Chapter 3
Roger awakened fully with a start.
Several minutes had passed since he had become vaguely aware of music drifting throughout the Dunham household and so his waking had been gradual-a slow emergence from deep sleep to full wakefulness. It was his mother's practice to turn on the hi-fi as she prepared their breakfasts so that her son would not be jarred from bed by an alarm clock or her own nagging to get out of bed. The music system in the house was elaborate, with speakers in practically every room. Now brisk, happy champagne music wafted its way from the ceiling speaker in Roger's room.
Roger's waking this morning was different from other mornings because, immediately, he felt consumed with guilt over last night's sexual encounter with his mother. He frowned, trying to place the sequence of events in their proper order. God, he thought; had he been dreaming, or had his mother actually rubbed his back, fondled his prick and then sucked on it until he had come? No, he was certain it hadn't been a dream. True, she often rubbed his back, kissed him goodnight and then left for her own room. But last night had been different. He was certain of it. He gripped his semi-hard cock with his hand and squeezed now, remembering the delicious tingling that had run throughout his body as his mother had mouthed his organ. He had never felt anything like that orgasm-not ever! He was glad that he had pretended to be asleep because now he wouldn't feel embarrassed when he faced her a few minutes from now.
His own mother had sucked his prick dry! he realized, astounded. His own mother! Many times, especially when he had been younger, he had indulged in sexual thoughts about her, but he had always quickly dispelled these longings quickly from his mind. You weren't supposed to think such things about your own mother and so he had not allowed his mind to dwell too long on how pretty she was (at least to him) and how nice and inviting her tits looked when he managed to sneak a glimpse as she emerged from the bathroom after her bath or whenever her robe parted in the mornings or evenings to permit him a glimpse of her cunt hair or the curve and swell of her body.
And now his mother had sucked his cock! And he had never felt anything like it before. Guilt surged through him, then subsided. What did he feel guilty about? She had thought he was asleep hadn't she? She had even told him so before she had left his room He recalled her exact words:
"I know you were sound asleep, Roger. You didn't know a thing your mother did. You couldn't help what happened because you were asleep. How could you help something you knew nothing about? It was only a dream. Yes, a dream. But Mother will visit you again and bring you even more beautiful dreams. If you don't like the dreams you need only awake and ask Mother to go away and she will. But if you like these dreams with Mother she will bring them to you as often as you like. But of course you can't hear me because you're sound asleep, aren't you, Roger? I love you my darling ... I wish you many more sweet dreams--just like tonight ... It's up to you, my sweet ... Yes, it's entirely up to you, isn't it?"
The truth was, Roger really didn't know how he felt about having sex with his mother. Apparently, all he had to do was lie there and pretend to be asleep whenever she came to his room and he could experience the most intense pleasure he had ever known. God, he had heard about girls sucking men's cocks but he had no idea it felt that good! No wonder guys talked about blow jobs all the time! It was almost just as good as fucking. In fact, in some ways it was even tighter than a pussy. He remembered how good young Sheila's cunt had felt when he'd fucked her on the couch a few days ago. Yes, fucking and sucking were both good. Fucking maybe had a slight edge over sucking though, because when you fucked you could hold on to the girl's ass and french kiss her mouth and play with her tits and everything. Also, there was something nice about having her legs around you and being on top and really slamming your cock at her cunt that was good. Yes, it was good because instead of just one person getting the hot feeling against his or her organ both of you had the good feeling at exactly the same time. He had heard about sixty-nining, though and, who knows, maybe it was about the same as fucking, he thought. He would have to try sixty-nining with somebody and find out.
Roger was fully awake now and his hard on stood out straight beneath the covers. How often did his mother plan to come to his room at night and suck his prick? he wondered. Not every night, he guessed. No, she probably meant once a week or so. Jesus, though, he had mixed feelings about it. It felt so damned good, but he felt this terrible guilt again at the thought of his mother doing things like that to his prick. Still, he decided there was no way out even if he wanted to stop her. He would just have to pretend he was asleep. Either that or seem restless and turn his back to her so that she would go away. But who in the hell wanted her to go away when it felt so damned good? Dammit! What should he do? He didn't know.
Roger stretched, got out of bed and dressed. Then he went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth and washed. A few minutes later he entered the kitchen and said good morning to his mother who was standing at the stove preparing hot cereal. She turned to face him and smiled.
