Chapter 7
Mary lay in her fluffy white bed thinking. Her fingers flicked her bare nipples and she imagined it was Bill doing the touching. Her crotch warmed and she felt hot and flustered. The very thought of Bill's rugged face nosing around her cunt sent trickles of excitement shooting up and down her spine.
Her young, slender fingers slid down her flat belly to her damp snatch and into her slit. She even felt good to herself. Her labia and vaginal hole felt warm, smooth and velvety soft. The dampness dripping from her cunt added to her delight. She spread her legs farther apart and imagined her lover from next door to be between her legs ... watching and touching her sex organs.
She took her damp fingers and put them to her mouth and sucked her womanly juices. She smelled herself on her fingers. She tasted her own lubricating juices and suddenly realized she had never sucked a delicious, pounding cock! Maybe she was missing something!
She made up her mind that the next time she and Bill got together, which would be soon, she would experiment on his rugged, tough cock. She wasn't sure if she would like it or not ... at least, she knew she would never swallow his cum! That thought irked her. She did want to feel his thumping dick in her mouth, though.
Her own lubricating oils tasted good to her.
She thought about the control sex played in her life, and everybody's. Bill loved the chase and conquest. It kept him coming back for more ... regularly.
Then, it was different with Wilber. He was intrigued by a partial chase. Then, when his balls ached from desire, he always brought her home.
She couldn't lose for winning. She had the dudes from next door hot on her ass for more reasons than one. She loved it! She was getting all the attention from men she had missed getting from her father.
She wondered if her own father could ever appeal to her like Bill did? She had to laugh at the thought of fucking her own father. Man, that would shock the shit outa him! When he had left, she had been only eight years old. What would he think if he ever came back and was fucked by his fifteen-year-old daughter? He'd shit!
She smiled as she thoughtfully licked her cunt-drenched fingers. Such thoughts were low, trashy, filthy, and vile. She loved them! She snickered and pulled the covers up to her bare shoulders as she dug her fingers into her cunt. She pumped her hand in and out, in and out.
It was Bill doing the finger banging. She had better use two of her fingers to imagine one of his. She pumped her dripping cunt and splashed around in the juicy fluid.
She rotated her hips and swung them up to meet her working fingers.
She plunged her fingers in and out, in and out, in and out of her creaming tube and shot off in her own hand. She moaned her delight at her self-induced orgasm. Her thin body quivered and shook just like Bill wanted it to.
How wonderful to have a vivid imagination!
"Mary?" her mother's voice called.
Mary snuggled under the white, fluffy covers and pretended to be asleep. She knew her mother would have a fit if she knew Mary was playing with herself! She'd flip out if she knew Mary had a thing going with the old dude from next door. She had about shit when Mary told her she was going to marry Wilber. If her mother actually knew what her sweet, little innocent daughter was doing while she was at work, she would lock a chastity belt on her and throw away the key.
But mama didn't know. Mama was too busy maneuvering her own plans around to include getting fucked by Bill. She was depressed lately, because Bill had slacked off on his calls and secret meetings. Ivy suspected he had somebody else on the string. She would never have thought the somebody else was her own lovely, teenage daughter!
"Mary! Get up and get ready for school! It's late!" Ivy said in an irritated tone.
Mary dragged her cum-drained body out of bed and scuttled to the bathroom to clean up before her mom could smell any juices on her. Mary thought her mother ought to get fucked once in a while. Maybe she wouldn't be so irritable and grouchy all the time. Even her drinking with the girls had slacked off.
Mary wished her mother would get married! Then she wouldn't have to feel guilty about marrying Wilber and leaving her at home alone. Mary knew when she got married, she was gonna have a ball. She'd screw her young husband, and, for a change in pace, fuck his old man! Mary had a delicious future.
She felt badly that her mother was such a frump.
Her mother felt badly because she couldn't contact Bill for a screw date. It was early in the morning and Bill had not left for work yet. Maybe, if there was some way to get her needs over to him without upsetting her best friend Betty, she could let him know that her cunt needed a fuck.
While Mary got ready for school, Ivy went over to Betty's for a cup of coffee ... and to bump into Bill and remind him that she was still around ... and lonesome! Before she left, she stuck a screw into her pocket.
When she was over at Betty's house sipping coffee and trying to catch Bill's eye, she felt the big screw in her pocket.
Bill was engrossed in his breakfast and as usual Betty was blabbing away about something Ivy could care less about. Ivy had a problem in her crotch and she meant to solve it! The answer to her problem sat snarfing down bacon and eggs.
"Oh, I found this in the driveway," Ivy said nonchalantly. "I thought it might be something you needed...." She handed Bill the big screw.
