stimulating sex play caused Bill to push forward with his hips, pressing his cock against the outer lips of Linda's cunt. Nancy could feel the wide, throbbing head of Bob's penis start to enter her juicy quim from behind. A thrill rushed through her and she felt it slide in. As Bob leaned over her he could see perfectly into the space between Bill and Linda. He watched as Bill's cock poked against Linda's pubic hair and across the lips of her cunt. He saw Nancy's fingers creep up the length of Bill's cock and rub it back and forth against Linda's ready pussy. Nancy's searching fingers found the crack in Linda's cunt and gently spread the lips. She pushed the head of Bill's cock between them, trying to force it in. It rubbed around in the juicy slit.
Linda pulled her mouth away from Bill's and breathed heavily. "I don't think it will go in at this angle," she said. "I could roll over but I'm not sure there's enough room on the bed. I'm practically falling off right now."
"She is," said Bob. "I can see it. We're going to have a hard time all fitting on this single bed."
"Yeah," said Bill, raising his head and looking around, "we need more room to move around."
"I wonder what we can do," said Bob. "Maybe we can put the mattress on the floor next to the box springs and make it wider."
Bill looked over Linda and down the side of the bed. "No, that won't work," he said. "The bed is on rollers. The box springs would be about three inches higher than the mattress."
"Well, we'd better do something," said Linda. "I want to ball!"
"I know," said Nancy. "We can just go into my parent's bedroom. There is a king-size bed in there. If we make it again afterwards they will never know about it."
"Okay," said Linda, "let's go do it."
Bob gave Nancy one firm pump and pulled out of her. "Let's go," he said. "I was just starting to have fun." He stepped back and Nancy stood up. She led the way as the foursome walked out of her room, down the hall, and into her parents' room.
The big bed backed up against one wall and filled most of the room. It was covered with a pink and blue quilted bedspread with tassels around the border, and had several plump pillows against the headboard. There were large mirrors on two of the walls of the room, at such a height that someone lying on the bed could see his image.
As Bob walked into the room behind Linda and Nancy he felt both of their asses. Sliding a finger up each crotch he could feel the motion as they walked. Both cunts were wet and warm and gooey. As the girls stopped in front of the bed they both wiggled their butts and arched them up at him. This allowed him to slip a finger far up into each slimy hole. He stimulated them with his fingers as they twitched their butts.
"What fun," said Nancy.
Bill walked in front of the girls and felt four flopping knockers. He put his arms around both girls and rubbed his body against them. His stiff cock slapped against first one, then the other.
"Come on, let's do it!" said Linda, pushing Bill back onto the bed.
"Wait a minute," said Nancy. "Let me take the bedspread off. I don't want to get it dirty."
"I'll get it," said Bob. He stepped around to the head of the bed and pulled the covering back. Nancy pulled from the bottom of the bed and they lifted the bedspread off.
"Let's fold it and lay it in the corner," she said. While she and Bob did that, Linda pulled the blankets and top sheet back and dragged Bill into the bed.
"Enough of this waiting," she said. "I want some dicking." She lay on her back with her legs spread wide open. The floppy lips of her hungry cunt hung wet and pink between the stripes of now wet hair of her furry snatch. The hole in her cunt gaped wide open, like a dark, moist cave. It was expanded wide from her previous fucking and now beckoned to Bill's pulsating pecker. He followed close behind, aiming his flaming charger for her fuck hole. It slid in easily and quickly, meeting no resistance. Within a moment they were humping away wildly. Bill's balls slapped furiously against Linda's ass as he pumped. Linda twitched and quivered and shook her ass madly as she strained to get him farther and farther inside her. Bill's shoulder lay across her face as he jammed his hips in and out. She bit into it savagely, passionately, needing to clench something between her teeth. Her fingernails raked his ass and back as her urge for total sexual gratification became stronger and stronger.
Meanwhile, Bob was lining Nancy up just the way he wanted her. "I liked the feel of getting into you from behind," he said. "But I think we can do it on the bed. You prop some pillows up under your stomach."
"Like this?" asked Nancy, arranging two pillows under her bellybutton and cunt hair. Her ass stuck up proudly and openly in the air.
