Doug and Angie were lying on the grass in the quadrangle. Too soon the bell would ring and they'd have to go to classes. But for now they could lay close together, enjoying the nearness of their bodies.
"You know what time I hate the most?" Angie asked.
"What?"
"Friday night."
"Wha-at?"
Angie slipped her hand down between their bodies and put it on his crotch. "Because I know it'll be a whole seven days before we can make love again."
"Don't do that here," Doug said alarmed. He looked around to see if anyone was looking at them. No one seemed to be.
"We shouldn't be ashamed of being in love," Angie protested.
"Angie," Doug said disapprovingly. "You know how people are. They'll say we're too young anyway. They don't think we ought to know anything about it. Or to feel any desire."
"We ought to invite them over on Friday night," Angie said playfully. "Can't you see Mr. Bailey and my mother watching us make love?" She started laughing loudly at the thought.
"Shhh! Someone will hear," Doug cautioned.
"No one's even near us."
"Brad's coming over this way."
Angie made a face. "I hope he doesn't start a fight again. Don't fight with him. For any reason."
"Take it easy. No sense in looking for trouble."
"Hi, there, you two," Brad called as he approached them. "Been having a lot of sex lately?"
"Is that al you ever think of?" Doug asked.
"Got a better topic?" Brad asked.
"I would think an operator like you would have," Angie put in.
"With you, it would be dishonorable to think of anything else," Brad said mockingly, as he flopped down on the grass beside her.
Angie laughed scornfully. "What a line!"
"Mamzelle, you wound me!" Brad exclaimed, melodramatically. He clapped a hand over his heart, threw himself flat on the grass, and pretended to be dead.
Angie laughed in spite of herself.
Mary Jane and two of her friends came over, attracted by Brad.
"O, Angie," Mary Jane exclaimed. "Are you coming to the dance tonight?"
"No, I'm busy Friday nights," Angie said casually.
"Oh, you should come," Mary Jane squealed. "We had so much fun last time. Didn't we, girls?"
The girls chorused the affirmative.
A bell rang to signify the end of the lunch period and the resumption of classes.
Doug got up. "Well, I must be off."
"Bye now," Angie smiled secretively to him.
Brad sat up. He took in Angie's smile and looked appraisingly at Doug as he walked away.
"Brad, are you coming to the dance tonight?" Mary Jane gushed.
"Not if I can find something better to do." He narrowed his eyes and looked at Angie.
She looked at him wide-eyed.
"You've been looking good lately," Brad said to Angie. He turned to the other girls. "Don't you think so?"
"She sure has," Mary Jane said. She looked enviously at Angie.
To her chagrin, Angie blushed.
"You do," Brad insisted. "Maybe it's because you have a boyfriend now."
Angie's chin went up haughtily. "He's just a friend."
"Friend or not, it's made a change in you," Brad said.
"How?" Angie asked.
"Ohh," Brad searched for words. "You're happier – more approachable."
"Oh, I'm not," Angie protested.
"I'd like to get to know you better," Brad said confidently. "When can I come over? Tonight?"
"No," Angie objected. "Tonight is Friday."
"So?" Brad smiled enigmatically. "What's so sacred about Friday?"
"Nothing," Angie replied. "It's just that I already have plans for tonight."
"Why can't I be included?" Brad persisted.
"Because why should I change my plans?" Angie said mockingly.
"Because you'd like to take pity on a poor homeless bachelor," Brad mocked back at her.
Mary Jane and her friends clustered around Angie, obviously impressed by Brad's pursuit of her.
Angie preened, proud to be the center of attention. "What would we do if you did come over?" she asked tentatively.
"What you usually do," Brad said boldly, his face expressionless. He added, "We could play records."
"Maybe you could come over for a little while," Angie said carelessly, with a guarded glance at the girls. She was rewarded with envious expressions on their faces.
"What time?"
"7:30," Angie said. Then she thought for a moment. "No, better make it 8."
Brad studied her face. "Not 7:30. 8."
