As eager as Biff was to see Sandy again, he didn't call her right away. He tried. But he was afraid Marge might answer. He couldn't quite bring himself to talk to Marge again after what had happened.
But a few days after his near miss with Sandy, he did talk to Marge. And it wasn't over the phone. She came to his house.
"Why didn't you tell me you went over to Marge Berg's house?" his mother asked him two days later.
"Oh, I, uh – I guess I forgot," Biff said.
"Marge called today," his mother said. "She said you and Sandy had good time together."
"Oh, yeah, we did," Biff said.
He wondered just what Marge had said. But by his mother's attitude, Biff could guess that Marge hadn't said much.
"Well, Marge and I are going out this evening," June told her son. "She's going to pick me up at about eight. Gee, it'll be fun getting together with her again. She was a really wild chick when we lived on Maple Street."
The news was interesting to Biff. And he wondered what his mother meant when she said that Marge was wild.
It was already seven-thirty. Marge would be there in a half hour. At fust Biff thought he would go out and miss Marge. But something made him stay home.
At eight, a car drove up the drive, Biff sat in the living room, listening. Then the doorbell rang.
"Get that, will you honey?" his mother called from her bedroom.
Biff walked to the door. He tried to act normal, even though seeing Marge again made him quake.
"Hello, sweetheart," Marge sang when Biff opened the door. "How are you?"
Shine took Biff's face between her hands and kissed him on the mouth. Her mouth wasn't quite closed as she kissed him, and Biff wondered what that meant.
"Sorry if I interrupted something when I came home the other day," Marge said with a smile.
"No, no – you didn't interrupt anything," Biff said with difficulty.
"Oh no?" Marge asked slyly.
Biff hated to be teased. But he knew that Marge wasn't angry. She was a pretty good old girl, Biff had to admit.
"My mother should be ready, soon," he said, changing the subject.
Marge began telling Biff how good looking he was and how glad she was that they were renewing their friendship.
But Biff was only half listening. With Marge standing right in front of him, he could smell her sexy perfume, all he could think about was how he had seen her jerking off when he was a young kid.
And as he glanced at Marge's body, he knew what a treat it would be to see her jerking off again, now that he could appreciate it. She was beautiful. And her outfit showed off her body very well.
Biff wondered if Marge remembered that incident.
"I recognized your voice the first second I heard it on the phone last week," Marge said. "Even though your voice has lowered a few octaves, I recognized it. You did sound somewhat breathless, though."
Biff remembered how Marge's phone call had turned him on and how he had jerked off while talking to her. And it seemed that she knew what he had been doing.
"Well, talking to you after all these years made me slightly breathless, I guess," Biff said boldly. "But I did remember you, didn't I? I remember everything from those days."
Two can play that game, Biff thought. So what if Marge knew he was jerking off while talking to her. He had caught her jerking off, too.
"Yes, those were pretty breathless days for me," Marge said with a wink.
So they understood each other, Biff realized. And Marge didn't seem the least bit embarrassed about having been caught jerking off by this boy when be was a little kid.
Biff stood up a bit straighter now. The whole thing was pretty exciting.
"Marge!" June cried as she walked into the room.
"June!" Marge cried.
Both women threw their arms into the air. Then they ran at each other and embraced.
Biff saw their tits come together as they hugged. They were obviously glad to see each other after all the years.
The two women stepped back and looked each other up and down.
"You haven't changed a bit," Marge said. "And you look as beautiful as ever," June said. Biff had to agree that both women were knockouts.
They began jabbering about when they were neighbors. Finally, they said goodbye to Biff and went out.
Now that Biff was alone, he realized how much Marge had excited him. This would be a good time to call Sandy, he thought. Not only was he excited by seeing Marge, but he knew that Marge would be out and he wouldn't have to worry about her interrupting again.
Biff was trembling as he dialed Sandy's number. If she would let him come over, he was almost assured of getting laid.
