The very next day, Biff called Sandy. Every other time he had called her, he had been very nervous. Now he was more nervous than ever.
It seemed that the stakes were going up. Now Biff felt that his chances were slimmer – after all, she seemed to have a boyfriend. But at the same time, the prize was greater – not only was Biff sure that Sandy was willing to fuck, but she sucked cocks as well!
Biff could hardly speak when he heard Sandy's voice on the phone. The way she said hello made Biff think of how she had taken that guy's cock into her mouth the evening before.
"Hi," Biff managed to croak. "It's me – Biff." There was a silence. Biff tried to think of something else to say, but he couldn't. The only thing he could think of saying was, "Please, please let me fuck you – please, please, please," and he knew that would be the wrong thing to say.
Finally, Sandy spoke.
"Did you have a good time outside my window last night?" she asked.
Biff couldn't believe he had heard her right. But he had. She had seen him peeking after all.
He felt as though he had been punched in the stomach. And his head felt light. His body reeled until he almost fell over. Then he slammed down the phone.
It was as though the world had come to an end. Biff ran to his room and threw himself down on his bed. Never had he felt so embarrassed, so humiliated.
And if he didn't feel bad enough already, he felt worse when he realized that Sandy might tell her mother. And Marge might tell his mother. He would kill himself if that happened.
It took hours for Biff to feel even slightly better. He knew that Sandy wouldn't tell her mother because she wouldn't want to admit that she had been fucking that guy. But it was still a horrible humiliation.
The phone rang. Biff felt too terrible to answer, but it kept on ringing and his mother wasn't home. So finally he did answer.
"Biff? It's Sandy," the voice in the phone said. Slam! Down went the receiver and Biff went back to his room. Was Sandy going to berate him for peeking? Was she going to torment him?
The phone rang again. It kept ringing even though he didn't answer. Biff held a pillow over his head so he couldn't hear it.
For the next few days, every time the phone rang, Biff shivered. He wouldn't answer it himself unless his mother told him to.
"Will you get that, dear?" his mother called from the bathroom.
Biff couldn't think of a good excuse for not answering, so he lifted the receiver and said hello. It was for his mother, and Biff breathed a deep sigh of relief.
Later that day the phone rang again. Luckily, his mother was near the phone, and she answered.
"It's for you, dear," she said. "It's a girl." Biff froze. His heart stopped.
"Tell her I'm not home," Biff said. "Don't be silly," his mother said, as she put her hand over the mouthpiece. "If it's someone you don't want to talk to, tell them that. But don't make me lie."
Biff saw no way out. He should have answered the phone himself. That way, he could have pretended it was the wrong number and hung up. Now he would have to talk to Sandy.
Biff took the phone from his mother. He hoped his mother didn't notice how ashamed he was as he said hello.
"Biff, it's me – Sandy. Please don't hang up!"
"Hi," Biff said.
His mother was still in the room, so Biff couldn't very well hang up on the girl. But that's what he wanted to do.
"Listen, don't be mad at me," Sandy said. "I know I shouldn't have mentioned that I saw you through the window the other night."
Biff began trembling. He was trying to think of a good excuse to hang up – something he could tell his mother when she asked what was the matter.
"I don't blame you," Sandy was saying. "If I happened to look through someone's window and saw what you did, I would keep watching too."
What was Sandy talking about, Biff wondered? He was so humiliated that he couldn't concentrate on what she was saying.
"In fact, I did peek into someone's window once," Sandy continued. "I'll tell you about it sometime."
Biff was trying to figure out what was happening. Could Sandy really be taking this whole thing so lightly?
"Biff? Are you still there?" Sandy asked.
Biff realized that he hadn't said a word. He still would rather not. He couldn't trust his voice in his shaken condition.
"Yeah," he managed to say…
"Good. I thought you might have hung up on, me again," Sandy said.
"No," Biff said.
"Why don't you came over here and let me apologize for embarrassing you?" Sandy said.
Bill was confused. He was the one who had peeked through her window, after all. So why was she apologizing to him?
"What?" Biff asked.