That afternoon, after school, Angie went straight home and went to her bedroom and laid on her bed and began to worry about what she had done. What if Brad found out about what she and Doug were doing? He'd probably tell and then she'd be in a mess. Her mother would die from the shock. It was dangerous to let him come. Maybe she should call him and tell him not to come? The envious faces of Mary Jane and her girlfriends came into her memory. Their avid glances and rapt attention to her verbal tongue-of-war with Brad pleased her all over again. They had walked with her to her classroom afterwards, chatting with her like old friends. Her dreams of friendship were coming true.
Her mind was rationalizing. Why not let Brad come? It would be a joke on Doug. They would talk and play records for a while and then they'd send him home early. She and Doug could make love afterwards. She could have the best of everything.
Finally, she heard her name being called.
"Angelica."
It was her mother calling! What did she want?
"Angelica!"
"Yes, Mother."
"Open your door."
Angie swung off the bed, padded to the door and opened it a crack.
"Yes?" Angie asked.
"Aren't you going to let me in?" he mother asked, somewhat uncertainly.
Angie stepped back and opened the door wider. Now what? she asked herself. The occasions her mother visited her room were in frequent. Angie stood, waiting.
Mr. Marlowe seemed uneasy. She kept prowling about the room, seemingly unable to settle down. The silence grew strained. Embarrassing. Angie determined not to break it. Let her. She invaded my room. I didn't ask her to come.
"Well," Mrs. Marlowe said nervously. She cleared her throat loudly. "I've – I've been thinking. About what you asked me. And – and I think it's time you did know-some things," she ended lamely. She stopped, confused, and look at the floor.
Angie watched her mother with clear eyes. She supposed she should feel sorry for her but all she could feel was indifference and, yes, pity. If she could only see what a pitiful spectacle she was making of herself!
Mrs. Marlowe looked up at Angie, couldn't bear to look in her probing eyes, and looked out the window.
"It's hard to explain," she started again hesitantly. "Especially to a younger girl. Only married women really need to know."
Angie's eyes met hers unflinchingly. Her mother looked away quickly again.
"But, girls should be aware – they should watch out for compromising situations. Like, you should never stay alone in a room with any boy-or man. And don't let them touch you. Anywhere. Men are animals. It's their nature. A girl has to protect herself."
"From what?" Angie asked innocently.
The simple question threw her mother in a tizzy. Her face turned red, her mouth opened involuntarily and hung open, bereft of words. Obviously, her mind was confused and shame filled her body.
"What happens, Mother?" Angie asked stubbornly.
Her mother concentrated on a spot on the floor. "They touch you. It doesn't feel good. And you'll probably get pregnant right away." She frowned, searching for words. "It's better to put all thought of sex out of your mind now." She straightened up. "And now you've been warned."
"Warned against what?" Angie asked, disgusted.
"About getting pregnant."
"I wasn't wanting to," Angie said. "I just wanted to know how it happens."
Her mother looked at her silently for a long moment. "You don't have to worry about it until you're married." She added with a playful smile, "And that's several years in the future."
"Where do babies come from?" Angie asked point blank.
"From love," Mrs. Marlowe said, embarrassed.
"Then where did I come from?"
"What do you mean?" her mother asked, confused.
"You don't love Daddy."
Mrs. Marlowe turned white with an almost rising anger. She sat in agony for a few moments, trying to control herself. Finally, she said, "It has nothing to do with you."
Angie looked directly at her. "Yet, it has. I might have had a sister or a brother."
Mrs. Marlowe jumped up. "Impudent!" she screamed.
"Isn't it true?" Angie persisted.
"You're just as bad as your father – always getting off the subject." Mrs. Marlowe rushed out of the room.
It's just as well, Angie thought as she lay back on her bed. She can't tell a straight story anyway.
But an idea kept popping into her mind and bothering her. Something must be wrong with me because I enjoy sex. There must be some good reason why Mom is uptight about it. I must be a pervert of some kind. A nymphomaniac!
She got up and turned on the stereo as loud as it would go, subconsciously wishing to drown her thoughts in noise.
She poked through her clothes closet. I must dress up tonight. Brad's coming. I hope Doug won't be mad at me. We'll get rid of Brad some way. Then we can have it out. I can't go on. Shame engulfed her. I must stop. It must be wrong to enjoy sex. Why, I don't know. It seems so natural, once you get the hang of it. I wish I had a mother who could help me. Tears filled her eyes, her vision became blurry. She had difficulty seeing the dresses. The tears silently rolled down both cheeks and dropped on the floor.
