Chapter 8
The arcade at the mall was huge, especially for such a small town as our. There were well over one hundred machines that gobbled up quarters, almost as fast as one could insert them in their bowels. The arcade was also the local hangout for kids who had nothing else to do. Most parents, ours included, didn't like their children hanging around the arcade, figuring it was a waste of time, and a waste of their hard earned money. None-the-less, the arcade thrived, and was considered the lesser of other possible evils.
As we approached, I immediately spotted Mark's bright blonde head standing just outside the door, and wondered how long he had been waiting. He was wearing a pair of skin tight faded jeans, and again I wondered how his mother let him out like that.
"Jesus fucking Christ, will you check that out!" Sheila squealed. "If he's wearing underwear I'll kiss your ass-hole."
"I don't think you'll have to," I shot back, "'cause I agree with you. I bet he's even half hard, just thinking about us."
The three of us exchanged big knowing smiles the moment he saw us, and when we were within arm's length, I said, "Hello sexy, how's your body?"
Mark grinned, somewhat embarrassed by the directness of my comment, and the admiring look to his crotch. "Hi. Not bad, and yours?"
Sheila wasted no time with small talk. With a coy smile, she asked, "What have you got on under those jeans?"
"Nothing."
"It shows, sweetheart."
"You shouldn't be looking," he teased, "if it bothers you."
"It doesn't bother me stud, but aren't you afraid that a couple of hot broads will come along and rape you?"
"Sheila, you're vulgar!" I pretended mock outrage at her comment. Mark was enjoying the attention.
I was curious to learn how things were around his house, so I inquired, "How rough was your Mother on you?".
"She'll get over it. She's still a bit cool, but she hasn't said anything."
"How come she came back so fucking early?"
"When she got to the hospital, the lady she went to visit was sleeping, and she didn't want to wake her up, so she went back home.
After you left, she lectured me for awhile about my sinful ways, and said I was old enough to know better, and should control myself, if only for my Father's sake. She's afraid Dad will be asked to give up this parish if I scandalize the family."
"Is that all she's worried about?" I asked.
"No," he went on, "she's also worried about being a grandmother with a teenage daughter-in-law. I told her we didn't do anything to make that possible, and that seemed to calm her down a little.
"Since then, she's never mentioned it, but she's been like an ice cube, although she's thawing out slowly."
The red Mustang pulled up, and parked about thirty feet away. Sheila went over, poked her head in the passenger window, and talked to Brad. Mark and I stood there watching, not being able to hear the conversation. Later, my sister told me she told him to go to the drugstore and buy some condoms, and he said he didn't have to, he had a box in the glove department.
"Who's that guy?" Mark asked. He watched Sheila's ass wiggle as she talked to Brad.
"Brad Whitman," I said, and then remembered Mark was new in town, so added, "Doctor Whitman's son. He's a pre-med student."
"Kind of old for her, isn't he?"
Before I had a chance to answer, Sheila spun around, and waved us over to the car. "Come on guys! Brad's going to give us a ride."
I was tempted to ask, "How do you mean that?", but thought better of it. Mark seemed to hesitate a little, but followed none the less. After greeting Brad, I introduced him to Mark.
Brad didn't seem too happy about having Mark along. I also learned later, that Sheila told Brad I had the hots for Mark. She had suggested that he drop Mark and me off at a different point up at the lake, and they would continue on and find another spot by themselves.
Mark and I rode in the back seat. As we rode along the curvy back roads, again with the radio blasting, I reached over and placed my hand on the soft bulge between Mark's legs. I was snuggled up as close to him as I could get. He looked at me as if I were crazy, but didn't resist. He was sitting directly behind Brad, who couldn't see where my hand was unless he turned a full ninety degrees. Mark's cock responded quickly to my kneading fingers.
When my sister saw what I was doing, she just smiled, and slid closer to Brad, and placed her hand in his lap. I couldn't see it, but I knew she was holding onto his cock. I saw Brad's head turn half way around to check us out in the back seat. He must have been satisfied that we couldn't see the action going on up front.
Sheila and I kept exchanging know it all glances, and smiles. At one point, she pulled away from Brad just enough for me to see her hand through the split seats, stroking his hard-on. I nodded my head up and down, and licked my lips, trying to tell her to take it out and suck on it.
But it was I who made the first move on Mark. I fumbled around and finally got the snaps on his jeans open, and that monster popped out. I knew he was having a fit, being exposed like that, but I had to break the ice sooner or later, and he was driving me wild. I looked lovingly at his stiff cock for only a few seconds before putting my mouth around it.
Little did I know while sucking on Mark's meat, that Sheila was doing the same thing up front. She had managed to extract Brad's dick, and dove on it almost immediately. This was too much for Brad.
