As Herbert's defeated body sank into the cushions of the living room sofa, he hated himself. He had somehow decided coming down from the bedroom that he was to blame for what had happened to Marcie.
She was a hot-blooded wife married to a man who could fuck twice a week, but who just couldn't fuck his wife decently twice a night like she wanted. That was why Marcie had picked up on some strange cock – it was his fault because his prick just didn't have the stamina that some other prick had. Besides, his cock would never tit into a Trojan Extra Large rubber.
Herbert shut off the light and snuggled into the blankets. He stared at the ceiling, which he could barely make out.
Maybe it was in mid-doze or in pre-slumber when the pressing problem seemed to fade and vision of his wife when she came to him.
Were they really teenagers when they were in the back seat of his father's '57 Chevy fucking for the first time in their young lives?
Marcie wore her hair in a French twist then, and all during the preliminary foreplay her French twist had unraveled and beautiful blonde strands were covering her youthful titties.
Herbie had a crew cut then, because it fit his image as junior class President, and now the sweat was pouring off his one-eighth inch hairs like water off a duck's back. Shit, any teenage kid would have been sweating like crazy if they were about to fuck a girl as luscious and as popular as Marcie Dixon, the only junior girl to be elected to the pompom squad.
"Oh, Herbie!" Marcie exclaimed nervously. "I've never done it before. I'm scared."
Herbie wiped the sweat off his forehead, stared at her titties as they shimmered in the moonlight that poured in from the windows. His arm squeaked on the tuck-and-roll as he put it around Marcie's naked, trembling shoulder.
"D-Don't be scared, Marcie. It's really… lots of fun."
Marcie shyly tried to hide her titties, but there was just too much to hide because for a teenager, she had tits that must have weighed ten pounds apiece. And what made it worse, or better, depending on how you looked at them – and plenty of guys looked at them – was that her mother would make her bras one size too small because that way her mother could always think of Marcie as her little girl.
Now the only things Marcie's hands could bide were her nipples, and she seemed to be crushing them in her nervousness.
"Oh, Herbie. It'll hurt. I know it'll hurt. Jeanie Parrish said that she screamed and bled for three days when Toby Carter put it in her."
"Nab," Herbie replied, his eyes bugging out as he saw all that exposed tit-flesh. "It won't huff at all. It's just in your head."
"Oh, Herbie!" Marcie cried. "I don't know; I now when you feel me up, I get all tingly… uh, down there. But… oh, I know it'll hurt."
Herbert couldn't resist those tits. He shifted around in the seat, tried to bring Marcie's head in close to his for a kiss. What he planned to do was kiss her and keep her mind off her tits so that he could get his hands on them – that's the way they had gotten into the back seat in the first place, that's what had allowed him to getter sweater off and her too-small bra.
Marcie felt just like Doris Day as she leaned into Rock Hudson to kiss him tenderly. She leaned into Herbie and kissed him tenderly, flicking out her tongue.
Herbie didn't care about kissing, he just did that to divert her mind while he got his hands on her titties. He got his hand on her titties – oooooooooh, his cock was just going to rip his Levi's all apart!
Marcie's eyes shot open when she felt Herbert's hand urging hem urn of the way and nabbing insistently for her nipple. She tried to concentrate on the kiss, tried to get Herbert's mind on kissing and away from her titties.
Her hand moved up steadily, pushing his hand away from her left tit.
Herbert's hand retreated momentarily, then quickly it moved down and came up underneath her palm to reclaim her erect nipple.
Marcie moaned.
Herbert's lips buzzed as he washed his lips to hers.
Marcie had hold of Herbert's wrist, preventing him from moving his hand up and down and all around on her hot tittie.
Jesus! Her tit never felt like this before – nor had they ever been felt like this before. It was the first time that a guy had seen her tits naked. It was the first time that a guy had touched her tits when they weren't in her too-small bra. It was the first time that she ever felt her cunt running over with juice.
