Chapter 3
Ann noticed Billy's eyes light up when she told him that Karen, Jim's daughter, was home from college and that they were all going on a picnic.
She hadn't told Billy about Jim's proposal, nor had she accepted it yet. Actually, Ann was afraid to tell her son about it, and she wondered if he was the reason for her hesitation.
She had caught Billy peeking into her window a second time. But she didn't let him know that she knew about his voyeurism. It was getting harder for her to ignore the lust that her son's peeping was causing her, though. She jerked off after the second time he peeked, just as she had after the first time.
When Jim and Karen came over to pick them up for the picnic, Ann had trouble ignoring her jealousy of the younger girl. Her cheeks flushed when she caught herself wishing Billy were looking at her own tits as usual, rather than at Karen's.
Karen looked even lovelier than she had before she left for college. She had cut her honey-colored hair short, leaving her firm, young tits unobstructed by the long hair that used to partially hide them. Her very short pants were so tight the mound of her pussy showed clearly. Ann thought she could discern the crack of her cunt right through the material.
Karen had a feminine version of her father's face. It was wide and open, but her broad mouth and straight nose fit it well. Her eyes were as deep a brown as Billy's were blue.
The two kids would make a nice pair, Ann admitted grudgingly to herself, even though Karen was a few inches taller than her son.
Billy's eyes were glued on Karen's body from the first glance. Since they'd met almost two years before, she had had a major role in his sexual fantasies, but they really didn't know each other very well. Still, Billy hoped to get to know her much better.
After loading the car with baskets of food, a blanket, and other things needed for a successful picnic, Karen and Billy climbed into the back seat, Ann and Jim into the front.
"What grade are you going into, Billy?" Karen asked, breaking the silence between them
"I'll be a senior," Billy said.
He thought she should have known what grade he was in; he'd told her before. Her forgetting that made the boy feel that she had forgotten all about him.
"How was college?" he asked, but only because he thought he had to if they were going to talk at all. He would rather not have to talk about the things that made her seem older and more experienced than he.
"Oh, it's wonderful," she said. "Nothing like high school. They really treat you like an adult at college. We can smoke in class, and we don't have to go to class at all if we don't want."
"You don't?" Billy asked.
College sounded great, but Karen's description seemed to put even more distance between them. He must look like a young punk to her, he thought.
"One of my professors said he would give higher grades to girls who wore short skirts to class and sat in the front row," Karen said. "But he was only kidding."
"A teacher of yours said that?" Jim asked from the front seat. "I'm going to write to the administration to complain. No wonder things are the way they are nowadays."
"Oh, Daddy," Karen giggled. "Don't be so provincial."
"Provincial, huh? Well I really am going to complain. That's no way for a college professor to talk," Jim huffed.
Billy saw Karen shake her head with pity for her poor, square father. But now Billy was getting encouraged. Karen sounded like the sort of girl who would let him get somewhere with her. His prick began to press against the front of his pants as he began to hope they could sneak away from their parents during the picnic.
When they arrived at the park, they spread the blanket on a hillside overlooking a lake. They had a feast. But while Billy ate, his eyes were taking in more than his stomach. He watched Karen's tits, appreciating the new style she must have acquired at college-no bra. Her nipples had become hard as she ate, poking little bumps on her jersey.
When she leaned forward to reach for the mustard, the neck of her jersey fell open just enough for Billy to catch a quick glimpse of her bare tits.
At that sight, his cock, already stiff, jerked strongly. He felt a deep-seated longing to rest his head between that pair of warm tits.
When they finished eating and had rested awhile, he began to plot his seduction attempt. Looking around, trying to find a way to be alone with her, he saw rowboats gliding over the lake. That would be perfect, he thought,
"Let's go rowing," he said to Karen.
"Sure, that sounds like fun."
"Okay, Mom?" Billy asked his mother.
"Sure. Go ahead and have fun," Ann said.
Billy realized that his mother was as eager to be alone with Jim as he was to be alone with Karen.
He stopped pulling his jersey down in an awkward attempt to hide his boner as Karen walked along beside him. Instead, he shoved his hands into his pockets.
Now that he was alone with her he couldn't think of anything to say. But his heart was pounding fiercely. He realized that all that stood between him and the fruition of his horny desires was this girl's whim. If she proved as hot as she sounded, Billy would be in heaven before long. If she wasn't, he would remain in his hell of frustration.
Soon, they were sitting in a boat, Karen in the stern and Billy in the middle, pulling at the oars. Karen, using a life jacket as a pillow, leaned back like Cleopatra on her barge. Billy couldn't help staring at her body, which she had put on display in a sexy pose.
