Chapter 3
For the next few days Sandy stayed away from home as much as she could. She slept over at her girlfriend Tammy's house for two nights. She'd done this occasionally in the past, so that it wasn't all that unusual. Her mother didn't question her about it, and in any case she was busy with her night shifts at the hospital. Sandy was glad of the breathing space. She didn't want to be around her mother too much after what had happened.
And of course she didn't want to see too much of Wayne. She felt oddly shy after their wild session together. It would be good to stay away from him for a while, she thought. And he seemed to agree. Whenever he saw her, he smiled and was extra pleasant. But he made no moves on her and didn't ask to see her again in her bedroom. Obviously he wanted a little time to think things over as well.
Sandy went to school as usual, and spent lots of time with Tammy, though she didn't tell the younger girl what had happened to her in the last few days. She also saw Terry once or twice, and he tried to make dates with her both times. She told him no, that she had too much on her mind lately, and he went away miserable. But she was thinking about him a lot all the same.
Her attitude toward him had changed now. And she knew that once they were alone together again, and he made moves on her, she would let him. She wouldn't resist. After that fateful night, her curiosity about sex was well and truly aroused. However, she didn't want to rush into anything. She was still too confused over what had happened with Wayne.
She kept imagining what it would be like to fuck. And whenever she thought this way she couldn't figure out if it was Wayne or Terry she wanted to do it with. Common sense told her it had to be Terry, because Wayne was involved with her mother. And not only that, Wayne had a cock that could split her in half. Her first time should be with a normal sized cock. Wayne's horsecock would spoil her for all others.
In a way she wanted to talk to Tammy about all this. Not to ask her advice or anything. Tammy was even more inexperienced than she was, after all. But just so that she could express her feelings to someone. Whenever she got the urge to talk, she decided against it. Tammy might be shocked or something. She might not want her to stay over at her house anymore.
By Friday night she was going crazy. She had to talk to someone or burst. She had a babysitting job over at the Carters' house, and no sooner had Mr. and Mrs. Carter left the house than she was on the phone to Terry. She asked him if he'd like to come over and keep her company. She had a pretty good idea what was going to happen once he arrived, and she no longer cared. She had to make something happen or go nuts.
He rang the doorbell within fifteen minutes. The first thing he did when he saw her was make a grab for her. She had to struggle with him in the hall and insist he settle down before she let him into the living room. And then she had to keep slapping his hand away as they sat together on the couch. He kept stroking her thighs through her jeans and sneaking quick feels of her tits.
"Terry can't we talk about this, please, instead of acting like a couple of animals?" she protested, smacking his hand off her tit one more time.
"What's to talk about, Sandy? I've been going crazy thinking about you since the other night. And you want to fuck as much as I do, admit it."
He stroked his hand up along her slender thigh. As soon as she pushed it away, he slipped it down between her legs. He pressed his fingers deep into her crotch and sparks went through her. After a moment she let the hand stay where it was. He rubbed up and down, his fingers tracing along the crack of her cunt.
"I admit, I am curious about it," she said. "But can't we go slowly, at least? Can't we take some time to get in the mood?"
"I am in the mood! If 1 was any more in the mood I'd be shooting in my pants! Give me a break, Sandy!"
Without waiting for an answer he stood up and unzipped his jeans. In seconds he was naked, his cock jutting up from his crotch. He stood in front of her, panting. Then he reached down and hooked his fingers under her light sweater. He hauled it upwards and she obligingly lifted her arms. He tugged the garment over her head and threw it aside.
Her tits heaved inside her lacy bra. He bent down and removed it as well. She sat there quite passively, staring up at him. She wasn't resisting now, but she was holding herself in reserve. Her eyes flickered to his cock every few seconds, but she made no move to grab it.
"I keep remembering the way I shot off all over your tits," he grinned. "Shit, I can't get that out of my mind!"
