Tom spent most of that night jerking off. The memory of what he had seen at the creek stayed with him and drove him on to a jerk-off marathon.
Jerking off all night didn't cure his horny rage. The next day Tom set out to get what he could from any chick he could find.
He walked over to the playground, but it was too early for any of the girls to gather there. He went to the coffee shop and there spotted Sue and Gail.
Tom had once necked with Sue in the movie theater. She was a good kisser, but she never let him grab her tits. Gail had a reputation as a cock-teaser. Tom knew he didn't have much of a chance with either girl, but had promised himself earlier that he would try anything.
He froze when he saw them though. Since he felt obliged to make a stab at fucking one of them, he walked to where they were sitting, but when he got there he was almost too nervous to speak.
"Hi, Tom," Gail said.
"Hi," he said, standing near their booth.
"Hi, Tom," Sue said cheerily. "Sit down."
"Thanks," Tom said. Tom sat next to Sue so he could keep his eyes on Gail. Gail had the biggest tits in the school, and she liked to show them off. Today she was wearing a tight jersey without a bra, and her mammoth tits stuck out proudly on her chest.
Tom knew it wasn't too cool to let his eyes rest on her jugs, but when he stared at them he saw the nipples stiffen against the jersey.
"What's the matter, Tom?" Gail asked. "Haven't you seen tits before?"
Tom wasn't at all prepared for such a blunt comment, but welcomed it just the same after all, he wasn't going to get anywhere by being shy.
"Not like yours," he said, looking Gail in the eyes for the first time.
They all laughed. The ice was broken, but Tom knew he still had a long way to go before getting fucked.
They all talked and giggled. It was a lot of fun to sit around with two sexy chicks, but Tom didn't let himself forget what he was after. Finally Sue said she was going to the ladies' room.
"I'll go with you," Gail said.
Tom stood up to let Sue out of the booth, but caught Gail by the wrist as she rose to follow.
"Why don't you stay here?" he said to her. "I want to talk to you. Besides, why do you girls always have to go to the bathroom together?"
Gail sat down again. She was smiling, waiting to see what Tom had to say. Sue shrugged her shoulders and left.
"You're blushing," Gail said.
Tom wished she wouldn't make this so difficult for him. He considered leaving, but his prick was hard and he was determined.
"I want to tell you how sexy you are," Tom said. "Let's go somewhere where we can be alone."
"What about Sue?" Gail asked.
"What about her? Tell her you're going with me," Tom said.
"You're sweet, Tom," Gail said. "But I can't just ditch Sue. Besides, we have plans to go shopping for some clothes."
Now that he had started his pitch, Tom felt more relaxed. It didn't look like he was going to get anywhere with Gail, but he felt good about asking, and he continued.
"But you can go shopping later," he offered.
"No, really, we have to go now," Gail said.
"Then meet me later," Tom implored. "How about after dinner? We can go over to the park."
"I don't think so," Gail said. "But I'll be at the movies on Saturday. I'll sit with you if you want."
"But we can't do anything in the movies," Tom said.
Gail laughed. "Tom, I always thought you were shy."
"I'm not shy any more," he said. "And I want to fuck you."
"O-o-o-o," Gail said happily. "You should know I don't do that."
By that time, Sue had returned and sat down. The girls glanced at each other and said they had to be going.
Tom was glad when they were gone. It had been fun trying to talk Gail into fucking him, and he knew that she was telling Sue all about it at that very moment.
Tom knew he would lose his reputation for being shy, but he was hornier than ever. As he sat there with his empty Coke glass he wondered what else he could do to solve his problem.
Then Joyce came into the coffee shop. He watched her walk to the counter and sit down. At first Tom didn't even consider Joyce to be a possible fuck. After all, no one he had ever met claimed to have even kissed her, and she never showed up at the movie theater.
But Tom began to wonder about the possibilities anyway. She wasn't really cute, and she was slightly heavy. It wouldn't do his reputation any good to be seen with her.
What the hell, though, Tom thought. She's a girl; she's got a cunt.
Before he knew what he was doing Tom found himself walking to the counter. He sat next to Joyce, his eyes on her big tits.
"Oh, hi, Tom," she said when she noticed him.
"Hi," Tom said.
Joyce had been in one of Tom's classes, so they talked about school and some of the kids they knew.
Tom liked talking to Joyce. He couldn't see why she wasn't popular, and he was beginning to feel excited about the possibility of getting something from her.