"I'll row if you get tired," Karen offered.
"No, that's all right. I won't get tired," Billy said. "I thought it was really funny about that professor of yours telling the girls to wear short skirts, and how your old man hit the roof. Did your teacher really say that?"
Billy thought he had started the conversation on the right track. As he studied the creaminess of her inner thighs and dreamed about what was a few inches higher, under her pants, he grew braver.
"Sure he did," Karen said. "Really, college is so different. I see things entirely differently now."
"Like what?" Billy asked.
"Everything. Life, love, sex. Everything."
"Sex?" he asked, seeing his chance. "How do you see it?"
"Well, before I went to college, I thought I would save myself for my husband, but now I think we owe it to ourselves to enjoy our bodies."
Billy began swiveling his head, looking for a place to go ashore with this liberated young girl. She was practically offering her cunt to him on a silver platter.
"What do you think?" Karen asked.
"Yeah, I think so too," he said.
He saw a good spot. There was a little cove surrounded by trees. There would be plenty of privacy there.
"Let's go ashore here for a while," he said, rowing into the cove.
"Why? I thought you wanted to row around."
"Yeah, well, you know. Rowing is fun, but part of the fun is rowing someplace and going ashore."
Billy realized that she wasn't going to make it easy for him. Karen looked at him with a sly smile on her pretty lips. They pulled the boat up and sat on the bank.
From the corner of his eye, Billy was keeping watch on those gorgeous tits in order to keep his courage up. Karen's hands were lying in her lap between her naked thighs. Gathering all his courage together, Billy reached over and picked up one of her hands.
As he brought the hand to his thigh, Karen looked at him. Billy quickly gave her a kiss. The touch of her tender lips on his own made him hunger for more.
As he slipped the tip of his tongue out, parting Karen's lips, she took it willingly into her mouth, sucking it vigorously. Karen seemed to be heating up quickly, Billy sensed in a flood of hopeful passion.
Billy reached for her slender thigh. His other hand moved around her back, pulling her to him. The smooth warmth of her skin under his grasping ringers, and her fingers resting on his sensitive thigh, was driving Billy to the heights of sexual excitement.
Her willingness seemed to be a promise to relieve his aching need, Billy thought. He began moving his hand up her thigh, over her shorts, and up toward a firmly waiting young breast. If she would let him hold her tits, he figured, he would be halfway to his goal of fucking this beautiful chick.
His fingers discerned the swelling at the base of her tit, and, as his head spun, he wrapped her tit in a firm grip. The soft yet firm mound of warm flesh in his hand made Billy wild with sexual hunger. His fingertips squeezed greedily and his palm pressed the stiff nipple.
Taking her mouth from his, Karen asked, "Is this why you wanted to go rowing?"
"Yeah," Billy admitted. "Ever since I first saw you I wanted to neck with you."
Then he kissed her again. He didn't want the conversation to get out of control. Tightening his grip even more, he pushed her down on her back and leaned over her. As she reclined, he felt how her tit seemed to flow over her chest with its own weight. The wonders of a woman's body began to reveal themselves to him.
Billy pressed the twitching lump in his crotch against her hip, grinding it between their bodies with a rhythmic rocking of his body. Karen encircled him with her arms as she breathed hard and hotly through her nostrils.
The next step, it seemed to Billy's lust-addled brain, was to slip his hand under her jersey and get at her tits without the material of that garment in the way. As soon as he felt her bare skin under his fingertips, he knew how maddening it would be if she stopped him now, as every other girl he had ever necked with had. But she let him slip his hand over her naked tit without resisting. Her tit molded to his caressing hand.
"Ow, not so hard," Karen said. "That's it. Yeah ... m-m-m-m ..."
Billy would have felt foolish about having to be shown how to feel a girl up if he hadn't been in a mindless frenzy of passion. If she was willing to teach him how to squeeze a tit, she might be willing to teach him how to fill her cunt with his prick, too.
Suddenly, the boy was filled with the desire to see that prize he was holding so tightly in his hand. Lifting his face from Karen's, he pulled up her jersey. The glory of her ample tits was revealed. They were spectacular. Their ivory whiteness was set off by the dark-brown coins of puckered flesh that stood at their tips. In her supine position, the jugs were slightly flattened and sagging to the sides.
Billy watched how the flowing tits moved as he manipulated them. It seemed miraculous to him that such gorgeous things could be so common. After all, all girls had them. Yet he had never been allowed to hold and enjoy them before.
"Do you like my tits?" Karen asked.
"Oh, God. Yes. Yes," he said as he lowered his face to one of her tits.
