Chapter 9
Ron and Bruce were relaxing in the soda shop one afternoon a few weeks after Ron had first fucked his mother. Since then, they spent most of their nights experimenting with new pleasures. Jan had taught her son all she knew, and together they had made some exciting discoveries. Ron hadn't told any of his buddies about his new girl friend, but they were beginning to notice that Ron had a different attitude about the local chicks.
As they sipped Cokes, Mary Lou and Sally came in. They were two of the hottest chicks around, and they knew it. They would flirt with all the guys, but in order to get anything from them, you had to be a big shot on the football team or something.
As they wiggled their asses over to a booth near Ron and Bruce, Bruce licked his lips. Ron watched his friend's eyes as he followed those swaying asses. Ron felt sorry for the poor kid; Bruce was as horny as Ron used to be.
"Let's go over and talk to them," Bruce said.
"What for? You know those cunts are nothing but cock-teasers," Ron said. "They aren't going to put out for us."
"Well, you never know, and, besides, getting my cock teased is better than nothing."
Ron shrugged and followed Bruce. They said hello to the girls, then asked it they could join them. The girls said they were waiting for Carl and Chuck, but until they came they guessed that the guys could sit with them.
Ron didn't make any effort to hide the disgust on his face. But Bruce was drooling and grateful for a few minutes of the girls' time.
They sat down with the girls, and Bruce began making small talk. Ron sat quietly, hardly noticing the girls. When he had started fucking his mother, he realized that heavy chains of slavery had been lifted from him. Now he could do what he wanted without having to spend all his time chasing chicks.
"You seem to be awfully quiet, Ron," Mary Lou said to him before long.
Ron looked at her. She was smiling at him and batting her eyelashes. Ron shrugged. He had to admit she looked terrific, and she seemed so willing to be friendly that he was tempted to try to get them over to the playground where a lot of the kids went to neck. But he'd heard all the stories about these two, and he'd had a lot of experiences with other teasers. Besides, his mother had fucked his brains out the night before, and Ron was well satisfied.
"I saw you and your mother in the Jag the other day," Sally said. "Do you ever get to use her car?"
Sally knew that Ron was too young to drive, and he knew she was kidding, but he didn't care one way or the other. "Yeah, I use it sometimes. When she isn't home I sneak it out and drive around." Ron knew that two people could play that game. He found that teasing was fun.
"Oh, will you give me a ride sometime?" Sally asked with genuine interest.
Ron shrugged. "Yeah, if I see you around, I might." He was getting these girls interested, he knew, and he was learning an important lesson about handling chicks. It felt good to have them eating out of his hand for a change.
Bruce knew that Ron was lying about the car, but he knew it would help with these chicks. He had a hard cock and was hoping for a miracle. Ron was surprising him with his aloof behavior, but even in his needy condition, he was seeing the value in it.
"We hardly ever see you around the playground lately," Mary Lou said to Ron.
"I don't go there much," was all Ron said.
"We were just going over there," Sally said. "Want to come along?"
"I thought you were waiting for Carl and Chuck," Ron said.
Bruce could have kicked his buddy for reminding the girls of that. He had a lot to learn. Ron knew that the girls had just said that to make them seem in demand. They had seen both Carl and Chuck playing ball in the park, on their way to the soda shop. In his horny eagerness, Bruce had forgotten all about that.
"Well, if we're not here, they won't meet us," Mary Lou said.
"Want to go to the playground?" Ron asked Bruce.
"Sure," Bruce said. "Let's go."
They left the soda shop and headed for the playground. Ron walked slowly, and kept his mouth shut except to answer when the girls asked him something. He was being pleasant, but not outgoing. Bruce was stumbling over his own feet with his eagerness to say something witty, but the girls weren't paying any attention to him.
When they got to the playground, Ron sauntered over to the swings and sat down on one of them. He swung lazily while the girls took a swing on either side of him.
"Let's go over to the climbing trees," Bruce said.
Without waiting for the others, Ron hopped off the swing and started walking.
Ron sat on a low bough of one of the trees while the others caught up. Ron had always wanted to stick it to Sally, and he sensed a chance was at hand. He would have to try and get her alone. He guessed that if he asked Sally to go look at the pond, she would.
The pond was on the other side of the trees. There were a lot of good hiding spots over there. For the first time that day, Ron was beginning to get horny. Even though these chicks were nothing compared to his mother, a change would be nice he figured.
"Come over to the pond with me," he suddenly said to Sally.
