Chapter 1
"Hi," Karen said as she walked into the garage where Billy was fooling around with his old car.
"Oh, hi," Billy said, trying to hide the pleasure he felt when he saw Karen.
"How's it coming?" Karen asked the boy.
"Pretty good," he said.
Billy had mixed feelings about Karen's hanging around. He loved looking at her. She was gorgeous seventeen, stacked, with golden hair streaming down her shoulders. But she was also older than Billy and she went to college. The boy didn't think he had a chance.
But he couldn't help, staring at her big tits. And she always wore a snug jersey without a bra. He could watch her nipples appearing and disappearing as they stiffened and softened.
Billy knew that Karen liked showing off her body. She would give him funny looks when she caught him staring, open mouthed at her jugs.
"Is your father here?" Billy asked.
"I don't know. He was, but I think he went somewhere with your mother."
Being alone with this chick was torture for the boy. He would think of her at night as he jerked off. He would promise himself that the next time they were alone together he would try to kiss her. But he always lost his nerve.
Now Karen was sitting on the hood of the car while Billy played around under the dashboard. With the opened garage door behind her, Billy could see the silhouette of Karen's tits though her jersey. Hi cock inflated and throbbed painfully in his jeans.
Karen was home for the summer. And like every summer since his mother and Karen's father began going together, Billy lived in constant horniness.
Billy had some experience with girls. But it had been limited to a few feels in the movie theater. Once he grabbed a chick's crotch, but only through her underpants, so the mysteries of a cunt were unsolved.
And now with Karen hanging around he was doomed to more agonizing horniness.
In despair, Billy stuck his head under the dashboard again. It was hot under there and he kept banging his head, but he had to get the radio hooked up. After all, what good was a car if the radio didn't work?
Besides, looking at Karen was just making things worse.
But when Billy felt the girl slide into the seat beside him, he pulled his head out. He banged his head again, but pretended he didn't so he wouldn't look foolish.
Karen had never acted like this before, Billy thought. And he wondered what she had in mind.
Billy had to brush against her to get up. As he did, he felt her tits against his arm. They were so firm and soft that even that quick feel made him dizzy.
Billy tried to tell himself he should put his arm around her and kiss her. But as that thought entered his head he got so nervous he was afraid he wouldn't be able to speak. But just being so close to Karen was intoxicating. He could smell her sweet odor and feel the heat of her body.
"A professor of mine at school said I was a classic beauty," Karen said. "Do you think that's true?"
Billy hated it when Karen talked about college. He felt even younger than he was when she talked about college. And he was only two years younger than her.
"Yeah, I guess you are," Billy replied.
"Do you really think so?"
"Yeah, I really do," Billy said.
He wished he could tell her what he really thought of her, that she was the sexiest chick he knew and that he thought of her all the time when he jerked off.
"Haven't you ever wanted to kiss me?" Karen asked.
Billy knew that his shock showed on his face. He felt his cheeks flush and his eyebrows shoot up. But he couldn't believe that Karen was offering to neck with him.
"I always want to kiss you," Billy said.
He surprised himself with his frankness. But he was desperate. What would Karen do next, he wondered?
When he saw her lean toward him, thrusting her face into his, Billy felt a bolt of lust shoot through him. He leaned toward her and kissed her.
Karen had the softest lips he'd ever kissed. And she kept pressing them to his then her mouth opened.
Billy opened his own mouth and met Karen's tongue with his own. Then their arms were around each other. Karen's tits were crushed over his chest.
Although he felt foolish for making Karen take the initiative, Billy was bursting with joy. And he was getting hotter than he ever had with the girls his own age in the movie theater. He was dying to grab one of her jugs. But he was still too scared. Suddenly, Karen pulled her face from his.
"I love to French kiss!" she said.
Billy had never heard a girl talk like that. And he began to have hopes that his fantasies would wine true that afternoon.
He buried his face in Karen's neck, nibbling and licking. She clung to him, keeping her tits in contact with his chest. Although Billy was afraid she would stop him, his hand began moving up her side to where one tit bulged. His heart raced as his fingers met the bottom of the swelling. He paused. Then when Karen didn't stop him, he brought his hand lightly over one gigantic mound of her tit.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Karen hummed as Billy's fingers sank into her tit flesh.