As far as Tom knew, no one had ever tried to fuck Joyce; she was of an unknown quality. Tom felt like an explorer in some remote part of the world.
When Joyce finished her ice cream, Tom asked her to go for a walk. She agreed.
As they paid their bills Tom adjusted the lump in his pants so he could walk comfortably. He led her toward the creek where he and Jack had seen the fucking couple. Soon they were walking though fields of tall grass where they could lie down and not be seen.
But how do I make the switch from strolling to necking? Tom thought. He didn't want to use the same technique on Joyce that he'd used on Gail, and not only because it hadn't worked. Joyce was a different type, Tom knew, so she had to be handled differently.
He decided that taking her hand would be the first step. He looked at her hand swinging by her side. What would she think if he took her hand suddenly? Tom wondered. He decided that would be the best way to let her know what was on his mind, but he delayed, it wasn't that easy.
"Let's walk over to the creek," Joyce suggested. "Yeah, okay," Tom said. He was still glancing at her hand, and suddenly decided to reach for it.
With all his courage gathered, he took the swinging hand.
As soon as Tom felt Joyce's cool hand in his, he was given a surprise. Joyce not only let him hold her hand, but she held his hand eagerly, her finger intertwining with his. She looked at him with a warm smile.
Tom was flabbergasted, this was almost toe easy! Of course he hadn't gotten anywhere yet, but so far he couldn't have asked for more. Since she was letting him hold her hand, Tom figured she would at bent kiss him.
They arrived at the creek and sat down on the bank. Tom hadn't loosened his grip on her hand, and Joyce was still holding his hand as tightly as ever.
Tom hadn't thought of a thing to say since he'd taken Joyce's hand. Since he was so eager to try his luck he simply turned his face to Joyce and leaned toward her.
Their lips met. Tom was amazed at how well Joyce could kiss. She kissed him better than any of the girls who went to the Saturday movies and sat with boys.
"You're a good kisser," Tom told her win they parted.
"So are you," Joyce said.
Tom let go of her hand and put his arms around her, and they kissed again. This time they both opened their mouths, and their tongues came together eagerly.
Tom could feel Joyce's giant tits pressing against his chest. Her saliva was sweet, and she seemed to be after the same thing he was.
Tom couldn't believe that he had never thought of trying to neck with Joyce before today. How many other chicks remained untried like Joyce?
Tom could feel Joyce's body under his hands. He had a hand on her back just above her ass, and another on her hip. Not very exciting territory, he knew, but just having this chick in his arms and his tongue in her mouth was fabulously exciting to a horny kid.
After kissing for a while Tom decided that it was time to lunge for the huge mound of her tits, so he thrust his tongue, deeply into her mouth, held her tighter, and began moving his hand up from her hip.
Tom's fingers traveled over the material of Joyce's blouse. He felt the fleshiness of her body, and then his fingers met the swelling of her tit.
Tom stopped his hand when he came to the bottom of one globe. He wasn't sure if Joyce was going to stop him, but he moved his hand up onto the firm boob anyway.
"M-m-m-m-m," Joyce hummed into Tom's mouth when he squeezed her tit.
She likes it, Tom told himself. He couldn't have been happier.
He had never had such a large jug in his hands before, and he could tell immediately that she wasn't wearing a bra. The heavy flesh of her tit rested in Tom's hand as his fingers buried themselves into the jellied softness.
Tom once gain remembered the couple that he and Jack had watched near here a few days ago. He knew that with luck he and Joyce could re-enact that scene.
Tom pushed Joyce back until they were lying side by side. When he felt how her tit lay on her chest in the new position he felt a thrill rush through him.
Tom massaged the soft tit, he felt the nipple stiffen against his palm. He took the stiff bud of her nipple between his thumb and index finger and rolled it around.
Pressing the lump of his prick against Joyce's hip, Tom felt his jism coming to a boil. But the tit in his hand was calling for more attention, so Tom struggled with the buttons of Joyce's blouse until they yielded. He slipped his hand inside.
Now he was holding her naked tit. It was much more exciting, Tom found, to hold her jug without her blouse in the way. The skin of those round beauties was so incredibly smooth!
Tom opened the blouse so that Joyce's tits were exposed to the light of day, and then lifted his face and gazed down at them.
"You're beautiful," Tom gasped. As he stared at the white tits with their dark, stiff nipples, they seemed to be staring back at him.