Now, that's brazen as hell! Well, if the dumb shit don't take the hint from that, I don't know what to do. Poor, dumb Betty. I proposition her husband right under her nose and she's so stupid, she doesn't even know it! That's terrible of me to think of my best friend like that!
Bill took the screw and examined it carefully. "It might have fallen out of the cooler or somethin'."
Betty took the screw from her husband. "I can't think of where it might have come from."
"Well, anyway, you won't get a flat tire now," Ivy said. "I've done my good deed for the day. Now I can be nasty the rest of the day."
When Betty went to get the coffee pot, Bill winked at Ivy and nodded.
Ivy knew she would get a call from her stud service that night. After a cordial cup of coffee, she bounced home. She would have to talk to Bill about his lack of nooky. She was happy for the time being.
She went home and got Mary off to school. She felt like a school girl herself, but she had to go to work. She also had to wear clothes and jewelry that came off easily. She always slipped her earrings and any other feminine things into her purse ... just so she didn't lose them in Bill's truck. She was always careful about using lipstick or losing a bobby pin. She had developed all these little tricks since she had started fucking with Bill.
At times she resented it. She liked to smell good and look good for a man. However, sometimes that was impossible. Precautions were necessary when one dated a married man. If one didn't want her head shot off ... and Ivy didn't.
She could hardly wait for the evening hours when she would be with her Bill. She loved that man beyond reason. She had to know what was wrong between them, but she couldn't get so overbearing and dominant that she drove him away completely. She did wonder why he could not give her more of his fucking time. She cringed at the thought of him having somebody else, but she would even overlook her ... if only he would come across more for her!
Ivy was horny!
Meanwhile, at the high school, little Mary was having a ball! She was eyeing Brad across the room in biology.
The teacher was talking about worms ... tape, fluke, and ring.
Mary had reasoned out in her own little head, that if Wilber married her and found out she wasn't a virgin, what difference did it make if she had balled one man or several? Wilber would never know.
Mary had developed a fond lust for fucking. Bill had led her into sex ... not by force. He had blackmailed her a little, but he had never been mean or forceful beyond what she would tolerate. Now she had a taste for screwing and she constantly wanted more. She thought of broadening her scope of fuckers ... for the experience. She would save Wilber for a permanent relationship ... but, in the meantime, she decided to ball Brad.
She had always thought he was big man on campus. Now she decided to see if he really was the stud she thought. She had some experience behind her and she would put it to the test ... with Brad!
Wilber would never find out. Wilber was so much in love, he would never suspect his sweet Mary to be out hustling her schoolmates ... or his dad. Wilber trusted her! Wilber was so good and clean and pure. He was beyond reproach.
But right now Mary felt gutsy, dirty, and lustful! The closest person to her that she wanted to ball was Brad. And he was smiling at her.
She'd shake him out of his shoes before the day was over.
The teacher babbled on and on about how fluke worms spread....
Mary smiled across the room at Brad. He winked at her.
She noticed she had something this year at school which she didn't have last year. Maybe, experience had something to do with it ... and she glowed when she thought about fucking and seemed to radiate a rosiness to all the boys.
She saw that Brad's pants were tented.
That's most of the battle. He's got a hard-on. He's thinkin'.
Her thoughts rambled about where to screw Brad. In his car? Back of the gym? On a classroom floor? In the cafeteria? On the football field? In the boys bathroom? With lots of other boys watchin'? That would be groovy and she decided to fuck him just that way. Now, she had to get him to carry her books before she could get him to screw her in the boys' John.
Her heart palpitated at her wicked thoughts. Only, she did not think her thoughts were wicked any more ... just good, dirty, seductive, lustful thoughts.
Her crotch itched with desire, and she licked her lips. Maybe she would suck his big cock? Maybe not. She had no experience in cocksuckin'. She had better try that with Bill before she tackled the young studs. Straight fucking was what she would do ... and if he wanted to lick her cunt, that was fine. She really grooved on blow jobs!
She actually had no experience with guys her own age. All she had screwed was her horny neighbor. He was old enough to be her father. She squirmed on her firm, little ass as she thought about balling a young, stiff stud. She wanted to compare an old man with a young buck. What would the difference be, if any? There had to be some ... at least Brad didn't have heavy laugh lines around his eyes. His skin was smooth and clear. Apparently he didn't think life was so funny as did Bill.
Life was drastic for a teenager as Mary well knew. She had her highs and then she had the lows so far down it wasn't funny. She had to smile as she wondered if Bill ever got depressed. She doubted it. His eyes twinkled and his leathery wrinkles proved it. He was a devil and she loved it. Maybe she could bring a little sunshine into Brad's life so when he was an old man like Bill, he would have the same kind of face.
