Chapter 4

Jerry put his key in the door. He found Sam lying on his bed. He was reading. Since the few weeks that they had been together they hardly had been in the room at the same time. So they hadn't talked much. There was an awkward silence between them.

Finally Jerry asked, "How was your weekend?" Sam simply said that it was fine. He explained that the had invited some friends over. Sam then asked Jerry how his weekend was. Jerry said that he had a good time at home. Again there was that awkward silence.

Jerry started to unpack the few things that he took home. Then he sat down at his desk and started to read. The next day he had four classes. He had not been to his math class in weeks. He made up his mind that he would have to go, even thought it meant getting up at eight o'clock. He put his mind to his reading until it became late enough to use the time for an excuse to stop studying. Jerry and Sam were both tired. As Jerry got ready for bed, so did Sam

They were both exhausted.

When Jerry slept sometimes he did a strange thing, he talked in his sleep. But this weakness allowed Sam to learn that Jerry had the same sexual tastes as he did. It was around one in the morning. Jerry started to dream, of course he dreamed about pussy.

He dreamed about the pussy he ate, the delicious cunts of Tina, Mary, Susie, Janie, Candy the Amazon and Judy. Each cunt flashed before him. He ate each one all over again. As he dreamed of these delights he could not help but verbalize his pleasure.

"Your sweet pussy. Let me eat you all night, Tina. Suck me harder." These were just a few of the phrases that Jerry mumbled. But it was clear enough for Sam to understand what he was talking about. Sam's ears perked up as Jerry continued.

"Suck my balls, Judy. Let me eat your sweaty pussy." Sam took this all in. He was convinced that Jerry indulged in the same pleasures that he did. As he fell asleep, Sam thought how he would approach Jerry on the topic.

Jerry's alarm went off at eight. He quickly turned it off, he hated the sound. He dragged himself out of bed and got dressed. He took his notebook and went off to his math course. He hoped that he would be able to stay awake.

He took his seat in the lecture hall. He wasn't sure if it was the one that was assigned to him, it was so long since he had been to the class that he had forgotten. He tried to keep his eyes open by thinking of all the possible pussy that he was missing.

A girl with red hair caught his eye. In an instant he woke up. The girl was Mary, one of the delightful trio he met at Cripple Creek. His prick rose in anticipation of what his mind already planned. He would take to her after class.

He wanted to see her as soon as possible. His prick was hard at the very thought of what they could do. He only hoped that Sam would be out of the room. If not they would have to go outside. He hadn't eaten breakfast, and all this thought about cunt was making him hungry.

After class he made his way through the hordes of people to talk to her. He kept her red hair in sight as he finally came up to her. He called her name and she turned around. She was just as surprised to see him as he was to see her. She got over to him as fast as she could.

"What are you doing here?" she asked. Jerry explained that like she, he went to school here. "Do you live on campus?" she asked. Jerry said that he did. "Too bad, it's more fun living off campus," she said. Jerry asked if she was doing anything tonight.

Mary said that she wasn't, but she wanted to continue what they had been doing at Cripple Creek. "My cunt is itching for your tongue," she said. "Listen," she continued, "one of my roommates, you remember her, has her parents coming over tonight, so my place is out."

"Well come over to my room, Mary," Jerry said. "If my roommate is there we can always go off to some field." Mary was very excited. She promised that she would be over no later than seven. "I'll be waiting with open mouth," Jerry laughed. As they parted he realized that she did not even know his name. "My name is Jerry", he shouted to her.

For his other three classes Jerry had a hard on. All during English his mind was not on Chaucer, but on eating Mary's cunt. Throughout Philosophy his thoughts were not on Plato, but thinking how Mary was going to suck him off. And all during French, he was thinking about his come shooting into her mouth.

When all his classes were over he ran to the cafeteria for lunch. All that thought of pussy made him hungry. Lunch was a big disappointment in comparison to all the pussy he thought about. He tried to eat his Spanish omelet with enthusiasm, but it was no substitute for cunt.

He didn't know how he was going to manage the rest of the day. He would have to get down to some studying, but the fact that Mary was going to be in his mouth in only a few hours had him so excited. He only hoped that Sam would be off somewhere.

He wondered if Sam would be tolerant if he knew what he did. He knew that there were some people at school who were very up tight about sex. He knew that there were some people who believed that fucking was the only way to have sex.

He knew that Sam was from New York, so he figured that he had some idea what was going on in the world. It was strange, he thought, that he and Sam never had really talked to each other yet. Maybe, Jerry said to himself, I can convert him to my ways, like I converted Judy.

Judy had a lot of trouble sitting in her chemistry class. She wanted a tongue up her cunt. All morning she had an itch in her twat, an itching that would only stop if she had someone eat her out. She spread her legs apart, and hoped that it would stop.

After chemistry she had a study hall. She had a pass to go to the library. The quiet of the library seemed to make the itching more intense. She tried to keep her mind on her reading, but she knew it was no use. Jerry had shown her the pleasures that were available, if one had the mind to do them.

Judy had the mind. In fact ever since that night in the backyard the only thing she thought of was the pleasure that she received. She wanted more. She knew that there were boys in school who could satisfy that itching, but they were the type of boy that she didn't know. It was the type of boy that only girls like Tina Bradsy knew.

