After the big party, two members of the Arnold family found themselves changed dramatically. Susan was unable to put the fling with the young boy out of her mind, and Bobby was haunted by the sight of his mother slipping away with that kid. Susan couldn't get that kid's youthful cock out of her mind. She had been lusting after her son for a while already, but now that she knew, first-hand, the incredible fury of a young, horny kid's cock, she was dying for more, and Bobby was the focus of her hunger.
She would follow him around with her eyes, imagining how powerfully he could thrust his cock up a wet pussy. At night, she would lie awake and think of her youngest son. Her hands would move over her trembling body, but in her fantasies it was Bobby's hands that cupped her firm tits with sensual squeezes and his fingers that entered her cunt.
She would dig deeply into her twat-cave, just as Bobby would if only she could tell him of her desires. When she would nib herself into a state of ecstasy, she would imagine Bobby's face hovering over her own, with an expression of passion equal to hers. She would have a lonely orgasm, but pretend that her boy was there with her. How long she could go on with these imaginings, she didn't know.
Bobby felt betrayed by his mother, even though he never gave her the idea that he was interested in her sexually. Why should she slip out with that young kid? He wondered. After all, she had just come home from a date. He realized that his hurt and anger didn't diminish his longing for her, though. She was still the most beautiful and sexy creature in the world.
Even now that he had experienced the joy of leaving his load in a hot cunt, he wanted his mother. He noticed her looking at him with a strange look in her eyes, but he didn't know what was behind that look. If he had, it might have changed things considerably. Meanwhile, that sloppy fuck he had at the party left him hornier than ever.
One afternoon Bobby wandered into the soda shop for something to wet his whistle. It was a hot afternoon, and the soda shop was the perfect place to get out of the blazing sun. There were a few kids in there, and among them was Patty, the girl he'd finger-fucked in the movies. He was instantly excited by seeing her, but the trouble with her boy friend Bull kept him from talking to her.
Bobby sat at the counter, as Patty did, but at the other end. He sipped a root-beer float and watched her out of the corner of his eye. Bull didn't seem to be around, but he thought that she might be waiting for him. If there was one thing he didn't need, it was to have Bull find him with his girl friend again.
At least he could look. Her tits were once again shown off under a tight top, and the memory of holding those big jugs made his cock hard as a rock. He thought about how it had felt to have her slender fingers wrapped around his prick. Against his better judgment, he thought about going over to her to see what was going on. He had been in a lot of situations where his brain and his hard cock sent different messages to his muscles.
He felt himself giving in to his baser urges. Picking up his glass, he walked over to her. She saw him coming and smiled. Her brown eyes, peeking out from her low bangs, made her irresistible, Bull or no Bull.
"Hi," she said in a tinkling voice that sent spasms of lust through Bobby.
"Hello. Is it all right if I join you?" he asked. "Bull isn't going to come in and beat me up, is he?"
Patty giggled. "No, he's out of town. I'm sorry about the trouble in the movies, but Bull is just so jealous. I keep telling him that I don't want to go steady with him, but he just doesn't get the message."
The news that Bull was out of town gave Bobby a rush of sexual longing. Here was this hot chick, and her big, dumb boy friend wasn't around. Bobby made himself comfortable on the stool next to her and began to relax. They talked about this end that, while he thought about a strategy for seducing her.
He figured that a walk to the park might lead to something. There were a lot of good places there to neck, and even fuck, but that seemed old-hat. The garage at his place worked well for his brothers, but it seemed kind of tacky to him. His mother was home, so his house was out.
While Bobby racked his brains, trying to figure something out, Patty suddenly said, "DQ you want to come over to my house? No one's home."
Bobby was nearly knocked off his stool. Here was just what he wanted, handed to him on a silver platter! He said he'd like to go, they finished their drinks in a hurry and left. As they walked to her house, Bobby couldn't help feeling that Bull might descend on him at any second, but he knew it was impossible. His stiff prick was causing him some trouble, too, but he was managing. As they neared her place, he was getting so excited that he couldn't talk.
Patty's house wasn't as nice as his, but that didn't concern him at the moment. As soon as they stepped into the door, a huge dog that looked like a cross between a German shepherd and a horse began barking nastily at him. He froze as Patty yelled at the beast. Bobby wondered if this chick was worth the dangers involved.
"Don't worry," she said. "He doesn't bite."
She was holding the dog by the collar while it tried to leap at Bobby. Finally the dog quieted down and realized that Bobby was a friend. He and Patty went into the living room and sat down on the couch. She wasn't wasting any time, he realized.