"That is excellent," said Bob, as he moved in for the penetration. He spread her legs wide so that her cunt hung obscenely open. Elbows on her back, he gently slid his meat in. Nancy gasped and arched her ass. Bob grabbed her by the hip bones and began to pump. Spreading his legs, he completely straddled her ass. He hooked his legs around hers and pressed them inward so that his cock was squeezed tightly up into her pussy. Her head and arms spread helplessly on the sheet as she received strong sensory input through her erogenous genital region. One of Bob's fingers sneaked down into her crotch and found her clitoris. Nancy felt the strong pleasure from the pumping become almost overwhelming as his finger tickled her sensitive clit. She pounded her pelvis up and down against the pillows as all feeling concentrated in that region.
"Ohh, ohh, I'm getting it. I'm getting it," she moaned as Bob's motion settled into a steady, rhythmic pattern. The tempo stayed the same and Nancy lay there taking it in. She chewed on the sheet with her teeth to keep from gritting them. She looked over at Linda and Bill. Behind them was one of the mirrors on the wall. Nancy could see six bodies, Linda and Bill twice and Bob and herself. Linda was clenched tightly around Bill, lost in a powerful orgasm as he continued to pump. Nancy could see the muscles of his hips and torso flex like some tawny animal as he continued to force his way up into Linda's boogie against her orgasm. As Nancy watched, Bill looked up into the mirror. Their eyes met. He grinned at her as he watched Bob pipe his hot love up from behind her ass.
Nancy reached out with her arm to bridge the few inches separating her from the other couple. With her hand she felt Bill's strong, sweaty back. He turned his head to face her directly. She smiled, then opened her mouth to wiggle her tongue at him suggestively. Responding to her hint, he squirmed and pushed Linda over until all four bodies were in contact. He leaned over to kiss Nancy on the lips. Still fucking Nancy from behind, Bob reached across Bill's back to feel Linda's teats. All four bodies swayed gently together.
The feel of so many bodies together was fun and interesting to the young lovers, but it detracted from the intensity each couple had been able to reach alone. Fortunately the sharp edges of their desire had been eroded somewhat and it felt warm and friendly and good to roll easily and sensually together. They pressed and rubbed and slid, cocks firmly imbedded in cunts, lips on lips, hands on boobs. Nancy could feel the side of Linda's wet, slippery body as Bill kissed her mouth. The two girls' teats rubbed together and Bill rolled against them. Bill pulled Linda's head into them with his hand. He kissed both girls' mouths at once. All three tongues darted together. All three sets of lips formed one warm, wet cavity as they shared a sloppy smooch.
Bob didn't want to be left out. He pulled out of Nancy's cooch and rolled around her side. Kicking the pillows out from under her, he pushed himself in. Pulling her cunt over him, he slipped his cock back in from underneath. Then he joined the kiss. Male and female mouths formed alternate corners of a square as they all licked each others' tongues and explored mouths.
Meanwhile the pulsing union of pricks and pussies went on. Nancy's ass bumped up and down as it slid on and off Bob's slithery shaft. Bill's free hand reached under Linda's ass and grabbed a fistful of butt as he renewed his effort to shoot hot sperm up her tunnel of life. The couples turned their attention back to the respective partners and settled down to the business of getting the cocks to come. The fucking became impassioned, dedicated, single minded.
Bob arched his butt up to get an even straighter shot up Nancy's kooze. His motion became faster and faster as climax approached. As he felt his wad getting ready to shoot he tried to forestall it, to prolong their pleasure. His face became drawn in an effort. Finally it was beyond his control. He felt the rising jism start to spurt deep inside Nancy's womanly treasure. He jerked and twitched as he popped his rocks. Nancy came with him. She squeezed against him as she felt the good orgasmic feeling course through her body.
Bill was just reaching his peak. As it was the third time of the evening and he was somewhat drunk, he had to strain to come. His pumping became desperate as he tried to get it to happen. He kept feeling like it was about to come, but he would slow down and lose it. He pumped harder and faster wanting to come. The feeling was communicated to Linda. She moaned and panted. "Come on, come on, do it, do it, ooooh!" she moaned.
Finally, as he felt almost ready to give up in exhaustion, it happened. He pressed hard and deep up into the fold of Linda's loving cunt.