As Judy hought about all this, someone had taken the seat next to her. It was Jim Dayton. She knew Jim and dated him a few times last year. He was a nice boy. The very thought of him eating her out made Judy laugh. "Shat's so funny, Judy?" Jim asked.

"Oh, nothing, Jim, I was just thinking." She wanted him to ask her out. The very thought of getting him to eat her out excited her. She wanted his tongue in her cunt, and she wanted to suck his prick.

He asked her shyly if she was still seeing Jerry. "Not really, Jim. Jerry and I are just good friends not anything else. He's away at college and I'm still here, so we thought it best just to have our own lives where each of us is." Judy hoped that what she had said would be an introduction for him to ask her out.

"Well," Jim started, "are you doing anything tonight?" Judy was about to jump on him, and tell him that she was free. But she quickly contained herself and simply said that she wasn't doing anything. "Well," Jim said, "would you like to go to a movie, or something?"

Judy liked the part about the or something. She said yes. He told her that he would pick her up at seven. He looked very relieved, like he planned to ask her out for days and finally got up enough courage to do so. He left her to her reading.

Judy burned with anticipation. She wanted to show Jim the pleasures that had been shown, to her, by Jerry. She felt better. The itching in her cunt subsided. She went back to her reading. She knew that in only a few hours she would be sucking on Jim's hairy prick. The very thought made Judy's mouth water.

After lunch, Jerry went to the library. He thought it would be a good place to scout for pussy. He knew that he didn't have to worry about getting any, but it would still be nice if he could get some more. There was never enough cunt to get, and Jerry knew that.

There was not much action in the library. Jerry saw a lot of girls with very short skirts, she kept pulling them down. Jerry thought how worried people are about sex. Outwardly the girls wanted to show their sexuality. They wore those very short skirts.

But inwardly they were still the same as their mothers. Jerry wondered when people were going to change. He wondered when the big social revolution that people of his generation talked about was finally going to occur.

Jerry knew that even his generation was still troubled with the thoughts of sex, even though they talked about it more freely. But he knew that they were only products of their parents. He knew it would take a whole new generation of parents who brought up their children in free thinking ways, before there would be any sexual revolution.

Jerry looked at the girl sitting at the next table. She was wearing a really short skirt. But she was sitting with her legs crossed and she kept pulling at her skirt every few seconds. He wondered what kind of kids she was going to bring up. They would probably be the same as she, unless something happened.

Jerry was surprised at the thinking he had just done. He wondered if it was just being in the marbled library that did it. He looked down at his Chaucer. If he could only apply his thoughts to that.

Sam got back to his room and found it empty. He hoped that he would find Jerry there. He wanted to talk to him about what he had heard him say during the night. He hoped that Jerry was just not having a wild dream. But even if he was Sam knew that deep in his mind he wanted to taste the pleasure which he was dreaming about.

Sam took out the chunk of hash that Rita and John had left him. He put some in a pipe and lit it. He breathed deeply on the pipe. He wanted to be really stoned when he went to dinner. He took another drag on the pipe. He stared to look for an album to put on.

He couldn't make up his mind, he knew that the hash was doing his work. He finally found a Grateful Dead record. He put it on and lit another chunk of hash. He didn't know if Jerry smoked, but he was pretty sure that he did. He wanted to turn on with him.

Just at that moment he heard a key in the door. In a flash he had the pipe and the hash back in his desk. But it wasn't fast enough. Jerry knew what he was doing. And Sam knew that Jerry knew. They smiled at each other. "Do you want to smoke some hash?" Sam offered.

Jerry sat down and said that he would like to indulge himself. Sam though that if they both got stoned enough that their inhibitions would be lessened, and then he could talk to Jerry about what he said in his sleep. Sam put a big chunk of hash into the pipe.

Jerry breathed hard on to the brass pipe. He filled his lungs with the heavy smoke. Sam wanted him to get good and stoned. The Grateful Dead blasted away on the stereo. They both thought about the music and getting stoned.

Jerry said that he was really wrecked. Sam hoped that he was because he was about to hit him with the information which he found out during the night. "Did you know that you talk in your sleep, Jerry?" Sam said.

"Yeah, I know. Sometimes I do that. It scares me to think that I do that. I'm afraid that I'll give away some deep dark secret about myself. I've done it since I was a kid. Did I say anything that I shouldn't have said?" Jerry asked.

"Well," began Sam, "that depends on what you think you shouldn't say. I just surmised from what I could understand that you had a very enjoyable weekend." For a minute Jerry was dazed. He wondered what he had said. He wondered if he had mentioned any names.

He tried to laugh. But for some reason Jerry was a little bit embarrassed. "Well Sam what did I say?" Sam didn't know exactly how to tell Jerry about what he had said. But he was so stoned that his words just started to flow out.

"Well, it's like this. From what I could tell you really like to eat pussy." For a moment Jerry was stunned that Sam had said that, and he showed his amazement. "Oh Jerry, it's nothing to be ashamed about, or anything like that." Sam laughed and continued. "Why some of my best friends like to eat cunt." They both laughed.