"I shouldn't have said anything about you peeking in the window," Sandy explained. "I should have realized you would be embarrassed."
"Oh," Biff said, still confused.
"Come on over right now," Sandy said. "No one's home."
Biff couldn't believe his ears. A few minutes ago, he was hoping he would never hear of Sandy again. Now she was inviting him to her house – and very likely to her cunt.
The two times Biff had been to her house had been disastrous. He still was embarrassed about being caught by Sandy's mother, and being, caught peeking in the window was even worse. So the thought of going there again was frightening. But the thought of Sandy's body and the things he had seen her do through her window were too much to ignore.
"OK," Biff said into the phone.
"Good," Sandy said with genuine excitement. "See you in a little while."
"Now, aren't you glad you talked to her?" June asked her son.
"Yeah, I guess," Biff said.
His mother could see that the boy was in a stupor. She couldn't know what was going on, but she knew that Biff was a horny kid. June knew what it was like for teenagers beginning their sexual careers. She could remember her own first experiences.
"I'm going out," Biff said.
"Have fun," his mother called after him.
Fun? How could he have fun when he was quaking in his shoes? Rather than looking for fun. Biff was acting like a robot driven by uncontrollable forces.
He got on his bicycle and began pedaling. His head was full of thoughts – naturally he thought about plunging his prick into Sandy's sweet cunt. But he also thought about other things. For instance, it occurred to him that Sandy might be luring him into a trap. Maybe her boyfriend would be at her house waiting to beat him up. Or perhaps Sandy's mother was home and they were planning to scold him for peeking into the window.
But nothing could keep Biff from trying to get at Sandy's gorgeous body. Now it wasn't only her cunt that he was interested in. After watching through her window, he was just as eager to have her mouth on his prick and to have his tongue in her cunt.
Since he had been so wrapped up in his thoughts on the way to Sandy's he arrived sooner than he expected.
As he rode his bike into her driveway, he was sweating and panting. He felt like a soldier about to go into battle rather than a kid about to get fucked.
Sandy met him at the front door. As soon as Biff saw her, he felt like running away. Maybe he would have if his legs hadn't felt so rubbery.
"Hi," Sandy said happily.
"Hi," Biff said breathlessly.
Sandy took his arm and led him into the living room. There didn't seem to be anyone home. But Biff was still half expecting to be ambushed by Sandy's boy friend or mother.
"Don't be so nervous," Sandy said. "I'm not going to bite you."
"You're really not mad at me then?" Biff asked timidly.
Sandy laughed. She said she wasn't and told Biff to relax.
"In fact," she began, "seeing you out there watching me get fucked made it even more exciting."
"Really?" Biff asked.
"Yeah," Sandy said. "But if I knew you were coming over, I would have sent Don home."
"Really?" Biff asked in amazement. "He isn't your boyfriend or anything?"
"Him?" Sandy asked. "No. He's just an old friend."
"Then will you…" Biff stammered.
He was dying to ask Sandy to fuck him. And when he found out that he couldn't say the word he began to get scared that he would blow his chance again.
"Will I fuck you?" Sandy asked the question for him.
Biff nodded like an idiot – it was all he could do in his horny helplessness.
Rather than answer him, Sandy crossed her arms in front of her, grabbed her jersey and lifted it over her head.
When Biff saw the girl's beautiful tits spill out, he forgot everything else in the world. Sandy's tits stood out on her chest, pointing up at Biff's face.
"Take your clothes off," Sandy instructed. Biff began undressing. This time he began with his shirt. His hands were shaking, but he finally got his shirt off as Sandy was pulling down her jeans. She took off her jeans, underpants and shoes in one operation. So as Biff began pulling down his pants, Sandy was already standing naked in front of him.
At last Biff was naked too.
Standing naked a few feet away from Sandy's bare body, his prick stiff and reaching out to her, was stupefying.
Biff couldn't move. His eyes traveled up and down Sandy's body.
It was she who moved first. Taking two steps forward, Sandy brought her naked body to Biff's.
Biff gasped as he felt his prick meet Sandy's belly. Then her erect nipples touched his chest. Suddenly, they threw their arms around each other and their lips crashed together.