When the doorbell rang at 7:30, Angie was waiting. She'd had second thoughts about surprising Doug and bad decided to tell him Brad was coming.
"Oh, Doug…" she said as she opened the door.
Brad stepped in. "I hope you're not disappointed that it's me," he said with a confident smirk on his young face.
"I told you to come at eight," Angie said angrily.
Brad hit his palm against his forehead in simulated distress. "Did you? You told me two times – seven-thirty and eight. And I kept thinking, 'Not eight, seven-thirty.' I must have turned them around."
"You're not welcome until eight," Angie said coldly.
"I have nowhere to go," Brad said self-pityingly.
"Walk around the block a few times," Angie said, unmoved.
"You wouldn't throw me out," Brad protested lightly, with a dangerous tone in his voice.
Angie could see that he had no intention of leaving and she knew she wasn't strong enough to throw him out alone. She decided it would be smarter to play along with him.
"You can look over the records in the rumpus room while I get a bottle of wine," she said, leading him to the rumpus room.
Brad looked approvingly at the elaborate stereo set built into the wall and the shelves filled with records.
"Make yourself at home," Angie said, turning to go. "I'll be right back."
She hurried up to the kitchen and rushed into the breakfast nook and dialed Doug's phone number.
"Who're you calling?" Brad asked behind her.
Angie jumped in surprise. She turned to see Brad lounging in the doorway, grinning at her in an oppressive way.
"Hello," Doug's voice said in the phone, "hello."
Angie hung up the receiver. "My mother told me to call her at the dinner party they're at. But no one answers."
She smiled appealingly at Brad and slipped past him to the kitchen. "I put a bottle of wine to cool in the refrigerator. Do you like port?"
"I can take it or leave it," Brad said pompously, following her.
With the wine and three glasses on a tray, she led him back down to the rumpus room. She set the tray on a table.
"Would you like some now or shall we wait until Doug comes?" she asked.
"Why not now?" Brad asked, playing a sophisticated man-of-the-world type.
"You pick out a record while I open the wine," Angie directed.
Good gosh, he was hard to talk to! And he kept looking at her in that insinuating way. She must reach the front door first to warn Doug. She kept hoping the doorbell would ring soon.
Brad pretended to look for a record. Is she nervous! he thought. Those two must have been up to something. I'm going to be there when old Douggie boy steps in the door. He put a record on and turned the volume down low so he could hear the doorbell.
Angie poured wine into two glasses. "Turn the volume up, I can't hear it," she told him innocently.
Brad turned it up a little bit. They smiled at each other sincerely.
Angie handed him his glass of wine. They continued to measure each other with their eyes. Panic began to gain possession of Angie. Doug should get here any minute, she kept thinking. I've got to be upstairs when he comes! She tried to think of an excuse to leave.
"Oh, dear!" she said. "I forgot the coasters. Mother'll be so mad. Wait here. I'll run up and get them."
She dashed upstairs. Brad followed at a discreet distance. She went into the kitchen. Brad watched her open a drawer and take some coasters out. Then she stood uncertainly, not wanting to leave. The doorbell rang. Brad watched her dash down the hall and open the door.
In a high voice, Angie said, "Doug! I've got to tell you…"
Doug, stepped in the door saying, "Hi, baby!" and grabbed her and kissed her soundly.
Angie struggled to get him to stop but Doug responded by bending her body backward and running his hand up her skirt to the crotch band of her panties. Angie tried to pull his hands away. In vain.
"Well, hello, you love birds," Brad said in an amused tone.
Doug and Angie pulled apart guiltily.
"Just as I thought," Brad said happily. "There's nothing like learning from experience, is there?"
"What's he doing here?" Doug asked Angie angrily.
"She invited me," Brad answered quickly.
"Why?" Doug asked Angie, humiliation and, rage colored his tone.
Angie was devastated by the quick turn of events. "I-I…" she faltered. She hadn't anticipated such a disastrous end.
