Chapter 2
Several hours later, at the dinner table, Billy still couldn't face his sister. Not that he was embarrassed, but he couldn't help seeing her in his mind as she had looked sitting naked on her bed, rubbing her pussy.
"What's the matter, Billy?" his mother asked. "Don't you like the roast? I thought it was your favorite."
Billy realized that he'd been sitting there without touching his dinner. He kept staring at his sister's tits across the table.
"I guess I'm just not hungry," he said quietly. "I don't feel too good. I think I'll lie down."
He got up and immediately stuffed his hands into his pockets to hide the throbbing lump in his pants.
"He probably spent the afternoon eating cookies," his father said as Billy left the kitchen.
In his bedroom, Billy wondered if he'd ever be the same again. The scene through his sister's window was still burning in his brain. As he enjoyed it for the tenth time, he pumped his prick until he squeezed a few more drops of cum from his tired cock.
Days later, Billy was still affected from watching his sister and Barb jerking off. So when he heard that Barb was staying over that night, he couldn't stop thinking of a repeat performance.
When Barb came over after dinner and Billy saw her nipples pressing their shape into the material of her jersey, his prick swelled to its full glory. Billy was so excited, he couldn't stop staring at her small but perky tits. Even when Barb began noticing his interest, Billy continued to stare.
But before long, the girls were out of sight in Sue's room. And with his parents at home, Billy couldn't hang around outside Sue's door. Nor could he put up the ladder under her window.
Billy spent the evening in his room. He couldn't do anything but imagine what might be going on in his sister's room.
When he heard his parents going to bed, Billy went into the living room and switched on the TV. He hoped the girls might come down and join him. to his horny delight, they did.
"What are you watching?" Sue asked.
"I don't know," Billy said as his eyes traveled from his sister's big bouncing jugs to Barb's more compact tits.
The girls were wearing nightgowns. The top of each gown fit snuggly, holding the girls' tits as Billy longed to hold them. The lower parts of their nightgowns were long and flowing. Although Billy was denied a view of their asses and thighs because of the loose garments he could imagine what it would be like if he could crawl under there. He dreamed of the warmth under the nightgowns and how the sweet odor of their cunts would linger in the folds of the soft flannel.
"Let's watch channel four," Sue said as she bent over the television and turned the knob.
Billy saw that her tits rested in her nightgown like two fat men in hammocks.
Billy never did find out what was on TV. He only looked at the screen when one of the girls looked over at him, catching him staring hungrily at her body.
"Billy, really!" Sue said. "Do you have to keep staring at our tits?" Sometimes he felt like killing his sister. As his face grew red, Billy hated Sue. Why did she have to embarrass him?
"If you think I would look at your body, you must be nuts," he said.
"Don't tease him," Barb said to Sue. "I'm flattered when a boy looks at my tits."
Billy was grateful for Barb's kind words. Was she trying to encourage him? Billy wondered.
After that, though, it was almost impossible for Billy to look at either chick. He began watching the old movie on the TV-but it wasn't as entertaining as the girls' tits.
"I'm going to bed," Sue said after a while. "Come on, Barb."
"But I want to see this movie," Barb said. Billy's heart skipped. Was he going to be left alone with Barb? If so, he would want to neck with her. But he was shy. He began to tremble.
"Well, I'm going to bed now," Sue said, and she disappeared up the stairs.
Billy froze. That always happened when he had a chance to get somewhere with a chick. That's why he was still a virgin, he told himself. But he simply couldn't get up enough courage to go to where Barb sat.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, Billy saw Barb walking toward him. He felt sweat breaking out on his body.
Barb sat down next to Billy on the couch. When he looked at her, he found her smiling at him.
"I really was flattered that you were looking at my tits," Barb said.
At that, Billy glanced down again at the Arm mounds of tit-flesh under Sue's nightgown.
"They really are beautiful," Billy said.
Barb reached out and stroked Billy's cheek.
Shy as he was, Billy now felt like a real stud. After all, this sharp chick, two years older than him, was practically offering herself on a silver platter!
Billy threw his arms around Barb and pulled her to him. He was thrilled when she returned his embrace and pressed her tits against his chest.
They kissed.
Billy could tell she was experienced. The way she slipped her tongue into his mouth made him gasp.
Billy had only kissed a few other girls, but Barb seemed to like the way he kissed. She kept circling her tongue around his as she ground her tits into his flat chest.
But kissing wasn't enough. Billy's hands were eager to explore.
He began sliding one hand up Barb's side. The warm flannel of her nightgown excited him as it slid under his sweating palm.