Sandy didn't answer. She was thinking about Wayne, and how he had shot off all over her tits as well. It was funny how both guys enjoyed doing this to her. The sight of their cum on her skin seemed to turn them on no end. Now it was maybe time for someone to cum inside her for the first time. She knew what a man's ejaculation looked like. Now she would find out what it felt like. But first she needed some preparation.
"Eat me first," she said suddenly, watching Terry unzip her fly and open up her jeans. "Before you fuck me, I should be good and wet."
"Yeah? You mean it?" he asked, a tremor going through his cock. "You really want me to suck your pussy?"
"Yes. Use your mouth all over me. Get me good and greasy. Take your time."
She lifted her ass off the couch, and he tugged her jeans down her legs. She wore nothing now but a pair of lacy white panties and her white ankle socks. Terry gazed down at her for a moment, hardly believing his good luck. Her tits were so huge, her waist was so trim and tiny. Across her crotch was the blinding white triangle of her briefs. He felt as though he was about to enter a whole new world.
"Take off my panties! What are you waiting for?" she muttered. She was half lying across the couch now, her crotch heaving up at him.
Terry hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pants and prepared to haul them down. But before he did he bent down his head and planted a wet kiss on the sheer material. He began licking and kissing her pussy through her pants, wetting the garment so much that it became transparent. Soon her pubic hair and cunt-crack were clearly visible through her briefs.
"Terry, what are you doing?" she laughed.
He didn't reply. His head tilted this way and that as he slobbered over her crotch. His tongue scraped up one side of her cunt and then up the other. He poked the tip between her cuntlips, forcing some of the wet material inside her. Finally he drew back his head and gazed down at her. Her panties were plastered to her cunt like a sheet of wet paper.
"Terry, pull them off," she said. "They're all wet. Now I won't be able to wear them after-
wards. I'll have to go home without any panties on!"
"I like that idea," he said. And he drew the sodden pants slowly down off her crotch.
Her pubic hair was blonde. It was all wet and matted from his kissing. He stared down at it as he tugged the panties off her ankles. Then he gazed down at the pulpy lips of her cunt. Already they were slightly parted. Chunks of shiny pink skin were winking at him from between them. He threw her panties aside and planted his fingers on the outer lips of her cunt. He pried them apart carefully.
"Yes! Eat me now! Lick my pussy!" she moaned. "Make me good and wet for your cock!"
She spread her legs wide and Terry knelt between them. He bent over and began licking her cunt, poking his tongue all over the plump outer lips and then in between. Her pink pussy flesh glistened. It was fresh and clean and sweet. He locked his mouth against it and chewed on her. His face was flushed with excitement.
"Yes! Like that! Yes!" she cooed. "Suck me! Eat my hot pussy! It feels so nice! I'm getting wet already! I feel it!"
"Mmmfff!" Terry answered.
He was probing his tongue as deep inside her as he could get it. The walls of her cunt were wet and squishy. Her ass was beginning to rise and fall off the couch and she was whimpering softly. Between his legs, his cock jutted up and out like a reddened spike. It was throbbing painfully, and he longed for the moment when he could bury it inside her.
"Harder! Suck me harder! Stick your tongue way up inside me!" she croaked.
But Terry was already probing as deep as he could. He was having trouble breathing. His nose was buried in her pubic patch. He snorted and snuffled on her cunt for another few seconds, but then he had to come up for air. His face was flushed red when he emerged, and he was gasping for air. When he spoke his voice was desperate.
"Sandy, I've got to fuck you. My balls are on fire," he wheezed. "You're wet enough now. Your cunt's drooling like a fucking faucet."
She started to protest, but then she hesitated. He was standing up and she could see the angry red spike of his cock. It bounced and swayed in the air, and though it was much smaller than Wayne's, it looked big enough for her first time. It looked like it would fill her up quite nicely. She swiveled around on the couch till she was lying flat on it. She watched Terry climb down between her legs.