"Oh, good morning, Roger," she sing-songed. "I hope the music wasn't too loud. Your orange juice and fruit is already on the table. Go ahead and start your breakfast and I'll have your cereal for you in a minute."
She's really playing it casual, Roger thought as he sat down and began eating his prunes. He gulped his juice down and stared at his mother at the stove. It seemed incredible that just last night that same mouth that had just uttered good morning so cheerfully had been wrapped around his cock, sucking his prong hard. He studied the outline of her body-the way her ass curved beneath her loose-fitting business suit and her shapely legs. He had never consciously considered fucking her this way, but for the first time in his life he found himself thinking of her as probably a good lay. He imagined her breathing hard in his ear, her legs wrapped around him and as he screwed her cunt.
The idea was appealing.
In fact, his prick stood at attention beneath the table as he allowed his sexual fantasies to develop. Yes, he decided, she would definitely be a good piece of ass-maybe sensational. He wondered why his father had ever let her divorce him. There must have been reasons he didn't know about. Adults probably developed differences that even good fucking in the bedroom couldn't overcome. Yes, that had to be the answer, because he was certain after last night that his mother was no slouch in the bedroom.
His mother placed the steaming bowl of cream of wheat on the place mat before him, patted his back and said, "Good, you finished your fruit. I'm glad you have a good appetite. Keep it up and you'll be as tall as your father."
That was an odd thing for her to say out of the blue, Roger thought. She always made small talk in the mornings, but she didn't usually mention his father. Why was she comparing him to his father? Did she see him as a kind of sexual replacement for her ex-husband in the bedroom?
Puzzled, totally confused, he spooned the cereal into his mouth and kept remembering the details of last night vividly. He could feel her smooth hands rubbing his back, then ever-so-slowly approaching his erection. Her head lay on his stomach now and she was fondling his balls, tickling them and squeezing them gently. She had slipped his undershorts off with all the skill of a quarterback tossing a short pass and she had then taken his prick teasingly into the warmth of her mouth and began twirling her darting tongue about its tip.
After a long time, she had started a steady motion that had nearly driven him out of his mind and gradually she had taken every bit of his organ into the hot recess of her mouth that she could get inside. The feeling had been so great he had not been able to remain silent and he had uttered, "Mother, Mother," despite his desire to lie still without making a sound. And then, when she had sucked and tantalized his prong for a long time, he had shot his load right into her waiting, eager mouth. The really amazing part of the whole thing was that she had not pulled away! She had continued to suck and draw on his meat as his sperm ran up his shaft and exploded into her swallowing, mewing throat. It had never occurred to him that a female might like to stay there and swallow a man's load, but his mother had writhed and tugged at his balls as though she would die if anything had interfered with her swallowing his come. It had been very difficult just lying there at the final moment. In fact, he remembered raising his buttocks from the sheet slightly to probe deeper into the hot mouth as his love juice burst into her waiting receptacle and once, he was sure, he had even touched her cheek with his hand.
Still, that couldn't have hinted anything to her. He might have been having a wet dream or something and men probably moaned and thrashed when they dreamed about fucking girls. That would strike her as perfectly natural. Sure. But if he had allowed her to know that he was awake and not sleeping, he wondered, would it have made any difference? He didn't know. She would have been trapped-caught red-handed (cock-handed) all right. Would she have just gone right on sucking him? That was a tough question to answer. One thing was certain. If she continued visiting him as she had promised and they ever got around to fucking it was going to be pretty damned hard to convince her that he was sound asleep as he mounted her and slammed his cock into her snatch!
Well, he thought, he would worry about that problem if and when it ever arose. Right now he had finished his cereal and he had a big hard on to get rid of before he stood up and left for school. For some reason, even though his mother had sucked his prick the previous night, it didn't seem right to go around displaying his hard on in front of her. He concentrated hard on making the thing return to normal and glanced at the wall clock. If he was going to be ready when Phil Kendall honked his car horn in five minutes he'd better make his cock return to normal. He decided to make conversation to help him at his task.
"Everything going all right at work?" he asked.
"Yes," his mother said, rinsing dishes and placing them in the dishwasher at the sink, "same as always I guess. There is a kind of lull now, though. There always is about now up until December and the Christmas shopping rush. How about you? Is that history teacher still giving you a bad time?"