He had to find out if we knew what was going on between his legs. When he spun around to look in the back, he didn't see my head, so he turned further, and saw me munching away on my tasty king sized hot dog.
"I don't fucking believe this!" Brad said in a half shout over the radio.
Sheila took her mouth off of his pecker, turned the radio down, and said, "Don't tell me you don't like it?"
"You kids are crazy." That was the second time he called us crazy.
I had taken my mouth off Mark's dong, and was pumping it up and down, and licking at it every once in awhile. "How far are we from the lake?" I asked, and licked the drooling cum from Mark's big fat cock head.
"We're approaching it now," Brad mumbled.
"Same spot?" Sheila asked.
"All of us. I thought you said ... " Brad never got to finish his sentence.
"It doesn't matter now does it?" Sheila's question was more of a statement of fact, and didn't need to be answered.
Brad parked the car in the same spot as the previous week, and took out the same blanket from the small trunk. We all headed towards the small clearing in the woods, making small talk, laughing, and being silly. Mark was the most reserved, and appeared to be the most nervous, but if he had any reservations or objections, he didn't voice them. He smiled timidly, and went along like a puppy dog.
As soon as the blanket was spread on the ground, the action started. Sheila took charge, and became the producer and director.
"Both of you guys, lay down, and make yourselves comfortable. Go on, lay down." They followed her orders.
"Let's see which one can get it up again the fastest." She knelt besides Brad, and tore his pants open, reached inside and took out a very small soft piece of meat. I did the exact same thing to Mark, but although his too was soft, it was long and limp. Both of us started sucking their dicks, and I don't recall who won the contest. The fact of the matter is, both cocks were quickly rock hard.
Both guys were laying back with their eyes closed, obviously enjoying having hungry mouths on their pricks. If Mark was shocked at my sudden willingness to suck his dick, he didn't say anything. As I was sucking him, I wondered what he was thinking. I remember thinking that this was one request he had made of me that was coming true. His second request, to 'put it in', was seriously being considered. But, could I take him? A banana is one thing; what I had in my hand and mouth quite another.
"Let's get comfortable guys." Sheila's voice stopped the action. "I think we're too hot for all these clothes."
My sister and I stood up, and started undressing slowly, looking down at the two hot studs in front I of us. Their eyes kept going from one another to us, but with big smiles. In fact, their smiles almost matched the length of their hard-ons, if that was physically possible.
"Come on you sexy studs, get those clothes off," Sheila ordered. "We want to watch you too, or do you think we don't get turned on by naked men?"
"Okay, okay." Brad had muttered his first words in a long time, and started to strip with Brad following his lead. Soon we were all naked, having thrown our clothes everywhere.
"Did anyone bring a picnic basket?" Sheila inquired. Not giving anyone time to answer, she asked me, "They boys look hungry don't they Ellen?" Her hand was rubbing up and down her hair covered slit, and I quickly got the message.
"Yea, they sure do look hungry."
"Well, why don't we feed them a boxed lunch?"
Laughing and giggling, she walked right over to Brad, and lowered her pussy to his mouth. Mark looked astonished at her directness, but not for long, because I quickly covered his face with my pussy. Both guys dug into the task of eating us out, while Sheila and I kissed and fondled tits above their I moving tongues.
Sheila pulled her twat from Brad's face, and stuck her tongue in his mouth. I stayed where I was, enjoying Mark's probing tongue, and watched them.
Sheila sat up, in a kneeling position behind and to the side of me. She reached over and wrapped her hand around Mark's thick cock, as if using it to steady herself. "Come here and eat me some more Brad." He rose, turned to lay on his stomach, and went between her legs head first.
"Come on, lick my clitty, put your tongue on the clit. That's it Brad, that's it."
She removed her hand from Mark's shaft, and took Brad's hand and raised it to her bouncing tit. After a moment of this, she took Brad's hand again, and moved it over to Mark's cock. As soon as Brad touched Mark's cock, he pulled it away as if he had placed it on a hot stove.
"Feel it Brad, go on, feel it," Sheila instructed.
Brad shook his head no.
Sheila leaned down and whispered something in his ear. She told me afterwards, she had said, "Don't you fucking dare to refuse my orders. Do what I tell you!"
I saw Brad's hand reach over and grasp Mark's throbbing erection. I know Mark was not aware of the fact that another man was holding it. He was busy licking away on my cunt, and probably thought it was either Sheila or me clinging to his pole.
When Sheila leaned down and whispered something else in Brad's ear, I saw the look of horror in his eyes. It was an unbelievable look, as if he couldn't comprehend that what he thought he heard was true. Sheila just smiled sweetly at this astonished look, and nodded her head. Slowly, ever so slowly, Brad raised his head, and moved it closer to Mark's crotch. I must admit that I was slightly appalled at what I knew was about to happen. I was probably a bit jealous too, and a little horrified that my sister could be so kinky, and such a bitch to force it on Brad.