Bobby moved close to her and put his arm around her shoulder. Just like in the movie theater, she leaned on him. Their faces turned to each other and they kissed. As their tongues came together, Bobby was reminded how nice it was to have a girl in his arms. He pushed her back on the couch and raised his hand to her bulging tit.
As soon as he began massaging the huge boob, Patty's breathing became a wild panting. Bobby could tell that his tit rubbing was as exciting to her as it was to him. Beside his fuck in the midst of a gang-bang and some heavy necking, Bobby was still an amateur. This would be his first chance to get everything he wanted from a chick. The promise of things to come made Bobby anxious to get the preliminaries out of the way quickly.
He moved his hand inside her jersey and grabbed her bare tit. Patty put her hand on his thigh, almost making him jump off the couch. Bobby pulled his face from hers and lifted the bottom of the jersey up over her swollen tits. Looking down at the treasures he was exposing made him inhale a hoarse-sounding breath. Her tits looked so deliciously full and heavy that he couldn't believe that he was favored with the opportunity to fondle them.
They were white in contrast to the sun-darkened skin surrounding them. They stood proudly, but the tremendous weight was obvious by the way they sagged a bit. A brown disk of bumpy flesh formed a cap on the tip of each jug. Bobby leaned his face slowly forward until he was touching his puckered lips to one of the dark nipples.
Patty's body shook as he sucked the nipple into his mouth. It was so nice to be able to read her reactions so clearly by the way she responded to each of his moves. When she took his head in her arms and pulled his face more firmly against the tit, he learned a little more about what a girl likes. Bobby opened his mouth wider and sucked more of the jellied mound into his mouth. He felt the softness of the boob press against his nose and chin.
While he took care of the clit with his mouth, he busied his hands at her belt. When he felt her hands suddenly on his, he thought with a pang of panic that she might be trying to stop him, but it turned out that she was going to help him unfasten her pants. When he realized that, he knew it would be clear sailing from there to a great fuck.
When her pants were opened, they both struggled to pull them down. Bobby lifted his face from the pillow of tit to concentrate on stripping her pants off. They fit very snugly, and they both tugged for a while before they had them off her. Bobby looked down at the pink, bikini undies that were left covering her furry muff. There was a trickle of black hairs from her belly button to the hidden carpet of curls under her panties.
Patty grabbed her jersey and pulled it over her head in a sweeping motion. The garment caught her tits, lifted them and then spilled them out. They quivered wildly for a second, and then came to rest. The sight filled Bobby with awe. He cupped a tit again and lifted it, feeling the living weight.
He lowered his face to the handful of clit and kissed it. His mouth traveled all around the mammoth mound. He kissed the tender skin on the underside of the globe and buried his face in the warmth between the boobs. He stuck out his tongue and ran it up the hard breastbone in that valley.
While he nibbled at the twin mounds, Patty lifted her hips slightly and slipped her panties off. Bobby looked around one tit and saw her cunt come into view. He could only see the top part of the baby, inverted triangle, but he would remedy tat soon enough. Patty slid the tiny garment down her long legs and kicked them into the middle of the room. Bobby put his hand on her smooth thigh and thrilled to the thought that there was nothing between his hand and her cunt.
Bobby kept licking and sucking her tits while his hand moved towards her wet pink gash. He was trying to be cool and relaxed; he didn't want to seem overly anxious, but in his condition it wasn't easy. His fingers soon met the damp hairs of her beaver. He felt the crease that separated the plump mound of her cunt and her thighs, and traced the vee, lightly brushing across the wet twat-lips. He'd read in a book that it wasn't good technique to plunge right into a cunt, and he wanted to do things right.
After playing with the outside areas of her cunt for a while, he figured that it was time to enter the slightly parted gash. Patty was panting and moving her hips in desperate squirming motions, and it sure seemed to Bobby that she was ready for an escalation of intimacies. He brought his middle finger to the slit that cleaved her crotch, and pushed it in.
The heat and wetness of her cunt grabbed his finger with a contraction of cunt muscles. She seemed even wetter this time, than she had been when he finger-fucked her in the movies. Bobby was hotter, too, and he figured that was because they both had higher expectations now. He sure did, at least.
With a finger in her cunt, Patty was changed into a wild animal. Her whole body reacted with twists and jerks. Bobby had to hold onto her to keep her from squirming out of his embrace. She moved her hand to his crotch and squeezed his bulging basket.