She automatically put on her coquettish face, but she knew that she couldn't play that game with Ron, and she said she would.
When they got to the pond, Ron began skipping stones. He didn't pay much attention to Sally. Sally sat down on the ground and fooled around with some pebbles.
"Don't you think I'm pretty?" she suddenly asked.
Ron looked at her. "Yeah, you're pretty." He went back to skipping stones.
"Do you think I'm prettier than Mary Lou?" She had a slight pout on her face.
"Well, I don't know. You're both pretty. It depends."
"Then why did you ask me to come here with you instead of her?"
Ron dropped the stone he was about to-throw. "I like you better," he said and went over to where Sally sat. He sat down beside her, and put his arm around her.
He felt her tense up, but he leaned over and kissed her anyway. She turned her face to him, and they kissed again. This time, her mouth opened her their tongues touched. Ron immediately lifted his hand to her tit and touched the firm mound. Sally had big tits, bigger than Mary Lou's. She had long blonde hair and a freckled face. She really was pretty; after all, not all girls could become notorious cock-teasers.
She grabbed Ron's wrist and pulled his hand away from her tit. He asked what was wrong. She tried to kiss him again, to avoid answering the question, but Ron didn't let her get away with it. He reached for her tit again. This time, she let him take it. He squeezed the young jug and measured it against his mother's. It wasn't as big, but it was more firm. She wasn't wearing a bra and he felt her hard nipple. He knew that she was getting hot by the way she was puffing hot air through her nose as they tongued each other's mouths.
Ron slipped his hand from her tit to her waist, put it inside her jersey and back up to her solid tit. Now she grabbed his wrist again.
"Oh, Ron, that makes me so excited," she said.
"Well, what's wrong with that?" he asked. "I'm excited too, but I love it." As he spoke, he moved his hand back to her smooth tit.
Their mouths crashed together again. It seemed that Sally was willing to let him fondle her swollen tit now, and Ron took advantage of the situation by giving it a good massage. Sally began wiggling her body around.
Ron had heard that Sally had done some heavy necking with some guys, and there was a rumor that Bill, the captain of the football team, had actually fucked her. Ron was going to do his best to get his prick in her pussy, and he wasn't going to take any shit.
Sally had her hand on his thigh, but she wasn't doing anything terribly exciting. Ron picked up the hand, and moved it closer to his bulging basket. She resisted for a second, then gave in. He was able to put her fingers right on his pulsing prick. He realized that a few weeks before, that would have been enough to send him into a fit of desperation, but now it was only mildly exciting. There was so much more that he wanted from her.
Ron slipped his hand to the button that held her pants closed. Again, her hand captured his.
"Now what?" he asked.
"Oh, Ron," she gasped. "I can't, I really can't."
"Sure, you can," he said with a hint of humor. "You'll like it. You'll see."
When she still refused to let him open her pants, he said, "When you came back here with me, I thought you wanted to neck."
"We are necking, but you're going too far."
"Well, a guy can't just keep kissing for hours, you know. It gets painful. A guy has to have some release."
As he spoke, he began unfastening his own pants. When Sally saw what he was doing, she tried to squirm away, but Ron held on to her. He pulled his cock out, then he grabbed Sally and pulled her to him. He kissed her and pushed his prick against her side. She felt it throbbing there, then she opened her mouth to admit Ron's tongue again. She was getting used to the idea of having his cock touching her.
When he thought she was ready, Ron tried to unfasten her pants again. He knew that his cock had excited her and that she was just being coy. She was letting him open her pants. He pulled down the zipper, exposing her smooth belly and the top of her bikini undies.
Ron put his fingertips on the soft skin and slipped them into her panties. He felt her furry hair in there. Sally was beyond resisting now. She was lying limply in his arms.
Ron took one of her hands and placed it on his cock. She touched it gingerly, but soon she was running her fingers up and down the shaft and playing with his balls. Ron had crammed his hand farther down her pants and was holding her plump mound tightly. He took his hand away from her pussy just long enough to tug the pants down far enough to give him access to her crotch. Then he grabbed her cunt again.
Ron curled one finger into the spongy lips. She was already very wet, and his finger slid in smoothly. Sally gave a little cry at the intrusion of the finger into her tender pussy. Ron felt around in the outer regions, then slipped the finger up her tube. It was nice and tight, and if it hadn't been for the slippery fluid flowing out, he never would have been able to penetrate her hole.