Sure enough, Brad opened his mouth, and took the head of Mark's prick. Sheila reached over and placed a hand on the back of Brad's head, and pushed down. More of Mark's cock entered his mouth. Sheila leaned over, and whispered more instructions in Brad's ear.
Soon, Brad's head was bobbing up and down on Mark's cock, taking at least half of those nine inches plus with each downward thrust. Then, with Sheila's coaxing, I saw Brad's tongue move down and up, and all around the prick, licking every inch of it, and also licking up the wet jism drooling from the massive head of it. Soon it appeared that Brad was not finding it distasteful at all. He seemed to be enjoying the task of making my sister happy by fulfilling her command. When he looked up at her and saw her satisfied smile, he resumed his task with vigor.
Mark's hands were busy playing with my two tits as he ate me out. I was hoping he wouldn't reach behind me to caress the head sucking on his whang. I don't know how he would have taken it if he found out it wasn't a head full of long blonde hair surrounding the mouth working on him.
When Mark started moving his hips up and down, and groaning noises came from beneath my legs, I knew he was almost ready to shoot his load. Sheila must have sensed it too, for she immediately whispered to Brad again. That astonished look went back in his eyes, but he obeyed.
Brad opened his mouth wide, and inserted Mark's gigantic cock again. Sheila pushed Brad's head down as far as it would go, and Mark continued to twist and moan.
"She's going to make him swallow the stuff!" I thought. Sure enough, that's just what happened. Mark exploded in Brad's mouth. I saw Mark's heavy white sperm drool out of the corners of Brad's mouth when he pulled his face away from the still hard cock. Brad's eyes were evidently looking around for a place to spit out the creamy warm jism, but Sheila shook her head no.
Brad closed his eyes. He swallowed hard. His hand went to his mouth and wiped away what had dribbled out onto his chin. I wondered if it was the first time Brad had swallowed another man's cum.
It was exciting as hell to watch, because I had an orgasm viewing that scene, and Mark got his first taste of my juices.
Sheila got to find out second hand what a guy's cum tastes like, because she reached over and rewarded Brad with a passionate tongue kiss. He threw his arms around her and hugged her, returning her passionate kisses, as if he was grateful for her approval of a job well done.
After Mark finished licking out all my cum, I threw myself on top of him, and jammed my tongue into his mouth. We rolled around, kissing and hugging. When we stopped, we lay watching Sheila giving head to Brad.
Sheila had pushed Brad back down on his back, and was kneeling between his legs, frantically sucking his meat. Brad's eyes were tightly closed, and he was obviously enjoying the blow job. Every once in awhile my sister would remove her mouth, dart down to his balls, and lick them for a few seconds before resuming the blow job.
Mark's dick never did go completely down after he came off. Maybe half way, but now as we lay there watching the other two, I had a good grip on it, and had it worked up again.
"Mark," I whispered in his ear, "I want to go all the way with you."
"What do you mean?"
"Fuck me. I want you to be the first." I really couldn't believe I said it, but I did mean it.
"I don't think it's such a good idea Ellen. Not that I don't want to, but ... "
"Don't worry, Brad's got a safe.
"Brad, where are the rubbers?" I asked.
Brad opened his eyes for only a moment, pointed to his pile of clothes, and said, "In my pocket."
Mark went through the pockets of Brad's pants, found the box of condoms, and removed one of the tightly sealed foil packs. The writing on them said they were lubricated and had reservoir ends.
"I've never used one of these," Mark admitted, as he tore at the package.
"Have you ever needed to?" It was my coy way of asking if he too was a virgin.
"If you want the truth, no."
I was terribly pleased. Maybe I wasn't the first to swallow his load of cum, but I sure was going to be the first to ball him.
Mark fumbled with the gold foil wrapper until he extracted an ultra thin slippery rolled up rubber. His first attempt to put the condom on his stiff iron-like rod failed. I watched in fascination as he tried to cover his throbbing cock and determined he told me the truth about it being his first time. He turned the rolled up rubber over, and tried again. This time he was successful in covering the entire length with the transparent covering.
"Ready when you are." His smile of anticipation matched my own as he made the announcement.
As I rolled over on my back and spread my legs, I noticed Sheila still sucking away on Brads prick, alternating between his balls, and his shaft. Her eyes were wide open, watching Mark and me, and I'm sure she was getting turned on by the idea that my pussy was about to be filled with a monstrous pole.
Mark positioned himself between my opened legs. Holding his stiff rock hard pecker, he put the tip of it against my pussy hole.
"Go easy Baby, please." I was apprehensive now that I was looking down on his nine inches plus, only a second away from losing my virginity.