Bobby didn't know whether he should take off his clothes or continue fingering her cunt. He didn't want her to cool off, but he would have to get naked if he was going to fuck her. He decided to leave her alone for a few seconds while he took his clothes off. Jumping up, he stripped in record time. When he nestled up against her again, he couldn't believe how nice it was to feel her naked body against his own.
He resumed his finger fucking and tit sucking but being naked made the whole thing much nicer. His cock stood out from his lap with the swollen head bobbing up and dawn, just waiting for Patty to grab it. She was taking her time, too. Rather than take his prick in her hand right away, she scraped his inner thighs with her long fingernails, each time getting closer to his balls.
Bobby shivered as her nails raked the sensitive skin of his thighs. Finally she touched the shriveled sac that held his balls, sending a tremor through his body. Then she began raking her nails up and down his thick prick-shaft. Bobby knew she was doing the right thing. It was getting him hot as hell, and if she handled his cock more firmly, he would undoubtedly shoot long before either of them was ready.
Bobby was working hard on her dripping cunt meanwhile. He held the soft outer labes opened with his thumb and ring finger while he tickled the inner labes with his middle finger. He was drawing imaginary circles around the opening of her drooling fuck-tunnel, and Patty obviously loved it. He let his finger move close to her asshole as he skated it around in her slippery pink slit.
Patty seemed to like the way he was feeling her butt-hole, and Bobby was getting interested in the tight opening. He devoted his index finger to that second hole while he slid his middle finger up her pussy-sleeve. Her asshole was sort of dry, but he managed to wiggle the tip of his finger in. As he did, Patty began making strange, animal sounds. She was writhing on his two fingers so violently that his wrist began to hurt with the effort of following her bouncing crotch around.
Bobby could feel one finger with the other through the separating membrane between the two-crotch openings. As he wiggled both fingers, Patty twitched so vigorously that her tits began doing a wild dance on her chest. Bobby lifted his face from the quivering boobs so he could watch them. Patty had laid back on the couch and Bobby was hovering over her with his hand in her crotch.
Looking down at the sex-crazed chick, Bobby saw the most beautiful sight he could imagine. And the thought that he was causing her to do all those desperate movements made him feel like an expert stud. He looked at the twisted expression on the girl's face and realized the intensity of her pleasure. He knew that he had never felt such passion, and he envied her.
Suddenly Patty let out an agonized cry. At first, Bobby thought he had hurt her with one of his buried fingers, but then he realized it was a cry of ecstasy. Her body increased its writhing until she was nearly in convulsions. Bobby watched in excited fascination as her body reacted to an orgasm. He had never seen anything like it before. He kept his fingers wiggling and rubbing until Patty grabbed his, wrist and pulled his hand out of her soaking crotch.
Her body began to quiet down, but a few contractions ran through her, causing her whole body to jerk. Finally she was still. Bobby wondered what might happen now. He thought she might not want to fuck him now that she'd had her orgasm. If that were the case, Bobby would have to jerk off while sitting there looking at her nakedness. Before he settled for that, though, he would try to get her going again.
He began kissing her tits, hoping to feel her body reacting. His cock was still jerking stiffly in his lap and he was hornier than he'd ever been. To his great relief, Patty grabbed his head once again and mashed his face into her tit. She seemed to have a lot of lust left. Now she grabbed his cock like she meant business. She began squeezing the shaft and his cock-head blew up even larger than it had been.
With her hand on his rod like that, and after watching her come, Bobby was in heaven. Now all he needed to make his life complete was to feel her wet pussy surrounding his prick. He maneuvered his body over hers. She was looking up at him from under half-closed eyelids. He dropped his lips to hers and she immediately sucked his tongue into her mouth. Her tits, flattened under his weight, supported his chest as he let his body rest on hers. The huge sausage of his cock was squeezed between their bellies, and they both could feel it pounding with the beats of his heart.
Bobby lifted his hips and brought his prick into the soggy region of her cunt. Reaching around her thigh, he guided the fat head of his cock to the spongy lips of her twat. Concentrating on the feelings he was getting through the jangled nerves in his prick, Bobby slid his cock into her hot lube. He felt her inner labes stretch over his fat cock-tip, and then her cunt devoured his long tool. Deepest and deeper he felt it burrow into her fuck-hole. Her cunt fit him like a sock.