"Oh, Tom," Joyce moaned. "Kiss my tits."
That was just what Tom had in mind. His face dropped to one of her nipples. His mouth opened and he began sucking hungrily.
Joyce wrapped her arms around Tom's head, holding his face so firmly against her huge boob that he couldn't breath. Tom took a quick breath as he moved his head from one gorgeous globe to the other.
Tom felt as though he were swimming in a heavenly softness. He was gobbling as much tit-flesh into his mouth as he could, and his tongue was fluttering over the stiff nipple. With his mouth full of tit and Joyce clutching at him, Tom had never been so aroused.
As he sucked those lovely knockers his face became smeared with his own saliva, and he experimented with these new toys. Holding them together, he wedged his face between them. Then he moved her tits around to see how far they could travel over her chest.
Tom was learning a quick lesson in anatomy, but he was an eager student and wanted to move on to the next lesson.
Still stuffing his mouth and hands with Joyce's firm tits, he reached for one of her thighs. When he rested his hand on the thick thigh he felt her body twitch.
"Oh, Tom," Joyce moaned. "Oh-h-h-h-h." Tom couldn't believe how passionate Joyce sounded. She was having as much fun as he, and that meant that she wouldn't stop him – or so Tom hoped.
His fingers began sliding along her blue jeans-covered thigh. Tom neared her crotch, Tom thought he could feel heat radiating from her cunt.
"Uh-h-h-h-h," Joyce groaned when the boy's fingers pressed into her crotch.
Tom couldn't feel much through the thick folds of the denim that protected her crotch, but he could feel the incredible heat.
Having his fingers right on Joyce's cunt, but held back by her jeans, was very frustrating for Tom. He would have liked to ask her to take her pants off, but he knew that was unheard of for teens their age.
The only way he was going to get at her naked cunt was to creep slowly into her pants with his fingers. Meanwhile he would have to keep her climbing the ladder of lust.
Tom moved up beside Joyce's face so he could kiss her mouth – that way he could keep her gagged so she couldn't tell him to stop.
He leaned on her too, pinning her to the ground. The more incapacitated she became, the better his chances would be, he figured.
"M-m-m-m-m," Joyce moaned as she sucked his tongue so deeply into her mouth it hurt.
Tom didn't care about a little pain. He moved his fingers up to the button on Joyce's jeans. He was so excited that the button became the most important thing in the world.
Don't stop me, don't stop me, please, don't stop me, Tom was screaming inside his head.
She didn't stop him.
The button of her jeans opened under his fingers, and Tom could feel the pit of her belly button.
But the treasure he was after was still out of reach. As Tom pulled down the zipper of her pants, though, the tender skin of her lower belly lay exposed to his fingers.
A thrilling sense of victory began to fill Tom as his fingers met the elastic waistband of Joyce's undies. Now he knew he was getting close!
Joyce was beginning to wiggle in Tom's embrace, and nothing like this had ever happened to the boy before. At first he didn't know what to make of it, but then he remembered how the chick he'd seen getting fucked wiggled and squirmed.
Tom began to think he was actually going to get fucked, and the thought filled him with wild excitement.
His prick, trapped in his pants, was still pressed against Joyce's side. His cock was getting a real treat with the way she was squirming.
Meanwhile, Tom's fingers slid down Joyce's belly under her silky panties. Soon his fingers found the top of her pubic goatee.
Tom gasped deep breaths through his nose as he continued trading tongues with the squirming chick, and as his fingers slid over her cunt he became almost delirious with passion.
Although it was getting rather tight down there in Joyce's crotch, Tom did manage to reach her cunt.
"Ow-w-w-w-w-w," Joyce gasped as soon as Tom's finger parted her hairy cunt-lips. Her hips began twitching and jerking, and Tom's prick was being squeezed in his pants as the soft side of Joyce's hip ground against him.
Cramming his hand as far into her pants as he could, Tom was finally able to reach up her flowing cuntal sleeve.
Exploring that narrow chamber was the highlight of Tom's life. This is what he'd been dreaming about for years, but until that moment a girl's pussy seemed as remote as the moon.
Tom remembered a friend who said that once you finger-fucked a chick, you could fuck her. Tom hoped it was true.
The interior of Joyce's twat was amazing to the newcomer. The lining of that cave was satin smooth and running with hot, slippery fluid. Tom could tell that this tunnel was, custom-made to hold a hard cock.