His mother referred to Harrington, his history teacher who had given him a C at mid-term. Usually, Roger got all As (and Bs) at school but for some reason Harrington seemed to have it in for him. Even the fact that Roger's father was a national figure practically in the legal profession didn't seem to impress him.
"He's about the same, I guess," Roger said. "I'll just have to study harder from now on. He's a stickler when it comes to detail. Anything that smacks of generality bothers him. He always wants the exact date of a famous battle and the complete who, what, when, where, why of it. You can't exactly be creative with him. Mr.
Harrington wants the facts. No fooling around about it."
Roger stood up now, his erection gone, and just then Phil's horn sounded out front. He gave his mother a casual peck on the cheek, told her he was going to stop by some friends' houses after school but would be home to study well before she returned from work.
"Very well, Roger," she said, smiling, nothing out of the ordinary about her behavior as she hugged him briefly before releasing her son.
Outside, Roger slid into the sports car and bid Phil good morning. Phil was a good friend to have. Besides being old enough to drive and have his own car, he was what the girls called cute, therefore Roger found himself with a lot of girls as a result. In other words, they loitered around Phil-admiring his cleft chin, adult, confident manner, pale blue eyes, broad shoulders and so on-and as a result Roger experienced certain fringe benefits: leftovers.
Roger rammed the stick shift into first gear and peeled rubber as they swing out from the curb. "Jesus, it's colder than hell this morning," he muttered as he careened around a curve in the swank residential street. When they had turned onto the freeway and hit seventy mph, he said, "If you thought Sheila was a good lay, you just might be in for a surprise this afternoon," he said, winking lustfully. "We're going over with some of the guys to Ginny Talbot's place after school. There'll be about four girls and four guys. No squares. Everybody screws. If I can, I'll try to set you up with Ginny. I've already screwed her a couple of times and I'd like to have a shot at that new girl, Lori Bassey."
"Sure," Roger replied, grateful. Phil always seemed to be fixing him up. In fact, if weren't for Phil, Roger wouldn't have got his first piece of ass from Sheila last week. "Sounds like a winner."
Roger and Phil always discussed everything, especially girls, with complete honesty. When it came to sex they didn't spare any details. For just an instant, Roger felt an urge to tell him about last night's blow job, but of course he couldn't. How could you tell even your best friend that your own mother had sucked your cock last night?
"Ray and I will meet you for lunch in the cafeteria," Phil said "and we'll work out the details, but plan on meeting me at my car at the usual spot right on time so we can get over to Ginny's place right after school." He grinned lecherously, the experienced make-out artist instructing his neophyte buddy. "It always pays to arrive at one of these little gatherings early. You get an advantage that way. If you're late, you take a chance. It's better to get there quick and move in on the broads fast."
"Right," Roger said. "I hear you."
A few minutes later, Phil swung into the school parking lot and screeched the MG to a jerking halt. They got out, walked along the big fence that separated the driveway from the buildings and parted at the first building they came to. Phil threw his books over his shoulder. "See you at lunch," he said, looking a little like a mailman carrying his books belted together that way over his shoulder.
The morning classes passed uneventfully for Roger. He took fewer notes than usual and found himself thinking repeatedly about his sexual encounter with his mother. He wondered if his mother would come again to his room that night. In a way, he decided, if their secret sex sessions were to continue, he wished they could have some kind of schedule. For instance, if he managed to screw a girl one day there wasn't any point in his mother coming to his room that same night. This might present a real problem, too, what with the way Phil Kendall was lining him up with new girls all the time. like this afternoon, for instance. Suppose he managed to score with this Ginny Talbot? It would be kind of like having two desserts after a meal if his mother came and sucked his cock tonight.
Still, he could hardly put a note on his door and tell his mother that she would have to service him the following night because he'd already gotten laid. Well, he told himself, his mother probably didn't plan to have sex with him every night anyway. If she remained true to what she had told him last night, she would visit him about as often as he wanted. All he had to do was roll over and imply that he didn't want any sex on any particular night if he didn't feel like it.
Several times during his morning classes he found himself smiling broadly as he pondered this problem. In fact, twice he caught schoolmates looking at him strangely. It was sort of a different kind of problem to have all right. You went stalking girls your own age. If you got laid, then you postponed sex with your mother.
If you missed, then you had your mother warmed up in reserve to take care of your sexual needs. Pretty weird. Once his mother established some kind of pattern that became predictable, though, he could pace himself accordingly.