Jerry felt more at ease. "Yeah, I sure like to eat pussy. This weekend I had a feast. I met these three girls and..." Jerry's mouth stopped working and his mind went double fast. He remembered that he had met Mary, and that she was going to come over.

"Sam," Jerry asked, "are you busy tonight?" Sam wondered what Jerry was planning or had planned. Sam said that he wasn't doing anything at night. "Well then," Jerry continued, "how would you like to eat the sweetest pussy that you will ever eat?" Jerry saw that Sam was stunned. "Let's go to dinner and I'll tell you all about it."

In the cafeteria they found a vacant corner. Jerry explained how he met Mary at Cripple Creek, and how he found out today that he was in her math class. He told Sam that she was coming over and he was sure that the three of them could work on something.

Sam's prick was about to pop out of his pants; he wanted to get his teeth into some cunt, instead of the hamburger that was in his mouth. If Jerry was not exaggerating Mary would be a meal fit for a king.

Jerry looked at his watch, it was getting late. He didn't want to miss Mary. He told Sam that they better get back to the room. They took their trays and put them on the conveyor belt that took them to the dishwasher. At the same moment they both started laughing. They both knew what was awaiting them.

When they both heard the knock on the door only a short time after they got back to the room they both started to go to the door to open it. Sam got to the door knob a split second before Jerry. He flung the door open. Standing before him was Mary.

The minute he saw her red hair he wanted to suck her cunt. He let her in. She greeted Jerry with a big hello. He introduced her to Sam. She told him that the other girls said hello and wanted to come over soon. They knew that they could have a good time again.

Mary didn't know when or if Sam was going to leave. She liked the way he looked. She wanted him to stay. She wanted to suck him off very badly. She kept looking at him. Jerry noticed her interest. "I'm happy to announce," he began, "that my roommate and I have the same tastes."

"Wonderful," Mary yelled. "Let's get started. I'm dying for both of you to eat me out. And I can't wait to have both of you." As she talked she undid her pants. In a few moments they were all out of their clothes.

Mary looked at Sam; the thought of his prick in her mouth made her head spin. She got down on her knees and took his big, hard prick into her mouth in one swallow. Up and down she slid her lips over his smooth skin. She sucked on his tight prick head, until it was red.

Then she went over to Jerry who laid on his bed. She got down next to him and sucked on his balls. The tip of her tongue worked up and down the underside of his prick. The wet tip slid up and down slowly. His prick throbbed with the pleasure she was giving him.

Suddenly she took his whole prick into her mouth. She sucked hard on it. Inside her mouth her tongue worked over the stiff shaft.

Her tongue knew just what to do to give Jerry every sensation that he dreamed she would give him. He rammed his prick down her throat. He wanted to feel the pleasure he knew was approaching.

Sam didn't waste a second. His head was between Mary's legs. His tongue was deep in her cunt. Back and forth he worked his tongue, just as Jerry was pumping his cock back and forth in Mary's mouth. Her cunt tasted so good. Sam could not get enough of it.

Jerry felt himself coming. He pressed his prick hairs onto Mary's face. He felt his balls pop his cream. It shot through his prick and it burst into Mary's mouth. She sucked up every drop. She wanted to taste more. She was ready for Sam.

But Sam was not ready for her. He didn't want to be disturbed from the tasty dish he was relishing. He worked his tongue over Mary's red-haired twat. He licked up every drop of her honey sweet cunt juice. He had tasted a more tasty meal, since he had sucked the delicious cunt that Rita had offered him over the weekend.

Mary couldn't wait. She wanted him now. She pulled his head from between her legs. She kissed him hard on the mouth. His tongue was down her throat. Her mouth was slippery from the come that still coated the sides of her throat.

He wanted to feel his come shooting into her slippery mouth. He wanted her to give him the same pleasure that Jerry had felt seconds before. He wanted to feel the joy of coming. His prick throbbed at the thoughts that spun in his head.

He laid back on the bed. Mary's expert mouth covered his hard cock. Up and down her lips quickly traveled over his stiff flesh. Sam moaned with the pleasure that she was giving him. The more she gave him the more she wanted, and more he wanted. His prick felt so good in her mouth.

In his mouth, Jerry tasted Mary's sweet cunt. He loved the taste of it. Back and forth he worked his tongue between her cunt lips. It felt so good to have his mouth in a cunt again. His face was drenched by Mary's cunt sweat. The more "he sucked the more her box sweated. Jerry lapped up every drop.

In one gush of sweet, sticky cunt juice Mary came. Jery could not get enough of the tasty nectar. He sucked hard on the wet, hairy mound. He could never get enough. He only wished that the other girls could have been there now. He would have loved to taste their sweet cunts.

Sam's brain reeled with the pleasure he got from Mary's tongue. She knew just how to give a prick all the pleasure that it needed to come with the most intense joy. She would mount pleasure upon pleasure. Then her tongue just teased. Then she started all over again.

Sam was breathing heavily. Mary worked her tongue over his hairy balls. She took them into her mouth. Her tongue worked the hairy sack into a sopping mass of pleasure. Sam had not felt such joy in quite a while. He liked the way she worked her tongue over his prick.