Joyce was responding! She clung to Tom's neck as though her life depended on it. Her hips pumped and writhed, and in her sexy motion her tits wobbled and rolled on her chest.
Tom lifted his face from hers to get a glimpse of a chick in heat. He saw Joyce's lustful expression and the way her tits danced, but she pulled his face into the nape of her neck as though she didn't want to be seen in her tit of passion.
"Oh, Tom, Tom," Joyce cried hoarsely. "It feels so GOOD!"
The girl's words made Tom proud of himself. "I've never been so excited," he admitted breathlessly.
That was true – too true. Just as Tom drilled her cunt with his finger his prick was being rubbed between his belly and the cotton of his shorts as Joyce's hip wiggled violently against him.
It was just too much for Tom to have his prick undergo that sort of stimulation as excited as he was, and although he began to feel the joy of an imminent orgasm he didn't take it as a warning.
"Uh-h-h-h-h, uh-h-h-h-h-h," he began grunting.
When he realized what was happening it was already too late. Even if he had wanted to he couldn't have pulled his throbbing crotch away horn Joyce's thrashing hip in time.
Suddenly, Tom was in the grip of pure ecstasy. His long middle finger kept stirring the juice in Joyce's twat, but his mind was short-circuiting with climactic rapture.
Only when Tom had passed the peak of his joy and felt the hot wetness bathing his prick did he fully realize what had happened.
It seemed that Joyce knew what happened too. Suddenly Tom felt terrible. He had come in his pants on the verge of getting fucked.
Now he pulled his crotch from Joyce's side and looked down at himself. Joyce looked too. There was a huge wet spot on his jeans, and there was a smaller wet spot on Joyce's side.
"Wow, you really must have been hot," Joyce said understandingly.
"Yeah," Tom said. "I got some of it on your pants. I'm sorry."
"That's okay," Joyce said. "But please keep fingering me!"
Tom had stopped moving his finger around in Joyce's cunt when he came, but his finger was still lying in the grip of her tunnel. Like a real trooper, Tom began massaging the interior of her twat again. Joyce immediately began writhing again.
"Don't look at me!" she said as she tried to pull Tom's face down beside hers.
"But I want to," he protested. "You look so nice!"
Joyce relented and let Tom watch her in the throes of sexual passion. He'd never seen anything like it.
"O-o-o-o-o!" Joyce squealed.
Tom saw her lift her shoulders from the ground as she curled up in ecstasy, but when he felt the tunnel of her cunt tightening with spasms on his finger Tom was really amazed. She was coming, and it was his own finger that was causing it!
Tom watched in awe as Joyce came. Her face was tightly knotted in an expression of extreme lust. She let a high-pitched squeal escape from her open mouth, and her body shivered crazily.
Then her dint stopped contracting and she relaxed. In fact she seemed to melt in. Tom's embrace.
"Oh, that was nice," she said…
Tom pulled his finger from her cave, but he kept his hand on the fuzzy mound of her cunt. "Do you ever do that to yourself?" he asked.
Joyce looked at him for a few seconds before nodding.
Tom was glad to know that a chick had to masturbate too. "Gee, I'm a mess," Tom said, looking down at his pants again. "How can I even walk home like this?"
"I'll walk with you," Joyce said. "If we see anyone we know, I'll stand between you and them."
Tom was glad she was being so helpful, and again he wondered why he hadn't thought of asking Joyce out long before this.
The cooling jism in his pants felt terrible, but before long Tom and Joyce had reached his house.
"Can we go back to the creek tomorrow?" he asked.
"I'd love to," Joyce said. "But I'm leaving for camp. I won't be home until August."
The news was very disappointing for Tom. "Let's go out tonight then," he said.
"I can't," Joyce said. "My parents are taking me out to dinner."
Tom knew then that he had blown his chance. "But I'll be looking forward to seeing you when I get home from camp," Joyce said.
"Yeah," Tom said.
They stood there for a few seconds. Tom wanted to kiss her, but he was afraid his mother might see. He didn't want her asking about this girl.
They said goodbye, and as Joyce walked down the street Tom felt as far from getting fucked as ever.
But he had fingered her, and he'd seen her come; that was something.
As he walked into the house he happened to scratch his nose, and the discovery that the odor of Joyce's cunt was still fresh on his finger made him so excited he ran to his room and jerked off.