Chapter 6
Sally didn't know if her son suspected that she had watched him jerk off, and Chuck didn't know if she actually had watched, although his suspicions gnawed at him. They acted slightly cool to each other for the next few days. Sally had promised herself to forget her interest in her son.
For his part, Chuck decided to be much more careful about his privacy if he ever jerked off again. He was still determined to get fucked, and he hoped never to feel the need to do his own cock-stroking again.
Tom didn't notice the tension between his wife and his son, but that was because he wasn't around much. His job required him to be out of town a lot, and even when he was in town, he worked long hours. When he was away for several days at a time, Sally got quite horny and that was the reason she gave herself for developing a longing for her son.
One evening, after dinner, Sally and Chuck were sitting in the living room. Sally was reading the paper and Chuck watched television. For once, she wasn't feeling any lust for the boy who was stretched out on the floor in front of the TV. That was because she had been trying so hard to place the face she had seen in the supermarket that afternoon. As she was wheeling a basket of groceries out the door, a black-haired woman gave her a broad smile and said hello. As soon as she saw the woman's face, she felt a strange sensation in her stomach, but she couldn't place that pretty face.
Sally couldn't even concentrate on the newspaper. That face kept coming back to her. There was a reason that she couldn't remember where she had seen that woman before, and when she thought about it in that light, she suddenly hit on the answer. It was the woman she had seen coming up the stairs after Tom, at Bob and Carol's party.
Suddenly, Sally felt her lust rise again. As her suspicions of Tom were rekindled by remembering that face, she felt herself long for her son again. Could she be getting even with Tom by wanting Chuck, she wondered? She was horny; Tom had been gone for three days and wasn't expected back until the next day. As she sat there, Sally felt her passion for her son rise again.
Peeking over the paper at him, she let her gaze rest on the bulge in his jeans. His prick must have been at least partially swollen. Chuck didn't notice that he was being watched, so there was nothing unusual about him reaching down to adjust his cock's position in his pants, but it gave Sally a rush of greedy lust.
The possibility of seducing the boy occurred to her, but it caused a panicky feeling, so she had to take her eyes off the lad. As she looked at the paper again, the type blurred as she realized how far her passions had gone in the direction of perverted hunger. If she continued in that direction, there was no way she would keep herself from finally letting Chuck know about her desires. As she sat there, wondering what was going to happen to her, her cunt got wet and her tits began to ache for attention.
She knew that she would have to go to the bathroom and rub herself off again. The idea of having Chuck around while she jerked off bothered her because she knew that there was a danger that she wouldn't be able to keep herself from calling out to him in her desperate passion. It didn't look like she was going to have much choice, though, and she began to get up.
Just then, the sound of a car in the driveway interrupted her thoughts. Chuck got up and went to the window.
"It's Dad," he said.
Sally was so excited that she couldn't keep herself from crying out with joy. Tom did come home earlier than expected sometimes, and this time he couldn't have been more welcome by his desperate wife. Tom came in, kissed his wife and gave his son a hug. He could tell by the way Sally touched him that she was horny, and he was anxious to satisfy her.
Chuck always got left out when his father came home from a trip. His parents would go to bed early and he wouldn't see them again until the next morning. And this time, he knew that they would be disappearing at any second. Tom asked Chuck how things were going, and they had a short talk, but they both knew that Tom was anxious to be alone with Sally.
Chuck went back to watching television. He sometimes took advantage of his parents' early bedtime to sneak out of the house. They usually didn't let him out late at night, so he was glad to take advantage of the situation. They said good night *to him, and vanished, just as he knew they would. He would give them a few minutes to get too interested in themselves to hear him leave the house.
Tom grabbed Sally as soon as the bedroom door was closed. They fell into a tight embrace and kissed, sucking each other's tongue deep into their mouths. Tom suddenly dropped flat on his back on the bed and lay there motionless. "Undress me," he said.
It was one of the games they played. First, Tom would let Sally undress him, then he would undress her.