"I don't believe you're finally letting me do this," he groaned, staring down at her. "I'm going to fuck you after all these weeks."
Her legs were spread wide apart and her cunt gaped open. He took his cock in his hand and squeezed it a couple of times. Then he leaned down and poked the purple head onto the open mouth of her pussy. Her whole body shuddered. She whimpered slightly. He eased down and forward. The head of his cock disappeared between her swollen cuntlips.
"Ohhh! Ohhh my!" she gasped, gazing down between her scissored legs. She could see the thick shaft of his cock clutched in his fist.
"Feel it go in, Sandy. Feel my cock sliding up inside you!" he groaned.
His cock shaft disappeared inside her an inch at a time. He went slowly, not wanting to hurt her. When he was about halfway in, he stopped and looked down. He loved the way her plump cuntlips folded themselves around the bulk of his prick. They stretched like rubber. He eased the rest of the shaft into her till his pubic hair meshed with hers.
"So good! It feels so nice!" she hissed. She had watched the whole process closely. She was amazed that as more and more of his cock slid inside her she felt no discomfort at all. There was just a sweet, filling sensation. She felt terrific, filled up with cock and deeply satisfied. She grinned up at Terry with a mischievous light in her eyes. It had all been so easy.
"Fuck me now, Terry! Fuck me hard and make me cum!" she begged. She placed her hands on his waist and stroked him.
Terry began to move his ass back and forth, and he stared down and watched his cock slide in and out of her. She was so wet that it was easy. There was no tightness. His prick gleamed as if it had been oiled each time he drew back. He leaned lower on her, till his belly rested on hers. And he made his movements a bit quicker. He felt her cuntlips folding in and out around his thick cock.
"Yes, fuck me hard! Fuck me as deep as you can!" she begged. "It feels so good!"
"You're so wet, Sandy! Your cunt is so fucking soggy!" he muttered. "I bet you didn't need me to eat you after all. You were probably greasy enough right at the beginning."
"Just fuck me, Terry!'' she grunted. And she twitched her ass up at him. "Just fuck me and don't talk so much."
He humped his ass up and down, plowing his hard-on in and out of her cunt. He reached down both hands and squeezed her tits. His cock seemed to be growing bigger inside her. He'd never felt so thick and long. He smacked his balls into the crack of her thighs and hoped he could keep this up without cumming. He wanted to give Sandy a fuck she'd never forget. It was -her first, after all. "Do you want to try it doggie-style?" he gasped suddenly, anxious for a breather. "I could maybe go deeper that way."
"What's doggie-style?" she panted.
"You get on your hands and knees. I come at you from behind. I saw a picture of it one time in this dirty book a guy showed me."
Without waiting for her answer he withdrew his cock from her cunt and moved back on the couch. Sandy didn't complain. She let him grab her and roll her over onto her belly. Then she raised her ass in the air and spread her legs for him. She braced herself on her elbows. Her big tits mashed into the couch below. There was a deep and sexy hollow in her back.
"Yeah, this is doggie-style," he grunted. And he grabbed his cock and slid it back between her cuntlips. When it was firmly embedded, he planted both hands on her upturned asscheeks.
"It feels nice," she moaned. "It really does feel like your cock is going deeper! Fuck me some more! Fuck me as hard as you can!"
She began thrusting her ass back toward him, so that for a while he didn't have to do much other than hold still. Again and again she stuck herself on his hard-on, swaying her body back and forth. She was moaning and whimpering all the time now. Her cunt was growing numb with pleasure. Her nipples tingled as they scratched against the rough material of the couch.
"Cram your cock deep inside me, Terry! Fuck me hard!" she pleaded. "I want you to fuck me till I can't stand up!"
He began meeting her backward jerks with some thrusts of his own. And now their strokes were so long that his cock kept slipping from her cunt altogether. It slid into the crack of her ass and pointed up over the small of her back. He gripped it quickly and stuffed it back inside her. And now she stopped humping so hard and let him do most of the work. The cheeks of her ass quivered each time he rammed into her.