She wasn't going to stop him Billy realized. Her tits were his. And he made the mast of it. Through her jersey he could enjoy the heavy softness of her boob. She had let her body sink into the car seat, so her tits were now free to be explored. Sticking his tongue in Karen's ear, Billy examined her nipple.
He held it between his thumb and finger like a marble. It was like a gum drop he thought as he squeezed it.
"Ow, not so hard," Karen said.
Billy felt like a jerk for hurting her. But his passion still outshone his awkwardness.
He let go of the nipple and grabbed the whole jug again. The nipple was now pressing firmly into his palm. Billy kissed Karen's mouth again, tasting her sweet saliva.
While she was gagged with his tongue, Billy took his hand from her tit just long enough to slip it under her jersey. Then he took her naked tit into his hand. Holding her boob without the barrier of her jersey in the way was so much more exciting. Billy could hardly believe it.
If holding her tits was so exciting, Billy couldn't imagine what it would be like to actually fuck her. But he was dying to find out.
After spending so much time staring at Karen's tits, feeling them was an amazing treat. Billy lifted them, pressed them, and moved them around in circles. They were firm, but their great weight caused then to sag just the slightest bit.
Karen had put her hand on Billy's thigh. And she was moving it to his crotch slowly as she rubbed and caressed it. Billy prayed that she would grab the lump that his stiff prick was making in his crotch.
"I like the way you feel my tits," Karen said. "It's making me so excited!"
Billy couldn't believe this chick. Were all college girls so bold, he wondered? And did that mean she was going to let him fuck her?
After handling her tits for a while, Billy felt an irresistible desire to get his mouth around them. That seemed like the next logical step on his way to getting fucked anyway.
Billy let go of the tit he'd been playing with and began lifting the front of her jersey. But the garment was too snug to lift it over her tits easily. But just when he began tugging a little too hard, Karen helped. Sitting up, she raised her jersey over the bulging mass of her tits.
Billy gasped as he looked down at those white mounds of beautiful flesh. Her nipples were dark brown. The curve of the boobs was the most beautiful shape Billy had ever seen.
When he came to his senses, he dropped his face to Karen's chest. Karen sat back again with a sigh.
"Oh, Billy," she gasped with genuine passion.
Billy began gobbling up her tits hungrily. He would take one nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking it. Then, opening wider, he stuffed as much of the tit into his mouth as he could. Then he moved to the other jug and did the same thing. When that lost its thrill, he buried his face between them and kissed the undersides of her globes.
Karen had wrapped her arms around Billy's head, holding his face tightly to her boobs.
"That feels great, Billy!" she cried. "Ohhhhhh."
While moving his mouth over that range of soft mountains, Billy let his hand fall into Karen's lap. He thought he felt her thighs sag open slightly, but he couldn't be sure. In any case, knowing that his hand was only inches from her cunt was exciting.
Billy kept his mouth busy sucking her tits while his fingers slipped between her thighs. Immediately, he felt the moist heat of her cunt. And even though her twat was protected by her jeans he knew he could make her feel his fingers poking at her tender snatch.
Billy brought his fingers to the crotch of Karen's jeans the material there was doubled and stitched so he couldn't enjoy the softness he knew was there. But he pressed his fingers into her cunt in hopes that it would make Karen more willing to let him explore.
"Ummmmm," she sighed and hugged Billy's head tighter.
Billy thought he could feel some of the soft mound of her cunt under the pants, but feeling her cunt though all that material would never satisfy him. He had to get his hand in there.
Billy lifted his face from Karen's tits and kissed her mouth again. Then with his tongue deep in her mouth he reached for the button that held her pants closed.
This was a big step, if she stopped him, Billy would be shattered. But if he got away with it, it would be the greatest experience of his life.
The button opened with a pop. Her pants were so tight that they seemed to be relieved to be opened. And Karen didn't stop him when he put his hand on all the flesh that was now available to him.
Billy explored the smooth skin of Karen's belly. It seemed so wonderful to be making progress.
Billy found her belly button and he dipped a finger into it. But it wasn't long before his fingers were sliding toward more exciting territory. He met the top of her underpants. The nylon under his fingers seemed to promise him that he could caress her cunt.