"Don't worry, I'll go slow," he promised, and pushed against my hole without penetrating. He was pushing my cunt lips inwards, instead of going in between them.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute," I protested. I put both hands between my legs, and peeled back the lips of my vulva. "Try it now, but go slow."
Mark was very gentle, and kept his promise. He inserted only a very little at a time, allowing me to get use to the feeling. When he had about four or five inches in my hole, I found myself twisting and pushing up to take more.
I looked up at the magnificent body above me, and adored his sweating muscles; trim beautiful body; and his handsome face. I thought of how lucky I was, having such a beautiful hunk of man screwing me for the first time.
Because he was so gentle with me, I found myself relaxing like a limp rag doll. My fears quickly vanished, and I started to tremble with pleasure, both mental and physical. The feeling of being stuffed with his hot rod was incredible.
Mark started to pump in and out once he reached the halfway point. On each inward thrust, he went in just a little more, until he had the whole thing in. He pressed against me and covered my mouth with his, leaving his cock buried to the hilt inside of my oven. I returned his tongue kissing, and felt his prick starting to move in and out, very slowly.
His enormous rod was driving me crazy with lust. I pulled my tongue out of his mouth, wrapped my arms tightly around his body, and moaned in his ear.
"Ohh Mark. Fuck me."
"Are you okay Baby?" he whispered.
"Yes, oh yes. It feels good.
Mark started to pump faster and faster, and I arched my back to meet each of his forward thrusts. My own juices were starting to flow, and I began to grab and claw at his back. I began to whimper and beg for more.
"Don't stop, don't stop. Ohh Mark, it feels so good." My eyes were tightly closed, and I must have been thrashing around wildly, because Mark grabbed my arms and pinned me to the ground. Opening my eyes, I saw him arch his back, and look down. Raising my head, I too looked down between our legs, and saw his cock plunging in-and out of my hot juicy pussy. I couldn't believe I was actually receiving such a long fat piece of meat. I couldn't believe how utterly wonderful it felt being stuffed with his pulsating pole.
Mark rode me like a wild stallion, and plowed in, right to the hilt. Our bodies were making loud slapping sounds with each forward thrust, and we were both in a state of wild abandon. I was full of lust for the excited wild young stud inside me.
I hadn't noticed Sheila until I heard her scream with pleasure. Looking over, I saw her sitting on top of Brad's prick, riding up and down on it. I could see the shiny rubber covering on Brad's shaft, and the thick rubber ring mingling with his pubic hair. Sheila's tits were bouncing up and down. Brad's hands were holding her tightly by the hips, as his cock slid in and out of her hole.
Mark's huge cock sliding in and out of my hot wet pussy and the sight of watching my sister riding up and down on top of Brad's steel-like shaft, turned me on like never before. I started screaming with pleasure, and Mark rode me harder. His started thrusting even more furious, and harder. My ass was being driven hard into the ground with each forward slam against my body. It hurt, but at the same time I loved being used so roughly in order to give such pleasure to the blonde beautiful stud on top of me.
Sheila was moaning too. Her sighs and groans were getting louder and louder. Soon we were both screaming.
"Mark, don't stop, don't stop. Oh, I love it, I love you!"
"I'm going to cum ... I can't help it," Mark was panting.
I felt my own orgasm swelling from somewhere deep inside me, and screamed with delight as the juices started spurting.
Mark was breathing, and seemed to have trouble breathing. He threw himself with a violent force against my stomach, and buried his prick in my pussy as far as he could get it, and shot his load. We both climaxed together. I could feel the force of his load shooting inside the protective rubber, and swelling it. His prick throbbed and jerked as he grinded his hips against me, and plunged his tongue into my mouth.
Brad had been rather silent in his frantic fucking movements, but when he went off like a rocket, he groaned loudly, and squeezed Sheila's tits so tightly she had to winch. "Oooh, ahhh," she wailed, screwing up her face in pain.
Mark pulled out, and rolled over on his back, still breathing deeply, but obvious content and happy. I looked at the rubber containing his sperm, and couldn't resist going for it. I peeled it off, and started licking his juicy wet cock head, devouring his salty warm jism. Then I kissed his cock all over before curling up in his arms.
Sheila and Brad had also disengaged themselves, and were passionately kissing one another.
Even though I was very content and happy at that moment, having just been screwed for the first time, and loving the young stud who was the first to get his rocks off in my cunt, I had other thoughts. Laying there exhausted like a limp rag doll, I thought of Pete, and made up my mind he was going to be next. I had to find out if a man was better than a boy.
We'll take our leave of our friends here. As you can imagine, there are several more adventures ahead for them, but they are the stuff of another tale. You might be interested in knowing, however, that Ellen married Mark, who became a preacher, and Sheila married Brad, who became a doctor. See, sometimes they do live happily ever after.