Chapter 1
Patsy had been watching Monique. She'd been thrilled when the leggy, sophisticated girl had agreed to spend the night at her house. Monique was very popular at Brookton High. She didn't associate with just anybody. But Patsy had gotten to know her the past month and the two of them had found they had a lot in common. They were both seniors, though Monique was a year older than Patsy. Patsy had been promoted an extra grade during junior high so that made her just sixteen. She felt a little out of place among the older girls who would be graduating in a week. Then the friendship with Monique had blossomed.
"Your old man keep any booze around the place?" the sloe-eyed brunette said, waving her freshly painted fingernails. One dark eyebrow was cocked mischievously.
"Sure. In the liquor cabinet downstairs. I don't know if it's open or not. Anyhow Daddy's still watching the ballgame so we couldn't...."
"Maybe we could sneak down later."
"Yeah, okay." Patsy had never had anything stronger than a sip of beer but she wanted Monique to like her, wanted the sophisticated girl to think she was sophisticated too. They were both in their nighties and Patsy had been fascinated by Monique's frilly, overtly sexy outfit. A little red bow held the sheer material together over her large breasts and as Patsy watched, Monique undid the ribbon and cupped one white orb to examine the dark areola and even darker nipple. She rubbed a fingertip over it and Patsy bit her lip as she watched the nubbin expand. Her own nipples throbbed in sympathy. Monique was sitting on the edge of the bed. When she wiggled out of the bikini panties that were part of her ensemble, Patsy sucked in a big breath and held it.
"I'm bored," Monique announced. "Tell me a sexy story while I mess around with myself."
"A ... sexy story?" Patsy felt like a dud. She knew of course that Monique had gone all the way with a guy. Monique had told her not long after they'd come to be friends. Patsy was a virgin. A somewhat apprehensive virgin at that. But her waking thoughts were full of sex and sexual matters. She got up from her chair nervously and paced past the big mirror on her dresser. Her own small breasts hardly pushed out her gown at all. But she had a small waist and gracefully curved hips. Her legs were long too though not as long as the willowy Monique's limbs. Monique shed her nightie with a smile.
"Aw come on Patsy, I know you've made out good with somebody." Monique flicked off the overhead light and lay back in the bed. Only the glow from the small bedside lamp illuminated her ripe, firm curves. Patsy found herself getting excited as she looked at Monique's naked breasts, her flat belly, her slightly raised mound with its triangle of dark fur. Between the plump lips Patsy saw a glistening crevice barely open. Monique pushed one long finger down her tummy and hooked it slightly as she touched herself. There was a soft, wet sound and Patsy trembled. She knew Monique was pretty far out but she'd never in her life watched another girl play with herself. It made her own sex juices flow. Her nylon pantycrotch was becoming damp and when she walked, she could feel the slickened surfaces rub against themselves. Her clit throbbed with fresh, hot blood.
"You'd be bored by any of my stories," Patsy said, sitting down in her chair again. Her legs had started to tremble too much to stay standing. "You've had a lot more experience than I ever..."
"But I want to hear yours," Monique whispered, looking over at her. The dim light and the faint aroma of young, overheated cunt made Patsy tremble again. Her tiny pink nipples seemed to pulse against the silky material of her gown. She glanced down to see the sensitive nubs and noticed that she was breathing a little fast too.
"Well, one time I went out with George Bateson."
"Ah, the football player." Monique was grinning broadly, her eyes half-shut. Patsy didn't want to stare but she was fascinated with what the girl was doing with her finger.
Patsy had never touched herself intentionally. It wasn't that she was frightened by the idea. But once when she was fourteen Patsy had accidentally excited herself while playing on some monkey bars. The shimmering, tingling feeling between her thighs had embarrassed her. The boy she had been with noticed her flushed, breathless appearance and that had only embarrassed her all the more. Since that time Patsy had cleverly avoided any situation which might lead her to an experience she wasn't sure she could cope with. Yet she still couldn't keep from thinking about such things almost all the time.
"Well, I'm waiting," Monique said.
"What? Oh, you mean George? Oh, it wasn't much. He didn't touch me or anything."
"You wouldn't let him, right?"
"Right."