His tongue slipped into Sandy's mouth as Biff felt a woman's naked body pressing against his own for the first time in his life. His prick was sandwiched between their bellies. Sandy's big tits were mashed against his chest.
They kissed deeply. And as their tongues explored each other's mouths, Biff reached down to Sandy's ass. He ran his fingers over the smooth asscheeks and up and down her ass crack.
Bill felt Sandy's pubic curls tickling his balls. He tightened his hand on her ass, squeezing the firm flesh there.
When Sandy slipped out of his grasp, Biff had a moment of fright. Was her mother home again? But when he saw Sandy sink down on the couch with her arms held out to him, he knew everything was fine.
Dropping down onto the couch next to her, Biff took her into his arms again. Immediately, one of Biff's hands covered a big tit and squeezed.
"Uh-h-h-h-h," Sandy sighed.
When Biff felt Sandy touch his naked thigh, his body trembled. His prick was already so bloated, the skin was stretched taut. Now his cock began to twitch wildly.
Sandy began moving her hand toward Biff's crotch. Her fingertips slid along the tender flesh inside his thigh. Biff had never experienced anything like this!
Finally, Sandy's fingers arrived at the heavy balls lying on Biff's thigh. Lightly, her fingers moved over them to the base of his thick prick.
"M-m-m-m-m," Biff whimpered into Sandy's mouth as they continued sucking each other's tongue.
Now Sandy's fingers were moving along the shaft of Biff's cock. Biff squirmed with ecstasy.
No girl had ever touched his naked cock before. And the sensation was unbelievable.
Biff began to wonder if he was going to come before he got a chance to stick his prick into Sandy's pussy. If she kept handling his prick like that, he would.
So Biff reached for her cunt. Although he would have liked to take his time, he couldn't wait. After all, he'd been waiting for this moment for several years. Besides, if he didn't hurry and fuck her, her mother might come home again.
When Biff's fingers found the wet lips of Sandy's cunt, her legs opened automatically. And as her thighs spread, her cuntlips opened.
Biff's fingers were swimming in the slippery juice that seeped from her hot pussy. The inner lips of her cunt wiggled under his fingers as he explored.
"Oh, oh-h-h-h-h!" Sandy moaned.
With his middle finger, Biff entered Sandy's cunt. He had forgotten since last time how silky smooth and tender that pussy was. But now that he was feeling its slippery walls, he was even more eager to slip his prick in there.
He pushed Sandy down so that she was lying beneath him. He crawled between her spread legs and brought his cock to the entrance of her steaming cunt.
"What's your hurry?" Sandy asked.
"I'm not in a hurry," Biff gasped as he stuck his cockhead into her wet tangle of pubic hair.
"Well, if you can't wait, that's all right," Sandy said.
She reached down to her cunt and guided Biff's prick to the lips of her opened pussy.
"Uh-h-h-h," Biff moaned as he felt the hot lips of Sandy's cunt spreading around the bulging head of his prick.
He lowered his hips. His prick sank into Sandy's body.
When Biff had his cock fitted into Sandy's deep cunt and their pubic hair was intertwined, he began to realize just how glorious fucking was.
He tried to concentrate on the sensation of having his prick held in the tight grip of a juicy pussy. It was pure heaven! The lining of Sandy's cunt was stretched over his throbbing cock. It held him and caressed him.
But when Biff began sliding his prick in and out, he almost fainted from the intense ecstasy.
"Uh-h-h, uh-h-h-h!" he panted, as be fucked her.
The way Sandy's cunt was sliding over his prick was giving Biff a thrill like he'd never imagined. His fat cockhead would lead the way, spreading her cunt's lining. Then, on the backstroke, the high ridge around his cockhead would tug at the tender cunt walls.
Biff loved fucking. And he wasn't the only one. Under him, Sandy was squirming and pumping her hips. She adapted herself to Biff's rhythm – as his hips came down, driving his prick into her cunt, Sandy lifted her hips, meeting him halfway.
