Chapter 2
The sight of his parents getting it on continued to burn in Timmy's brain. And the next day he vowed to do everything he could to experience that glory for himself.
On Saturday afternoons Timmy and the rest of the kids in the neighborhood would go to the matinee at the movie theater. The boys would ask the girls to sit with them. Then the boys would try to grab the girls' tits.
If a guy got his hand inside a chick's blouse he considered it quite a victory. Once in a while a boy would be able to finger fuck a girl. Then he would prove he wasn't lying by letting the other boys sniff his finger.
On the Saturday after witnessing his parents fucking, Timmy showed up at the movie theater early. He wanted to have the first crack at the hottest chicks.
Timmy's prick was already stiff as he stood in the lobby of the theater. He watched like an eagle as the place began to fill up with kids.
"Hey, Timmy," a voice called.
Timmy saw Chuck, a good friend, coming toward him. But Timmy lost himself in the crowd before Chuck got to him. Chuck was better than Timmy at picking up chicks, so Timmy didn't want Chuck around. After all, he meant business on this particular Saturday.
Then Timmy caught sight of Sally. She was one of the hottest chicks in the neighborhood. She always let some lucky kid feel her tits. And there were stories about her letting guys stick a finger up her twat.
Timmy squeezed through the crowd until he was beside Sally. She was with Nancy, another hot chick. Timmy had never had the nerve to ask either of these chicks to sit with him. They were always in demand, and they usually sat with guys on the football team.
Now, as Timmy approached Sally, he could feel his face turning red. Shyness was weighing him down.
But then he remembered how his mother had looked as she lay naked on her bed. And Timmy knew that Sally would look as good if he could ever get her clothes off. Already, he could see her big jugs jiggling under her tight jersey.
In an advanced state of horniness, Timmy stepped up to Sally and said hello.
"Oh, hi, Timmy," Sally said with a smile.
Her smile encouraged Timmy. But her big tits and shapely ass encouraged him more.
"Would you like to, uh, sit with me?" he asked in a quavering voice.
Timmy's hands were already itching to wrap themselves around Sally's luscious tits. If she turned him down now, Timmy would be shattered.
"Sure, I'd love to," said Sally.
Timmy's heart leaped in his chest. And his prick began to swell.
They walked down the aisle together. Timmy was proud to be seen with Sally. All the boys knew that he was in for a good time. And Timmy was so eager he could hardly wait for the lights to go down.
Sally selected a seat near the side of the theater about halfway down. A perfect place for necking, Timmy thought.
Timmy had grabbed a few tits in that theater. He'd even managed to cram his hand into a bra once. But now he was concentrating on Sally's cunt.
Timmy noticed the kids around them look at him in envy. But he was thinking about how his father had stuck a finger into his mother's cunt. And he was hoping with all his might that he would get a chance to reach into Sally's twat with his long middle finger.
When the lights went down and the screen lit up, Timmy took a deep breath. What if she won't neck with me? he wondered.
But when he put his arm around the girl, she leaned toward him, resting her head on his shoulder. Timmy could smell the sweet odor of her hair.
Just having such a sexy chick close to him made his prick press desperately against his jeans. In the corner of his eye, Timmy could see Sally's tits rising and falling with her slow breathing. And in her lap he could see how her tight-fitting slacks hugged her crotch.
Before the cartoon was over Timmy nudged Sally's head with his own. She turned her face to his. Timmy saw her eyelids close just before their lips met.
Sally could kiss better than any other chick Timmy had necked with. Her lips seemed so soft. And as soon as they began kissing, Sally's lips parted.
Thrusting out his tongue, Timmy felt Sally's tongue meeting his. And as they began exploring each other's mouths, Sally began rotating her head slightly, like an experienced necker. And he could feel her hot breath puffing through her nostrils onto his upper lip.
The longer they kissed, the faster Sally's tits rose and fell. Timmy was sure she was getting hot.
But how hot would she have to be before he dared grab at her boobs?
It wasn't long before Timmy felt one of her beautiful jugs pressing against his side. That seemed like the best invitation he was going to get.
With one arm around the girl's shoulder, Timmy moved the other hand across his own thighs and up to Sally's tit. He could feel his hand shaking as it moved to that warm mound of firm flesh. But when his fingertips felt the tit they seemed to automatically go into action.
"M-mm-mm-m," Sally breathed into Timmy's mouth as he grasped her boob tightly.
His fingers sank into the supple tit as it filled his hand. It was big, Timmy realized. With his fingers spread he could just barely span Sally's tit.
After cupping her entire jug for a while, Timmy began exploring. Running his fingers over the curve of Sally's upturned tit, Timmy surveyed it from top to bottom and from side to side. He felt how the bottom of the knocker rested slightly on the ribs below. And he let his finger slide down the top of the tit.
Then he examined the nipple. Through Sally's cotton blouse, the large, erect nipple felt hard and proud. And Timmy couldn't help wondering how it would feel to take that firm button into his mouth.