He wanted to come so badly. But Mary wanted to give him more pleasure. She also could not get enough of his big prick. She loved the feel of it in her mouth. She also liked the feel of Jerry's tongue that was now up her ass. He worked it in her sensitive ass-hole. It gave her intense feelings throughout her body.

She wanted to feel Sam's hot come shoot into her mouth. She knew that he was long ready to feel his cream shot from his huge balls. She just knew that those two big balls would hold more than enough hot come for her waiting mouth to taste.

Up and down she slid her lips. She heard him moan. And then in one jet she felt his thick scum coat her mouth. She swallowed every drop of the rich cream. His prick still jetted the sweet come. She could not get enough of it. She did not take her mouth from his prick until every drop of come was down her throat.

Sam had not felt such expert lips at work for a long time. He was glad he and Jerry were roommates. He knew that they would get along fine. He could not wait to take Jerry into the city and have him meet some of his friends. Sam wanted to return the favor that

Jerry had done him by introducing him to the delights of Mary.

Judy got out of the shower. She rubbed the coarse towel over her body. Her cunt itched in anticipation at what she planned. She wanted to get Jim alone. She wanted to introduce him the pleasures that Jerry had taught her.

She put on her jeans and a blouse. She knew that her mother would have something to say about her not wearing a bra, but she didn't care. She didn't want anything to get in the way of her pleasure. She only hoped that Jim knew what to do.

He was very shy. On their other dates it had been Judy who had initiated the first kiss. But Jim took it from there. She was convinced that all he needed was a little encouragement. She would be the one to give it. She wanted to feel his prick in her mouth. She thought of that feeling all during the day.

She went downstairs to wait for Jim. She put on her shawl, so her mother couldn't see that she had no bra on. She laughed at herself when she thought about her mother. If she only knew what she planned to do tonight.

Her mother and father were going to a neighbor's to play bridge. Judy wondered if she could use the house while they were out. But she decided against it. She didn't want to take any chances. She heard Jim blow his horn. She was more than ready to see him.

Jim had been very nervous while he was getting ready for the evening. He decided that he and Judy would go to a movie. But afterwards, he didn't know what they would do. He liked Judy. He liked her very much. He had never gone very far with any girl.

Over the summer he had been with one girl. Together they discovered the pleasures that two people could give to each other. He liked what they did. But he never got a chance to continue their new found pleasures. The girl had left without telling him.

When he got back to high school in the fall he fell back into his old pattern of just taking a girl out and maybe kissing her when he said goodnight. He never gone any farther. He never had enough courage. But Judy excited him. After he made the date with her he got a hard on. And all day, whenever he thought of her his prick would pop up again.

He held the door open for Judy. She sat as close to him as the bucket seat would allow. She wanted to get right down to some serious sex. She was disappointed when he suggested a movie.

But she agreed to see it. She didn't want to appear too anxious. When they got to the movie theater they just made the start of the feature. She purposely took a seat in a rather empty aisle of seats. If she had to sit through the movie she wanted to get him ready for what she planned for after the movie.

The film started. As the story unfolded it was another of the kind of picture that was about today's youth. These films bored Judy.

They never really told the audience what being young was really all about. They usually had some part where some kid took acid, and while he was finding out about himself he was flipping out.

Judy thought about herself. She never took acid. She was afraid to. She was happy as she was, she didn't want to press her luck. She laughed to herself when she saw the two actors making love. They always made it seem so beautiful on film.

But Judy knew what it was really like. It was a fast kiss in a crowded car. It was a quick feel at a noisy party. It was a nervous blow job while the folks were away for the evening. But Judy wanted it. If it had to be that way, because people are narrow minded, then she would accept it that way. Because she had to have it.

Even at that moment she wanted to feel Jim's mouth on her wet cunt. She wanted to feel his balls. She couldn't wait until she way away at college. Then she could do all these things how she always dreamed that she would do them.

She wanted to have sex in a bed, and not be worried if her parents would be home early. She wanted to do whatever she wanted to do, whenever she wanted to. And right now she wanted to blow Jim. She only hoped that he would take her lead.

The movie made Jim horny. When he saw the two actors fucking he thought of the summer. He and the girl he had met had fucked on the beach. It was the most pleasurable feeling he had ever experienced. He remembered the smell of her cunt. His prick became harder.

At first the smell repulsed him. He wanted to do what so many of the boys boasted about in the locker room. He wanted to go down on her and eat her out. But the smell of her cunt turned him off. He couldn't get up the courage to stick his tongue into her wet slit.

Finally he got up enough courage. He closed his eyes and held his breath. And just as he was about to eat her out she told him not to. He had been disappointed. He had wanted to be able to boast like the other boys had done. He wanted to have the experience of eating a girl out.

When the girl had told him not to start to eat her, he had become a little angry. Later when he fucked her he thrashed his prick hard into her cunt. He had made her bleed. He remembered the way the blood looked on the sand. He also remembered the exquisite feeling he had when he came in her cunt.

Just as he was remembering this he felt Judy's hand creep onto his thigh. He felt her fingers move slowly to his crotch. He wanted her to stop. They were in a public place. He moved his thigh from her hand. He wanted to wait until they were alone.