The final bell of the school day rang and Roger hastily departed Mr. Harrington's history class. Old man Harrington had lectured on a particularly dull aspect of the American Civil War today and Roger had been counting the minutes as he eagerly waited for his teacher's monotone voice to stop. At last that moment had arrived and now he was free-free to check out the pussy that would be waiting at Ginny Talbot's house!
In the parking lot, Phil's car was already warming up. Roger hopped in, tossed his books into the back and Phil backed out and hit the road. Several other cars joined them in front of the school, making a kind of caravan-a snatch parade to Ginny's house.
"Hey," Roger said, "you don't suppose Sheila will be at this thing, do you?"
"Probably not," Phil said. "Why?"
"Oh, I don't know. I'd feel sort of guilty, I guess. I screwed her last week and I haven't telephoned her or anything. If she was there I'd feel sort of obligated to be with her. Besides, I'm taking her to the Hallowe'en dance and everything."
"Roger, baby, you're going to have to learn to play the field. Never get hung up on any one broad. How can you swing with all kinds of different broads if you're going to feel obligated all the time? Take my word, Rog. Fuck 'em and forget 'em. Don't get the reputation as being an inconsiderate bastard, because girls talk, but you got to get over this being true and considerate kind of shit."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Roger said thoughtfully. Phil was a good teacher and he wanted to follow his advice to the letter.
Ginny Talbot lived over on the other side of town from Roger. About fifteen minutes later, Phil swung his MG to the curb and they got out. Girls and guys got out of the other cars that had parked behind them and they all went up the walkway to the front door. Phil rang the doorbell and in a moment Ginny answered the door.
"Wow! You guys sure got here fast," she said. "I just this instant got home myself. Come on in."
As Roger and Phil stepped inside, Phil took Ginny by the arm and stared directly into her brown eyes. "Ginny," he said, "this is my very best friend, Roger Dunham. Be extra nice to him, will you, honey? I mean, extra nice." Phil ran his hand through Ginny's blonde hair and glanced admiringly at her luscious, firm breasts and pert little ass.
Roger sensed that Ginny would much rather be "extra nice" to Phil as she acknowledged him with a smile that seemed to say, All right, Roger, I'll be nice to you but only for Phil's sake. Roger had seen Ginny around campus often and had admired her from afar. Now he gazed at her in genuine admiration with a tingle running up and down his spine. He knew she couldn't find him completely unacceptable. After all, he didn't have two heads or anything, but he wished he possessed whatever it was that Phil seemed to have. Phil apparently had some secret weapon in addition to his unusually manly physique and handsome features. Maybe he had an extra big cock, too. Mainly, though, he seemed to have the ability to literally hypnotize females, to make a girl feel the most important thing in the world to him
The house was not large and the eight boys and girls sat on the sofa and gathered around the coffee table, several of them sitting on the floor. Ginny left the room, then returned with a bottle of red wine, some marijuana and a pipe. Everybody let out whoops at the sight of the marijuana and waited impatiently while joints were rolled and glasses were filled with the wine. Ginny put some rock records on the stereo by the Ballin' Jack and everybody took turns dragging on the marijuana cigarettes while the music blared.
"You have a groovy little pad here," Phil complimented, inhaling from the reefer he held daintily between his fingers. He passed the joint to Roger.
"Small but nice," Ginny grinned, staring at his crotch. "Not like some other things I know."
Several of the other girls giggled.
Roger had smoked grass only a few times before. Phil was not a regular pot-head either so they seldom came in contact with weed.
Truth is, Roger feared others might find him square, so he didn't refuse to suck on the joint, but he got very little reaction from grass. It seemed to make him only slightly light-headed and uncoordinated; he preferred being in control of his senses. Others though, seemed to be affected greatly. like, right now. An uninhibited mood spread throughout the group and mouths were pressed tightly together in deep soul kisses within a short period. Boys' hands roamed without restraint over girls' breasts, thighs, even massaging their cunts beneath hip-hug-gers. And the girls reciprocated by kneading the boys' stiff erections bulging inside their Levi's and corduroys. Roger had never seen such frank sexual maneuvering in such a short time. Even Ginny, sprawled out on the floor beside him grew impatient with his few restrained kisses and now pulled him by the hand so that he lay stretched out beside her. He swallowed, accepting the fact that he was no Don Juan and grateful that his one conquest, Sheila Lathrop, was not here at the party.