Herbert's knee was up on the tuck-and-roll, and he had Marcie's head mashing into the seat cushion as he kissed her hard and passionately, feeling her tits. Jesus! Her tittie felt so firm, so Goddamn hot and sweaty. Christ! Her rolled her nipple, feeling the springy flesh throb in his hands.
"Mmmmmmmnnnnnn!" Marcie groaned.
She closed her eyes and bathed in the luscious sensations that surrounded her hand-held tittie. Everything felt so supremely delicious – yes, maybe Herbie was right. Maybe the pain of the first fuck was only in a girl's head. Oh God! Her panties were just sopping with all that runny cunt-juice.
She tied to clogs her thighs, but Herbie's hand was in the way.
Herbie's hand?
Down there?
Marcie's eyes bugged open, and she saw stars over the horizon of Herbie's crew-cut as they beamed in from the back window. The window was very foggy. Everything felt steamy and foggy as she could feel Herbie's hand inching up her thigh, coaxing her legs apart.
No.
She couldn't let him do it.
Mother said it was wrong. Mother said to always sit with her legs tight together. Not like those nasty girls who sat when they had a bowling ball between their legs.
Father said don't use his bathroom when he had to crap and don't wear sleazy-looking slips. And most of all, don't encourage men – wear drab clothes and no makeup.
Herbie's hand was right on Marcie's pussy – well, his hand had pressed in that portion of her panties that were sapping wet with cunt-juice and was trying to get at her pussy.
Marcie tried to rise, trying to move her head to one side to avoid Herbie's kissing lips.
Ooooooooooh.
Mother never told her how good it felt to have her pussy rubbed and rubbed and rubbed like Herbie was doing to her now. Mother had told her that her breasts were sensitive – that was why girls wore bras when they played field hockey, to protect those sensitive glands from becoming bruised by some flying elbow.
The more Marcie squirmed, the more pressure Herbie applied to her pussy. He had never felt a pussy before and didn't realize that cunts would be this wet and hot. Jesus! Even though her panties were made of thick cotton, he could still make out the outline of her wet cunt-hole.
He tried to imagine what his hand was feeling; he tried to envision the hair, and the lips, and the hole that he would be putting his cock into – or at least he hoped Marcie wouldn't stop him from putting his cock into her cunt.
Shit! There was no way she was going to stop him now.
Hell, his balls felt as if they were in the same bloated condition that his cock was in – but that was probably because he wore tight Levi's like all the other guys.
"Oh, Marcie, let's do it… let's… uh, fuck."
"Mmmmmmmm… no, no… we couldn't… we can't… mmmmmmmm."
Herbie couldn't believe it. Why were girls so silly. Why did they always say that corny shit about no-no-no-no when it was obvious they were having fun.
Shit, Marcie no longer prevented him from having flee feels of her tits. And her thighs were spreading easier than peanut butter. Nah, she couldn't mean no. Christ, Eddie Baxter had told him long ago that girls only say no because their mothers had trained them to say no.
Herbie was breathing hard against Marcie's neck, and everytime his hand searched out more of her wet cunt, Marcie would hunch her hips out at his hand, getting her pussy into better position for better feels.
"Ohhhh, Marcie… I think we're going to do it."
Marcie wanted to say no, but it seemed so ridiculous. Here she was in the back seat of a car, her pompom dress shoved to waist-high, her titties nude in the moonlight, and they were two teenagers who were so happy because their football team had beaten their old rival, Pattonville. Happiness was everywhere. How could anybody on this joyful night say no to happiness?
"A-ll right, Herbie… but, p-please do it easy."
Herbie's cock grew another instant inch.
He looked at Marcie's sweating face in the moonlight. Then he looked in all four directions to make sure no one else was in Farmer Granger's pasture except the cows and hones.
"We'll have to… uh, take off our clothes, Marcie."
Marcie's passion cooled slightly as she watched Herbert tuck himself into his corner of the back seat and begin unbuckling his pants.
Herbie's ass was raised off the seat and his Levi's were at mid-thigh when he caught Marcie staring at him.