He made up his mind right then that he would eat out Judy. He wanted to taste her cunt. He wondered if her cunt would smell as bad as that other girl's had. He didn't care. He wanted to have the experience of eating a girl out.

He would be going away to college in the fall. He knew that he would have to have some sex experience before then. He felt that he was the only boy in his class who just had one, singular sex experience. He was almost ashamed at that fact. But tonight he would change that.

Judy was upset that she had been so forward. She was just so anxious. She couldn't wait for the movie to be over. The actors on the screen were fucking. The boy was going down on the girl. She wanted that to happen to her, she wanted him to put out the fire that was burning in her cunt.

The movie was almost over. Jim wondered what they would do after the film. He would ask her if she wanted to go for pizza. But he really wanted to get her alone. He didn't want to go to Make Out Grove. He didn't want to be with other people.

He would take her to some dark, tree covered road away from the center of twon. His mouth was dry from the anticipation. He wanted a drink. But he knew that the film would be over any minute. He would have to wait, for everything for a few minutes more.

As the film ended the young actors kissed. All their problems, all their hang ups were resolved. The unreality of it made Judy mad.

She knew that the whole thing was so untrue. What she felt in her cunt at that moment was the truth.

The lights came on in the theater. Jim asked her if she liked the film. "That's not the way people act," she said. Jim was surprised at the anger in her voice. He couldn't understand why she was angry. He knew that he just didn't understand women.

"Do you want to go for a pizza, Judy?" he asked. She wanted to taste only one thing at that moment, and that was his prick. But she didn't want to seem too anxious. She already made the stupid move of trying to feel his dick, during the movie.

She said that she would like to go to eat. The movie had made her hungry. The pizza would satisfy at least one craving that she had. And after they had the pizza she would go about attaining satisfaction from the other, stronger craving she had.

They pushed through the crowds who were waiting for the next show. They got into Jim's car. The parking lot was dark. Jin thought if he should grab her and kiss her. In that way he would tell her that he didn't want to take her home right after they had their pizza.

He made his move. He pulled her close to his shaking body. She pressed her lips onto his open mouth. Her tongue shot down his throat. She wanted to tell him that she wanted him. He pulled her closer. His mind was totally confused.

He wanted to have her then. But he made the plans for them to have pizza. For some reason he had to do things as he had planned. Anyway, he thought, the parking lot would be crowded in a few moments with people who saw the same showing that they saw.

He pulled his mouth from hers. His mouth was even drier now. He wanted to get something cool down his throat as soon as he could. He started the car. He backed out of the space and headed to the pizza parlor. He wanted to get there soon so they wouldn't have to wait for a table.

He stepped on the gas and they were at the restaurant in a few minutes. They got a table. He ordered the pizza and the Cokes. He also asked for some water. He was very nervous. There was an awkward silence between them. Judy said that she was going to the ladies room.

When she was gone his water came. He drowned his throat in it. He knew he had to contain himself. He tried to think of a question to ask her when she came back, something to start some kind of conversation.

In the ladies room Judy put some cold water on her face. Then she went to take a piss. When she looked down at her cunt it was sopping with cunt juice. She told herself that she would just have to wait. She put more water on her face. She combed her hair. She liked the way she looked.

When she got back to the table their Cokes were there but the pizza still didn't come. She wanted to eat and get down to sex as soon as possible. As soon as she sat down, Jim asked why she didn't care for the movie.

"It's just that I've seen that picture a dozen times before. It's that old story about young kids finding themselves in a world that they didn't create, but were stuck in it anyway. They try to find themselves through drugs. When that doesn't work they try sex."

She stopped for a second, as if to make a point. "After sex they try just to understand each other. And that usually works. And they live happily ever after. But things don't always work out that way. People always have problems."

She started something and she wanted to finsh it. "People try to live their life as they want to. But sometimes some obstacles come in the way. The obstacle may be a concrete thing or it may be an abstract thing. But whenever the obstacle gets in the way some kind of problem arises."

She lowered her voice. "What we did just before in the parking lot was pleasurable. But when most people have pleasure they feel guilty. That's a big problem with our generation, I think, even with all this talk about social freedom. The fact still remains that we are still hung up on the same things our parents were hung up on."

The waitress brought their pizza. She was a middle-aged women. She looked like every other waitress in a pizza parlor. The waitress said that the pie was hot and that they better wait a few minutes before they started eating it. She gave them dishes and napkins and then went to her next table.

"Now take that woman, for example," Judy said, "who knows what she does in bed?" Jim was a little surprised at what she was saying. "I mean that as long as people don't talk about what they do it's alright, they don't feel guilty. But that reasoning is stupid. If we are the new generation that we're being told we are then we have to stop pretending that sex is romantic, like in that movie."

She took a piece of pizza. Jim didn't stop watching her. He was so interested in what she was saying. "I don't know if I'm making any sense," she continued. "But I've been doing a lot of thinking lately, about things. I've come to the decision that if you're guilty about something then you should try to overcome that guilt, because it is an obstacle in achieving something you want."