She began to unbutton his shirt as he remained perfectly still. As she unbuttoned him, she began kissing his chest as it came into view. Tom lifted his shoulders just enough for her to slip his shirt off. Before starting on his pants, Sally caressed his chest with her hands and mouth. When she began to unfasten his belt, she saw the huge bulge in his crotch. They both found this game very exciting and Sally played it very skillfully. She went slowly and did nice little tricks along the way.
When she had his belt and pants opened, Tom lifted his hips so she could pull the pants from him. She noticed that his cock had managed to poke its way out of the fly of his shorts. She carefully took it in her hand and put it back in before pulling the shorts from his hips. Again, Tom lifted his hips and the underpants were dragged down his legs. Sally looked at his twitching prick with mounting eagerness. She was barely able to keep from jumping on it, and devouring it with her starving pussy, but she didn't want to spoil the game.
When Tom was naked, he put his arms around his wife and pulled her to his bare skin. He loved the feeling of her clothed body on his flesh.
Sally went limp in his arms as Tom laid her on her back. She was wearing a simple blouse and skirt. Before beginning to unbutton her, he kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear lobes. Then, slowly, he unbuttoned her blouse. When it was open to the warm valley between her tits, he stopped and ran his tongue through the smooth furrow. He finished unbuttoning the blouse and carefully opened it.
Her tits ached for his touch. Tom ran his fingers lightly over the soft boobs. Then, lowering his head, he planted a kiss on one of the brown, puckered nipples. Her tits began to rise and fall with her increasingly heavy breathing as his kisses heated her body.
Tom unfastened the button at the side of her skirt and pulled down the zipper. She lifted her hips and the skirt slid off. She was only wearing a pair of skimpy bikini undies that showed the dark triangle of her carpet of curls right through it. Her hips were wide, and the expanse of her smooth, flat belly looked warm and inviting. She had a narrow waist; Tom could wrap one arm around it and hold her tightly, which he often did. He could see that the crotch of her panties was soaking wet.
Grabbing the flimsy garment, he pulled it slowly down. His eyes were watching the skin that was being exposed on her lower belly. Soon the curly hairs covering her full, plump mound came into view.
They were both naked, the game was over, but there were other games to play now. Falling into each other's arms, they began to kiss passionately. Tom sucked Sally's tongue into his mouth. His hand began traveling up and down her body between her tit and hip. Her skin felt like satin under his hand.
Sally clutched at Tom's body as the passion increased within her. She could have taken his pulse as his hard prick throbbed against her stomach. Tom's hand wandered to her ass where it grasped one cheek firmly, his fingertips extending just inside the darkness of the crack.
Sally lifted one leg and rested it on Tom's hip to open her crotch for his caressing fingers. He moved the fingertips over the tight entrance to her asshole and between her cuntlips. Her pussy was oozing with hot lubrication. It always gave Tom a good feeling to know that her cunt was wet and waiting when his fingers found it. He knew that it meant that Sally was hot and eager for his cock to fill her.
His fingers played with the inner-lips and dabbled with her clit. Sally responded by taking his prick in her hand and massaged it; gently at first, then with more vigor. They lay there with their hands busily at work on each other's crotches.
Tom told Sally to sit on his face. She crawled up to his head and straddled it with her face over his prick. He could feel her tits hanging down and resting on his belly.
Looking up, Tom could see his wife's crotch spread open a few inches from his nose. The pink interior of her gaping cunt was right there waiting for his mouth to meet it. He put his hands on the sides of her thighs and pulled her down. Sticking out his tongue, he impaled her seething cunt.
Moving his head up and down, Tom licked the length of the slot. With each lap he stuck his tongue in farther. Meanwhile, Sally had taken his prick into her mouth and was sucking on it contentedly. She held the head in her mouth and ran her tongue all around it. When Tom rammed his tongue up her liquid-filled tunnel as far as he could and began wiggling it, Sally lowered her head and took his cock down her throat. She made her throat constrict around the fat prick in it by actually trying to swallow it.