The bell rang and everybody closed books and hurried out of the science class. So much for fluke worms this day. On to other, more interesting worms.
Mary wondered if there was such a thing as "pants worms".
"Hi," Brad said sauntering up beside her. "Hi, yourself," she said and smiled. "Terrific class, huh?"
"I've always been terribly interested in worms," she said, and giggled.
"Can I walk you to your next class?" he asked.
"Yeah. I gotta go to my locker first," she said, purring her delight. It was flattering to have a varsity football player at her side.
"What you got next?" he asked, reaching for her books. His hand accidentally brushed her boob.
"I'm sorry," he said.
She nodded. Perfectly honest accident. She didn't know that Brad and his buddies made a habit of walking down the halls between classes and accidentally brushing against girls. At the other end of the hall they always compared notes. This one had brushed so many young asses and tits, and this one had done the same to this many. A little game they all played. Of course, if a girl gave them a dirty look, they always apologized for their awkwardness. Then they compared and laughed.
"I thought I'd. ditch next period," Mary said. "But, golly, I don't know what to do with the hour."
"I don't have any more classes. I could buy you a coke if you wanted one," he said, strutting his slender, manly chest. His pants tented.
Mary smiled coyly. "I'd like that."
She was flattered by his attention ... after all, he had barely spoken to her the year before. Here he was a senior and carrying her books. She was off to a good start on her seduction bit.
She opened her locker and dumped her books.
Brad leaned against the other lockers and tossed his long, brown hair back over his shoulders. His brown eyes gazed at the slender blonde as she closed her locker.
They walked together to the snack shack. She sat on a cement bench and waited for him to bring her a coke. She crossed her legs seductively. She knew she was bare up to her ass. She had seen other girls do this, and she had noticed the guys standing at such an angle they hoped they could get a glimpse of pussy or ass. She adjusted herself on her ass to where she had the desired affect. She tossed her head and her blonde hair fell down her back like a golden cascade in the bright sunlight.
"Here you are," Brad said handing her the drink.
"Thanks," she said.
Silence.
"Got practice today?" she asked. He nodded.
Other youngsters scurried to classes. She drank her coke. "What time?" she asked.
"After last period."
"What do you usually do this period?"
"Study."
"Oh, I hate to interfere with your studies," she said.
"I can do it tonight," he said. He dropped his empty cup on the ground.
"Naughty, naughty," she said and smiled. "Litter."
She nodded, and her hair shimmered brightly.
Brad bent over to reach for the cup. His eyes slyly took in the view of her long, shapely legs ... clear up to her ass. He picked up the paper cup and took it to the trash can.
Sweet Mary thought he would burst the front of his tight Levi's. She smiled.
"Well, guess I better go," she said standing up.
"Want me to take you home?" he asked.
"On your bike?" she asked and giggled.
"I have a car!" he said casually but loudly.
"Really? What kind?" She already knew it was a green Datsun.
They walked together toward the senior parking lot, and he slipped his arm around her waist as he went into detail about HIS car.
She smiled at the boy and rubbed her hip against his as they walked. She looked him straight in the eye.
"There it is, over there," he said proudly. "So pretty," she said purring against his young, warm body.
"I'll take you for a little ride before I take you home. Unless your mom expects you."
"I'm early today. Remember? I cut class."
He flushed. "Yeah." He shifted his weight from one big foot to another.
"Wanna go for a ride?" he asked stammering. "Yeah. First I gotta pee," she said, crossing her legs.
"I'll wait for you," he said.
"I don't know if I can make it," she said.
He looked around. Nobody was around.
"Can't you get over to the girls' gym?" he asked.
She shook her head.
"A bush? All that's around here is a bush...."
"Or the boys' gym," she said.
"There's no girls' can in there!"
"You could stand by the door and watch if anybody's coming," she said. Inside she tingled with wicked glee.
"The coach would bust me if I took a girl in there," he said.
"You're not taking me I am!" She started in the door.
"You can't go in there!" Brad said.
"Why not? I'm doin'it!"
"Mary!" he said tugging on her arm.
"I gotta go! You gonna watch or not?" she said, storming into the big gym.
"The coach'll have a spasm!" he said following the slim girl.
"He won't even know," she said hurrying across the slickly polished floor.
"God, I hope not. I won't be on the team any more," he said muttering under his breath.
Brad followed the young blonde into the John. He wrung his hands nervously. His eyes darted around to see if any of the guys were around.