Most of the times Billy had tried to grab a tit, he was stopped just before capturing it. But now, as his hand neared Barb's jug, she leaned away from his chest, making room for his hand on her tit.
Still sucking each other's tongues, Billy's hand moved over the swelling of Barb's tit.
He held that firm, warm mound for a few seconds, until he was sure she wasn't going to pull his hand away. Then he began squeezing it. The way his fingers sank into her pliant boob filled Billy with incredible passion.
He could feel Barb's erect nipple under the material of her nightgown. When he pinched it gently, he heard her take a deep breath through her nose. She made a strange sound like an animal growl.
Barb arched her back, pushing her tit more firmly into Billy's grasping hand.
She likes it! Billy told himself.
After squeezing, tugging, kneading and stroking Barb's tit through her nightgown, Billy had to get his hand directly on her naked flesh.
He unbuttoned the two buttons at the neck of her nightgown. Then, opening it as much as he could, he managed to expose most of one tit. Looking down, he could just see the pink nipple in profile. It was erect and sticking out like a gumdrop.
Billy lowered his face and kissed Barb's soft mound of firm flesh. But the neck of the gown was too small to reach his hand in easily.
The only other path to Barb's naked tit began at the bottom of the nightgown. Realizing that, Billy grabbed the flowing material and began pulling it up her legs. When he felt her bare knee, he slipped his hand under the flannel.
Billy panted as he moved his hand along the smooth skin of Barb's thigh. He felt the curve of her hip meeting her waist, then the ripples of her ribs.
Strangely, he wasn't worried about being stopped now. Maybe he understood that Barb was so anxious to have him grab her naked tit she couldn't have stopped him even if she wanted to.
"Oh, Billy," she gasped as he cupped his hand over her bare tit.
This was much better than playing with her tit through her gown. With the warm, smooth skin of her tit in his hand and her stiff nipple poking into his palm, Billy was in heaven.
He wanted to tell Barb how much he loved holding her tit, but he, felt too shy. Then, as though on cue, she asked him if he liked it.
"Yes! God, yes!" Billy panted. "It's so firm . . . it's almost hard!"
It seemed like a silly thing to say. But the boy was so excited, he was glad to be able to talk at all.
With his arm reaching up Barb's nightgown, the gown had been pulled up almost to her crotch. He kissed Barb again, and while he was reaching into her mouth with his tongue, he moved his arm so her gown would rise higher.
"Owwww!" Barb cried suddenly. She grabbed Billy's wrist.
For a second he was afraid it was all over. Then he realized he had squeezed her jug so hard he'd hurt her. It was easy to lose his head under those fabulous circumstances.
Although he loved intertwining his tongue with Barb's, Billy was eager to see if he'd uncovered her cunt by lifting her nightgown with his arm. So he took his lips from hers and looked down into her lap.
Billy's eyes widened as he saw Barb's curly cuntal curls between her smooth thighs. He'd never been so close to an uncovered cunt. In fact, the only other time he'd seen a real live cunt was when he'd peeked through his sister's window and saw Barb's and Sue's cunts. But he never dreamed he'd see Barb's pussy again from only a few feet away.
Suddenly Billy realized that he was being obvious in his cunt worship. He glanced up at Barb's face.
She was smiling! She knew he was staring at her pussy, and she didn't care! In fact, she seemed to be enjoying it.
Billy had never known a girl like Barb. If he had, he probably wouldn't have been saddled with virginity for so long. Now, though, his hopes soared.
"You look like you've never seen a cunt before," Barb said.
"Sure I have," Billy said.
Then he kissed her again, pretending that he didn't miss the view of her pussy.
But even better than looking at it would be to stick his finger in it. Billy remembered all the times he'd listened jealously as other guys described finger-fucking girls. Now he was going to get his chance.
His hand slowly sank from her tit and down her ribs. As his fingers moved down her flat belly, Billy felt Barb sinking deeper into the couch.
His fingertips met her curly hair, then combed through it. Billy was almost insane with lust, this is what he'd been dreaming of for years! He knew he should be taking it slowly and gently, but he was out of control.
When he felt Barb's thighs part wider, he knew he would be welcomed into her snatch.
Moving his fingers like a blind man reading Braille, Billy found the slot between Barb's damp thighs. He was amazed at how wet it was.
Even though his brain was frying with lust, Billy realized that the slippery cream oozing from Barb's cunt would let him slide a finger in easily. And if he were lucky, his prick would follow.
"Mmmmmmm," Barb moaned into Billy's mouth as his fingers moved into her soaking pussy-hole.
For a few seconds, Billy was lost. He knew there had to be a tunnel leading into her body, but all he found were ridges of slippery, wet flesh. He thought of the pictures of spread cunts he had in the magazines hidden under his mattress, and he soon found the entrance he'd been looking for.