Sally was being careful not to bring Tom off. She wanted him to save his orgasm for later, when his cock was filling her box. Tom knew that Sally had almost no limit when it came to coming, so he put the tip of his tongue on her clit and worked her into a fantastic climax. She had to let his prick slip out when she neared her orgasm because she was moaning so deeply that her mouth gaped open. As soon as she was able to, she took his prick back into her mouth and took up where she had left off.
Tom continued to lap her cunt, giving her one orgasm after another. Sometimes he didn't let her come until he actually fucked her, and they would both have a powerful orgasm together. At other times he would bring her off in a long string of climaxes. Sally never knew which he had in mind for her.
As Tom licked her twat, he stared up at her asshole. Sally liked him to stick a finger up her ass and wiggle it around in there, but she had never allowed him to fuck her in the ass, although he had wanted to for a long time. That seemed to be what he needed now.
When they finished nibbling at each other, Tom said he wanted to do it doggie-style. Sally got into position on her knees with her shoulders resting on the bed. Tom knew there was a jar of Vaseline on the dresser. He jumped off the bed and got it. Sally saw what he was doing, and it didn't take her long to figure out what he had in mind.
"You're not going to ask me to do that again, are you?" she asked.
"Let's at least give it a try, baby," he said gently. "Please, let's try it once and if you don't like it, I'll never bring it up again."
While he pleaded with her, he was smearing the jelly on his cock.
"It's perverted, Tom. I don't want to."
He caught her before she could roll over and held her hips in place.
"Just this once, honey," he repeated as he brought his lubricated prick to her ass. "Relax," he whispered, maneuvering his cock to the puckered hole. s
He pressed his tool on the target and it began to disappear up the tight chamber. It was unbelievably tight and it felt great.
"Oh, it hurts," she whimpered. "Ohhh, ohhh."
"Relax," he repeated as he pressed his rod farther up her ass.
"Oh, Tom. Ow, ohhhh," she cried. Tom thought her cries were sounding less painful, and more pleasurable.
He leaned forward when he was in as far as he could get, and began pumping slowly. His prick was held tightly by the sphincter muscle, and the whole tube of her ass held the entire length of his prick firmly. Tom reached around Sally's hip, putting his fingers up her twat. His hand was immediately covered with the slippery juice that flowed from her cunt, telling him that his cock in her ass was having the right effect on her.
He began massaging her clitoris as he stroked his tool in and out. It was important that she enjoy this, and Tom was doing everything he could to make it a pleasurable experience.
"Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhhh," Sally moaned. "Oh, baby. Oh, sweetheart."
Tom was glad to hear sounds of lust from the woman he was buggering. Sally's enjoyment of what she had just called a perverted act thrilled Tom.
Tom looked down at his plunging cock. It was shining with the Vaseline that was being warmed by his furious fucking. Straightening up somewhat, Tom could see his wife's cute asshole stretched over his prick. It was a beautiful and thrilling sight. He had never felt anything quite like it. Her ass felt much tighter than any cunt could; almost as tight as his own hand when he jerked off. The lining of her ass was as velvety smooth as the lining of her cunt.
Sally began gasping in desperate, short cries, and
Tom felt her ass grip his cock with every gasp. He knew she was coming, and was getting close to spilling his come, too. His prick was tingling with ecstasy and his balls were churning. Dropping down on Sally's back, Tom held her body tightly as he increased his rhythm.
With his tool pistoning in her asshole he came, flooding her bum with white lava. Their voices sang out in the sounds of fulfilled lust. When their passions ebbed, they fell into an embrace. Tom knew that he had succeeded in convincing her that new tricks could make their fucking more exciting, but if he knew what tricks she'd been thinking about lately, he might have been satisfied to let sleeping dogs he.
Chuck left the house and headed toward the soda shop. There was a different bunch hanging around there at night, mostly older guys, and Chuck thought that might mean he had a better chance for some action. At least, it did if he believed some of the stories he'd heard from some of them.