Bobby wanted to impress this incredible feeling into his memory. Surely, there could be nothing as wonderful as feeling a pussy hold his cock so tightly and securely. When the inner labes grabbed the ridge around his cock-head, he thrust his dong back home. One cycle of his pumping meat sent beautiful sensations through him that he knew all the dreaming and longing he'd been doing over the years hadn't made him expect too much. This was better than his most fantastic expectations.
With his ass rising and falling, Bobby fucked Patty with all his energy. She was writhing as strongly as ever as his giant tool filled her cunt, withdrew, and then filled her oozing hole again. It wasn't long before Bobby was panting in the passion of a climax. He lifted his face and looked at Patty. She was staring up at him and they read the passion they felt on each other's features. As his head exploded with the fireworks of coming, he crashed his mouth on hers and tried to kiss her. In the heat of his orgasm he lost all the coordination in his face and would up slobbering all over her as their teeth ground together.
The powerful spasms ravaged him for a surprisingly long time. When it was over, Bobby had to lie still, breathing heavily while his body recovered. Patty was breathing hard, too, and he felt her heaving tits moving him up and down. His cock stayed in the grip of her cunt and slowly shrank. Even when his prick was soft, he let it lie in the gooey grip of Patty's cunt.
"Gee, Patty, that was so good I can't tell you," Bobby gasped when he'd caught his breath enough to talk.
"It was great for me, too," she said. "You can really fuck, and your cock is soooo big."
Bobby felt like he was floating on a cloud. As his bead began to clear, Bobby thought of Bull again. That big dummy was standing in the way of a great relationship, he thought.
"What's the story with Bull?" he asked.
"Oh, he's a friend and a nice guy. I know he's not too bright and that he likes to use his size to get his way, but you don't have to worry about him. Not now at least."
"But what about when he gets home?" Bobby asked.
"Don't worry. I won't tell him you were here."
"But I want to see more of you. Can't you tell him to bug off?"
"It's not that easy, Bobby. He's very stubborn, and besides, I like Bull. I don't want to stop seeing him."
Bobby was disappointed. Patty was a great chick as well as a fabulous fuck, and he would have loved to have her for a girl friend. There was no way he was going to mess around with Bull, though.
Suddenly the doorbell rang. Patty jumped and Bobby let her get up. She crept to the window to see who it was. Bobby's blood froze when he heard her say, "Oh, my God, its Bull!"
They both started throwing their clothes on. Patty kept telling Bobby to hurry up, but if he could have dressed any faster, he sure would have. Before be was even finished dressing, she began shoving him towards the front door. Bull was at the back, and now he was calling in through the screen as well as knocking.
Bobby shoved his socks in his pockets and let Patty push him out. His shoes weren't tied and his shirt wasn't buttoned, but he walked as fast as he could down the street. Glancing behind him from time to time, he didn't stop his fast pace until he was around the corner. By that time he had his shirt buttoned and was all dressed except for his socks. He sat down at the curb, under a tree and put them on.
He hadn't even said good-bye to Patty, he thought as he rested. He'd walked so fast that he was out of breath. What a way to get fucked, he thought. He hated to think about what would have happened if Bull had walked in on them while he had his prick in her snatch. It had been a great fuck, and no one could take that away from him, but he would have liked to hang around a little rather than escaping with his life in the nick of time.
Finally Bobby picked himself up and walked home. All he wanted to do was to think about Patty and forget about Bull. As he walked through his house on the way to his bedroom, he saw his mother sitting in the living room, reading a magazine. The way she was stretched out on the couch reminded him of the way Patty had writhed beneath him a few minutes before. He looked at his mother's tits as they stretched her blouse. Suddenly, she turned to him.
"Oh, you scared me," she said. "I didn't hear you come in."
Bobby said hello and noticed once again how his mother looked at him. He supposed that he looked strange; he sure felt strange. Going from ecstasy to panic like he just had, left him drained. But, still, his mother had been looking at him like that for a while now. As Bobby disappeared down the hallway, he noticed that she followed him with her eyes until he was out of sight. He would have asked her what was wrong, but he was afraid that he was just imagining it. After all, the way he had been drooling after her might make him feel that she was looking at him funny, especially after seeing her get into that kid's car the night of the party.
Bobby went into his room and lay down. He was glad his brothers weren't around. He needed privacy to review in his memory the events of the last few hours. As he thought about Patty and the way her body looked as she rolled in sexual bliss under him, his cock got hard again. Before he knew it, he was rubbing the bulge it made in his pants, and he soon had his prick pulled out and was stroking it just as he had in his virgin days.