"Oooooh!" she moaned as she felt the head of his cock throb far up inside of her. She clenched and came again, grabbing his ass tightly and jamming a finger up his asshole for emphasis. She pulled and squeezed before they both slowly relaxed.
All four lay there for awhile without making any motion, trying to catch their breath. Finally Nancy put her arm over around Bill and pulled him toward her. The two couples moved closer together once again. Bill kissed Nancy and Bob kissed Linda. Then they each kissed their most recent partners once again. As a little energy returned they rubbed their bodies against each other slowly and lovingly, getting the maximum skin contact. This time it wasn't done heatedly or passionately but slowly, just because it felt so good. They traded wet, sloppy, languid kisses back and forth, extending the mellow, content feeling they all shared. Finally the weight got to be too much for Linda and Bob, who were on the bottom. Bob slowly slid out to the side from under Nancy.
"Whew," he said, "that was really something. Nancy, if you'll pardon the expression, you're a fine piece of ass!"
"Oh, I don't mind being called that at all," she said. "Only I'm sure it was all your doing. That felt so good when you were screwing me dog style."
"Bill is pretty good himself," said Linda. "He kept going so hard for so long. I thought I was going to burst. I had two orgasms. That hardly ever happens to me."
Bill had rolled over onto his back and propped his head up against the headboard. He could only smile weakly but it was clear that he was equally impressed with how good it had felt to be inside Linda. He looked from Linda to Nancy and back. He put a hand on the thigh of each and squeezed gently. "Yeah," he said, "good!"
Bob rolled on his side to face the other three. He idly played with Nancy's teat as he spoke. "I guess Linda told Nancy that we've both been kind of itchy to ball somebody else. Up until now we haven't really had any good opportunity. So this really hit the spot."
"He's right," said Linda, "it was just what we needed. I want to thank Nancy for letting me have the use of Bill's services."
"Oh, that's all right," said Nancy. "I was enjoying myself. I just hope you don't like him too much, because I want him for myself mainly."
"Don't worry," said Linda, "Bob is still my man. It just makes me appreciate him more that we can do something like this. If you all want to move over one, I'll go over by him now." They all moved over while Linda walked around to the other side of the bed. She got into bed and hugged Bob. She gave him a big kiss and said, "I love you!"
"I love you," said Bob. "Well, Nancy, are you glad you started taking pills?"
"Yes, I guess I am," she said. "I wasn't really too sure at first. It seemed like such a big step. But I sure have had fun tonight, except maybe for when we had to leave the movie in such a hurry. That had me kind of scared.
"Ha ha," laughed Bill, who had finally recovered some breath, "that is kind of funny, looking back on it."
"Maybe so," said Nancy, "but it sure seemed scary to me at the time. Anyway, as far as the sex goes I'm glad I've done it. This was very pleasant."
"I think I'll go get the juice out of the other room," said Bob. "I'll be back in a flash."
Just then the telephone rang. The phone was on Nancy's mother's dressing table in the room they were in. As Nancy got up to answer it she watched herself and her naked friends in the mirror. "Hello," she said.
"Hello, Nancy," said her mother's voice.
"Oh, Hello," said Nancy. "Where are you?"
"We're up at the lake. Didn't you get my note?"
"Yes," said Nancy, "how is it up there?"
"Oh, we're having a great time. I just thought I'd call to see if you got home from your date all right."
"Yes," she said, "I'm fine." She giggled to herself as she looked around. What would her mother think if she could see the scene in her bedroom? She held her finger up to her lips to tell the others not to make any noise.
"That's good. How was the movie?"
Nancy paused for a moment. She couldn't really remember very much about the movie at all. "Fine," she said.
"That's good," said her mother. "And how is Bill?"
This one she could answer better. "Bill is just fine," she said.
"That's good, dear, I just thought I'd call up to make sure."
"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you for calling. Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
"Whew," said Nancy, "I'm glad they didn't decide to come back here."
Bob had returned with the pitcher and the glasses. He poured them out and passed them to Linda and Bill, who were still in the big bed. He gave one to Nancy and got back into bed. Nancy went around and got in next to Bill.