He felt his nose and chin sink into the softness as the stiff nipple met his lips. Sucking the little knot into his mouth, he reveled in the age-old pastime of tit-sucking.
"I Jove to have my tits sucked," Karen sighed. "M-m-m-m, harder. That's it. Suck me. Oh, suck me."
Her words added to the thrill, and drove Billy into sexual madness. He slobbered all over that creamy globe until his face was awash with his own saliva. Karen squirmed beneath him with a motion that Billy had never imagined a girl could move with.
She really did love it. That made it all the more exciting for him.
"Oh, Billy, you're so good. You suck me so well," Karen cooed.
The compliment went right to the boy's head. If this college girl thought he was a skillful tit-sucker, it must be true. Billy was given enough confidence to go for even more exciting territory. Moving his hard-working mouth from one tit to the other, he grabbed Karen's bare thigh and began sliding his fingers toward her crotch.
Her smooth skin slid under his fingers as he neared that coveted treasure. He could feel moist heat radiating from her cunt. He came to the hem of her shorts and kept going, tucking his fingers in a leg of the cut-off jeans.
Traveling another inch, his fingers bumped into her nylon-covered cunt. Her shorts were tight, so he didn't have much room to maneuver, but his fingers struggled to reach the gash that he knew was hiding in there.
"Uh-h-h," Karen grunted at the touch of his bluntly probing fingers. "Oh, Billy. Oh-h-h-h!"
His day had finally arrived, it seemed.
Billy could feel the plumpness of her cuntal mound. But the crack seemed out of his reach in those tight pants. He would have to go around the other way and unzip her shorts to get at the juicy mouth of her cunt.
When Karen felt his hand move to the waistband of her shorts, fumbling to open them, she grabbed his hand with her own. Billy froze. Could she be turning him off now?
But he didn't give upi Even with Karen tugging at his hand, he kept trying to open her pants. Finally, the snap gave, the zipper spread, and her belly was available to his exploring hand.
"Billy, stop. Somebody might see us."
It wasn't likely that they would be seen in the grass behind the boat, but Billy was willing to humor her.
"Let's go into the bushes," he gasped, his hand still in her pants.
"Okay," Karen said. "But take it easy. Someone might think you're raping me."
Karen snapped her shorts closed, stood, and wandered nonchalantly into the bushes. Trying to act as cool as she, Billy stumbled after her.
When he caught up with her in the privacy of the dense foliage, he grabbed her and tried to stuff his hand into her pants again. She didn't stop him. As they stood there kissing, Billy felt his fingers comb through her pubic hair as he filled his hand with her luscious cunt.
The lips of her gash seemed loose and wet, ready to admit his prying fingers. Billy couldn't control himself. He knew he was being clumsy, but he just had to feel the mysterious interior of that pussy-that cave that would soon hug his prick.
"M-m-m-m-m," Karen -hummed with her mouth full of his tongue.
He curled a finger into her cunt.
He thrilled at the wetness, realizing that his hands and mouth had excited her so her juice flowed. Not knowing his way around in a pussy, Billy blindly groped through the inner lips, marveling at the complexity of a girl's cunt. Then, finding the entrance to the deep well, he plunged his long middle finger up into her cunt.
Having a real live pussy impaled on his finger was almost too much for the boy. He swayed on his feet as though he were ready to keel over.
As Karen began sinking down, Billy followed. They were soon lying on the soft, leafy ground. Billy's finger moved energetically around within the confines of Karen's tight pussy sleeve. He explored every corner of that flowing tube, then retreated to the vestibule of her cunt. There, he examined the inner lips and clitoris.
When he felt the hard little kernel of Karen's clit, he gave it a squeeze and was amazed at the way she moaned with pleasure. That was an important lesson for the boy. There was so much more to learn, though.
He moved his fingers deeper into her crotch, past the gash of her pussy, and found her asshole. He was surprised to find how close it was to her cunthole.
Billy could tell that her pussy was ready for him. The juice had lubricated the whole area so he would only have to thrust his cock into her crotch and it would slide effortlessly up her tunnel. But he would have to get her pants off first.
He pulled his hand out of her pants, and grabbed them with both hands. When he felt them coming down, he knew a door to paradise was being opened for him.
"Billy," Karen said. "Do you ever jerk off?"
The last thing the boy wanted to talk about was his masturbatory habits. He wanted to fuck.
"Why do you ask?" he asked as he continued tugging at her shorts.
Suddenly, Karen grabbed his wrists, stopping him from getting her pants past her crotch. He could see the curly hair rising over the horizon of the waistband of her undies, and he was going into a fit of desperation to uncover that precious cunt.
"It's important," she said. "Now please, answer me."