But by the time Billy slipped his fingers into her panties, his heart was pounding so violently that he was afraid she might hear it.
Billy moved his fingers down her belly inside her panties until he felt the curly hair of her twat. That was more than the boy had ever got from any of the girls he usually necked with. And Karen still hadn't raised a finger to stop him. Could it be that she wanted to get fucked?
But as Billy tried to reach more interesting areas of her cunt, namely, her slot, he found that her jeans prevented him. Although they were wide opened, the crotch of the jeans still hugged Karen's cunt tightly. Pressing his hand in as far as he could, Billy could only just touch the very top of her crack.
With his finger tucked into the top of her gash, Karen began squirming like a fish on a hook. Billy couldn't believe it. He knew that if he could only get at her twat, she wouldn't be able to resist letting him probe it.
But in his excitement, Billy tried too hard. He began cramming his hand into her crotch with all his might.
"Hey, wait a minute," Karen gasped.
Billy was so flustered he could hardly control himself. But he knew that if he acted like an animal he wouldn't get anywhere. So he pulled his hand from Karen's pants with deep regrets.
But what happened next made him fell like, an inexperienced, horny kid -- which is what he was.
Karen took the top of her jeans in her hands, lifted her ass from the car seat, and pulled her pants down.
Billy watched in amazement. And when he saw her hairy cunt peeking out from between her milky thighs he bean trembling. This girl was too much. And to think that she'd been around for the last few years and he hadn't even tried to fuck her before.
"There," Karen said as she put her arms around Billy again.
Billy kissed her again. But he couldn't think about what his mouth and tongue were doing. His hand went to the now naked crotch. As he combed his fingers through her cunt's curls, Karen spread her legs.
Billy wrapped his hand around the curve of her pussy. He could feel the wet slot hot on his palm. The mound was plump and soft and the hair tickled his hand. But when he bent his middle finger, sending it into her wet lips, Billy knew his dreams were coming true.
He'd thought a lot about what it would be like to finger a chick. He'd heard some of his friends tell about their experiences, and he studied the pictures of cunt's that he had in some magazines. But none of that prepared him for the glory of a living twat.
It was surprisingly wet and slippery in there. Billy knew that the juice meant that Karen was excited and that it would let him slip his prick in there easily.
He explored every nook and crease of flesh within her tender lips. Sending his finger up Karen's deep cave let him get a preview of what it might be like to get his cock up there. But he knew that he could only know that supreme joy by actually experiencing it.
What was just as exciting as fingering her was seeing the way she reacted to it. Billy didn't know a girl could get so wildly excited. Even when Billy jerked off in the midst of an orgasm he didn't squirm and moan like she was now.
"Uhhhhh God, that feels good!" Karen moaned. "Ohhhhh."
Her hips began bucking as though there were a cock in there already. Karen's head was lying back on the back of the seat. Her tits wobbled back and forth. And she kept up a constant wailing of delight.
"Oww ohhhh," she moaned in a quavering voice.
Billy was wild with lust. And as great as it was fingering her, his prick was about to rip though his jeans. He had to free it and get, it into her cunt.
He tried keeping one hand in Karen's crotch while unfastening his pants with the other. But it wasn't working. In the cramped space of the front seat of his old car he just couldn't do it. But he didn't want to pull his finger from Karen's twat. He thought if he did, she might not let him put it back in. Also, it seemed cruel to stop fingering her when she obviously loved it so much.
Billy kept wiggling his finger high up her flowing tunnel, but he didn't give up trying to free his cock with his other hand. But working on his belt buckle made his finger fucking technique suffer.
When his finger began to wiggle slower, Karen grabbed his wrist and held it firmly at her cunt. Then she wiggled her hips more vigorously, rubbing her soaking gash on Billy's hand.
He had to give up trying to get his prick out.
This chick was too much to handle with only one hand.
"Oh, Billy," Karen screamed with a particularly piercing note. "I'm coming!"
Billy was flabbergasted. The idea that a virgin like him had an orgasming chick riding his hand was incredible.