"Why not?" Brad sneered. "You're not going to be selfish and keep all the experiences for yourself?"
Doug glared angrily at Brad; then he looked at Angie. She just stood looking back at him, with dumb black eyes. She's not even sorry for what she's done, he thought, enraged.
"Let's show him what we can do. That's what you wanted, wasn't it?" Doug shouted at her. And before she could make a protest, he picked her up and ran with her down the hall to her bedroom. Brad ran after them. Doug tore her clothes off and tore his own off and threw her on the bed. He began manipulating her naked young body. His kisses bruised her lips. She tried to keep her teeth closed but when she gasped in pain at his brutal caresses, his tongue drove in deep. It filled her mouth and she choked and fought back now he swirled his tongue around and around and in and out. And… in spite of her revulsion of another boy watching, she could feel her body begin to get hot when he played with her breast, lightly touching the nipple.
No, no, she thought. I don't want to. Not like this! But he moved his hand down between her legs and lightly brushed up the smooth inner softness of her thighs. Desire flamed in her and her body voluntarily opened her legs. Gently he caressed her clitoris and it erected. Her excited body ignored her mind. It began writhing in answer to his touches. Her buttocks began flexing, rocking her body back and forth. She pushed her pelvis up against Doug's pelvis and felt his hardened cock slip wetly into her open vagina.
All this time, Brad watched them fascinated. He saw Doug sink his hardened rod of quivering flesh deep inside her soft hair-lined pussy. He watched it pump up and down, in and out, making an exciting wet sucking noise as it probed faster and faster. Their bodies banged into each other; their faces began to look tortured. He had never imagined anything like this! Contorted muscles, wild breathing. His cock erected and his body began to burn. He began undressing so that he would be ready to fuck this wild young chick when his time came.
Caught up in her passion, Angie pulled her legs farther back and began to grind her young excited cunt more and more wildly up against Doug's pelvis. She could feel her orgasm coming; and then Doug's body locked on hers. While her body burned in frustration, he jerked and emptied great gushing streams of hot, white cum deep up into her wildly clasping cuntal passage.
Doug collapsed on her and then rolled off, a limp heap on the bed.
"I want to try it," Brad said eagerly, grabbing the helpless girl's ankles and spreading them far apart. He looked at her vagina to see where he should ram his cock in. It was all red, open and surrounded by a tantalizing ring of soft curly pubic hair. My God, he didn't think a girl that small could have such a big hole! He dropped down between her open thighs and his large hard penis slipped in easily; an electric thrill shot through him when he felt it close wetly and snugly around the shaft. He began rocking back and forth like he'd seen Doug doing. His penis got more and more excited. He pushed harder and harder and faster and faster in her. He felt like pushing his hardened penis all the way through her until it reached up and came out of her mouth.
Angie hadn't had time to think between the time Doug had rolled off of her and the time Brad had got on. Her vagina felt full again with a penis. Passion had dulled her senses. She couldn't fight back. Naked desire ran through her body again. She began pushing up and down against Brad. She could feel his penis push in and pull out, sliding up and down against the wet, slippery sides of her vagina. The walls were engorged with blood and formed a warm tight fitting tunnel around the swollen shaft of his penis. She strained her vaginal muscles hard against Brad's impaling cock, enclosing it tightly. The walls tried to lock it in her; not to let it out. To make it go deeper and deeper into her. To swallow it. To squeeze all the pleasure and life-giving sperm completely out of it.
Brad began panting heavier and heavier. His enlarged prick banged harder and faster into her; banging into her cervix. His excitement became delirious. He could feel the semen coming; it spurted out. Each spurt sent an exquisite pleasure-pain through him. His mind became maelstrom, and then he collapsed, exhausted, over Angie.
After his breathing subsided, his mind began to work. Man! He'd never been turned on like that before. Kee-rystos. He wanted another ride on that spinning wheel.
Brad rolled off Angie onto the bed. He saw Doug sitting cross-legged on the floor. His penis arched upward, strong and hard.
"Keep her warm," Brad said. "Man, I wanna fuck that little pussy 'til she can't walk!"
But he was too tired to do anything now; he couldn't wait for that feeling to pass and he wanted another joy ride between those long hot legs.