"Here's to balling," said Bob, as he held his glass up. They all toasted each other and drank. After their furious intercourse, they were all thirsty. Bill drained his glass immediately and passed it to Bob to be refilled.
"What time is it?" said Linda.
Nancy looked over at the clock on her mother's dressing table. "A quarter 'til one," she said.
"Wow," said Linda, "that's late. I'd hate to have to break this up, but I should get home before too long."
"That's too bad," said Bob, "This is so nice that I hate to leave. Bill, when do you have to be home?"
"It doesn't matter to me," said Bill. "I can come home any time, or tomorrow. My parents won't get too worried. They'll just figure I stayed over at your apartment."
"Why doesn't everybody just stay here?" said Nancy. "My parents won't be home. It's perfectly okay. We can all sleep together in this bed. I've never spent the night with a boy, let alone two and another girl. Why don't you all stay here?"
They all looked at Linda. "Okay," she said, "I'll call my mother and tell her I'm going to stay with Nancy for the night."
"I'll drink to that," said Bill, lifting his glass.
They all agreed.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Bill had gone to the bathroom and Bob had gone outside to get something out of his van. Nancy sat there with Linda as the latter girl was about to make the call to her mother.
"That was strange," said Nancy, "talking to my mother on the phone. She would really blow it if she knew what was going on right here in her own bedroom. I don't like to lie to my mother, but she just wouldn't understand. And if my father knew I was having sex with these guys I don't know what he'd do."
"You're right," said Linda, "they just wouldn't understand."
"I really don't like fooling them," said Nancy. "They're very nice to me in many ways and I love them. But I've been thinking about it and I really don't think we're doing anything wrong."
"It's a shame," said Linda, "but many older people and even many people our own age hold very illogical social prejudices. And they hold them very vehemently."
"Is that what this is?" said Nancy.
"Yes," said Linda. "These old moralistic attitudes about what is good and bad about sex have little basis in fact. They are little more than superstition in many cases. I have a darling professor at Lincoln who explained it all."
"Is that the kind of things you study in college?" Nancy asked.
"Sometimes. It's not always about sex. This is in my modern history class. The professor is so cute. He's about twenty-eight and has a beard.
"Are there a lot of cute professors there?"
"There are some," said Linda, "but not enough. But do you know what I heard?"
"What?"
"There are some professors and teaching assistants who will give A's to girls who go to bed with them!"
"Wow!" said Nancy. "Do very many girls do that?"
"I don't know," said Linda. "I just heard about it. I don't know anybody who did it. But anyway, the sexual morals mainly originated as social convention hundreds of years ago. They had purposes, like keeping unwed girls from getting knocked up and keeping venereal disease out of families. But with modern medicine the reason behind the rules can be avoided. But people still believe in the rules as if they have something to do with right and wrong. They believe all sorts of silly things, like that masturbation will make you crazy. Some people are so stupid or ignorant that it really makes me mad. And many of them are really nice people, like our parents. They've just believed silly things so long that it's hard for them to change, even when it's obvious. I don't like to lie to my mother, either, but if I said I was staying with Bob tonight it would only make her unhappy. Let me see if I can get her on the phone." She dialed.
"I never thought about it all that way before," said Nancy, "but I think you're right."
"Hello, Mom," said Linda. "I just called up to tell you that I'm going to stay over at Nancy's house tonight. See you in the morning. Goodbye." She put the phone down. "Shall we go back in the bedroom?"
"Okay," said Nancy. They walked back into the bedroom to find Bill already there, sipping his drink.
"I'm getting pretty wasted," he said. "This rum really socks it to me."
"I think I'll have another glass of it," said Nancy. She poured her glass full. "Do you want one, Linda?"
"Sure," said Linda, "this ought to help us get to sleep pretty easily. I'm getting tired anyway."
Bob came rushing back into the room. "It's cold outside. You girls will have to warm me up!" He put one arm around each of the naked girls and hugged them to him. They rubbed on his back to warm him up.
"Have another drink," said Bill. "That will warm you up. Hey, you know, that would make a great picture, you with two naked girls. Here, I'll pour you another drink."
"That is a good idea!" said Nancy. "I've got some film in my camera. We can take different pictures of all of us."