"Sure I do. Everybody does. Don't you?"
"Well, let's jerk off together," she said.
"But I want to fuck you," Billy said.
"No," she said, and began to pull her pants back up-As much as he wanted to stick his prick up that juicy twat, he had to admit that it would be incredibly exciting to watch this chick jerking off. But could he do it in front of her? He always had jerked off in the privacy of his room or some other secret place. How could he grab his prick and pump it with this girl's eyes on him?
But he realized that he had no choice. Besides, if he didn't jerk off with her now, he would have to jerk off in private as soon as possible or suffer the horrors of blue balls. He was hotter than he'd ever been.
"Okay," he said.
Karen grasped her shorts. Billy let go of her and reached for his belt buckle. Unfastening it, he began to pull down his pants. As his pants came down, Karen began lowering hers. Billy felt foolish when his stiff prick sprung out and vibrated there in his lap. But the sight of Karen's emerging muff took his mind off his bashfulness.
"Wow, it's so big and fat," Karen said, staring at his cock.
Wiggling her hips to get her cut-offs over her ass, Karen bared her cunt. Billy's eyes burrowed into her fluffy brown hair, seeing her crack running out of sight between her thighs. His cock began jerking with even greater twitches as the sight, his first close-up look at a pussy, drove him wild.
Karen swiveled to face him and spread her legs. Billy gasped as he saw the total length of her cuntal slit. Beneath it, her asscheeks looked like fresh melons of some strange, exotic variety. Her slot was slightly opened from her excitement and her position there on the ground with her legs spread. Billy could see pink ridges of wet flesh within the lips.
"Well, I'm ready," Karen said.
"Yeah, me too," Billy said.
"Well, let's start, okay?"
Billy reached for his standing prick. As he wrapped his fist around it, Karen moved her hand to her hairy cunt. She inserted the tip of her middle finger into the top of her crack, then began moving it in a circular motion where Billy had discovered the little nut that made her moan.
Tugging his loose cock skin up, then letting it slide back into place, Billy could feel his balls lifting from their resting place between his thighs. That would give Karen something to ogle, he thought.
He- was surely getting an eyeful. As she wiggled her finger, Karen's chubby mound absorbed the motion. Billy could see how soft and pliable that fleshy delta was. He wished it were his finger in there, but he was having a great time anyhow.
"I love to do this," Karen said. "I do it all the time. Every night."'
"Yeah, me too," Billy said as he increased his pumping speed.
"You have a nice big prick, Billy," she said.
As she spoke, Billy noticed her face begin to take on the look of ecstasy he'd seen on his own face while jerking off in front of a mirror. Her slowly massaging finger was obviously having a profound effect on her, he realized. And pumping his prick with that pussy spread before him was bringing Billy close to spilling his load of cum.
"Oh-h-h-h, I think I'm coming," Karen moaned.
The sight of a pretty chick bringing herself off right in front of him seemed like a dream to the horny kid. He was ready to shoot a record load at her.
"Uh. Uh. I'm coming too," he grunted.
Karen had fallen back, resting on an elbow. Her legs were spread wide and her finger was moving rapidly around and up and down. Through her jersey, Billy could see her tits shaking with the motion of her desperate pussy-rubbing. Billy's fist was a blur on his cock.
Karen's energetic cunt-scrubbing caused her twat to open further, showing Billy the entrance to her cave. He concentrated on that dark opening as his cum burst from the tip of his cock.
Just as Karen closed her eyes and yelled with sexual rage, a silver bullet of jism flew toward her, falling on the ground between her spread legs. She opened her eyes in time to see the rest of the eruption.
Billy kept pumping cum from his prick as Karen trembled and shook with her orgasm. He never knew that a girl could be so devastated by coming, but she was in a greater frenzy than he.
As their rapture subsided, they pumped and rubbed slower until they were both lying still, staring at each other.
"I've never seen a girl jerk off before," Billy said. "It was great, but I still want to fuck you."
"Maybe some other time," Karen said. "But jerking off with you is fun. You shot a gallon."
She wiped her wet fingers on her belly, then pulled her shorts and undies on. Billy mopped up with his handkerchief. When they were dressed, it seemed that nothing had happened, and Billy wondered if he might have dreamed the whole thing.
But, just then, Karen sniffed her fingers and held them out to Billy's face. The odor of her juice was proof that he hadn't been dreaming. He grabbed her hand, held it to his mouth, and licked the flavor from it.
By the time they got back into the boat and began rowing, BiHy was as horny as ever. At least he had seen something he would never forget. And he had stuck his finger into a pussy. Surely, "his cock would get its chance soon..