With her tit massaged by Timmy's greedy fingers, Sally began reaching farther into Timmy's mouth with her tongue. No other chick had ever kissed him so aggressively. Timmy love it.
In fact, Sally's wiggling tongue gave Timmy the courage to slip his hand underneath her jersey. As he climbed her ribs with his fingers, he found how much more exciting it was to have bare skin under his hand than the cotton of her jersey.
When Timmy recaptured her tit without the barrier of clothing in his way, he felt his whole body surge with lust.
Now Sally's tit lay in his hand in its bare, natural state. How Timmy longed to lift her jersey and plunge his face into that softness! But in the movie theater certain things were not really possible.
But it was possible to get at a girl's cunt in the movies. And Timmy began thinking of that goal. But before trying to finger her, he would have to get her as hot as possible.
"You have such beautiful tits," Timmy breathed into Sally's ear.
He knew that his hot breath in her ear would help. Then he began nibbling her earlobe-something he loved to have chicks do to him.
It seemed to be working. Sally was melting in her seat. Her body was hot and moist. Timmy could feel the sultry atmosphere she exuded.
Slowly, his hand dropped from her tit. It slid along her belly until his fingertips rested at the top of her slacks.
Timmy was holding his breath in suspense. So when he felt Sally suck in her tummy, loosening her waistband for his fingers, he gasped.
Timmy kissed her again. He thought that if his tongue was in her mouth she would be less likely to stop him from what he was about to try.
But such tactics were hardly necessary. When Timmy felt Sally's hand on his thigh, he had all the encouragement he could ask for.
He shoved his fingers into Sally's slacks.
The silken skin of her lower belly sent a wave of pure passion through Timmy. So when he came to the wiry hairs of her cunt, it was a fantastic joy.
He began rooting around in those cuntal curls-each finger behaving like a mouse looking for a nest. Timmy could feel the flesh beneath the curls becoming softer and more plump as he searched lower.
Finally, his long middle finger found the top of her slot. And Timmy knew he was on the threshold of ecstasy.
"Oh, Timmy," Sally moaned softly.
Timmy felt Sally's fingers tighten on his thigh. Her fingers were sending a current of excitement right into his balls. Then he felt Sally's thighs sag open.
Timmy sent his hand farther into Sally's slacks. He began to plow his finger between the yielding lips of her snatch. But before he got very far his hand was wedged tightly between Sally's belly and the constricting waist of her slacks. He just couldn't cram his hand in any farther.
For a while Timmy left his hand where it was. Sally's bristling pubic hair was compressed under his palm. His middle finger was tucked into her cunt lips to the first knuckle. And by wiggling that finger, Timmy could enjoy the way her pudgy twat felt.
But this was hardly what he'd had in mind when thinking about finger fucking a chick. No, this wouldn't do. He knew that there was much more to her cunt. And it needed exploration.
Timmy would have to unfasten the button that held her slacks closed. But would she let him? If she didn't, Timmy didn't know what he would do.
He pulled his finger reluctantly from her hairy cunt and began fumbling with the button. As his finger left her warm gash, Sally seemed sorry to feel it go. But as he grabbed the button that held her slacks closed, Sally seemed to tense.
Timmy got ready to feel her take his hand from its task of opening that button. But she didn't stop him.
When the button popped open, Timmy found Sally's belly and crotch suddenly accessible to his finger.
"Oh, Timmy!" Sally gasped. "Uh-h-h-h-h."
Before crawling back into her pussy, Timmy ran his fingers along the satin skin of Sally's lower belly. And he felt the luxuriant material of her underpants stretched over her cuntal curls.
Then Timmy carefully tucked his fingers into the top of her underpants. Once again he was combing through her kinky pubic hair.
Now, with her cunt vulnerable, Sally held her thighs closed. She was trembling slightly. Timmy understood that she was nervous, but she was hot too. And when Timmy's middle finger crept down to the crack of her cunt, her thighs opened.
Timmy still had his arm around Sally. And their faces were pressed together in the dark of the theater. But now Sally's most secret cave was pierced with Timmy's relentlessly curious fingers.
As he parted the soft and hairy lips of her cunt, Timmy was thrilled at the heat radiating from it. Then he felt how juicy it was. He knew instinctively that the hot liquid would lubricate his finger when he was ready to insert it.
But before plunging into that pit with his finger, Timmy wanted to examine the interesting area just inside the hairy lips.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h, that feels so-o-o-o-o nice!" Sally cooed as Timmy's fingers traced the slippery ridges of flesh that guarded the entrance to Sally's body.
The boy never realized that the inside of a pussy could be so interesting. And he was learning how sensitive a cunt was. For every movement of his fingers in her spread lips made Sally writhe and moan.
Slowly, Timmy began to move his finger into the tight aperture of Sally's twat.