"But how would you get them developed?" said Linda. "I don't think stores would print them."
"Oh, that's right," said Nancy. "I wish I had a polaroid camera."
"I can take care of it," said Bob. "I know some guys at Lincoln who do photography. They could develop them in the darkroom at school and print up a few. It's cheaper than a store anyway."
"But then they'd see the pictures," said Nancy.
"Oh, well," said Linda. "That wouldn't really hurt us."
"I guess not," said Nancy. "But I'd be embarrassed."
"Don't worry about that," said Bob. "They'll never know who you are. Besides, they're good guys."
"Okay," said Nancy, "I'll go get my camera." She went out to her bedroom.
"How are we going to do this?" said Bob.
"I'd like one picture of just us, alone, naked," said Linda. "Bill and Nancy probably will, too. It would be nice to get a picture of all of us, but someone has to take the picture."
"We can set the camera on the dressing table and hit the button with a yardstick or something," said Bill.
"I don't know if that would work," said Bob, "But we can certainly try it."
Nancy walked back in with the camera. "Okay," she said, "what do we do first?"
"Why don't you take a picture of Bob and me first, then I'll take one of you and Bill."
"Okay," said Nancy, "stand over here in the corner. Let me screw in this flash bulb."
"I'll take my pants back off," said Bob. He and Linda stood with their arms around each other while Nancy snapped the picture.
"Okay," said Linda, "now I'll take one of you and Bill."
"Let's do it on the bed," said Bill. "I don't feel like standing up." Nancy lay next to him on the bed and he put his arm around her. The tips of his fingers rested on her nipples. She put her arm on the inside of his thigh.
"Great," said Linda, as she snapped the picture. "Now let's do some nasty ones. Nancy, see if you can get Bill hard again!"
"I don't know," said Bill. I feel pretty wasted."
"I'll see what I can do," said Nancy. She leaned down over him and put his cock in her mouth. It felt very limp and rubbery. She pulled and sucked on it with her lips, licking from the balls up to the meaty head. Linda got down on her knees at the foot of the bed so that she could shoot Nancy's face and Bill's cock together. Bill's face would be in the background. Nancy's licking and sucking slowly started to get its desired response. Bill's prick began to lengthen, like a snake crawling out of its hole. Nancy became engrossed in her project as the blood rushed in and the well-used organ began to harden once again. Bill grinned at Linda as he watched Nancy's head bob up and down on his swelling plunger. She ran her lips up and down the length, kissing his balls and sucking the tip. She slid her lips firmly on and off the now pulsing knob of flesh.
"Okay," said Linda, "that's fine." Nancy lifted her head to look at her and Linda snapped the picture. The head of Bill's cock could be seen entering her mouth, with her tongue on it. Bill's grinning face was behind. "I want to get in it," said Linda. She handed the camera to Bob. "You shoot this one," she said. As he wound the camera she jumped on the bed. She was on the other side of Bill from Nancy. She leaned down and put her tongue on his cock, too. Bob snapped the picture.
"Okay," he said, "Now let me take one of you girls. I always wondered what it would be like to shoot pictures like they put in those girly magazines. Come here, Bill, so I can shoot some split beavers."
Bill managed to stand up and walk over to his side. His prick was already starting to droop again. "I feel pretty drunk right now," he said.
"Yeah, I'm not that drunk, but I can really feel it, too," said Bob. "Okay, girls, get close together on the bed and spread your legs." The two girls sat back against the headboard. They put their arms around each other and spread their legs.
"This is really odd," said Nancy. She could feel her wide open cunt pointing at the lens of the camera. "I think I'll have a sip of my drink." She reached over and picked her glass up off the night stand next to the bed. She took a deep swallow. "Wow, I could feel that," she said.
"I don't want to feel left out," said Linda. She picked up her glass and took a large swallow, too. The room was starting to swim.
Bob looked through the lens of the camera at the two wide open pussies. Nancy's was brown around the outside. The outside of the thin outer lips were the same color brown. The lips changed to pink as they went in toward the center. The middle held the pink folds of the inner lips. At the bottom the passageway to Nancy's inner love could be seen hanging slightly open. Her pubic hair came down the two sides of her cunt in dark swirls. It reached below the bottom of her orifice, almost to her asshole. Her asshole was about an inch below the bottom of the twat. It was pink and puckering in the middle, surrounded by radial folds of skin, the same dark brown color as the outside of her snatch.