But there was no answer. Biff could imagine Sandy out with her college friends, driving around in their sports cars. Maybe their recent fun had been a fluke, after all.
Biff decided to go out and see what was happening in his own neighborhood. After all, there were more girls in the world than Sandy.
But after riding around on his bicycle, checking out all the hangouts, Biff hadn't found any of the usual gang.
So he kept riding around, aimlessly enjoying the warm spring evening. At least he thought he was riding around aimlessly. He was surprised when he realized that he was only a few blocks from Sandy's house.
With that realization, his heart began to pound and his prick began to swell.
He might as well ride past her house, he thought. It wouldn't do any harm. And the possibility of getting fucked didn't slip his mind either.
When Biff saw Sandy's car in her driveway, his hopes grew. But maybe she was out with a friend – a boyfriend perhaps.
With mixed feelings, Biff rode up the driveway.
As he leaned his bike against the side of the house, Biff heard music. It was coming from inside the house, he was sure. Sandy must be home!
Now the boy was trembling like a leaf. He walked up to the door. In a few seconds he would either be invited in or sent away. And if he were invited in, he was almost sure to get laid, he knew.
As Biff lifted his hand to ring the doorbell, he remembered every second of his last visit. He could see Sandy sitting beside him naked and excited. He could almost smell the sweet fragrance of her hot body.
But before his finger pressed the bell, Biff heard a voice. He froze.
It was Sandy's voice. She was laughing. She wasn't alone.
Suddenly, Biff was crushed. There was no way she was going to fuck him if she had friends over. Of course, she might send her friends away, but Biff didn't like the idea of waiting around all evening, drooling over Sandy and hoping her friends would go away.
Then Biff heard a second voice. It was a boy's voice.
Somehow, Biff had imagined Sandy entertaining a girlfriend. Now that he knew she had a guy with her, he felt even worse.
He should have known, he thought. A chick like Sandy must have a lot of guys. And she was probably putting out for them, too.
Well, he had had his chance, it was just one of those things, he told himself. But when he remembered how close he had come to getting fucked, he felt sick.
If only he had gotten the chance to stick his prick into Sandy's cunt. Even if he hadn't had a chance to come, he would at least have known what it felt like to have his prick in a hot pussy.
Biff turned to leave. But he couldn't quite make himself go. After all, maybe the guy in there was just a neighbor or something. And Sandy had spread her legs for him. That must mean she liked him. Maybe she would get rid of whoever she had with her now to give Biff another chance.
He remembered how Sandy's eyes had widened when his prick had sprung out of his pants. That gave him the courage he needed.
Before ringing the bell, Biff decided to get a better idea of what was going on.
Standing still and listening as hard as he could, he tried to hear what they were saying. But all he could hear was the deep rumble of a guy's voice and Sandy's musical laughter.
Biff began moving toward the window. Keeping in the shadows, he thought he might get a glimpse into the living room.
The end of the couch was in view. Biff took a few more sideways steps. Now he could see Sandy. She was sitting on the couch. He couldn't see her face; it was turned toward the side.
Then Biff noticed that there was a hand on Sandy's shoulder. Some guy had his arm around her.
Biff took another step. Now he could see that Sandy was kissing the guy. And be had a hand on one of her lovely tits.
Biff's heart sank. His worst fears were confirmed. He wanted to go home to his bedroom and crawl into bed and never get out. He was horny and jealous and miserable.
He actually tried to turn and leave. But he found that he was frozen in place. Watching the guy holding Sandy's tit wasn't nearly as exciting as holding it himself. But it was still pretty exciting.
Biff knew he shouldn't be peeking. But after peeking into his mother's bedroom, he knew the rewards to be had.
He told himself that he would just wait and see if Sandy let this guy get as far with her as she had let him get.
Looking around to see if anyone might see him there, Biff saw that he was pretty safe. But when he looked back into the window, he saw that the guy with Sandy had slipped his hand inside her blouse.