As he walked up the street, he saw the assortment of cars and motorcycles parked in front of the soda shop that indicated that the older guys were there. Chuck felt a little nervous. He knew some of those guys, mainly the ones who had younger brothers his age. But he wasn't sure he would be welcome to hang around with them.
He walked into the shop with as much style as he could muster, and took a seat at the counter. Looking around, he was thrilled to be part of that scene. Guys with their own cars were talking to chicks with the nicest bodies that Chuck had seen. Betty, the girl he and Jeff had peeked at, was there, and when Chuck saw her, his cock got as hard as it had been when he stood on that roof and watched her undress.
There was an element of danger too. Ron was there, and Chuck had had a run-in with him once. They wound up having a wrestling match in which Chuck proved to be far from a push-over. He'd given up even though he probably could have won, and he hoped that had settled things.
Chuck looked around and saw Hank pass a joint of marijuana to another kid, who took it outside with him. When the kid came back in he was glassy-eyed and had a loose grin on his face. Chuck was grateful to be part of that world, which he considered the underground of the high school crowd.
He saw a few guys he knew fairly well sitting in a booth with room for one more. There was Terry, the older brother of Gary, a good pal of Chuck's, and Rich, an infamous kid who had spent some time in reform school. Carla was with them; a girl with a big reputation for putting out, and a huge set of knockers. Chuck wanted very badly to go over and join them, but he wasn't sure if he should. But, on the other hand, if he didn't he might blow a great chance to get into something good.
With all the courage he could gather, Chuck picked up his Coke and went to the booth.
"Hi, squirt," Rich said. "Have a seat and take a load off your brain."
Chuck was glad for the invitation. Rich was a good-natured kid, but wild. You never knew what he might do next.
"Hi, Carla, hi, Terry," Chuck said.
He had trouble keeping his eyes off Carla's tits as they pointed across the table at him, but he had to be careful-she was Terry's chick, and Chuck didn't want to get on the wrong side of him.
-What did ya do, sneak out of the house?" Terry asked him.
"Yeah," Chuck giggled. He hoped that telling the truth sounded better. He thought he would have more stature among them if he showed them that he wasn't afraid to disobey his parents, than if he said his parents had let him out.
Suddenly, he felt someone kick his foot under the table. He thought it was an accident and he ignored it, but when he felt it again, he wondered if Carla might be playing footsies with him. He looked at her and found her smiling at him. Then he felt her foot give his another nudge. He felt his face turn red and didn't look at her again. Why couldn't she just leave him alone rather than take advantage of his uncertain position with those older kids?
"Mark said he saw Kate today," Rich said.
"Oh yeah?" Terry asked with interest. "Where?"
Carla punched him in the stomach playfully and said, "Why should you care? Aren't I enough for you?"
This was getting interesting, Chuck thought. "Who's Kate?" he asked.
Rich and Terry laughed in a sly way, and Carla looked disgusted. Chuck had to expect that things wouldn't be easy for him among these kids, but he was willing to keep trying. He asked again, with earnest curiosity.
"Oh, she's just a girl who likes to spend a lot of time on her back," Terry said.
"Yeah, with a cock in her twat," Rich added. Then he yelped in pain as Carla kicked him under the table.
Now Chuck was really interested. He knew that these kids were onto a lot of good things.
"Do you guys, I mean does she, ah ... " Chuck had to find out more about this, but he didn't want to sound like a horny, young punk.
"Come on, squirt, spit it out," Rich said.
"Have you fucked her?" he asked Rich.
"Who hasn't?" Rich said. "Hey, Terry, remember when she took on the whole bunch of us in the back of Art's car?"
Terry snickered and took another punch from
Carla.
"Want to get your cherry broke?" Rich asked Chuck.
Chuck didn't want to admit to these guys that he was a virgin, but he was interested in meeting Kate.
"I'd like to meet her," Chuck said as nonchalantly as he could.