Sheila threw a leg over his hip and pressed both of his palms firmly against her tits. She wore no bra and almost immediately Roger's prick rose alert and ready. "Any friend of Phil's is a friend of mine," Ginny whispered hoarsely in his ear. "If the group scene bothers you, we can go back and take our clothes off in my room."
"No, no," Roger protested, the aroma of her perfume filling his nostrils as he squeezed her big tits in his hands. Over his shoulder, Roger was astounded to see that Phil's prick stood bare and dribbling for all the group to admire. The new girl at school, Lori Bassey, was either an experienced hand at group sex or else once again Phil's magnetic charm had worked its magic, for lovely Lori began jacking off Phil's prick and staring at it lovingly as she worked. Phil had his hand up her twat finger-fucking her while he sucked on her twin ivory mounds. Lori's hip-huggers lay in a heap beside her and after another few minutes of foreplay Phil lay Lori back so that the hip-huggers served as a pillow for her red hair.
Everywhere, people were in various stages of undress and fondling one another's bodies. Sounds of passion and heavy breathing could be heard whenever a recording came to the end. Roger and Ginny were well behind the pace of the group sexually and Roger hoped Ginny didn't think him too slow a lover. Despite himself, he was still a little shy and it bothered him somewhat to be with another girl so soon after fucking Sheila, not to mention his affair with his own mother the previous night.
Ginny was not too impatient though and didn't seem to find his reticence annoying. Finally, though, she did step things up by clutching at his hard on. She squeezed it like a sponge and emitted a little squeal of delight. "Umm, you have a nice big one, Roger," she purred. "I knew Philsie wouldn't tell me to be nice to a boy who didn't have something special. Suck on my titties, will you? Suck on them nice and gentle at first while I take your cock out and play with that big whanger and balls. This is a treat."
Roger complied, lifting up Ginny's blouse so that he could mouth her erect nipples and tease them with his tongue. He began to lap more and more greedily, drawing each brown hungry nipple deep into his mouth while Ginny's tickling hands brought his engorged rod to the absolute bursting point. She knew what to do with a cock all right and in a matter of minutes Roger was near coming. He held her wrist suddenly to prevent his premature ejaculation and lay panting hard in her ear.
"Ummm," Ginny cooed. "I love a boy who doesn't get so excited he comes all over you before he even gets it in. You are nice. Where have you been hiding, anyway?"
'I've been waiting for you," Roger said, trying to play the role of veteran lover.
With that, Ginny slid her hip-huggers down over her ankles and then slipped her panties off, too. "Any time you want, lover," she breathed. "Your tongue, your cock, whatever ... any place you want...."
She lay with her head turned to the side, breathing hard and waiting for Roger to have his way with her. Roger stared at the patch of blonde pubic hair and her rounded tummy and her long legs that were parted in readiness. He was just about to begin licking at her stomach in preparation for mouthing her tantalizing cunt when he heard loud sucking behind him. The records had come to a stop-the stack having played-and there were sounds of suction and moaning pleas all about him. Still, there was one very loud, special sucking noise directly behind him. He turned and saw that Lori, the newcomer, was bug-eyed with lust and greedily gobbling Phil's hunk of meat furiously. She seemed at the point of hysteria as she tongued and squeezed the pulsing male organ.
First, she would shove Phil's cock into her mouth as if she wanted to take it all the way down into her stomach, and then she would stare at it adoringly and run her tongue tip about its head and foreskin as she watched the expression of rapture on Phil's face.
Impatient now, Ginny sat up to see what was holding Roger up. She sighted Lori making a meal of Phil's crotch and said: "Watching is fun, but let's you and me have some fun of our own, okay? Still, it is fun to watch, huh? Beautiful, too. Come on. Kiss my snatch a little and I'll lick your dick. Then we'll get down to some real fucking, Roger."
Roger looked about him at the boys and girls getting down to serious sex play. Why was he always so damned shy? he asked himself. Here was a girl begging to do anything and everything with him and he was anxious to indulge in any sexual activity either of them could imagine. Why, then, did her willingness shock him slightly. He wanted what she wanted, so what was he waiting for? Was it that he had fucked Sheila a few days ago? Yes, he guessed that had something to do with his feelings. Grow up, he told himself. Everybody around is hot and ready and eager to fuck and suck, so grow up and get going.