So what if she was letting this guy feel her naked tit, Biff said to himself? He had done that too – and much more.
Soon the guy had unfastened Sandy's blouse. Once again, Biff was staring at her huge tits. But this time he wasn't within reach – he wasn't even in the same room.
"Um-m-m-m-m." Sandy moaned when her friend lowered his head and began sucking her gorgeous tits.
Big deal, Biff thought. But actually, he was dying with jealous lust. He noticed, but didn't admit to himself, that the guy was a lot more skillful than Biff had been.
Sandy was holding onto the guy's head as he sucked her tits. Her head was thrown back, and her mouth hung open.
Biff knew that she had assumed the same pose with him, but he couldn't see it. It seemed that peeking had its advantages. Naturally, though Biff would have given anything to trade places with the guy who had Sandy's tits in his mouth and hands.
Before long, the guy lifted his head. Then he calmly unbuttoned Sandy's jeans. He and Sandy pulled the tight jeans down. Then the guy carefully slipped her underpants down.
They kissed again. Sandy's thighs spread. Biff had a good view of her cunt. He saw again the tender cunt lips. But the view lasted only a few seconds. It was obliterated by the guy's hand as he grabbed Sandy's naked cunt.
Biff sighed. He could remember so well his own hand on her pussy. He remembered exactly how her wiry hair had felt against his palm and how soft and wet the inside of her cunt had felt.
As her friend finger-fucked her, Sandy began unbuttoning his shirt with deft movements of her pretty fingers. When his shirt was opened, she began rubbing his chest with soft, slow movements.
"Let me take off your shirt," Sandy said to her boyfriend.
He took his hand from her pussy. Sandy slipped his shirt off. Then she began unfastening his pants.
Biff's eyes traveled from Sandy's cunt to her tits and back again. But he was also watching how skillfully she was undressing that guy and how calm he was about it.
Soon, Biff was staring at the guy's hard prick. And he saw how Sandy leaned over it.
"It's so nice and big," he heard Sandy say.
Biff knew that his own prick was bigger. But Sandy seemed to like the one she was hovering over.
She touched the guy's cock with her fingertips. Biff could almost feel her touch on his own prick, which was hard and throbbing in his pants.
Biff's eyes were bulging. He had never thought a girl would handle a guy's cock like that. When she had touched his prick through his pants, she had to press harder to really feel it. Then, when Biff had taken his pants off, Sandy was eager to get fucked. So he missed having his prick handled like that. But Biff knew that if he had taken his own pants off before Sandy had gotten so desperate, she would have held his prick just like she was holding this guy's.
After playing with the guy's cock for a while, including lifting his balls and squeezing them gently, Sandy lowered her head and licked the tip of the guy's prick.
That made Biff gasp. Would she have licked his prick, he wondered? And if she had, would Biff have lived through it, or would he have died from excitement?
But it soon turned out that a lick was not all that Sandy was going to give the prick. She lowered her head still more and made that stiff cock disappear. While she sucked it, she held the boy's balls in her hand.
Biff felt dizzy. Having a chick suck his prick seemed too much to hope for. But here was Sandy, sucking that boy's cock. And she was sucking it eagerly, as though she were getting needed nourishment from it.
Without noticing what he was doing, Biff had cupped one hand over the bulge in his crotch. As he squeezed his prickhead, he tried to imagine what it would feel like to have his cock in a chick's mouth.
Biff could see bow wonderful it must feel – the boy seemed to be in heaven as Sandy bobbed her head up and down on his cock. His head was lying back and rolling from side to side.
The boy's prick must be reaching deep into Sandy's throat, Biff realized. Her nose was touching his pubic hair. Biff thought Sandy was terrific, even if it wasn't his own prick in her mouth.
But Biff was in for even greater thrills.
Sandy lifted her head from the boy's prick eventually. Then she lay back with her legs spread, just as she had with Biff a few days before.
Sandy said something to the boy that Biff didn't hear. Biff was ready to see the guy fit his joint into Sandy's cunt. It occurred to him that this would be a good time to jerk off.