She took a bite of her pizza. It tasted so good. Jim started to eat his slice. The smell filled his head. The sauce and cheese filled his mouth with flavor. He thought of how Judy's cunt would taste. He wanted to tell her right there that he wanted her, wanted to eat her out.

What she said made him think. He knew that guilt stopped him from achieving the pleasures that he had heard about. He would try to accept Judy's philosophy, but didn't know if he fully could. He knew that he was his parents' son. They had brought him up with a strict moral code. There was always that fear of going against that code.

But he tried to get those thoughts out of his head. He wanted to enjoy himself now. They talked about things like college and what they would both plan to study. Jim said that his parents wanted him to study business, but he wasn't too sure if he wanted to study that.

Judy thought he would fit right into the pattern, the round peg in the round hole. She hoped that he would at least come through tonight. She hoped that her talk had made him think. She knew that the movie had excited him. She hoped that excitement would be rekindled in the next hour or so.

Judy ate faster. She finished before Jim. Then he ate faster. He wanted to get alone with her as soon as possible. He paid the bill and then they went out to the car. The parking lot was quiet. His hands worked faster than his mind.

Again he pulled her closer to him. His tongue reached down her throat. Her hand went for his prick. She felt the lump growing under his pants. She knew that he was just as ready as she was. They got into the car. Jim started to drive away from the center of town. He knew just the place that he would take her.

He drove to a secluded road that was off the highway. Judy was there before. But she was sure that if another car came along it would be for the same reason that she and Jim were there. The car would either park at a safe distance away from them or leave.

Jim turned off the engine. He felt strange. He had never really been in a situation like this before. He never drove to a secluded spot with the specific reason of having sex. Judy noticed his nervousness. She knew that all he needed was a little encouragement.

She kissed him hard on the lips. He opened his mouth to receive her tongue. It was in his mouth in a flash. He shot his tongue down her throat. His hands felt for her tits. She had on no bra, he liked that idea. His hands lifted her flimsy blouse.

His hands felt her firm tits, the nipples were hard. He pressed his face to her tits. He liked the way she smelled. He wanted to get to her cunt. He took one nipple into his mouth. Then he took the other nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it until it was hard. When he was done he didn't know what next to do.

It was Judy who showed him. She took off her blouse. The she started to take off her pants. He had his mouth hanging open. "Take your clothes off Jim," she said. For a moment he was embarrassed. He didn't want to get all undressed in front of a girl.

But then when he thought that he realized how silly it was. He remembered what Judy said in the pizza parlor. He started to take off his shirt. He felt his stiff prick beneath his jeans. He knew he was ready for her. She was taking off her pants. It was hard to undress in the small car. But where there's a will there's a way.

She was sitting next to him naked. He liked the way her body looked in the moonlight. He pulled off his pants. He couldn't wait to taste her cunt. He reached over to her. But here was no room in the car to move. "Let's get out," Judy said.

She opened the door and slid out of the seat. He followed her. He had only been with a girl one other time. He was as nervous and anxious at the same time. She laid flat on the grass. She spread her legs and wanted him to go down on her cunt.

But, instead, he went to her tits. He liked the way they felt in his hands. He liked the way they tasted in his mouth. He sucked on the nipples of each of her tits. She reached for his hand and brought it down to her cunt. When he felt the wetness he pulled it away.

There was something frightening about her wet cunt. She wanted his mouth on her cunt so badly. She wished that it was Jerry she was with, instead of Jim. Jerry could make her feel the pleasure that she wanted. She reached over for his cock. It was hard. She wanted it in her mouth.

She stroked his prick. She wanted to arouse him to the point where he would eat her out, like he had wolfed down his last piece of pizza. Her hand traveled over his hard shaft.

His prick was bigger than Jerry's. She couldn't wait to taste it in her mouth.

While she ran her hand up and down his throbbing shaft, she brought his hand down to her cunt again. This time he let it rest on her sopping mound. He felt the wet heat under his palm. He was repulsed and fascinated at the same time. The wetness on his fingers was thick. One of his fingers crept into her flooded crack.

Judy couldn't wait any longer. She was tired of just playing with his cock and balls. She wanted some real action. She leaned down and took his hard rod into her mouth. She grabbed it tight. She sucked on the tip. She tasted the few drops of come that had formed on his prick. She wanted more.

She slid his whole shaft into her mouth. Up and down she worked her lips, as his finger worked back and forth. He was giving her some degree of pleasure, but she wanted to feel his tongue, where his finger was. She sucked harder on his prick.

Jim's head reeled with pleasure. He never thought that he would ever feel this much joy. Even that night on the beach had not been as good as this. Judy's tongue worked up and down his shaft. She knew that she did her job well.

But she was not getting the reward that she knew that Jerry would have given her by now. She didn't want Jim to come yet. She sucked on his balls. Maybe she just had to give him time. She took each hairy ball into her mouth. Each one was a big as a plum. She imagined all the come that was welled up inside each one, waiting to come out, wanting to shoot out.

Jim made up his mind to eat her out. He took his finger from her cunt. He brought it up to his mouth. He smelled it. It was the same kind of smell that he had smelled from the other girl. He was repulsed by the smell. He didn't want to go down on her. But at the same time he knew that he had to. He knew that it was just fear that was the obstacle between him and his satisfaction.