"Yeah, I wouldn't mind sticking it to her again. I wonder if we could find her. I'll ask Joe," Rich said and got up.
"Well, I think it's time for us to split," Carla said to Terry.
He agreed and the two of them left. Now Chuck was in the booth alone. He looked around to see what had happened to Rich and saw him talking to Ron. Shit, Chuck thought, now he would have to deal with his old enemy again. He didn't want to sit there all alone so he gathered up his courage again; it was easier now that the prospect of getting fucked hanging in the balance, and he went to where Rich and Ron were talking.
Ron saw Chuck coming, but he didn't look Tike he wanted to renew their animosity. Chuck heard Ron telling him that he'd heard that Kate was hanging around Louie's all-night pizzeria lately. Rich suggested that they get a bunch of guys together and go looking for her. Ron agreed that that was a good idea.
This was just what Chuck hoped would happen. It was so exciting to be with these guys that he didn't think he would ever be satisfied to hang around with guys his own age again. He nodded to Ron, to test his status with him. Ron nodded back,, and Chuck breathed a sigh of relief.
Both Rich and Ron went around the soda shop rounding up guys, and they soon had about three more candidates for a gang-bang. Now there were six guys to go looking for that generous chick, Kate. They left the soda shop and headed for Louie's. It was a long walk, Chuck thought, but then he realized that most of these guys had cars, and as they piled into Rich's old Chevy, Chuck couldn't keep the smile off his face. Usually, he and his buddies were left standing around as these old cars full of older kids cruised by.
Now, Chuck was one of them. Although he had the middle of the back seat, the least prestigious place, he couldn't have been happier. It was so exciting being packed into that car with those guys on their way to an adventure, that Chuck would be satisfied if that was all there was to it, but the prospect of getting in a gang-bang made it seem too good to be true.
"Let's get some beer," Rich said.
They all agreed that was a good idea, and Rich pulled over in front of a delicatessen. Duane and Ron were the only guys old enough to buy the beer, so the other guys handed over some money and waited in the car. As soon as they were on their way again, they began passing the quart bottles of brew around.
Chuck hadn't had much experience drinking beer, but every time a bottle came his way he drank his share. They seemed to get to Louie's in no time, but rather than stop, Rich cruised by slowly and they all looked into the window. .
"I didn't see her," Ron said. "Go around the block."
They circled the block a few times, but didn't see Kate among the people hanging out in there. Finally, Rich pulled up in front of the joint and stopped. They sat there, drinking beer for a while, and Chuck was wondering if they were still interested in the chick they had come to find.
"Well, why doesn't someone go in and look around. She might be in the John fucking some guys or something," Bruce suggested.
Chuck began to hope for the best again, but when Rich suggested that they send the squirt to look for her, Chuck's ambition began to cool.
"I don't even know what she looks like, Rich," he said.
"That's all right, Bruce will go with you."
Bruce seemed to be the second lowest man around, so he and Chuck got out of the car. They wandered into the pizza joint. Chuck watched Brace's face for a sign that he had spotted Kate. It wasn't a very big place, and it didn't take him long to see that she wasn't there. They went out to the car with their bad news. Rich thought that she might show up yet, so they all sat there and drank beer.
Chuck was disappointed, but he was happy enough being with those guys there in the car, drinking beer. The guys began telling about their experiences with that fucker, keeping Chuck in stitches. The beer was beginning to make things sound funny that ordinarily wouldn't.
Then someone shouted, "There she is!"
They all peered through the windshield. A plump, dumpy chick was waddling up the sidewalk. She was swinging a purse in her hand and it looked like she was singing to herself. Chuck wasn't ready for such a fat chick, but he wasn't fussy.
Ron stuck his head out the window and yelled at the chubby chick. All the other guys began whopping and yelping, and Chuck thought they were going to chase her away, but she came over to the car with a broad grin.
"Come on, sweetie. Hop in," Ron said, opening the door.
"Oh, you guys are too much," the fat fucker giggled. "I'm not going to get into a car with you. I remember what happened last time."