Ginny seemed to sense his inner conflict and, following his gaze to the other members of the party, said: "See, there's nothing to be afraid of. You're a handsome boy and nobody is going to hurt you. It's a beautiful afternoon and we're going to make each other feel good. I like you and I want you very much. I really do like you, Roger, not just because Phil asked me to be nice to you. All right?"
"What shall we do first?" Roger asked, breathing faster.
"Everything."
"What that boy is doing to that girl?" Roger suggested, looking at the boy they called Flip eating a chubby girl's cunt.
"Umm-hmm."
"And what Lori is doing to Phil? And what that couple is doing there on the floor?" The couple on the floor was fucking dog-style.
"I already told you we can do anything, Roger." She giggled. "I think you just like to hear me say it again because it sort of turns you on, right?"
Roger considered this. Maybe she was right. "Yeah, I guess so," he admitted.
"Okay then, come on," she coaxed, fondling his cock harder.
Even for a veteran sex party girl, Ginny was amazing. When Roger began sucking hard, very hard, on her ripe full breasts, she clamped him hard around his neck and urged him on with desperate pleas. He used all the skill at his command to excite this new sex partner while she took out his cock and began fondling his prick and balls with a devotion he knew had to be genuine. Soon, he was dripping all over the floor and her hands but he didn't care. He massaged her pussy for a while, then slipped off her hip-huggers and worked his hand up from her bare knees and began lightly stroking her satin-smooth inner-thighs before he finally stroked the sopping wet treasure of her tight pussy. Her cunt felt every bit as tight as Sheila's slit.
Ginny squeezed harder on his organ, stroking it faster in a steady up and down motion. "It's really a beautiful thing you have, Roger," she breathed. "You have a nice strong thing and-and what you're doing-it-it drives me crazy. Don't put it in yet, please? Let's-let's play a while longer before you stick your cock inside me, please?"
"All right," Roger said, grateful for whatever advice he could get from a more experienced partner. "Sure, I guess there's lots of time so-so there's no use in hurrying. We'll-we'll just take it easy."
"Good," Ginny said. "I'm glad you're not one of those boys who just wants to stick it in and come quick. Ummm...."
To his amazement, Ginny's experience had calmed him so that he ventured to say and do things which would have been impossible with a less understanding partner. He told her how much he wanted to taste between her legs and how much he had liked sucking her tits. He told her how beautiful it felt having her hands playing with his cock and nuts. Words and phrases he had never dared utter to anyone began flowing naturally from his mouth and the realization that he was suddenly less inhibited than ever before excited him to a frenzy. Also, in a way, he found himself wanting to be a kind of super lover, a craftsman. He wanted to drive her out of her mind the way Phil had driven the newcomer, Lori, out of her mind.
The grass was working. As though by magic his dream of exciting her to the heights began to happen! He could tell by her heaving tits and belly caving in and out that she craved everything he said: she wanted his tongue-his tongue-inside her cunt, and she wanted his cock to fill her steaming vagina just the way he described it. He kept on, repeating his innermost desires and descriptions of what he wanted to do to her as he massaged her body and she began moaning loudly and biting at his ears and neck. Finally, he made a platform with one hand beneath her ass and began manipulating her pubic mound with the other hand as his mouth drew nearer and nearer to her love hole. When he began nuzzling her fragrant snatch she began pumping uncontrollably with her hips and sighing, her hands clutching at his hair.
Ever so slowly, he allowed his eager tongue to lightly dart about her labia, teasingly, tantalizingly, with a skill he had never dreamed himself capable, until his hand beneath her buttocks was drenched with her gushing love juice. He engulfed each lip of her dripping cunt in his mouth and ran his tongue up and down the length of her fiery chasm. Now, he sensed, it was time to concentrate on her clitoris. He parted her slit with his fingers and took her large clit into his mouth. Instantly she was transported off into a land of ecstasy, pressing her pelvis at his lips like some mad woman who needed an orgasm worse than a thirst-crazed man needs water or a starving man craves food. She had to achieve a climax-had to!
Ginny was tearing at his hair, gasping in total and utter need for fulfillment. She had to come and he loved delivering what she had to have. Although he had never touched a girl's rectum, his finger now found its way to her tight anus and began wiggling back and forth, tickling, while he continued tonguing her tingling clit.
"Oh, Roger! Nobody-nobody ever did that to me ... it's heaven ... I never-never felt anything like-like that before..."
Her cries rose even louder than Sheila's had the afternoon on his living room couch, piercing and crashing through the room. She shuddered desperately and then she pushed his head away.