"Ahhhh," Barb moaned as Billy's middle finger invaded the tight and tender lining of her twat.
Billy looked at Barb's face. The expression she wore was almost as exciting to him as having his finger in her pussy. He was proud of himself for filling her with the lust that showed on her pretty features.
As Billy explored the depths of her cunt, Barb began wiggling her body. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were half-closed.
"Ohhhhh, that feels so good!" she moaned.
Billy remembered how Barb looked as she and Sue had rubbed their own cunts. She was at least as excited now as she was then. And Billy was even more excited now with his finger up her cunt than he had been merely watching her jerking off.
"Uhhhh," Barb moaned as she rubbed the outer portion of her pussy against the heel of Billy's hand.
He found that when he wiggled his finger in her cunt-cave the motion was amplified by Barb's entire body as she writhed in ecstasy.
Barb swiveled around on her ass and lay down. She pulled Billy down on top of her. Billy thought he could slide his prick right up her cunt if he weren't fully clothed. But how could he get undressed with his finger up Barb's cunt? And how could he bear to take his finger from that snug hole?
But the prospect of actually getting fucked, sticking his prick into a pussy and coming, was enough to get him to pull his finger out.
Billy jumped up and began pulling his clothes off. As he did, he looked down at the girl lying on the couch. Her nightgown was pulled up to the middle of her torso. Her thighs were slightly spread. Billy thought he could see her gash below the point of her pubic triangle-wildly sexy sight!
When Billy's prick sprang out as he lowered his underpants, he noticed Barb's eyes fasten to it.
"God, you're prick's so big!" she said in awe. "And look at the way it's twitching!"
Billy felt slightly embarrassed. He'd never shown his hard cock to another living human before, and now it was being admired by a sexy chick who's cunt was waiting for him.
After stepping out of his lowered underpants, Billy lay at the edge of the couch beside Barb. He'd never felt anything as thrilling as the way his prick and balls were pressed to her hip.
They kissed again and Billy reached for her cunt. Now, however, he was merely feeling the way his prick would thread that wet, hot pit.
But before plunging his prick into Barb's cunt, Billy wanted to enjoy having her warm hip squeezed against his twitching prick. He lay beside her, probing her cunt with his finger until he was almost out of his mind.
Then Billy began mounting the naked girl.
Keeping his fingers at the entrance to her soaking twat, he moved his prick closer and closer as he crawled on top of Barb.
"Ever since I saw you and Sue jerking off I haven't thought of anything but you," Billy said in a fever of sexual lust.
"You saw what?" Barb asked, her voice rising.
"Huh?" Billy asked.
Suddenly Billy felt as though a bucket of cold water had been thrown upon him. How could he have let it slip that he'd watched Barb and his sister jerking off!
"You were peeking at us!" Barb gasped. "How could you?"
As Barb said that, she began wiggling free of Billy's weight, which was pinning her to the couch.
Billy's mind went into gear as he tried to figure out a way to save the situation. It would be tragic if she got away now!
"I couldn't help it," he said as he tried to keep Barb beneath him. "I heard you through the door and . .."
But Barb didn't seem to be listening. She was pushing Billy aside and wiggling out from under him. Her struggling legs had already given him a painful jab in the balls, and he couldn't protect himself and hold Barb down, too.
"I couldn't help it, Barb!" Billy said. "And I thought it was beautiful to see you doing that!"
Now Barb was up and grabbing her clothes from the floor.
"I jerked off, too!" Billy said in a last desperate attempt to patch up his blunder.
He watched with horror as his chance to get fucked disappeared. But he didn't miss a second of the gorgeous sight of Barb's naked body as she walked hurridly to the stairs with her clothing gathered in her arms. As she ran up the stairs, Billy watched her ass and tits bouncing. Then she was gone.
Billy couldn't believe it. He had been within inches-seconds-of getting laid. And with a careless slip of the tongue, he'd thrown away his chance.
Now he was alone with his throbbing cock. Even his disappointment hadn't diminished his passion.
"Shit, shit, shit!" Billy said to himself.
But at least he'd gotten more than he ever had before. Soon, through the black cloud of his disappointment, his mind turned to the thrills he'd just experienced.
As he sank back onto the couch and grabbed his cock, he closed his eyes and imagined that Barb was beside him again, her body pressed to his.
His fist did the job of bringing him off as usual.
When Billy finally climbed the stairs to his own room, he felt bad. Would he have to continue jerking off all his life? Would he never have the joy of sinking his prick into the depths of a hot cunt?