Timmy loved the way her tunnel hugged his invading finger. The walls of that cave were so wonderfully smooth and tender. And the hot syrup bathed Timmy's finger. He could tell that a cunt was custom-made to hold a stiff prick.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h, God!" Sally whispered.
As Timmy's finger slid up her twat, she slouched down in her heat, thrusting her crotch forward. Her legs spread farther apart.
Soon, Timmy's finger was as far in Sally's pussy as he could get it. The palm of his hand pressed against her pubic hair. His other fingers were squeezed between her thighs beneath her crotch. And Timmy could feel the bottoms of her rounded asscheeks down there.
When Timmy began wiggling his finger around inside her, Sally began making desperate sounds deep in her throat. Timmy helped her muffle those tell-tale sounds by kissing her with his tongue stuffed into her mouth.
Both kids were so excited they almost forgot that they were in a movie theather.
Timmy could hardly believe he had finally gotten a cunt wrapped around his finger. But he knew he wasn't dreaming because this was better than anything he'd been able to imagine.
As wonderful as it was feeling Sally's hot cavern hugging his finger, and as thrilling as it was to have her hairy mound gripped in his hand, Timmy found that the best part of finger fucking was the excitement that Sally was showing.
It was obvious that the girl was enjoying herself as much as Timmy was.
"Wiggle your finger!" she whispered. "Yeah-h-h-h-h! Oh, God!"
Timmy loved the way Sally was reacting. He especially liked how she was trying to grind the front of her twat against his palm.
Timmy was so excited by fingering Sally's pussy that he forgot about the thrill of having her hand gripping his thigh. But now that her hand began to move toward his crotch he became very aware of it.
Timmy began sliding down in his seat too, so his crotch would be easier for Sally to reach.
"Ah-h," he heard himself sign when he felt Sally's fingers sliding over his imprisoned prick.
Sally seemed to be measuring the lump in Timmy's pants. Her fingers moved along its length, feeling the ridge around the head, and moving along the shaft. She even pressed her fingers into his balls.
"Gee, it's so big and hard!" Sally said, impressed.
But Timmy was too wild with lust to be flattered. Rather, he was wondering if he dared pull his prick out so Sally could really get at it.
But even if he would pull out his prick in a movie theater, Timmy wasn't willing to forego the few seconds of bliss that it would take to fish his prick out.
So Timmy just enjoyed Sally's fingers through his jeans.
Suddenly Timmy felt a strange sensation. The tight tube of hot flesh which was Sally's cunt began gripping his finger in spasms. Timmy had never imagined a cunt could do such a thing.
In his surprise, Timmy stared into Sally's face, And when he did that, he understood. She was coming.
On Sally's pretty face was the same expression he'd seen on his mother's face as she lay beneath his father's fucking onslaught.
The thought that his finger was providing an orgasm for this sexy chick made Timmy very proud. It also excited him, adding to his already outrageous passion.
"O-o-o-o-o-o-o," Sally moaned even though she was struggling to remain quiet. "E-e-e-e-e-e-e. Tommy, you're making me come!"
Sally was moaning and whispering right into Timmy's ear. And her hot breath lifted him even higher in the atmosphere of lust.
Suddenly Timmy realized that he was on the verge of coming too. He had been so absorbed with finger fucking Sally that he hadn't even noticed his own orgasm building.
"Mah-h-h-h, hah-h-h-h," Timmy heard himself gasping.
Then, with Sally's fingers grabbing at the lump in his pants, and with her cunt still throbbing on his finger, Timmy came.
In the darkness of the theater Timmy experienced a blinding flash of white heat. His head filled with pure ecstasy. His body heaved. And a hot, wet sensation covered his twitching prick and balls.
In his passion, Timmy wasn't even aware that he began working on Sally's cunt more vigorously. He didn't notice how she shook and writhed.
Then, gradually, as their pleasure drained away, they realized where they were. Sally suddenly lifted her fingers from the wet stain in Timmy's lap. Then she pushed his hand away from her cunt, taking his finger from her cave.
Looking at the movie screen for the first time, the kids tried to pull themselves together.
Sally zipped up and buttoned her slacks. Timmy tried to lift the wet denim from his crotch, but there wasn't much he could do about it.
Then they both began to notice that the kids around them were taking quick peeks in their direction. And there was some snickering and giggling going on.
But Timmy wasn't sorry for anything that happened. He was thrilled. He'd finally managed to get his finger into a cunt. Could it be long before he was able to dip his prick into one?
"I'll be right back," Timmy said to Sally.
The boy went to the men's room to see if there was anything he could do about the huge wet spot on his crotch. There wasn't. So he went back to where Sally sat and told her he had to leave. She seemed to understand.
Timmy ran all the way home so his wet spot would not be noticed. And when he got home he was glad to find that his parents were out. It would be embarrassing for Timmy if his parents saw what had happened-especially since Timmy knew he wouldn't be able to explain how it happened.