Doug didn't say anything. When he'd recovered from his orgasm, he'd found himself watching Brad working over Angie, his slim muscular buttocks pumping hard between her widespread thighs. The sight had sickened and repelled him. He'd tried to turn away, not to look, but he'd found he wasn't strong enough. The sight of the tortured faces, the sweating, straining bodies, the hardened flesh of Brad's cock sinking into the soft, hair-lined mouth of her cunt, fascinated him. He'd felt his own excitement return again; his penis erected. When Brad told him to keep Angie warm he thought, why not? What's done is done. No sense going home burning.
Doug got up and climbed onto the bed. He could see Angie's whole naked crotch and thighs glistening with male sperm and sexual fluids. Her vulvar lips were grossly swollen; the inner lips were bright red. Her vagina was engorged; the hole open and dark. What strange forbidden pleasures lurked there!
He slid his penis into the lubricated tunnel; he could feel the vaginal walls close around it like warm, melted butter. His penis felt hotter. As his passion mounted, his mind turned off, killing his conscience. His mind told him he shouldn't do this but his body wouldn't stop. His penis felt too excited to stop. He began slooping his hardened, slightly curved shaft in and out of her. She lay unresisting under him, moaning all the while. His passion mounted and he fucked her harder and he felt her body respond. They rocked together wildly, pushing against each other harder and harder, straining muscles, fighting for breath.
Angie's body burned with unreleased tension. The boys had reached their orgasms but they hadn't waited for her to reach hers. Maybe she would this time. She pulled back her legs and pushed her naked pubic mound hard up against Doug. His cock sunk all the way into her cunt, pinioning her cervix. The semen began to burn within his shaft and then without warning, exploded! Like volcanic tongues of searing pleasure it spewed from his penis, erupting in the hungrily milking walls of her vagina. His mind tripped out. He tried to hold the pleasure-pain – to make it last – but too soon it burned out in short sputtering jets of cum. He collapsed, panting.
"Get off. I'm ready," Brad ordered.
Brad stood by the bed, avidly watching them, a cruel smile playing on his lips. His distended penis engorged with blood, pointing in the air.
Weakly, Doug rolled off Angie's body. "Can't you let her rest a moment? She looks tired."
"I'll be easy on her," Brad said.
He enjoyed looking at Angie's inert naked body spread out obscenely on the bed. Her head was thrown back, her arms and legs spread-eagled. Her fists were clenched. Her vulvar lips and vagina abnormally swollen; her vagina flowered open and oozing white, trickling semen. He shoved Doug aside and threw himself between her legs. His monstrous penis squeezed into the waiting pink cunt; the tight fit gave his penis an exquisite jolt of pleasure. His body began to undulate on top of her. His excitement mounted and he strained and fucked into her brutally.
By this time Angie's mind had long ago turned off. She could no longer think, only feel. And her body felt only one thing – a burning sexual excitement that was never satisfied. The burning had lost all of its pain; it had only pleasure left. Her vulvar area burned and burned and burned, but she couldn't reach an orgasm.
For a moment her body felt light and free and her vagina unpressured. Then she felt a leaden penis worm its way inside again and tease up and down against her throbbing vaginal walls. Her vagina felt too full. The huge penis pulled the soft fleshy walls in and out with it. Each push and pull was beautiful. The movements began to go faster and faster, turning each little individual moan into one long scream. She cried out helplessly for fulfillment. Her mind became blurry, but she was aware that the ejaculate was spraying her vagina and she was sorry that the penis would shrivel and become soft and disappear.
Brad cried out in ecstasy and his body went limp and heavy on hers too soon. He rolled off.
"Your turn," Brad said to Doug.
"Let's stop now. She really looks out of it." Doug objected.
"I don't care whether you want to or not," Brad said savagely. "Just keep her hot for me. I want to fuck her again."
Doug felt pity for Angie in such a distorted position. Her face had a dreamy, almost unconscious smile. She kept her legs pulled back, her pelvis arched upward, displaying her tight, hair-lined cuntal lips, her red, gaping vaginal opening, waiting for the next hardened cock.