The folds of tender skin around Linda's love pit were much fuller and fleshier. They were much lighter in color than Nancy's. The outside was bright pinkish red, almost like the color of a rash. The wet center was a paler, almost glowing pink. Her hair was a red-orange color, not as deep as the hair on her head. Her fuck hole also hung open and expanded from its recent use.
"Why don't you both sort of play with your boobies with your outside hands?" said Bob. They each cupped a mound of flashy feminine flesh in a hand and pushed it up, to display it to better advantage. "Great," said Bob, "Now smile for the camera. Just a moment now. Okay. Say 'cheese'!"
"CHEESE!" said Nancy and Linda in unison as the flash bulb went off.
"Okay, Bob, your turn to be a film star," said Bill. "Hop in!" Bob handed him the camera and jumped onto the bed with the two girls.
"I'll get you hard," said Nancy, "as soon as I finish this drink." She picked up her glass and emptied the contents down her throat.
"Don't drink that too fast," said Bob. "You remember what happened before."
"There's nothing else left in my stomach, now," she said. "I think that I'ble be okay."
"T'bel be'?!!" said Bill "It sounds like you must be feeling okay right now to me."
"I feel okay," she said.
"Sho do I," said Linda. "No pain! No pain at all!"
"Wonderful," said Bob. "Let's take these pictures before we get too drunk to do it!"
"That's right!" said Nancy. "Just give me your dick! I'll get it hard!"
"Be gentle," said Bob.
"Don't worry," she said. Following words with action, she clamped a lip lock on his love muscle. After all the waiting and watching, it swelled rapidly. She licked and sucked energetically, obviously enjoying her task. Soon his throbbing rod stood hard and proud once again. "There you go," said Nancy.
"Very well done," said Bob, "My congratulations on a job well done. Now, I know how I want my picture. You ready, Bill?"
"Okay, girls, you get on your knees, facing the head of the bed. Stick your asses up in the air." They positioned themselves, cunts up and out. Bob got behind Linda's ass and put the head of his cock into her slit. He reached over and popped a finger into Nancy's pie. "Okay, Bill, shoot it!"
Click! The flash went off and their classic pose was recorded for immortality on film. Bob slid his cock the rest of the way into Linda.
"This doesn't feel too bad," he said. "Bill, could you hand me my glass?"
"Yeah," said Bill. "I think there is just enough in the pitcher to fill them all one more time." He filled Bob's glass and handed it to him. Bob gently slid his cock in and out of his girl friend's juicy crack as he sipped.
"How about one of all four of us?" said Nancy.
"Screw it!" said Bill. "It's too complicated. Let's just drink this booze and lie down!" He handed full glasses to the girls. Bob kept fucking Linda as he drained his glass. He reached over and set it on the night stand.
"I'll turn on the light on the night stand," he said. "Bill, why don't you turn off the overhead light?"
Bill clicked it off and climbed into the bed. He slowly sipped his drink as he lay next to Nancy, head against the headboard. Nancy sipped hers dreamily. She heard Linda set hers on the night stand. Bob and Linda rolled over sideways, still fucking. They each lay on their sides, Bob behind Linda, easily sliding his cock in and out of her in slow, lazy love. Linda clicked off the table light and the room was dark. Bill finished his glass and rolled over to go to sleep. Nancy wrapped herself tightly around his warm naked body. . She could feel the motion of Bob balling Linda j behind her. Once in a while Bob's back brushed against hers.
Nancy thought back over the events of this j remarkable Friday. It would certainly be a red letter J day in her life. With her brain muddled by the rum, she couldn't even remember how many times she had fucked. It seemed like it must have been a lot. She f could remember that kid Denny Bradshaw and Artie, and Leroy and Eldridge. She looked back over her adventures of the evening. It was definitely the wildest date she had ever had in her life. She had meant to try sex with her boyfriend and had wound up doing it with her girlfriend's boyfriend as well!
"Wow," thought Nancy to herself, "that was really I something. And tomorrow is another day!"