He got up his courage. His face went down on the sopping wet mess of hair. For an instant he felt sick. But he felt Judy's hand on his head, pushing his face onto her cunt. He knew that there was no way out. He stuck his tongue up her slippery slit.

Was this the pleasure that the boys talked about in the locker room? Was this the taste that they said was so good? Was this what he was waiting for all evening? He felt the pizza stirring in his stomach. He wanted out. He didn't want this so-called pleasure.

Judy rammed his prick down her throat. His tongue was working rather weakly in and out of her cunt. It was nothing like the way that Jerry's tongue could work. She sucked harder on his prick. She wanted this whole thing to be over with. She wanted Jerry.

Jim tried to concentrate on the intense pleasure that Judy was giving him with her tongue. He just wished that he could return the favor. He knew that the job he was doing on her cunt was rather weak, to say the least. He wasn't devouring it like the guys in the locker room said that they devoured cunts.

But everything about what was happening below his mouth repulsed him. He couldn't understand what was so great about eating cunt. But he knew that he had to finish what he started. He sucked harder on Judy's twat. She liked what he was doing. She didn't know how long this sudden burst of enthusiasm would last. She wanted to make sure that she would come, also.

She thrust her hips into his face. She sucked his prick harder. Up and down she slid her lips. If only he would give her the same sensations that she knew she was giving to him. If only he was enjoying her as much as she was enjoying him.

She felt herself coming. Finally, she thought. As her come ran out of her cunt, Jim lifted his face. The sudden gush of slimy wetness repulsed him. Judy wanted him to go down on her cunt and lap up every bit of her cunt juice, like Jerry did.

She knew that she had to finish Jim off. She didn't want to. She wanted to punish him for not giving her the pleasure that he could have given her. She sucked harder on his cock. He felt the cream rush from his balls through his prick.

Judy felt his hot scum jet into her mouth.

There was a lot of it. That was at least one consolation. She sucked on his prick until every drop of his cream was in her mouth. Jim enjoyed the feeling that Judy had given him. But the fact that she swallowed all his thick come made him sick. Again he felt the pizza stirring in his stomach.

Jim sat up. He leaned his head down and tried to stop the dizzy feeling in his head. Judy just laid back. All the anticipation she felt during the evening ended in an anticlimax. She looked at Jim. He looked so sad with his head down between his legs.

Some people are just not ready for the pleasures of the kind of sex that she enjoyed. Maybe next time Jim would be better. If there would be a next time. She wondered if he would ever take her out again. She also wondered what he would say about her.

She knew that boys talked in the locker room after football practice, and after gym. She knew that what they discussed was their sexual conquests. She wondered if Jim would make up some story about how great he was. She wondered if he would mention her name.

Judy got up and started to get dressed. She wanted to get out of here as soon as she could. But Jim still sat with his head on his chest. She felt sorry for him. She decided to sit in the car until he was ready to drive her home. She hoped that he hurried.

Jim felt sick. It was a sickness that was deep inside of him. He felt that what he did was wrong. His head was spinning. He couldn't get his thoughts together. Better not think, he said to himself. He looked around for Judy. Then he saw that she was in the car.

He felt embarrassed. He felt that he hadn't come through. He liked the pleasure that she gave him, but he knew that he did not give her much enjoyment. He didn't want to get back in the car and have to face her. But he knew that he had to. He found his clothes and put them on.

He got into the car. He started the engine. He wanted to get out of the area as soon as possible. He wanted to take her home. He wanted to be alone so he could think. He didn't look at her and she didn't look at him when he drove. He turned on the radio to stop the silence between them.

He wondered if Judy would say anything about his lack of performance. He knew that girls talked. But he also knew that Judy was not a girl like Tina Bradsy. He wondered what made a nice girl like Judy do the things that she had just done to him. He knew that nice girls just didn't do that sort of thing. That's what he was told.

Doris and Jack came back from their bridge game. Jack had too much to drink, again. Doris, of course, knew what that meant. She would have to submit to her husband's unnatural sexual appetites. They both went upstairs and got ready for bed.

Doris checked to see if Judy got home yet, she hadn't. When she went into her bedroom her husband was already out of his clothes. His prick was beginning to harden. Doris turned her face from the sight. She went to her side of the bed and started to undress.

She heard the shower running. She sighed. I'm his wife, she thought. She knew that as his wife it was her duty to give her husband the pleasure he wanted, up to a point. She had wanted to talk to Jack about Judy, and the way that she lately had been acting. But she knew that he wouldn't be interested. He always told her that bringing up Judy was her job, not his.

She supposed that he was right, but a father should take some interest. She waited for him to finish brushing his teeth. Then she would use the bathroom. Then she knew what was to follow. She only wished that he wouldn't drink so much. If he didn't drink and get high then he wouldn't want to have her that way.

Jack came from the bathroom. He was grinning. She tried to smile back, but found that it was too much of an effort. She went into the bathroom and started to wash her face. She wondered what made her husband want her that way. The very thought of what his tongue did made her feel sick.