Mary walked past the urinals to the toilets. She hiked up her short skirt, pulled down her bikini panties and squatted on the toilet. The sound of her tinkle attracted Brad's attention.
"Oh, God damn!" he said clutching his pounding prick while he looked around to see if anybody else was in the the empty bathroom.
"What's the matter with you?" she asked from her perch on the toilet.
"We gotta get outa here!" he said frantically.
"The way you're squeezing your crotch, I thought you had to take a leak," she said.
"I do, but the way I feel, I gotta shit!"
"Scared?" she asked teasing him.
"WILL YOU HURRY UP AND GET OFF THE CAN!" he said as loud as he could whisper. He looked around in fear.
"Let her sit there. I think she looks neat on the John," a voice said from right behind Brad.
"I'd rather she was sittin' on this John," another voice said.
"Shit!" Brad was terrified. "Where's the coach?"
"He's still out. He's busy with the freshmen."
"GOD DAMN IT, MARY, GET OFF THE TOILET!" Brad said frantically.
"What's with you guys? Haven't you ever seen a girl pee?" She had her mini up around her waist.
"HER SNATCH IS GOLDEN, TOO!" one guy said.
"Shit on her snatch! Come on, Mary!" Brad went to her and grabbed her hand. He pulled her up off the toilet and dragged her away.
"Can I pull my panties up?" she asked, shuffling along behind him.
"Do it later," Brad said not thinking.
"Well, okay, if you don't care if you drag a bare-assed girl through the parking lot," she said and giggled.
The other boys stood looking at her neat, little, golden nest and round, bare butt.
"Let her alone," one guy said.
"You get caught with her in here! Not me!" Brad let go of her hand and started to the door.
"If we do this right, we can all have a look. Hey, man, look at what you're leavin' behind!"
Brad turned and there stood Mary with her skirt up and her pants down ... in the boys's John.
"Shit! Any place but here! God, your timin's rotten," he said to the smiling girl.
"Oh, I'd say it was alright. All three of you've got hard-ons," she said looking from one tented crotch to the other to the other.
"I've always got a hard-on. I sort of follow my cock around!"
"Ever try usin' it?" she asked.
"I'll use it on you, but not here!"
Brad was a nervous wreck. His dark eyes darted around. His hand clutched his beating cock. His long hair flew around as he turned his head from side to side.
"What's wrong with here?" she said smiling warmly.
She loved seeing the boy squirm. "You crazy?"
"Just hot," she said rotating her bare hips seductively.
"Oh, shit!" he said moaning.
"Your friends'll watch," she said.
"You bet," they said in unison.
"Not us! for somebody...." she said, stepping out of her panties and stuffing them into her purse.
"Go ahead! Fuck her!" the taller boy said clutching his crotch.
"I can't. There's not time!"
"How much time you need? Shit, I'll do it for you!" The short, stocky kid whipped out his stud pole and walked over to Mary.
"Damn it! Let her alone! She's my girl!" Brad said.
"Since when?" the stocky lad asked. "Since right now!"
"Sure. Let a girl drop her pants and she's Brad's girl."
"If you guys wanna, I'll let you all flick me," Mary said, delighted that she had three rock-hard dicks in front of her.
"What's wrong with you?" Brad asked.
"Nothing. I just happen to like screwing," she said.
She thought she would really be dirty and drippy if all three of these guys decided to screw her. She cringed at the thought of being one of the guys and sticking a rod into cum from somebody else. But she wasn't one of the guys. All she had to do was take one young, hard prick at a time and feel it beat and pound into her cunt.
"What time is it?" Brad asked.
"One-forty," one guy said.
"We got ten minutes," Brad said.
"We could've had more time than that if you'd shut up!" the stocky guy said advancing toward Mary's gleaming, golden pussy. "It won't take me a minute to fuck this girl."
His eyes gleamed and his hard prick stood tall.
"I think Brad should be first ... since I'm his girl," Mary said.
"Jesus Christ, take a number," the tall youth said.
"Come on, Brad, get your whang out here and fuck her!" the short, stubby guy said. Brad hesitated. "Damn it! MOVE!"
Brad trotted over to Mary and whisked out his rigid, pounding stick.
"Hmmmmmmm, looks delicious," Mary said, eyeing the young, hard, stiff, jutting prick.
"Oh, shit, lady, you ain't gonna eat it!"
She winked. "You never know."
"Oh, God, my balls ache!" the tall youngster said.
"Hurry up, man," Stubby said, all but helping Brad.
"Bullshit! We ain't got time!" Brad said
"Oh, yes, we have," Mary said.
She jumped on the standing youth and wrapped her legs around his waist. She felt the steam from his hot organ seethe into her vaginal crack.