"No! No! I almost came, but I want your cock inside me, Roger. I want your big beautiful cock to make me come. I want you to shoot off inside of me, too, so that it feels the same for both of us at the same time."
Roger prepared to mount her, but suddenly she stopped him and grabbed him about the waist. Trembling all over, she panted with her head against his stomach. "Oh, I-I don't know what it is I want. I-I want everything. I want you to fuck me but I want to suck you, too. Oh, what shall I do?"
She emitted a frightening little squeal then-a pitiful sound of confusion and conflicting desire-and dove for his prick. With a strength Roger had not believed possible in a girl, she threw him onto his back and began mouthing his organ-devouring his balls and lapping at his cock. Finally, she took his stout whanger in her hand and stuffed it into her mouth. Her head bobbing in urgent rhythm, she began shoving his tool in and out of her feverish mouth, babbling incoherently at the same time.
When he was just about to come-so close that he felt as though his balls would explode-he pulled her starving mouth from his rod under protest and lay her on her back. Her semen-drenched mouth found his cheek and began showering it with kisses. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Please fuck me!" she babbled.
If possible, her cunt was even mushier than before when he'd been gobbling it. He placed the head of his gristle hunk at the entrance of her hole and slowly began feeding the length of it into the hot wet of her. He held her legs up high and watched his prick until it was in all the way to the hilt. Then, still watching, he fucked her slowly and deliberately, reveling in plunging his aching shaft in and out of her oven-hot twat.
"Roger," she moaned. "Oh, what cock! Oh, that big, hot cock right up my hole! Pump it at me hard. I want to feel it all the way up to my tummy!"
Doris began rotating her hips insanely so that her velvet-smooth pussy massaged every pore of Roger's penis. They went on talking, making "fuck-talk" and staring into each other's eyes as they moved. Roger had never dreamed himself capable of such lack of inhibition before. Here he was fucking for the second time in his life and all thought that he might not be doing everything just right had left him. He reveled in the sheer pleasure of a male inside a female with total abandon.
"Does-does it feel real nice?" Ginny asked him, gasping.
"Oh, you know it does. It's-it's better than anything in the world," he said.
"Does it really-really feel that good? Tell me! Tell me?" she asked, already knowing the answer, Roger knew, but wanting to hear him say it anyway.
"Yes, we're fucking ... fucking ... fucking. I don't care about anything but just fucking you right now. I don't care about school or anything. All I care about is just fucking you this minute, Ginny."
"I love it when you tell me things like that," Ginny said. "Boys never talk much when they fuck me." She blinked her eyes rapidly as her hips worked methodically, grinding the heat of her snatch over his cock so that it moved from side to side inside of her. It was unbelievably slippery and hot and it clenched his stiff tool with an almost vise-like grip.
"I can feel you up there," she said. "I'm squeezing with my cunt muscles. Can you feel it? It's nice and stiff and I love to squeeze it with my muscles this way and ride it and ride it like this and feel it sticking way up there. Pretty soon you'll shoot your sperm-all your white stuff-way up in me and it will feel good, won't it? It will feel better than anything, won't it? Can you feel me squeezing your cock with my cunt, Roger? Can you? Tell me if you can."
"Yes, I can feel you squeezing," he said. "It-it feels better than anything. I liked thatthat squeezing my prick that way."
"You know something, Roger."
"What?"
"I like doing this-fucking, I mean-better than anything. I'd rather fuck than do anything. I-I'd like to just fuck all the time. Would you?"
"Yes-yes," Roger breathed. "I-I'd like to just fuck all the time, too."
Plunging his rod between Ginny's inviting pink, cunt lips-feeling her squeezing his prick with her vaginal walls this way was driving him to a point of insanity. He could no longer carry on a running conversation with Ginny because his brain just wouldn't work anymore. He couldn't think or reason. He could only plunge harder and deeper and feel, feel, feel, not think anymore. He hoped she understood that he couldn't carry on a conversation anymore. She didn't complain, though, and she had stopped asking him questions, so he guessed just fucking was satisfying both of them.
Kevin grasped the cheeks of her ass harder in both of his hands, kneaded and clutched harder, plunging, plunging, thrusting with all his might into the oven-depths of her as he satisfied her hoarsely whispered (unintelligible now) demands in his ear. She was spewing words he had never thought girls even knew now and he thought again and again: I'm fucking. I'm fucking. My cock is inside a cunt and I'm fucking.
