Willy and Ben lounged in the tall grass of the farm field adjacent the athletic fields. The football team wasn't practicing today due to the game tonight, but Willy and Ben hadn't sneaked to their hiding place in the grass after school today to watch football players maul each other. Today they had gone back there for one reason only – to discuss what they had seen last night.
"I never knew," said Ben. "I never knew that Mike and Brent fucked Janet, or that Tim fucks your sister. I bet Tim fucks Janet too."
"Sure," said Willy. "From what I hear, Tim's fucked every girl in school."
"Jeez! And we ain't never fucked anybody." Ben pulled on his bare toes nervously. Both teens had kicked off their shoes and were about ready to pull off their clothes and jack off.
"But we're gonna," said Willy.
"When?"
"Just as soon as you start waving your big dick at the chicks."
Ben unsnapped his jeans and unzipped the fly. His monstrous dick, hard as a rock, burst out and slapped up against his T-shirt. He sighed. "Oh, jeez, that's better." He looked at Willy. "Well, I wore these Goddamned tight pants today, and nothing happened."
The jeans Ben had on were two sizes too small for him. He hadn't worn them since before his dick had tripled in size, but they were the largest jeans he owned that weren't baggy on him. Until he could get some snug-fitting new jeans, they were all he had to wear if he wanted to show off his cock.
Willy gazed at Ben's pecker. No matter how many times he'd seen it, he couldn't help being stunned each time Ben took it out. Willy always insisted on feeling it to make sure it was real.
"But the chicks were looking, Benjy," Willy said. "I saw 'em. They were turning around behind your back. A lot of 'em got red in the face. You didn't see 'em because you were walking around looking at the floor like you always do. You've gotta look up and say hello, and they'll come running."
"All I wanna do is fuck," Ben pouted. "I don't wanna talk. I just wanna shove my dick up their pussies and fuck, the way Brent does. Brent doesn't waste time with talking. He just knocks the chick down and fucks her." Ben grabbed his prick and started jerking off.
"So do it," Willy said.
"I will," said Ben. "You just wait."
"When?"
"When I'm good and ready." Ben was ready. He'd been ready for two years, ever since his pubescent sex-juices had started flowing. But as confident and resolved as he felt while daydreaming and jacking off, when he was face-to-face with a girl, he was afraid to even look at her.
Ben stared at Willy who had taken out his prick and was jacking off with Ben. "When are you gonna start fucking?" he asked Willy. "You're always telling me to grab a chick and fuck her, but I never see you doing it."
Willy never got a chance to answer. Both teens smelled it at the same time – cigarette smoke – and they shut up immediately and rose to their feet. Leaning against the equipment shed, sucking on a cigarette and playing with her long blond hair, was Amy. She appeared jittery, impatient. She kept peering around the corner of the shed toward the high school, obviously waiting for somebody.
The teens sank back down. "Jeez," Willy said, "there she is again. Brent should be coming along any minute."
The teens almost shot off at the thought of watching another hot fuck scene. They crept toward the edge of the tall grass for a ring-side view of the action about to be.
Five minutes later, they were still waiting for the action to begin. Not only were they getting impatient, but hornier and hornier as well. Amy had sat down against the shed and had kicked off her shoes. As she sat there, blowing blue smoke into the sunshine, she shoved her free hand up under her red cheerleader's skirt and rubbed her pussy. As she rubbed, her toes wiggled.
"Holy shit!" Ben whispered. "She's jacking off!"
"Yeah," Willy muttered, salivating. "Chicks do it too, jack off their pussies."
"Jeez!" Ben whispered.
"You said it," Willy said. Saliva dripped from his chin.
Amy peered around the corner of the shed. "Goddamn it!" she swore. She tossed her cigarette on the ground. "Who the hell does he think he is?" She stood up and glared around the corner toward the school, hands on her hips. She wheeled back. "Fuck him!" She pulled off her cheerleader's outfit and flung it at the side of the shed. She stood there, dressed only in white bikini pants. She shoved he hand inside thorn.
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" Willy groaned. He quickly lifted his loins to avoid shooting off into the grass.
Ben lay next to him, panting loudly. Ben shook all over. He muttered something, but his lip trembled so hard that Willy couldn't understand him. He gave Willy a pained, longing stare, eyes glazed, face contorted. The expression on Ben's face frightened Willy. It was crazy.