Chuck's heart sank, but he soon realized that she was just looking for some encouragement.
"Come on, Kate, sweetheart," Ron said in a pleading voice. "We've got a guy here with a ten-inch prick. Hey, Chuck, show her your dong. Come on, Kate."
Chuck thought it was a nice gesture that his old enemy, Ron, had used him as an inducement, but he knew that he didn't quite measure up so he left his cock in his pants. He watched the whore's jolly, round face as she bantered with Ron. She was obviously enjoying the attention. Her face was brightly colored with an incredible amount of make-up. She curled her red lips into a smile that showed her yellowed teeth, which were streaked with rubbed-off lipstick.
Although she was on the heavy side, her tits were big enough to protrude prominently. As she laughed, her jugs shook like jello. Ron had grabbed her by the hand and was pulling her into the crowded car. The woman let herself be dragged into the full car, the door slammed, and Rich backed onto the street and drove off. "Get her into the back," Rich said. "I can't drive like this."
Chuck was glad to hear that. Kate began to crawl over the seat, and the guys in front helped by pushing her, until she tumbled into the laps of the three guys in back. Chuck was suddenly weighted down with the heaviest part of her on his lap. He could hardly breathe, but he didn't care.
He saw that Bruce was grabbing at the heavyweight's tits. Kate was cackling uncontrollably, shaking her fat all over the guys. Chuck couldn't believe what was happening, but, just in case it was all real, he slipped his hand into the action on the chick's chest. He managed to grab a handful of fleshy tit. The chick was wearing a light sweater, but no bra, and Chuck was able to tell that she had fairly firm boobs. He found a nipple and, pressing it between his fingers, felt it tighten into a hard nubbin.
Kate continued to explode in peals of laughter, but Chuck ignored the silly noise as his cock hardened and pressed into the softness of her ass. Duane was slipping his hand up the woman's skirt, causing her to wiggle like a fish on a hook-a whale on a hook would be more like it. As she squirmed, Chuck's hard prick was getting rubbed.
He tried to move so he could free his other hand and join Duane's under her skirt. He finally got his hand up there, but Duane's hand was in the way and he couldn't get a feel of her cunt.
"Oooooo. Hey stop that," Kate giggled. "Yeeeow, that tickles. Oooooo," she wailed.
"Let's take her over to Ziggy's garage," Bruce suggested.
The car made a sharp turn, and Chuck supposed that they would soon have the gal in a place where they could get at her. Meanwhile, the guys in the back seat kept pawing her, keeping her howling.
Chuck kept trying to get his fingers into her snatch, and Duane finally let him. Between her fat thighs, Chuck found a fat cunt. He slipped his fingers into her panties and tangled into her pubic hair. She was getting wet so he didn't have much trouble sticking his finger into her crack. She was still wiggling, but she seemed to be getting tired and her struggling wasn't nearly as violent as at first. Chuck had the opportunity to explore her cave thoroughly.
If she kept wiggling on Chuck's cock, she was going to cause him to cream in his jeans. Nevertheless, he kept reaming her twat with greedy fingers and squeezing her tit with the other hand. Ron had turned around and was leaning over the back of the front seat so he could work on her, too. Kate was reduced to token resistance. Her voice was hollow as she continued to giggle.
The car came to a stop. Chuck got a fast glance at where they were before Rich turned the headlights off. He saw the door to an old garage. The guys started piling out, but Chuck had to wait until Kate was dragged off him before he could move. As soon as they were out of the car, the guys who had been in the front seat, and who hadn't had much of a chance at her, encircled Kate and made her start a new chorus of wailing.
"Hey, who the hell's makin' all that noise," they heard a gruff voice call out.
"Ziggy, it's us. Come on out," Rich called back.
Chuck saw an old, wizened guy come out of a door beside the big garage door. He had a flashlight in his hand and was shining it into the car.
"Well, well, what have we here?" the old man cackled.
"We thought we'd cut you in on some pussy," Ron said. "Can we use your place?"