Suddenly, without warning, she ceased her frantic, twisting pumping motion and began gripping his cock with her cunt muscles again, milking his bursting member teasingly. He did not understand how she could change her tempo at will and play what amounted to games at a time like this. And then she was off again, riding and shoving her ass up from the floor to meet his driving pelvis, spreading her legs to the breaking point and grinding her heaving tummy against his stomach and grinding her cunt lips against his pubic hair so that she could feel every inch of his rock-hard cock against her inner pleasure hole.
Roger felt as though every speck of his swollen, bone-hard pole was sopping up her love juice, like a sponge, sucking out the heat from her cavern, her scalding flesh that squished and scraped against his tingling organ. Holding back slightly, Roger guessed because of the others in the room, Ginny's ecstatic whimpering grew louder and shriller despite herself, and when she began coming (he knew intuitively, instinctively that she was coming even before she told him) her hoarse, guttural whispers became pleading breath-whines. "ROGER! Roger. Oh now. This is the best ever. The best! Now ... Oh, Roger ... NOW!
For an instant, Roger felt as though the top of his head would blow off, explode into fragments, and his balls would disintegrate as the delicious orgasmic current racked both of their spasming bodies. They lay there, clasped tightly together, spent and panting, until finally Ginny said. "Roger, that was the best fuck I ever had. Honest."
Applause jarred both of them and they realized that they had been fucking for a long time to an audience. The boom of hands clapping made Roger's erection dwindle to nothing at once and he felt embarrassment. Apparently everybody else had finished and had just sat there watching the thrashing young couple copulate and make fuck-talk on the floor. Roger rolled over and his prick made a popping sound as it slid from Ginny's vagina. Both of them dressed hastily and sat up on the floor again.
"I heard you, Ginny," Phil said, grinning. "Here I thought I was the best lay you ever had and you go and tell Roger he's the best." He winked at Roger. "Looks like my best friend is my competitor for the title King of the Studs."
Everybody laughed, including the newcomer Lori who looked disheveled from her fuck-and-suck session with Phil. "As far as I'm concerned, you're tops. The best I ever had, anyway," Lori said. "I don't know, though. I'm sort of inexperienced. Maybe I ought to give Roger a try and make a-a comparison."
The group howled at this, and Phil gave her a tender slap on her bare ass. "Oh, no you don't," Phil said. "I've already lost one admirer to the Fuck King there and I don't intend to risk losing another."
They smoked some more grass and finished off the last of the wine as they talked for fifteen minutes or so. Then, apologetically, Ginny said: "I hate to ruin a good thing, gang, but both of my parents work and my mother'll be home from work in half an hour. We'd better call it a day." S
Everybody helped straighten the living room up and then, smiling and thanking their hostess, they left. Minutes later, as Phil and Roger drove toward Roger's house, Roger said, "Jesus, I'd heard about sex parties, but I always figured they were for college kids or adults. This bunch is really something. They fuck in front of each other and everything."
Phil laughed. "Stick with me, pal. I have a nose for sniffing out the action. So you enjoyed yourself, huh?"
"Enjoyed myself? That Ginny is fantastic! Do most girls fuck like her? "
"Unfortunately, no. She's pretty special all right. That's why I introduced you to her. Still, she seemed to be pretty impressed with you. I'd say you have the makings of a genuine cocks-man, Rog."
Roger blushed proudly. Coming from Phil, that was quite a compliment. He hoped the group would get together again soon. Secretly, he was anxious to give that new girl, Lori, a good fucking. She had indicated that she might be willing, even if jokingly, and he was truly beginning to think of himself as competition for Phil.
When Phil pulled the MG up in front of Roger's house, Roger got out and thanked Phil for including him in the fuck party. "Don't mention it," Phil said. "Good to see you get your feet wet-get a little experience. Correction. Not feet wet. I mean, cock wet."
They both laughed.
"Oh, and you don't have to worry about getting any of those girls pregnant either. They all take the Pill. I just thought you might like to know. Well, so long. See you tomorrow morning at the same time."
"Right," Roger said and turned and walked up the driveway as Phil's car roared away.
"Cocksman," Roger said aloud as he turned the key in the front door. "Cocksman." He rather liked the sound of the word. Yes, he had indeed been a cocksman today and he had every intention of continuing to live up to the name.