Biff began unzipping his fly. But he stopped when the boy on the couch did something unexpected.
Rather than lying on top of Sandy, the boy was lying between her legs. His face was over Sandy's cunt.
At first Biff was confused. What were they doing, he wondered? Then he guessed, but he couldn't believe it. He had heard of guys sucking a girl's cunt, but he had always thought that was just a joke. He didn't think people really did such things.
In a few seconds, though the boy was holding his face to Sandy's cunt and nodding his head. There could be no doubt that he was actually licking Sandy's pussy!
Biff's face burned, and his breath was coming in short gasps. Sandy was a wilder chick than he could have guessed.
It was so exciting to watch this perverted performance that Biff couldn't even have jerked off if he wanted. He couldn't do anything but stand there like a statue.
Now it was Sandy who looked like she was in heaven. Obviously she loved having her cunt licked. She was arching her back in pleasure. And Biff could see the expression on her face.
Biff wondered if he could ever lick a girl's cunt. He had never thought about it – he didn't think a girl would really want him to. It would be exciting, that was for sure!
As the guy ate Sandy's pussy, he reached up to her tits. He spread his fingers and covered her huge mounds of quivering tit-flesh. Sandy put her hands over the boy's and made him squeeze her tits hard.
Biff's heart was pounding. But it almost stopped when Sandy turned her head toward the window.
She didn't seem to see him, though. At least she gave no sign that she saw him.
Biff decided that it was dark enough out there to hide him from the girl's sight. The room was well lighted, and that would make it even more difficult for Sandy to see him out there in the shadows. Besides, if she could see him, she wouldn't just lie there with that boy licking her cunt, Biff figured.
"Uh-h-h-h-h," Sandy moaned loud enough for Biff to hear her clearly.
She was still facing the window. Her mouth was open and her face was a picture of pure bliss.
"Ah-h-h-h-h-h," she cried. "Get inside me!"
With his eyes bulging, Biff watched the boy scramble up from between Sandy's legs. He covered her body with his own as he kissed her.
Biff realized that Sandy must be able to taste her own cunt juice on the boy's mouth. Rut it certainly didn't matter to her, judging by the way she was kissing him.
Sandy reached down to her crotch. The boy lifted his ass slightly.
Biff knew that Sandy was bringing the guy's cock to her cunt.
"A-a-a-a-a," Sandy whimpered, as the boy's ass lowered.
The guy was inside her, Biff knew. The sound of Sandy's whimper had told him that.
The boy began lifting and dropping his hips. Sandy was lifting her hips to meet the boy's. Slowly, then faster, they moved their hips back and forth, up and down.
This was the mysterious thing called fucking that had obsessed Biff for so long! But he was only a spectator. He was out in the cold while that other boy was experiencing the greatest thrill a man could know.
But even the vicarious enjoyment Biff was having was more than he thought possible. His own body was reacting as though he were the one sliding his prick in and out of Sandy's cunt.
Sandy was no longer looking toward the window. Biff felt safe from being discovered. So he couldn't resist taking his prick from his jeans.
With his fist around his thick cock, Biff moved the skin up and down in rhythm with the fucking he was watching.
"Uh-h-h-h-h-h," Sandy was moaning louder and louder.
In a few minutes, the boy lifted his head, bending it up and back. And outside, Biff was shaking as his fist moved quickly back and forth on his cock.
All three kids came at the same time. Then, as Sandy and the boy were slowing to a stop in each other's arms, Biff was pushing his sticky prick into his pants and backing away from the window.
As he rode home, Biff felt sad. Would he always be the horny kid – the one never getting laid and the one jerking off outside people's windows?
He decided to do everything he could to get laid. He would even call Sandy again. After all, she had almost fucked him once. And now he knew what she was capable of. Maybe the boy who had been with her while he peeked was just one of the guys she fucked. Maybe he could be one of them too!