Herbie blushed. Then sat down. He looked shyly at Marcie, knowing what she wanted to hear, what she needed to hear.
"I love you, Marcie."
"Oh, Herbie!" Marcie gushed, flinging herself at him and wrapping her arms around him, her tits digging into his elbow and ribs.
"I love you, too, Herbert… after we… after we do it – will you be my steady?"
Herbert gulped. "Yeah… yes, I'll be your steady."
Marcie sat back. "Oh, goooood, Herbert. I'm so happy."
"You want to take off your clothes now, Marcie," Herbert said, tying to mash his eagerness with a casual tone of voice.
"Oh… of course, of course, Herbert."
Marcie retreated to her corner of the back seat. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her red and blue pompom skirt. She smiled timidly at Herbie.
Herbie returned the smile, sweat beading on his upper lip. He fumbled out of his pants, said arrrrgggghhb when his belt buckle caught on his cock.
It was hard getting out of their clothes, because they were watching each other taking off their clothes.
Herbie was in his shorts. They were wet and sticking out at the crotch.
Marcie was in her panties. They were wet and sticky at the crotch.
Did they dare go on?
Father had told Herbie many a time to have a fun time with girls but to make sure he was careful.
Mother had told Marcie many a time not to let a boy have fun with her and to be very careful.
Herbie, because he was the boy, took off his shorts, lifted them over his swollen prick and peeled them off his sweaty thighs.
Marcie gasped. Like this: "Nooooooa!" Herbie felt embarrassed. His cock didn't, though – all it wanted to do was to fuck that luscious piece of cunt that was only four feet away.
"I g-guess you've never seen one."
Marcie shook her head vigorously, the moonlight glinting off her Little Orphan Annie eyes; in other words, they looked like poker chips, but instead of saying "Leapin' Lizards!" she said, "Nooooo!"
"Mine's – uh – just average size; Eddie Baxter's got a lot bigger one."
Marcie didn't want to fuck any more. No sirreee. Mother was right. Not only would she have to be pretty careless, she'd be insane if she let something as big as a cock into her virgin pussy.
"H-Herbie," Marcie croaked. "I-It's too big – it'll hurt. I don't wanta be hurt."
Herbie's eyes were on those big tittes, on those luscious, shimmering thighs, no the wet stain at the crotch of her thick cotton panties.
"It'll be fun… you'll like it, Marcie." Marcie shook her head. "Herbie, it's too big…"
"W-Why don't you take off your panties, Marcie? I'll look at your thing and if I think your thing's too small for my big thing to go into, then I promise I won't do it. Okay?"
Herbie was sweating, and his ass was making squeaky noises on the tuck-and-roll. God – oh, please, God – he wanted to see her cunt, wanted to at least feel it.
Marcie took a deep breath of night air. "A-All right, Herbie, but you gotta promise me you'll do what you promised."
Herbie was on the floor and between her thighs before she had finished her sentence.
It was cramped and sweaty and hot as he tried to help Marcie strip off her panties. Marcie lifted one leg out of her panties, then the other leg.
She looked down at Herbie as he looked down into her cunt.
God, it was so dark in her crotch. He needed some more light, but he couldn't wait until morning to get his first peek at a pussy. Shit, her old man would butcher his ass. It was touch and go all the way.
First he touched.
Oh, God! Cum oozed out of his prick. Her thighs felt so jiggly warm, so firmly done.
Herbie had a grip on the fattest part of her thighs, his thumbs crawling up, up, up to what everybody called down there.
Ooooooooooooh!
Squish. Squish. Squish.
The first sound came from Herbie.
The second sound came from her cunt.
"Nooooo!" That came from Marcie, because his thumbs were peeling back her tight cuntlips and exposing her hot inner cunt to the cool night air.
Herbie couldn't believe he had his hands on a cunt – he was actually feeling a girl's pussy. He wanted to scream and rant and rave, grab a microphone and tell all his buddies that he finally felt a cunt.
His fingers felt like an army of ants as he tried to touch all over her wet pussy.