"Benjy?" Willy said. He started to lay his hand on Ben's back, but before he could, Ben was up on his feet.
Ben staggered like a drunk out of the tall pass and down the edge of the athletic field toward the back of the equipment shod. His ten-and-a-half inch cock, now looking to be well over a foot, waved in the air like an ivory billy club. His tight pants had slid halfway down his thighs, but he made no effort to hold them up as he stumbled.
Amy had seen him from the moment he stopped out of the tall grass. She stood there with her mouth hanging open, her eyes riveted to Ben's cock. "Oh, my God!" she muttered again and again. "I don't believe it!"
By the time Ben got to her, Amy was on her knees, her tongue hanging out. She reached forward with both hands and grabbed Ben's cock as if it were a submarine sandwich. She drew it to her lips and kissed the head. Then she forced her mouth over it. She looked as if she was trying to swallow an arm. Her last words before sucking were, "I don't believe it!"
Ben groaned. A few tears rolled down his cheeks. His knees shook. His skinny ass made small humping motions.
Willy staggered out of his hiding place and made it to Ben's side. The two teens draped their arms around each other's shoulders to steady each other as the girl sucked Ben's cock. Willy's mind was a whir of excitement. He wasn't quite sure what was happening. All he was conscious of was Amy's mouth stretched over Ben's monstrous cock and of his own hand pumping his aching prick.
Ben's dick jerked so much in Amy's mouth that it almost lifted her off the ground. Amy could manage only to swallow the first third of Ben's dick, but that first third contained the magic pleasure areas – the fat, supersensitive head, and the ultrasensitive pleasure strand on the underside just below the head – so Ben got a full dose of the pleasure only a blow-job can offer.
Amy's mouth, though stretched until her lips almost tore and her jaws almost dislocated, sucked beautifully. Amy was as experienced at sucking cock as any whore, and now she applied all of that experience in sucking the biggest, hardest cock she'd ever lain eyes on. Her hot, wet tongue churned against the underside of Ben's dick until his eyes almost popped out. Within seconds, Ben exploded.
"Ohhhhh! I'm coming! Willy, I'm coming! I'm getting sucked off by a chick! Oh, Jesus!"
His skinny loins bucked uncontrollably, sending vibratory jolts through Amy's pretty blond head. His jism hurtled down Amy's throat. She gagged and choked. Willy threw both his arms around his spasming buddy to keep Ben from toppling over.
"Hold on, buddy," Willy gasped. "Hold on."
Willy himself was so excited by the sight of his best buddy spurting hot jism down a real chick's throat, that the contact of Willy's prick against Ben's hot ass as he pressed up against Ben to hold him was enough to bring Willy off. Just as Ben fired his last round of cum down Amy's throat, Willy fired his first against Ben's ass.
"Oh, jeez," Willy groaned. "I'm coming!"
Amy jerked her head off Ben's prick and clawed at Willy's legs. She gibbered frenziedly, jerking Willy's spasming loins toward her. A spurt of Willy's jism splatted against her forehead. Before Willy could get another shot at her, she swallowed his cock.
Willy almost fainted as Amy's hot mouth closed around his sensitive, spurting prick. He felt his nuts bloat up. He felt them pump. He felt the long, hot spurts of jism uncoil in his nuts and shoot through his cock while Amy's relentless tongue licked hot circles at the most sensitive part of his dick. It felt so good he wanted to die. He hugged Amy's blond head and humped, fucking her pretty mouth as if it were a cunt. As the last spasms caressed the depths of his loins, he felt himself melting, sinking into the earth. He closed his eyes and purred.
Suddenly, Ben was all over him as if he were trying to wrestle Willy to the ground. Willy was being dragged, his ecstatic dick being ripped out of the luscious, secure warmth of the girl's tender mouth.
"Run!" Ben shouted. "Willy, run! It's Brent!" Willy didn't have to be told twice. A glimpse of his gigantic form striding down the edge of the field toward the shed made enough adrenaline shoot into Willy's bloodstream that he could have run a four-minute mile. In a fraction of a second, Willy hurtled past Ben who was struggling to pull up his pants while he made his own getaway.
The two barefooted teens flew across the athletic fields like two antelope. Behind them they could hear Brent cursing. They ran effortlessly, their long hair streaming. It was only after dark that they dared creep back to their hiding place for their shoes.