"I think I'm going to cum!" she mumbled, her voice tense. "I think I'm going to cum over your big hard cock!"
"Me too, Sandy!" he croaked. "I'm going to shoot off any second, I'm pretty fucking sure! Oh shit!"
His cock bulled in and out of her. His balls swung back and forth. He was clutching tight to her asscheeks now, leaving white finger marks in the flesh. There was so much goo seeping from her cunt that his prick dripped with it. The insides of her thighs were slimy with the overflow. Her whimpers changed slowly into sobs of pleasure.
"I'm cumming, Terry! Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" she gasped. "Fuck me hard! Split me in half with your big beautiful cock!"
She sounded as though she was crying. For a second or two he thought he was hurting her. But he knew he wasn't. She was loving every moment of the steady stuffing he was giving her. She reached underneath her and caught his ball sac in her hand. She squeezed the trembling pouch roughly.
"Fuck, Sandy! Oh fuck!" he groaned. "I can't hold back! I'm cumming too! Oh fuck!"
A shudder ran through him. He buried his cock to the hilt up her cunt. A sizzling streamer of spunk burst free inside her, splattering the walls of her pussy. As he pulled back, his cock was drooling with white slime. Strings of cum dangled from his prick and slithered over his balls. More jizz overflowed her cuntlips and slopped down her thighs.
"Cumming! Oh fuck, I'm cumming inside you!" he croaked.
He rammed into her one more time, and then he stopped in mid-stroke. Suddenly he pulled his spurting cock from her cunt and laid it down in the groove between her asscheeks. He humped it back and forth there, still clutching at her buns with his fingers. A long streamer of silver cum shot free and splattered up the length of her spine. The white jet ended up between her shoulder blades.
"Don't stop! Put it back in me!" she begged, craning her neck to look at him over her shoulder. "I want you to cum inside me! I need your big cock up my cunt!"
He wasn't listening. Or if he was, he chose to ignore her. He humped his prick up and down in the crack of her ass and watched as jet after jet of shimmering silver cum arced up over her back and splashed onto her skin. He soiled her left shoulder blade, and her rib cage. One jet shot so far it ended up tangled in her hair. Then his prick was simply oozing a steady flow of spunk into the hollow of her back.
She sobbed beneath him, her cunt twitching and empty. And her hand waved about behind her as she tried to grab hold of his cock. She wanted it back inside her desperately. Her cunt felt like it was sucking on air. But his prick was trapped tight between her asscheeks and he was still humping her hard. She gave up in frustration.
"Terry, please-" she panted, unable to finish the sentence.
He took pity on her at last and stuffed his cock back up her cunt. But it was already growing slack. His balls were drained. He shoved it back and forth slowly, and she met his thrusts with backward jerks of her own. It just wasn't the same as having a fully hard prick inside her.
"You bastard! I wasn't finished cumming!" she moaned. "You pulled out and I wasn't even finished cumming!"
"I'm sorry, Sandy. I panicked, I guess," he moaned. "I figured at the last second I shouldn't shoot inside you."
He kept on moving, letting his cock grow soft up her cunt. But he sagged back eventually and the limp prick slipped free. He fell in a heap on the couch, exhausted. His cock lay across his thigh and oozed out dregs of cum. He gazed at her open cunt and watched more of his jism roll out and down her thighs. He saw one long string of it stretch down between her legs like a strip of elastic before breaking.
"You blew it, Terry! Fuck, you really blew it!" she muttered. "And I was cumming so good!"
Her body slid forward till she was lying on her belly with one arm trapped beneath her. Terry watched her hand snake out and part the open lips of her cunt even farther. Her middle finger began touching and teasing her clit. She was playing with herself, her fingers slick and slimy with her own juices. Her thighs opened and closed. Now and then little shudders went through her and she sobbed a bit more.
"I was cumming so good!" she muttered to herself.