After that first fuck, Jim and Peg stayed home a lot and entertained, themselves with each other's body. Jim was learning a lot, and Peg was having more fun than she'd had since her husband left her when Jim was still an infant.
At first, Jim hardly went out at all, but when their sex lives leveled off he began showing up at the soda shop once in a while. His, friends did notice a chance in him though. For one thing, he didn't seem as interested in pursuing chicks or in going back to visit Mrs. Nerdak.
One afternoon, while he was hanging around the soda shop with Joe, Tom and Chuck, Chuck suggested that they go see a few girls he knew in another part of town. It was a pretty rough neighborhood, but the chicks there had a reputation for putting out. The guys seemed to
think that it was a good idea even though there were certain dangers involved.
"What do you say. Jim?" Chuck asked him because he hadn't said a ward about the idea.:
Jim had heard what the guys were saying, but, as usual, his thoughts were with his mother, and the guys' conversation couldn't compete with those thoughts. Now he considered the idea. There was no reason for him to go all the way over there to look for a chick when there wasn't my possibility of finding one as nice as his mom. But he could use a change of scene.
"Yeah, let's go," he said.
The guys split up into two pairs to hitchhike. First Tom and Joe caught a ride, then Jim and Chuck stuck out their thumbs. They met in one of a grocery store as planned. When Chuck and Jim arrived, Tom and Joe were standing there drinking bottles of Coke.
"I'll go call Sally and see if we can come over," Chuck said and went into the store.
While the others waited outside. Jim heard his name called. They all turned and saw two chicks run up to them. They were good-looking, with tits bouncing inside their summer jerseys and blond hair flying. When they got closer, they could see that the girls wore a lot of makeup, unlike the girls in their own neighborhood.
Jim recognized them. He knew them from a party he had gone to at his cousin's house. He tried to remember their names. They kept running until they almost bumped into them, then they both kissed Jim on the lips. He felt proud to have his friends see these chicks run up and kiss him like that. He introduced them to his buddies. He was relieved that he had remembered their names: Pat and Sharon.
As they stood there talking, a car came squealing up to the curb. By that time, Chuck had came out of the store and the four boys felt a shiver as they saw four guys get out of the car. They were all bigger and older than Jim and his friends.
"Hi, Pat," one of them said. "These creeps bothering you?"
"They're not bothering us, Hank. Don't start trouble," Pat said.
"What are you guys doing around here?" Hank said. "You're not from around here."
"I said, don't start trouble," Pat repeated and began shoving the big guy back toward his car.. "Now leave us alone or I'll never talk to you again."
"Come on guys," Hank said to his friends and they got back into the car.
With squealing tires and a loud roar from the engine, the car sped away. Jim and his buddies
breathed a deep sigh of relict, and were grateful to Pat for saving them.
"Don't mind those creeps," Pat said. "They think they own the neighborhood."
"Yeah." Sharon said. "They can't stand the competition."
"Well, we've got to get going," Pat said. "It was nice meeting you guys." "Nice seeing you again, Jim."
The boys said good-bye, but wished they could go with them. Then they turned to Chuck to see what the word was about his girls.
"Sally said we should come right over," Chuck said triumphantly. "She's going to call some of her girl friends and invite them over."
The guys were excited, except for Jim. If a chick fell into his lap it would be nice, but he had all the fucking he could handle at home.
They headed for Sally's with high expectations. When that car came to a stop beside them again, they realized how they'd let themselves get carried away with the idea of seeing Sally and her friends. They should have known that these goons would show up again.
The guys stopped and watched with a sinking feeling in their stomachs as the four big guys got out of the car again and came over to them. One of them pointed at Jim.
"That's the one, Hank," he said to the biggest one. "He's the one who kissed Pat and Sharon."
"I didn't kiss them," Jim said. "They kissed me.
"I don't care who kissed who," Hank said. "I want you to net out of here before I beat you to a pulp," he said to Jim. "You guys can stay."
Jim and his friends could plainly see that they were no match for those other four. Jim felt a cold wave of fear pass through him. He knew that he could count on his friends to help him out if there was a tight, but there was no use in their all getting beaten up. Hank's buddies were showing their willingness to mix it up by crowding in on them and looking nasty.