Sally hugged him tightly. When Ron had first poked his finger up her cunt, her hand had gone slack on his cock, but now she resumed her fingering. Since Ron hadn't had an orgasm in over twelve hours, he was raging with randiness. She was moving the loose skin over his prick, and Ron was taking off.
To prolong his pleasure, he told Sally to go easy on his prick. She moved her hand down to his big balls and lifted them in her hand. When she slipped her fingertips under the sack and tickled him between his balls and asshole, he knew that she wasn't as innocent as she pretended to be.
Meanwhile, Ron was giving her all the benefit of his recent training in cunt massage.
Ron wanted to rub this chick off, and he was going to do a good job of it. He listened to her hoarse moans to keep track of his progress. His finger stirred around deep in her cunt, rubbing the wet walls. There seemed to be room for another finger in there, but as he slid another one in, Sally groaned as if in pain. Ron slowed down his finger-stuffing, but he didn't give up, and he soon had two fingers in her pussy.
Sally was obviously getting excited with his cuntal massage. Ron was spreading his fingers, stretching her pussy in all possible directions. There was really a lot of room in there, but unless he held the walls apart with his fingers, they collapsed and her cuntal tunnel became a narrow sleeve again.
Reaching in as far as he could, Ron tried to touch the very end of the tunnel, but he couldn't reach it, not even with Sally bearing down on his hand. There was juice running freely and his hand was soaking wet. Keeping his two fingers up there, he pressed his wet palm into the front of her pussy where her clit was.
Sally didn't seem to be very far from her climax, and Ron wanted to come with her.
"Now grab my cock," he whispered to her. "That's it. Now stroke it! Faster! Ah-h-h-h!"
He was glad to know that Sally was out of her mind in the grip of torrential orgasm. Her body bucked powerfully and she screamed sounds that proved her pleasure.
"I'm c-c-coming!" Ron gasped as he felt his gism surge through his prick.' Faster! Faster!"
The harder Sally pumped his prick, the more powerful the climax would be. She wasn't selfish about doing her share. Even though his cream was splashing on her arm and belly, she didn't mind and she kept it coming. She was shaking with ecstasy, but she managed to do a good job on Ron's cock.
If only the kids at the soda shop could see them now, Ron thought, Sally would lose her reputation as a cock-teaser, or he would be known as a super-stud. Ron had to grab her arm to stop her jerking on his spent cock, and he stopped rubbing her wet pussy.
"That was great, Sally."
She didn't say a word, but took a tissue from her pocket and began mopping the gism from her body. Then she pulled up her pants. Ron just lay there, watching her, with his shriveling cock hanging out. When she was all put together, she gave him a weak smile and stood up.
"Let's go back to the others," she said.
As Ron shoved his cock back into his pants, he noticed two kids across the pond. They were trying to hide behind some bushes, but one of them moved and Ron spotted them. He thought he recognized one. It was a boy who hung around the soda shop, and Ron knew that the story would get around. He didn't say anything about the peekers to Sally. As he stood up, he noticed that one of the guys watching seemed to be jerking off.
They found Bruce and Mary Lou lounging on the grass. They seemed to be ignoring each other. Ron and Sally sat down with them, but no one seemed willing to say much.
Finally, Mary Lou said to Sally, "Let's get going, huh?" and they said good-bye to the boys.
As they left, Sally looked back at Ron and gave him a warm smile. He smiled back and wondered if there might be more good times coming from that chick.
"Shit. Fucking bitch," Bruce said, kicking at the grass.
"What happened?"
"Oh, that cunt was all smiles and everything, but when I tried to kiss her she wouldn't let me. Finally, I managed to put my arm around her and she gave me a few kisses, but that was it. Bitch. Cunt. How did you do?"
Ron held his hand out toward Bruce's face. Bruce took one whiff and knew the story. "And she jerked me off, too," Ron added.
"Fuck. Let's go." Bruce was in a dark mood. "Why do I always get stuck with the wrong chick?"
"You didn't have the wrong chick," Ron told him. "You blew it be being too eager. Those girls have to be ignored to get interested."
"How the hell can I ignore them when my cock is practically ripping through my fucking pants?" Bruce was kicking stones along the sidewalk as they walked, trying to relieve his frustration. "How can you be so cool? It didn't look like you were even interested."
Ron wanted to tell his friend of his new sex life, but he had a better idea.
"Listen, come by tonight, but don't go to the door. Climb up on the roof of the porch and you'll see a lit window with the shade not quite all the way down. Take a peek."