"Sure, bring her in here," the old guy said and led them into his garage.
He had a living area carved out of the grimy garage. There was a mattress on the floor and some broken-down furniture. Kate was finally left alone and she began straightening out her rumpled clothes. Ziggy brought out a gallon jug and took a long swig, then passed it to the boys.
"How about a strip-tease, Kate, old girl?" Rich said.
The chick grabbed the jug and held it to her painted mouth for a long time. Then, after wiping her lips with the back of her hand, she said, "How about a little music?"
Ziggy crouched with a lascivious chuckle and slapped his knees. Then he went to an ancient record player and turned the crank. A scratchy orchestra began playing, and Kate started to shake her hips to the music.
The boys and the old man sat around the dancing fat lady and hooted encouragement. Chuck felt like he had suddenly been transported to another planet. He'd never been in a situation like that before. It was fantastic, and he was having a ball.
Kate was shaking her tits. She grabbed the bouncing jugs and played with them, her face taking on an expression of passion. She was surprisingly good at putting on a show. Chuck was hooting and hollering with the others as the jug was passed to him. He took a long swallow, and was surprised to feel his throat burn as the liquor slid down.
Kate grabbed the hem of her sweater and pulled it up suddenly. Her mammoth tits were released into the boys' view, and a wild cheer went up. Chuck marveled at the size of her nipples. The rolls of fat on her stomach were hardly noticed as her jugs stole the show. She swung those globes around in circles and made them slap loudly together.
As she swung her tits around, she began to unfasten her skirt. Without stopping the gyrations that were keeping her tits moving, she began to tug her skirt down. When she got too close to Bruce, he grabbed her skirt and gave her some help. It took awhile, but once the skirt was past the bulge of her hips and ass, the garment fell around her feet and she stepped out of it.
She overflowed the tight panties she was wearing. Turning her back on the boys, she shook the giant cheeks of her ass. Now Chuck knew why he had trouble breathing when she was on top of him in the car. She turned again, and her whole body shook until she was covered with sweat. Chuck was getting anxious for the dance to be over and the real action to start.
He wasn't the only one who was getting impatient. Duane stood up and began moving toward the bouncing flesh of the dancer's body. He grabbed her tits and held them so they wouldn't wiggle out of his grasp. Kate slowed down so he could press himself against her. Duane pushed her toward the bed and made her he down. Then he began undressing.
"Let's give the lovebirds some privacy," Rich said, and led the guys away from the living area.
They sat on an assortment of crates and drums, passing the jug and waiting for their turn. The sounds of Duane's orgasmic groaning came drifting over them, increasing their impatience. Chuck instinctively knew that he would be last, but as long as he had a turn, he would be happy.
Duane came forward and Ron scrambled to take his place. It wouldn't take long for the rest of the guys to have their turns, and then Chuck would have his big chance. He was getting pretty drunk, but nothing could stop him from losing his cherry with that fat whore. He could have hoped for a better chick to be his first, but he didn't know when the next chance might arrive, so he would take whatever was available.
Ron came out, and Rich disappeared. Chuck realized that he had an advantage- being last-he could take as long as he wanted without having anyone hurrying him along. Finally, Bruce went to the whore. Chuck was next. Through his drunkenness, he was getting so excited that he could hardly sit still. When he heard Bruce's voice rise in the ecstatic groan of coming, he swallowed hard and tried to get his mind cleared.
Bruce walked unsteadily back to the crowd, and Chuck got up. He walked slowly to where the whore was waiting. He didn't want the guys to know how much this meant to him. No one was even paying attention to him anymore, now that their lust had been satisfied.
Chuck looked down at the chick as the lay at his feet on the mattress. She looked relaxed, with her tits sagging on her chest. Her legs were spread lazily. Chuck looked at the mass of thick curls that covered her crotch. He knew that she would be flowing with the spilled jism of the guys who had preceded him, but that didn't matter.