She brushed her teeth. She put on her cold cream and removed her makeup. Then she put on more cold cream. It was a ritual that she did every night. She read in her women's magazines that it was good for the face, and that it helped you stay young.

Jack sometimes asked her not to put all that grease, as he called it, on her face. She knew that when he asked her that, he wanted to have her, the normal way. She liked having sex, but everything in moderation. There was a time and a place for everything.

She looked at herself in the mirror. She sighed. She was prepared for what was sure to follow. She got into bed next to her husband. His body was hot. She moved away from him, but he moved closer to her. His thoughts of what was about to happen hardened his prick.

He loved eating his wife out as much as she hated it. He couldn't wait to get his mouth on her hairy cunt. He only wished that she would such him off. He had often thought of going to someone who would do that. The guys talked about it in the office. If you didn't get it home, they said, why not go to where you got it.

But Jack knew that he could never do that, go to another women. He was satisfied with eating his wife out and then fucking her. The last part he knew that she liked, even if she wouldn't admit it. He was ready for her. He put his big hand on her thigh.

She wondered why they had to go through this whole introduction every time. She wondered why he couldn't just get into bed naked before he started. But they always had done it this way. They were set in their ways, even when it came to sex.

Jack took off his pajamas. He got in next to her. He felt the smooth nylon nightgown against his naked body. He lifted her nightgown to her waist. It was something he did many times. But each time that he did it he still became excited at the sight of her hairy pussy.

Jack had never known any other woman, but his wife. Even during the war, when he was away from her for two years he never went with another women. There were the other married men in his troop that used to go and fuck with anyone. But Jack couldn't get himself to do it. It was just the way he was.

He smothered his face in her hairy mound. His tongue lanced her cunt. He tasted her sweet cunt juice. He loved the taste. His tongue went deeper. He worked it back and forth, like he knew that his prick would be working in just a few minutes.

He worked his tongue over her sweaty mound. Even though her face showed no expression, he knew that she enjoyed what his tongue did. Her body told him so. Her hump of cunt worked itself up into a steaming mass. He was ready for her. He got down in front of her cunt. He guided his hard prick into her slippery slit.

He held her tight. And together they rocked as they had done so many other times during their marriage. Her cunt juice ran down his balls. He knew that she came. He also knew that in just a few moments his scum would be added to her already soaking slit.

He rammed his prick deeper into her cunt. He felt his come surging from his balls, through his pulsating prick. In one quick gush he came in her twat. He rested on her body. His prick was still in her cunt. His arms were still on her back.

She wanted him to get his hot body off of her. This was the part she really couldn't stand. The waiting, until he got enough energy in him to get off of her. She felt ridiculous lying there, her nightgown halfway up her body and this sweating, panting man clutching her.

Finally he rolled off of her. She felt relieved that it was over. Again she survived the humiliation. She wondered when Judy would get home. She had approved who she went out with. She knew that Jim was a nice boy. He kept his hair short, and he was well mannered.

Jim was certainly a change from Jerry. It was a change for the better. Her daughter was learning. It was important who you were seen with. But she wondered why she was not home yet. She looked over at her husband. He was asleep. She looked at the clock again. She wasn't worried. She knew that Jim was a good boy.

When Jim dropped Judy off at her house, they didn't look at each other. Judy spoke first. "Listen Jim let's just forget the whole evening, O.K. I think that's the best way." Jim didn't say anything until Judy decided to get out of the car.

"Judy," he said, "yeah, let's forget the whole thing. I just want you to know that what happened tonight is just between you and me. I mean, well, that what we did tonight won't go any farther from me. And I hope that you won't tell anyone about tonight."

Judy smiled at him. She knew what he was trying to say. He was ashamed of his performance. It went against the strain of pride he obviously had in him. "No Jim," she said, "no it won't go any farther from me."

She didn't turn around to watch him pull away. She walked straight to the front door. She took out her key. Only then did she turn around and look out into the road. No Jim, she said to herself, I won't tell anyone what we did tonight. She only hoped that he would keep his part of the bargain.

Sam and Jerry were still naked. Each laid on his bed. Each of them was still stoned out. Each of them thought of Mary. She had left only minutes before. "That girl can really suck cock," Sam said.

"You should meet her roommates," Jerry said. Then he added, "And I'm sure you will." Mary was very pleased with Sam. They all couldn't wait to continue and enlarge their relationship. Mary said that she would call them as soon as she and the other girls were free. They would spend a long evening together.

"Remember how she sucked us both off at the same time," Sam said. "How did she ever do that?" he wondered. Jerry said that he didn't care how she did it. He only wished that she was there now to do it again.

"Remember how she kept sucking us both, first she went to one and then she sucked the other. Boy, her timing was perfect. Not a drop of come was wasted." Sam could not get over the chick. He couldn't wait to meet her roommates. His prick rose at the thought of all the pleasure that they would concoct.

"Imagination," Jerry said sitting up, "that's half the secret to a great sex life. Just think of all the people who just fuck face to face. All their life they fucked that way. As soon as someone mentions an alternative they think it's abnormal. All their life they've been fucking face to face and they are not going to change for anyone. Even if means more pleasure. People are just afraid to change." Sam wasn't really listening. He was busy jerking off.