"So, what did happen?" Monique waited expectantly, her fingermoving slowly in the plump folds between her thighs.
"George wanted me to touch him. And ... and..."
"Yeah, go on."
"So I did." Patsy took a breath. She knew Monique wouldn't stop till she heard it all so she decided to get into the telling and really give her friend a detailed account. Maybe Monique wouldn't think she was so out-of-it then.
"We were at the drive-in. And he unzipped his pants. At first I didn't want to but he kept pulling my hand down and sticking it through his fly. Then I felt it...."
"Yeah..." Monique's voice sounded different now. Patsy didn't want to seem crude but she was staring at the way the girl was exciting herself. That long, red-nailed finger sliding up and down between Monique's swollen pubes. The slick sound of the juicy folds being opened and then clasping in behind her first knuckle. Patsy's cunt was on fire by now and her breathing uneven and fast. For the first time in years she felt the urge to touch herself like Monique was doing.
"...it was hot," she continued. "Real hot. It was hotter than I'd expected. And bigger too. It was really kind of nice now that I think back on it. And when I got my fingers all the way around the shaft, George just about went bananas. He was moving his hips around and kissing me a lot. I liked that. I always liked to be kissed. So I kept squeezing him and..."
"What did it feel like?" Monique asked. She sounded breathless and there was a note of urgency in her tone. "I mean the exact shape and everything, you know."
"Well it was big like I said. I guess about six or seven inches. More like seven. I had it all the way out of his pants by now and in the light from the movie screen I could see it good. George wasn't circumcised. His skin was pretty loose so when I moved it up and down it slid back from the big part."
"The big part," Monique gasped, "tell me about it."
"At first I didn't know what it was. I'd never seen a guy's cock before. But it was all bulged out at the tip. like a crown or a mushroom or something. It was weird to look at, especially when I stretched that loose skin as far back as I could. That made George shake all over. His swollen part seemed to throb hard when I moved the skin up and down. And since he liked it, I kept doing it."
"Oh Christ," Monique sighed, "oh Jesus Christ." Her legs were thrown wider now and she had bent her knees slightly. Patsy watched in hot fascination as the lanky girl drew her heels towards her buttocks. Her toes were fanned apart and curled slightly. Monique's lashes fluttered and her mouth was open in a slack, sexy way. She touched her pink tongue to her upper lip and arched her back. Her breasts looked soft and magnificent as she began to squirm there on Patsy's bed.
"...so I kept moving my hand up and down. Yeah, now I remember. When I moved it I started squeezing him. It was just accidental at first but he liked that too and so I squeezed really hard. And I was moving up and down faster and faster. I guess I was excited just watching him."
Patsy was remembering the incident with more detail than she'd ever remembered it before. She remembered how fascinated she'd become watching George grow hotter and hotter. And she remembered the way his cock had started throbbing. Throbbing hard!
"What happened then?" Monique moaned. She had drawn her heels up against her bottom now and Patsy could clearly see the dainty folds and hollows of her friend's cunt. It had swelled out like a plump peach and the juices were dripping down Monique's wrist as she worked three fingers around in the mushy heat.
"He came."
"Oh tell me better than that," Monique whined. "Tell me everything."
Patsy recalled how embarrassed and shocked she'd been when George's semen had spurted out. She hadn't expected, hadn't really know what to expect. But her fingers had felt the surging pulse of his erection as she'd jacked him. And she'd watched the swollen, dark look of his cocktip. It had gotten almost purple with blood and very large. Then as George squirmed around in the car seat and her fingers had continued to move up and down his prick, a droplet of whitish fluid had formed at the tiny slit. In the next few seconds, Patsy had watched the white strings leap from his penis and fall in hot spatters across her arms and even on her dress. She told all of this to Monique who was rubbing herself with more and more energy.
"Oh shit, I need something better than a finger. Don't you have an old doll or anything?"
Patsy had kept an old doll around for sentimental purposes but couldn't guess what Monique wanted it for. She took it from her dresser and held it out. It was the kind with rubber legs made to resemble real human flesh. The feet were so short that they could hardly be called feet at all. And Patsy watched Monique run her trembling fingers over the bulge of the doll's heel and then smile.