Brad regained his balance after having her one hundred pounds heaped on his slim body. His hands went around her waist and he held her tight against him.
She slipped down ... down ... down onto his rock-hard dick. She sucked in her breath as his thick, beating prick slipped into her slobbering hole. She felt his pelvis swing into her crotch.
"Neat! Really good!" she said sighing with happiness.
She looked over his shoulder and saw Stubby holding his thick, fat dick in his hands ... ready.
She jumped up and down on Brad's thick dick and shrieked her delight when he shot off his load with only a couple of quick thrusts of his beating prick. She hugged him tight around the neck and kissed his ears. Her teeth nibbled and nipped on his earlobes as she felt his sperm spray up into her bubbling, hot pussy. Her clit fluttered wildly and her cunt mouth spasmed. Her hot, gushing, cum-filled tube contracted. Her gut sucked in.
"Come on, man! Stubby said.
Brad had not quit shaking when Stubby lifted Mary off his spent penis and thrust her onto his.
Brad's lubricating cum made it easy for Stubby to jam his fat, thick, short cock into Mary's cunt.
She thought his fat, thick stump would tear her side ways. He punched into her cream filled tunnel. She loved the feeling of being spread ... spread ... so wide apart, ... her hole stretched ... so tight over his fat, heavy dong.
She bounced happily on his stumpy prick because no matter how hard she whammed down on his stiff prick, she was unhurt. She joyfully accepted the fact Stubby was gonna play hell with the sides of her vagina. She did not feel his blood-filled peter hammer at her uterus but she felt the active stimulation of his shaft on her cunt muscles. His thick hands held her slim body securely on his peter and he pushed her swiftly down and up on his pulsating pecker.
His staying power was no better than Brad's and he shot off his jism just as rapidly. His sturdy legs supported their weight for the short time she was stuck in the hole by his rod.
The tall lad lifted her off Stubby's stubby dick and slipped her onto his long, thin, stiff stick.
She felt his super long dong pound up to her guts. He thrust his whang into her flooded furnace and pierced her tube again and again.
Mary felt like a deliciously desirable bitch. She jumped on the tall boy's humping dick and shouted for glee. Just like riding a smooth, slick, slippery horse. She tingled happily when he, too, shot off in a matter of seconds.
He put her on the floor and tucked his dripping cock into his pants. Stubby had already zipped up his pants and Brad was fuming mad.
Brad grabbed her hand, pulled her skirt down over her sloppy, matted snatch and dragged her outside to the senior parking lot.
She felt the cum from the three studs leak down her thighs. Her pussy lips sloshed as they rubbed together. Her pussy was sticky.
"It wasn't as good as I thought it would be ... being fucked by three big men on campus...." she said, walking like she had a cob up her ass. The cum still dripped.
"What the hell are you bitching about? Christ, you had three guys within ten minutes. What more could you want?" Brad dragged her to his car.
"I didn't cum," she said woefully.
"So?"
"You dumb ass! The girl is supposed to enjoy it, too!" She slumped in his car.
"I thought you had one hellofa good time the way you were jumping up and down on one cock after the other," he said. He grumbled as he started up the car.
She sat uncomfortable in her puddle of cum. "It's still dirty and messy...." she said softly. "What the hell did you expect?"
"More than what I got!"
"We didn't have time!"
"You didn't know what you were doing, either!"
"I fucked you!"
"There's more to it than that!" she said.
"Tell me about it, Miss Experience," he said sarcastically.
"If you have to be told, you just ain't got what it takes." She leaned back and smiled.
She could almost reach an orgasm if she just thought about Bill. If she really concentrated on his big dick and his tongue fuckin' and fantastic blow jobs ... she could shoot off.
"And another thing, you guys all cum too soon!" she said indignantly.
"Where do you get all your information? Been reading books?"
"Experience," she said haughtily. She crossed her arms.
"Shit!" He drove to her street and turned.
"Come back and see me sometime when you know what you're doin'." She got out of the car and slammed the door.
"Don't bend over or your bare ass'll be hangin' out," Brad said sarcastically.
"I'm sure somebody around here would know what to do with it," she said.
"Why're you mad?" he asked.
"With three of you bangin' my hole, and it was no good," she said.
"Next time, I'll work you up. That's what you want? Shit, Mary, we didn't have time for anything. We fucked you and that was what you wanted."
"See you around," she said and strutted toward her door.
She knew he was watching so she lifted her skirt up and wiggled her bare buns at him.
"I'll pick you up at eight tonight! I'll show you!" he hollered after her.
She flipped him off as she disappeared into her mobile home.