"Okay, I'll go," Jim said.
"And keep going," Hank called after him.
Jim thought about going back to his buddies when the car left, but he really didn't care one way or the other. When Hank and his friends left, Chuck called down the street to him to come back.
"No, that's all right. I'll bead back," he said.
His friends shrugged their shoulders and went down the street one way as Jim went the other. Suddenly, the injustice of it struck him, and even though he didn't really care about Sally and her friends, he decided that he wasn't going to let
Hank and his cronies chase him away. He turned and ran after his friends, but they were no longer in sight. He went around the corner, but still didn't see them.
Now he didn't know what to do, but he thought that there was no point in letting Hank find him again. He turned back again. Now he felt a bit depressed. He let himself get bullied by Hank and now he wasn't going to meet Sally and her friends. At least he knew where he could go to get comforted.
He walked back to the avenue to hitchhike home and heard his name called again. It was Pat and Sharon.
"Where are your friends?" Pat asked.
Jim told them about meeting Hank again and what happened. He felt embarrassed about admitting how he'd let Hank chase him away, but he didn't feel like making anything up.
"Oh, that asshole," Pat said. "He makes me so mad."
"Why don't you come over to my house?"
Sharon asked. "Pat's coming too."
"Yeah, why don't you? And if we see Hank, I'll give him a piece of my mind," Pat said.
Jim said he'd go with them. Things seemed like they might turn out better than he'd originally expected. If there were a couple of chicks he
would like to get to know better, it would be these two. As he walked with them down the street, he almost wished that Hank and his henchmen would show up again. He would tell them what he thought. But it was easy to say that now that he had the safety of the girls whom he'd seen handle those punks.
They arrived at Sharon's without trouble. No one was home, and Jim began to hope for the best. Sharon offered him a drink, something that would never have happened in his own neighborhood. They all had a big glass of whiskey and ginger ale. Sharon put a record on, and a party atmosphere filled the room.
"Is Hank your boy friend?" Jim asked Pat.
The girls laughed. She said she fucked him once in a while, but he wasn't her boy friend by a long shot. Jim was getting more and more interested.
"The girls in my neighborhood never fuck any of the guys," he said.
"Oh, you poor dear," Sharon said. "It must be terrible."
"Yeah, it is," Jim said. He decided not to say that he was getting laid by a fabulous chick at home.
"Poor, poor Jim," Pat said.
Both girls came to him, one on each side, and they placed a kiss on each cheek. Jim's prick
began to harden in his jeans as he felt two pairs of tits touch him on the arms. The girls led him to the couch and sat him down.
"Poor Jim," Pat said again. "First he gets chased out of the neighborhood, and then he tells us that girls in his neighborhood don't fuck. Tsk, tsk."
Jim wasn't sure if he liked to be pitied like that, but it was great having those two chicks sitting at his sides and stroking his hair. He was beginning to realize that he wanted more than only his mother. His prick was making a big lump in his pants and he was sure the girls saw it. Could they be planning to fuck him? he wondered.
He leaned his head back and looked at the two pretty faces leaning toward him. Pat wore her hair in a round blossom of curls, and Sharon's hung down straight to her shoulders. Then he looked at their tits. Pat's were pointing in an upturned sweep and Sharon's were round and blunt. He enjoyed comparing the girls and hoped to be able to make a more detailed examination.
Now that he was an experienced fucker, he had the courage to try things he never would have before. He put one hand on the back of Pat's head and pulled her fax to his. She kissed him willingly, but he didn't kiss her long. He repeated the move on Sharon with the same results. A short while ago
he had been a horny virgin. Now he was a well-satisfied stud, and was about to take on two chicks at once.
The "iris each laid a hand on one of his thighs, sending a double current of lust in-to his crotch. He kissed Pat again, a bit longer than the first time, then kissed Sharon again. He slipped his tongue into each girl's mouth and tasted their saliva. Grabbing one of their thighs in each hand, he tried to send them the message that he was ready for more.