After a half dozen strokes, though, Biff was no longer aware of his prick or Sandy's cunt. Now his whole body was tingling with sexual joy. Every atom, even the hairs on his head, seemed to be soaring into blissfulness.
By the time Biff came, he was insane with lust. His hips jerked back and forth. His back was arched. His head was thrown back.
"E-e-e-e-e-e!" he howled, as his prick exploded inside Sandy's gripping pussy.
Biff's life seemed to be draining through his prick into Sandy's body. Biff was experiencing the greatest orgasm of his life. This was nothing like jerking off!
When his prick was drained, and after a few last thrusts of his hips, Biff collapsed on Sandy's warm body.
"Oh-h-h, that was so-o-o-o wonderful!" he gasped. "I never…"
He didn't want to admit, even now, that he had never gotten fucked before.
"This was your first time, wasn't it?" Sandy asked.
"Yeah," Biff said.
There was no point denying it, he figured. He knew his clumsy performance made it obvious.
"I thought so," Sandy said. "That's why you were in such a hurry, huh?"
"Was I in a hurry?" Biff asked – he really didn't even know.
"Yeah, I wasn't quite ready," Sandy said.
"Oh, gee, I'm sorry," Biff said. "Really, if I had known."
Sandy's cunt had been wet and slippery. So Biff had thought she was ready. He had a lot to learn.
"That's all right," she said. "I still enjoyed it. But I didn't come."
"Oh," Biff said.
He hadn't even thought about that. His own lust was all that he could think about. But now he felt bad.
"Is there anything I can do?" be asked. "Yes," Sandy said. "Why don't you bring me off with your fingers. I love that!"
"OK," Biff said as he slipped his prick from Sandy's cunt.
She slid her body out from under his. They lay side by side on the couch. Sandy held her legs spread – her cunt was gaping.
Suddenly Biff realized that he didn't know how to make Sandy come. And now that he had admitted to her that this was his first fuck, he didn't mind admitting that he didn't know how to give her an orgasm. So he asked.
"Just move your fingers around like this," she said, as she took Biff's hand and moved it around in her cunt.
Biff's fingers traced the ridges of slippery flesh that were Sandy's inner lips.
"Here's my clit," she explained as she placed Biff's finger on the tiny kernel buried in the puckered flesh near the top of her pussy. "This is where I like to be touched the most. But I like it when you run your fingers all around in my pussy!"
As Biff gave Sandy's cunt a massage, she moved her hips in a circular motion.
Lying beside this gorgeous chick, diddling her cunt, was almost as fun as fucking her had been. Also, in this position, Biff had the pleasure of watching Sandy's face. Her pretty features and flawless complexion were wearing an expression of deep and profound sexual lust.
"M-m-m-m-m. That feels so good!" Sandy whispered.
By this time Biff's prick was stiff again. It throbbed against the creamy skin of Sandy's thigh. She must have felt it there, because she reached for it and took it into her hand.
"Oh-h-h-h-h," Sandy moaned with a quivering voice.
Biff saw her bite her lip. Her brow was wrinkled as though she were concentrating on something.
"My clit! Rub my clit!" she cried. "Yeah-h-h-h!"
Biff's finger had wandered into Sandy's pussy. But now he was rubbing her clit for all he was worth.
"Ah-h-h-h-h!" Sandy moaned in a strange voice.
Her body was twisting and shaking. Biff remembered how Sandy's mother had looked when he saw her jerking off years before. But that memory was nothing compared to what he was seeing now.
Sandy's tits were quivering with her gyrations. Her face was screwed up in a grimace of lust.
"I'm coming," she gasped breathlessly. "O-o-o-o-o-o!"
She lifted her head and shoulders from the couch as her body convulsed. Biff's fingers continued to massage her clit as he watched her in the grip of ecstasy.
Sandy would have fallen off the couch as she bucked and jerked if Biff hadn't been holding her. She was still gripping his prick.
Gradually, Sandy began to relax. But Biff kept rubbing her clit until she stopped him.
"That's enough," she whispered. "Oh, that was terrific! I love to come!"
"You look so beautiful when you come," Biff told her.
"So do you," she said with a smile.