"Don't ever tell anybody about this," Monique said, looking into Patsy's eyes. Then the dark-haired beauty twisted the doll's leg out of its rubber socket and tossed the torso away. While shocked by this sudden act, Patsy was more fascinated by what her new friend intended to do with the doll's leg. She stared open-mouthed as Monique lay back down again and spread her thighs wide. Then the beautiful girl held the doll's leg in both hands and gingerly worked it back and forth in her dripping crevice. With a slick sound the foot began to sink out of sight. Patsy was panting now as she watched Monique's cunt being penetrated. It wasn't hard at all to imagine that the pink doll's leg was actually a man's cock. It was roughly the same size and shape. And the way Monique was moaning, it sounded like she was actually getting laid.
"Monique, don't hurt yourself," Patsy breathed, hardly believing that something the size of that rubber leg would actually fit up inside of a girl. Her own hymen was intact so she was seeing it for the first time. Monique writhed her hips around and made little crying sounds in her throat as she forced more of the rubber leg into her cunt hole.
"Uhhhnnn! Ohhhhh shit! Ohhhhh god damn!"
"Is it hurting you?"
"God no!"
"But it's so big."
"Hmmmmm, I wish it was bigger!" Monique was working her hips in a circular motion as she forced more of the doll's leg up inside her. There was a couple of inches of it left when she eased it back to force it deep again. Patsy watched as her friend continued to use an in-and-out rhythm to fuck herself. The juices smacked and dripped as Monique grew more and more excited.
"Uhhhhh, ohhhhh yeah! This is better than fingers any day!"
Patsy was very tempted to put her hand down under her gown. But she fought the impulse. It seemed improper to do something so intimate while in the company of another person. But that surely wasn't bothering Monique any. She was really getting crazy now, lurching around on the bed, bending and unbending her knees, pumping her ass up and down as the juice-covered rubber leg slipped deep into her body and was dragged out again.
"Whhhuuhhhh! Ohhhhh shit, I'm gonna come!"
Patsy's nylon crotch band was plastered up against her cunt so tightly that it was beginning to creep into the juicy slit. She stared at the fit Monique was having. The long-legged beauty had twisted onto her belly now and had her back arched sharply so that her trim ass jutted into the air. Pumping her hips as she forced the rubber doll's leg in and out of her pussy she started making the most erotic noises Patsy had ever heard.
"Yaaaaahhhhh! NNhhhhaaaahhh," she cried, wiggling like a swarm of bees had been set against her skin. Monique was holding the leg deep now as her pubes seemed to close around it tightly. With a shuddering cry she seemed to be moving a hundred directions at once until at last the peak had passed and her squirming became slower. The agonized expression on Monique's face changed to a satisfied smile. But she was still working the doll's leg around in her vagina. Patsy watched until her friend stopped moving altogether and sank down heavily into the mattress. Only her heavy breathing was left to remind Patsy what had just occurred. That and the pungent musk that Monique's hot cunt gave out.
"Are you okay?" Patsy was so excited by now that she could hardly focus.
Monique opened one eye. "I'm fine. Just fine." Slowly she eased the rubber leg out of her cunt. Patsy looked at the glistening thing on the sheet where Monique had tossed it. She imagined herself trying to use it in the same way. A trembling jolt of pleasure shot up through her belly. No, she could never do anything like that. Patsy hurried to the bathroom where she stripped off her panties and applied a wet, cold washrag to her pubes. The shock made her whimper but it seemed to cool her off some. Then she splashed her face and breasts, patted her skin dry and put her gown on again. Monique was asleep when she came back into the bedroom.
Careful not to disturb her friend, Patsy pulled back the sheet and slipped in beside her. But she couldn't sleep. She was thinking about that rubber doll's leg. She was thinking of how it looked spearing so deeply into Monique's tight cunt.
At last Patsy got up and took the leg to the bathroom where she washed it with soapy water, dried it and then pushed it back onto the doll's torso. When she got in bed again she felt a little better. But she knew she'd never feel the same about that doll. Every time she looked at it, she'd see that leg fucking her friend's pussy. And she'd hear Monique groaning and panting half out of her mind with lust!