Marcie couldn't help moaning and couldn't keep back the sharp shuddering gasps that exploded from her mouth. God, his fingers were everywhere in her pussy.
"Oooooooh noooooo!" Marcie groaned, trying to clamp her thighs together, not to keep him out but to create more delicious friction between his fingers and her convulsing cunt.
Herbie just couldn't believe that a cunt could feel this greasy, this warm.
He was having a hard time keeping his hand on Marcie's cunt now because she was bucking and hunching like crazy. Her tits were wobbling and her hair was flying and her mouth was screaming, "Do it, Herbie… Oh, gosh, it feels so good… do it, please, Herbie! Do it… hurry!"
Here it came.
His first fuck.
His first piece of pussy.
He was on his knees, shoving out his cock, wondering how the hell her cunt was supposed to meet his prick. She was moving around like crazy… God, please help him! Help him put his big fat cock into Marcie's cunt before he creamed all over her crotch and made an ass out of himself.
God helped him. Or at least she must have heard him.
Because Marcie was so fucking hot, she grabbed his cock.
Christ! What smooth and firm and hot things cocks were! Gosh! And it has such a funny shape at the tip – like a huge mushroom. And greasy stuff was coming out of this little slit at the very tip.
Nooooo! Noooooo! That greasy stuff was what made babies! Those were those cute tadpoles and polliwogs that she had seen in her sex education film at school.
Gosh, there were so, many polliwogs pouring out of that little slit. And gosh, his cock just jumps and throbs and quivers – oh, it's so big!
Marcie knew his cock would hurt, knew it would be painful as his cock entered her pussy – just like it was hurting now as she helped get his cockhead into the small opening of her cunt.
Oh, noooooo!
Pain. Agony.
Marcie writhed, bit her fingernails, then realized she should have never let go of his prick, because Herbie jammed all of his cock into her tight cunt in one long, pain-screeching thrust.
"Aaaaiiiiieeee!"
Pleasure. Ecstasy.
Herbie was fucking Marcie like a hard-up rabbit. His lunges were shoving his cock in and out so fast that he could barely see the shaft as it entered, then came out, in rapid, super fast fuck-strokes.
God, his cock had never felt so good in his life. All that wet, warm meat surrounding his sensitive prick. All that tight, gripping pressure that surrounded his shaft. Oh, God! His balls throbbed and his cock shook. He didn't know where he was anymore because his mind was filled with dizzy pleasure.
Marcie was screaming her guts out. God, his cock felt like a huge wedge that was splitting her pussy in half. And it was so hard, like steel, super-strong, super-stiff. And, God, the way his cock throbbed deep inside her! And all that hot friction as ht nicked back and forth so damned fast!
"Aaaiiiiiieeeee! Herbib! Oh more, Herbie! Give me more-uh – uh-uh-oh, God!"
Marcie's thighs vised around his hips, urging him to stick his cock as far into her cunt as he could – obviously, she had changed after her pussy had gotten the first taste of a big, fat cock, which is usually the case with most typical American virgins today.
Now, Marcie didn't give a rat's ass shit about what her mother would think. All she could think about was the unbelievable pleasure that was coming from her clit as Herbie's cock scraped across it with each deep stroke.
Herbie knew he was going to blast his cum out – because ten seconds ago the jizzy feeling was in his toes, five seconds ago his thighs became taut like steel, and the jizz came flowing out of his balls and flying out of his cock.
"Oh Herbie! What's happening… your – oh, God! It's so hard – I can feel it pulsing aaailiieeee!"
Herbie's tongue was like a slack wet rope as his jizz continued to shoot out of his cock in huge blobs. His eyes could no longer focus on Marcie's ecstatic expression nor on those beautiful tits that were bouncing and jouncing in front of him.
The last spurt of cum shot out of his cock rather weakly. Marcie's cunt accepted the spurt hungrily as she grimaced and made her cunt squeeze down on Herbie's prick.
Herbie collapsed, falling on the pillows that were her tits.
"Oooooooh, God! Marcie… God! Your cunt felt soooooo goooooood!"