While kissin Pat again, he raised his hand and felt for Sharon's tits. She didn't make it hard for him to find them; in fact, she practically threw her jugs into his hands. He felt the round package of jellied flesh with greedy fingers as Sharon leaned over and stuck her tongue in his ear. Jim had had tongues in his ear before, but not while exploring another duck's mouth with his tongue.
Still feeling Sharon's tit, he grabbed one of Pat's. It was great to hold two differently shaped boobs in his hands and he couldn't decide which he preferred; but he didn't have to choose-he could have them both.
It was difficult for him to play with their tits as well as he wanted to while sitting between them on the couch, so he slipped away from between them and spread himself out on the carpeted floor. The
girls slid down after him and, lay on either side of him. This time Sharon covered his mouth with her own and Pat kissed his neck and ear.
Jim slipped his hand up Sharon's jersey and grabbed naked softness. He tried to reach inside Pat's jersey too, but it was too difficult in that position. She solved the problem for him though, by pulling her jersey off. He watched her pull it up over her bead and then pulled his mouth away from Sharon to take a better look. Her pointy jugs looked delicious and he leaned forward to take a bite. Not wanting to fall behind, Sharon pulled her jersey off too.
"We're not going to be the only ones without our jerseys on," Pat said.
The girls both grabbed at Jim's shirt and pulled it off him. He pretended to fight them off, but he was eager to feel their bare tits on his bare chest.
With a lot of laughing and squealing, they managed to pull his shirt off. As soon as they did, Jim grabbed Sharon's belt and opened it. She screamed, but Pat helped him open her pants, then, with one of them tugging one leg apiece, they stripped her pants off. Sharon tried to hide the wispy triangle of hair that showed through her sheer panties by covering it with her hand, but she had to give that up to fight off the hands that were
trying to pull her panties down. But four hands proved to be too many to struggle against, and she was soon naked.
Jim turned to Pat and lunged at her belt.
Now that Sharon was nude, she joined forces with Jim and helped him strip Pat. She struggled too, but just for fun and she didn't make it too hard for them to strip her.
Jim was thrilled by her blond cuntal fur. He'd never been with two naked girls before, but it didn't seem too many for him to handle. Before his Mom had showed him the ropes, he used to get shy if he was with two chicks who had their clothes on.
The naked women now grabbed Jim. In a torrent of boobs bouncing over his body, they dragged him down and unbuckled his belt. It wasn't easy to pretend tb fight them off; he wanted to be as naked as they were, but it did make it very exciting, so he twisted and jerked and pushed their hands away, but he soon felt his pants loosen and slide down his legs. When they pulled down his underpants. He could sense the awe they felt looking at his cock. There was silence as the girls stared down at the bat jerking over Jim's crotch.
They came back to life with more enthusiasm than ever. Jim felt a pair of tits crash into his chest and a mouth cover his. He flinched as he felt
cold fingers grab his cock. There must have been three hands on his prick, moving all around it and caressing his balls.
He sent his hands on an exploration too. He grabbed at the bodies lying on him, going from tit to cunt to tit to cunt. It seemed that making it with two chicks was more than double the fun.
He wiggled around between the chicks warm bodies until he had a tit in his mouth. It felt like Sharon's, but he realized that it was Pat's and that it seemed to change from pointy to blunt as the nipple hardened. While he sucked the tit, he felt other delights with his roaming hands, and thrilled to the things the girls were doing to him.
He realized that the soft warm things he felt on his thighs were tits just before he felt a wet mouth cover his prick. His mother had been giving him head, but it was always a nice surprise to get sucked like that. Sharon knew how to suck a cock, and although it wasn't as good as the blow-jobs he got at home, it was still sensational. As she sucked him, Sharon reached around to his ass and ran her lingers Up and down the crack.
Pat pulled his face into her tits so firmly that he had to struggle for air. He reached down to Peg's pussy and found that it was a beauty. The blond hair was as thick as a rug, but wet lips protruded through the curls. Her pussy was
different from his mother's but as he slipped his finger up her tunnel, he found it was tighter. Pat pulled his face even closer to the mass of her tits and Jim wondered if she might be trying to smother him.