He kept his finger massaging the inner sleeve of Karen's pussy while watching her in stunned amazement. Not only had he never seen anything like it, he'd never even imagined such a sight.
Karen was covered with sweat. Her tits were still exposed and shaking crazily with her passionate gyrations. But it was her hips that excited Billy the most. She was pumping with all her might.
Then, suddenly, she stopped. She slipped Billy's finger from her pussy and lay back gasping.
Then she leaned over against him. She was purring like a kitten. Billy's hand remained resting on her thigh with one of Karen's hands on top of it. But her thighs were now shut tight.
"Ohhh Billy," she cooed. "That was heaven! I've never come like that before."
Billy was thrilled that he'd brought this chick off with a crashing orgasm. But he was still wild for one himself. In fact, he was getting more eager every second.
Now that Karen didn't need his finger any more, Billy began frantically struggling with his belt. He opened it, pulled down his zipper, and began fishing his hard prick out of his underpants.
Karen lifted her head from Billy's shoulder. She was watching his crotch, waiting for his dong to appear.
With shaking hands, Billy pulled down his pants and underpants. Now his prick was standing proudly from its halo of hair. It twitched mightily, its bloated head swinging back and forth with every beat of the boy's heart.
"Wow, it's huge!" Karen gasped. "And look at the way its twitching!"
Billy pulled Karen down on the seat and began to mount her.
"No, Billy, don't," she cried as she struggled to get up.
Billy couldn't believe his ears. Was she going to leave him in this state of insane horniness?
"But I want to fuck you!" he said.
"No. But I'll jerk you off," she said.
Billy's heart was sinking. But having this chick jerk him off was an acceptable consolation. As long as he could shoot his load he would be happy. After all, he'd come a long way from the innocent kid he'd been a half hour before.
Karen sat beside Billy. Billy slumped in the seat looking down at his prick. He saw Karen reach for it with her delicate hand. And when he felt her fingers wrap around the bucking shaft, he couldn't help gasping loudly.
Before sliding the loose skin of his prick back and forth, Karen moved her hand from the tip of his cock to his balls. She squeezed the fat head, ran her fingers lightly down the shaft, then lifted his big ball in her palm.
Billy couldn't keep still. With his prick being handled so well by this sexy chick, he wiggled and bounced his hips. Although he loved how Karen was playing with him, he was eager to feel the rush of an orgasm.
Karen sensed the boy's eagerness. So she grabbed the shaft tightly and began sliding her fist up and down.
"Uh, oh," Billy grunted.
Karen began by giving him short, slow strokes. But before long she was tugging the skin up and down with vigorous thrusts. She dragged the loose skin up over the head of his prick. Then she pulled it down so her hand pressed into his balls.
"Oooo, Karen," Billy gasped. "Ohhh!"
Billy grabbed one of Karen's thighs with one hand. With the other, he held on to the seat.
He was being blasted with intense waves of pleasure. He'd never been able to give himself such a thrill by jerking off. There must have been something about the way Karen did it that was very different. Or maybe it was just the excitement of having fingered her to an orgasm, and the thrill of having her jerking him off rather than doing it himself. After all, just showing Karen his thick, long cock was a great thrill.
Throwing his head back and jerking his hips, Billy felt the gism rushing through his prick. And he heard himself cry out in bliss.
"Wow," Karen cried when she saw the fountain of gism erupting.
She kept jerking though. Billy finally had to grab her hand to stop her when his prick became too tender to take any more.
"Gee, Billy," Karen gushed. "That was wonderful! I've never seen a boy come like..."
Karen's words ended suddenly. Billy looked at her. He saw that she was staring through the windshield. When he followed her gaze, he had a rude shock.
His mother was standing near the front of the car. She looked just as shocked as the kids in the car. Then, without saying a word, she turned and left.
"Holy shit," Billy said. "How long was she standing there?"
"I don't know," Karen said. "But she must have seen what was going on. I hope she doesn't tell my father."
Billy felt better when he realized that Karen was worried about his mother telling her father what she'd seen. If Karen, a college girl, was worried about that, she couldn't be much different from him.
Billy knew that his mother wouldn't do anything about what she'd seen. He knew that his mother and Karen's father were fucking. And if she could fuck, he could certainly get a hand job.