Doug could see that Brad meant what he said and was afraid of what Brad would do to Angie if he didn't fuck her now.
Doug crawled between her legs and slid his partly-erect penis into the waiting vagina. It's slipping warm walls pressed tightly against his cock, as if to squeeze out the semen, and stimulated his penis to a full erection. A breath caught in his throat when his penis started burning. Automatically, his whole body started working over her, pushing in and out. He could feel his penis pull the walls out and push them back in. He pressed deeper and deeper, faster and faster, trying to stimulate the trigger that would shoot the semen into her.
Brad sat close by, fondling his slippery flaccid penis in his hands. Angie's tortured face stirred his desire but Doug's exertions, the flexing muscles in his buttocks, his penis pulling in and out of sight, his loud gasping pants, his contorted face, fed his sexual excitement even more. Gently he tickled the head of his penis as he watched Doug's body writhe grotesquely over Angie's body. Soon he felt his penis perk up in his hands. He cupped a hand over the shaft and rubbed back and forth, sliding it faster and faster. Gradually his penis enlarged and hardened in his hands. He was ready for the next trip. He could hardly wait for Doug to stop.
Brad could see that Doug was near his climax. His long body pushes shortened and quickened. His penis pulled out of the vagina less and less. He could see Doug's body make the last anguished push into her and his whole body stiffened and held. Doug had her pinned down to the mattress like a butterfly and Brad could imagine the feel of his semen squirting into her – each spurt a delicious agony.
He stood up ready to go. When Doug's body collapsed, he pushed it off of Angie's body. A triumphant feeling rose in him as he surveyed her exhausted, but still unfulfilled body. Her arched pelvis, glistening of semen and sexual lubrication, excited him. He ran his fingers lightly up her inner thighs and wormed a finger deep up in her vagina.
Angie groaned and tried to pull her legs back further to accommodate the entering penis.
"Good girl," he said gloatingly. He climbed onto her body and rammed his engorged penis into her. The tunnel felt smaller than the last time, but the tighter pressure of the walls on his penis stimulated him more. Each push of his cock was doubly exciting because of the pressure. He pushed into her as hard as he could. He couldn't wait for involuntary rhythm to start. He pounded into her unmercifully, yanking his penis all the way out only to push it in harder and deeper. The shaft brushed sensuously against her abnormally distended vaginal walls.
Angie moaned at each forward thrust. His penis felt like a rock, pounding into her, brushing her walls with each push and scraping her with each pull.
Brad paid no attention to her exhausted moans. He rode her as hard as he could: beating his penis against her cervix. His buttocks flexed and forcibly pressed his penis straighter and deeper into her vagina. The loud wet sucking sounds emitted when he pulled his cock out spurred him on. He pressed faster and deeper, his body pounding on top of hers. The end of his penis hardened and burned. It strove to fuse with her belly. Brad ground his body down harder and harder between Angie's widespread legs.
Now Angie was groaning continually.
At last his climax came – he could feel the ejaculate coming. His body contracted regularly and fast and the exquisite sensations as the ejaculate spurted into her. His mind whirled in the sensation; it encompassed his whole body, and then it melted away.
Brad rolled off Angie's body and flopped limply on the bed beside her. After he had recovered somewhat he was surprised to see Doug dressed, sitting on a chair, observing him.
"Giving up?" Brad taunted.
"Yes," Doug said firmly, "and you are, too."
Brad turned his head to look at Angie. She was lying inert beside him, her body still spread-eagled open, ready for intercourse. "Well, she's not much good now anyway. Didn't help at all the last time," he complained.
"Get up and get dressed," Doug said. "We'll go."
While Brad dressed, Doug went over to help Angie. He straightened her exhausted body and maneuvered it underneath the blankets. He got a washcloth and a glass of water from the bathroom. Gently, he wiped her face and held her head up to force a little water into her mouth.
"Are you ready, nurse?" Brad asked impatiently.
Doug disappeared into the bathroom and put the washcloth and glass back. "Coming," he said.
Brad took one last greedy look at Angie, lying on the bed. "Get plenty of rest, baby," he said with a snicker. "I'll be back with more ammunition. We'll have a fucking good time."