One thing he had never had a chance to do with his mother was peer into the gash of her cunt. He knew what it felt like down there, but he wanted to stare into a pussy in bright light and get a good look. With Sharon still sucking his prick, Jim pushed his way free of Pat's tits and moved down to her crotch. When he could smell the funky vapors, he knew he was getting close.
The blond curls framed the bright pink slot. Putting his fingers on the mound, he spread the lips and saw the interior come into view. There were the inner-lips, wiggly and gaping on either side of her passion pit. The clit was hiding under a hood of skin, but Jim knew that if he touched her there, she would wiggle and squeal with pleasure, and to prove it, he put a finger tip there and rubbed gently. Pat did just as he expected. Jim watched his middle finger disappear into the well, too.
Now he wanted to do another thing that was new to him. He had never eaten his mother, but looking at Pat's pussy made his mouth-water. He moved his face close and stuck out his tongue. Holding the lips open with his hand, he licked the
interior of her wet with a short, careful stroke. It tasted great and was incredibly exciting he gave the twat another lick. Before long he was lapping madly and Pat was writhing in delirious rapture.
Sharon was still sucking his prick, but she was doing it gingerly so she wouldn't bring him off too soon. These chicks knew what they were doing and they wanted to save the boy for more and better things. It was nice to have a mouthful of hot gism, Sharon knew but she wanted to make sure his cock would still be hard when she wanted him in her hungry cunt. She spent as much time licking his balls as she did sucking his more sensitive cock.
Sharon could look up and see what Jim was doing to Pat, and she envied her friend. In order to get some of the action, she swiveled around and took one of Jim's hands and brought it to her cunt. He obligingly stuck in a few fingers and massaged the slippery walls of the tube, but he found that it took a lot of concentration to cat one cunt and finger another.
His fingers got Sharon ready to be fucked, so she lifted her face from his cock and climbed on his body. Jim was still eating Pat, but Sharon was able to roll him over enough to make his prick fuckable. It was pointing out to the side, but by lying near him and throwing one thigh over his hip, she brought her cunt over his twitching prick-head.
With some wiggling and squirming, Sharon managed to get her pussy wrapped around Jim's prick, and she slid most of the pumping. By the time Pat was moaning with the climactic bliss Jim was licking into her, he was grunting into her cunt with his own ecstasy. Sharon was making noises too as Jim's huge prick bumped into the cud of her cunt-tube. The room tilled with the sounds of three orgasms simultaneously erupting.
With their lust drained away, the three fuckers lay in the position they were in when they came. Jim's prick shrunk in Sharon's pussy as his head rested on Pat's thigh. His face was soaked with her juice and he wiped it on her thigh.
Eventually, they got up and began sipping their drinks and talking. Jim stared lazily at the chicks' bodies, and saw them watching his cock for signs of life. When his prick stretched and flopped over like a sleeping man tossing in bed, they started crawling toward him on their hands and knees. The sight of them coming his way like that with their tits hanging and swinging made his cock stiffen again.
Jim fucked them both again, but by that time he was ready to call it a day. He was looking forward to telling the guys about his experience and find out how they did.
He ran into the guys at the soda shop the next
day. He asked them what had happened at Sally's.
"It was great," Chuck said. "Sally took out one of her father's bottles of whiskey and we all got drunk. I necked with Sally and Tom grabbed some tit from Ann, one of Sally's friends. Joe threw up in the kitchen and passed out in the bathtub with Jane.
The other guys told their side of the story and they all seemed to think they had a good time.
Then they asked Jim what he did after he left them. He explained how he went after them, and found Pat and Sharon, and told them in detail about what happened at Sharon's house.
They looked at Jim with amazed expressions. They didn't know if he was telling the truth or not. Jim looked from one of them to the other with a straight face. He almost had to laugh at the way their mouths were hanging open. "Are you kidding?" Chuck asked in a squealing voice.
When Jim realized how his luck had been going lately, he couldn't even answer them. He started to laugh and didn't stop for a long time.