Biff realized that she had been looking up at him while he came. That was an exciting thought! Sex seemed to have many pleasures that he never thought of.
But now, after rubbing Sandy off and watching her come, Biff was horny again. He was shy about asking her to fuck him again.
Since Sandy was holding his prick, though, she understood. When a cock twitches like Biff's cock was, it could only mean one thing.
"Lie on your back," Sandy said.
Biff obeyed. His hard prick throbbed above his stomach as Sandy ran her hand over his thighs. She caressed his balls, then lifted them gently.
Biff lay there watching Sandy play with his body. Watching made the thrill of her handling his cock and balls even more spectacular. But he hoped that she would take his prick into her mouth. He would have asked her to, but he was afraid she might not want to now that his prick was covered with dried come and her own cunt juice.
But Sandy proved to be a truly lusty chick. She lowered her face to Biff's prick while he watched with bulging eyes.
Holding the shaft of Biff's prick with one hand, Sandy gave his fat cockhead a wet lick. And as her soft tongue slid over the tender knob, Biff shivered with pleasure.
This was a new sensation – a thrilling one. Again and again Sandy's pink tongue flashed as she licked Biff's cock. She looked like a little girl with an ice cream cone, Biff thought.
Then Sandy opened her mouth wide and took the tip of Biff's prick into it. Biff shivered slightly.
Sandy's mouth was nice and hot on his prick, but it was different from her cunt. Besides being able to feel her teeth on his shaft, getting sucked was definitely different from getting fucked. Biff didn't know which he liked better.
Biff felt Sandy's tongue wiggling around his prick as she held it in her mouth. Then she began moving her head up and down, sliding his prick over her tongue.
This was at least as good as getting fucked, Biff thought. Having his prick in Sandy's mouth was something he had never even dreamed about until a few nights before.
Sandy looked up at Biff. She sure did look kinky with her mouth stretched around his thick cock, he thought. He smiled at her, and she seemed to be smiling back, but it was hard to tell with his prick in her mouth.
Having his cock sliding over Sandy's soft tongue while her teeth gently scraped his cockshaft was sending Biff back to the heights of passion. He hoped she was going to let him come in her mouth. He was already feeling the first stirring of an orgasm.
Faster and faster Sandy's head bobbed. Higher and higher Biff's lust rose.
Again he arched his back. And as Sandy looked up at his face, she saw his expression of lust.
"Uh-h-h, uh-h-h-h, uh-h-h-h," Biff moaned.
Sandy's head was moving up and down quite rapidly now. Biff's prick was fucking her mouth just as it had fucked her pussy a short time before.
Besides the intense pleasure of having his cock sucked, Biff enjoyed the way Sandy's tits were lying on his thigh and the way she held his balls.
He was going to shoot his load! He desperately wanted to come in Sandy's mouth. But he thought he'd better warn her. After all, he could imagine that a chick would want to avoid getting a mouthful of jism.
"I-I'm going to come!" Biff gasped.
But rather than take her mouth from his prick, Sandy began bobbing her head up and down a bit faster. The thrill of knowing that he was going to be allowed to shoot right into her mouth was all that Biff needed to explode.
"Ah-h-h-h-h!" he cried, as a hot bullet of cum sprang from his cock. As he came, he watched Sandy close he eyes and continue, sucking. When his prick stopped spewing, Sandy's head became still. But she kept his prick in her mouth.
"Oh-h-h, Sandy!" Biff sighed.
Sandy lifted her head at last. Wiping her mouth with her hand, she tossed her head to get her long blond hair out of her face.
"I love to suck cocks!" she said.
Biff realized that she had swallowed his jism. Would this girl do anything, he wondered? If so, he was in for an exciting summer!
Biff and Sandy lay around on the couch for a while. Then they got dressed. They talked about fucking and how much fun it was.
Biff decided he'd better get going before Marge came home. Now that they were both dressed, it wouldn't be embarrassing like the last time. Still, Biff felt he would rather not run into Sandy's mother under the circumstances.
Besides, now that he had experienced the heights of sexual joy, Biff felt like being alone and thinking about the fun he'd had.