With trembling fingers, he unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants. He didn't even bother taking them off, but let them bunch around his ankles. He dropped to his knees, then cradled over the soft body waiting for him. Kate looked up at him with half-closed eyes. As he sank into the comfort of her tits and thighs, she wrapped her arms around him. She was like an overstuffed mattress, Chuck thought, but at least she had a cunt.
He put one hand on a tit, filling his palm with its warm bulk. His prick felt the wiry hair that covered her mound. This was what he'd been waiting for, he realized, as he moved his cock-head around looking for the wet hole. Kate reached down, took his prick into her hand and guided it to her gash.
Chuck gasped as he felt the hot lips of her twat take his prick into its hold. He lowered his ass and felt the cunt-sleeve surround his rod. It felt hot and wet as he dipped deeply into that cunt. Finally, he was in up to the hair that surrounded the base of his dong. He felt her lift her thighs around his hips and take him into a vicelike hold.
In all his days of masturbation, Chuck had never felt anything like that tube his prick was in. It held him securely and tightly with firm muscles. His cream was coming to a boil, and he hadn't even started pumping yet. When he lifted his ass and pulled his prick from her cunt, he thrilled to feel it stroke his tool with the hot, satiny walls of her cave. Then he plunged in again, sinking his pecker as deeply as he could.
The sensations of having that hole sliding over his pumping cock made Chuck's breath come in rapid, hoarse rushes. Her hips began to pump in opposition to his, helping him slide his meat in and out. With every stroke his prick was grabbed, then tugged at with the suction of that tube. Her slick pussy-lining slithered around the fat knob at the tip of his cock. Kate gave her cunt little twists and turns while Chuck plunged up and down, adding a fantastic ornament to his sloshing prick's movement.
Kate began making passionate sounds into Chuck's ear, reminding him that she had been quiet until then. Could his fucking have been that much more exciting, or was his prick so much bigger than the others? Maybe it was just that she had already fucked five guys, but, in any case, the lascivious noises made Chuck's jism heat up. His hips began to rise and fall faster.
Kate grabbed his ass with both hands, speeding his thrusts to an incredible rate. They were both panting and grunting. Chuck knew that his expectations had been passed as he was filled with the most intense ecstasy of his life. His prick was a tingling knot of electric nerves, and the voltage was spreading through his body. He was being totally consumed by the pleasure until there was nothing left of him except a cringing mass of sexual joy.
Chuck flailed around on Kate's big, soft body as his orgasm burst. He rolled on waves of swelling tits, and bounced between her thighs. He kept bucking until every spark was spent, his cum filling her cunt.
"Thanks, Kate," he said after a few moments.
"That was great, really, it was so fantastic."
"Sure, kid, I understand," she answered.
Chuck realized he was making it obvious that he had just shed his virginity, and he shut up, but he knew that he would never forget this generous fucker.
When he walked back to where the others were hanging around, they were all looking at him with a gleam in their eyes. Chuck thought that they all knew he had left his cherry with Kate, but then Ron said, "We're all proud of you, squirt. No one's ever made old Kate howl like that before."
Chuck felt a flash of pride. It did seem like quite an accomplishment, especially considering it had been his first fuck. Chuck thought that he might have found a new talent that he never knew he had.
"How about you, Ziggy? The only reason Kate came with us is that we promised her you'd give her a fuck, too," Rich said.
The old guy's wrinkled face became even more deeply lined as he began giggling. "No, it gets to be too much work for an old bag of bones like me."
"Bullshit. It'll do you a world of good," Rich said as he went to the old man and pulled him up. "A good fuck will keep you young."
Rich pulled the old guy's suspenders from his shoulders and pushed him toward the mattress where Kate was still available. All the kids began shouting their encouragement as Ziggy disappeared into his living room. The boys sat around passing the jug until they heard Ziggy begin to grunt. A round of applause accompanied the old man's efforts. When Ziggy staggered back to the group, all the guys slapped him on the back. Ziggy looked pretty beat, but after another pull on his jug, the color came back to his cheeks.