That evening at dinner, Biff could hardly meet his mother's eyes, so he didn't notice that she couldn't look him in the eye either.
The thought that his mother was a lesbian made his head spin. He had an idea that it was Marge who had introduced his mother to that perversion. He knew his mother, and he knew Marge.
Imagining his mother and Marge in bed together fueled Biff's horniness. He was already looking forward to his next visit with Sandy. Now he couldn't wait to see her. He called her that night.
Sandy said she was busy that evening and the next day. But she made a date with Biff for the day after.
Biff found that he was as horny while those two days passed as he had been before he fucked Sandy. It was even worse because he supposed that she was fucking other guys during those two days. And his mother's perversion for some reason, seemed to make him even hornier.
So when Biff finally saw Sandy again, she looked better than ever. They met at her house again. And again no one was home.
"Hi," Sandy said as she opened the door.
Biff said hi, then stepped up to the girl and latched on to her waist. He kissed her. He caught one of her firm tits in his hand.
"I made us a picnic lunch," Sandy said. "I thought we'd drive over to the lake and have a picnic. I even packed a bottle of wine."
Driving to the lake with Sandy in her sports car and picnicking with wine sounded terrific to Biff, but not half as terrific as fucking her again.
"What's the matter?" Sandy asked. "You look disappointed."
"No," Biff protested. "It's just that I thought…"
He couldn't admit that his only interest in her was sexual. Even a young kid like Biff knew that. Besides, he really did want to go on the picnic. He just wanted to fuck her first!
"I know," Sandy said. "You want to fuck. Well, we can do that later. Fucking isn't the only thing in life, you know."
Biff admitted that it wasn't. It was just what he needed more than anything else at the moment.
They got into Sandy's car and sped off. Sandy was a good driver, and Biff's mind was taken off his horny urges for a while. But it was a very short while. Within minutes, he was looking longingly at Sandy's large tits and pretty profile.
Biff put his hand on Sandy's hand, which was on the gearshift knob. But when she shifted gears, he had to take his hand off. Then he put his hand on her thigh. In turn, she put her hand on his thigh. And even though she had to keep removing it to shift gears, she was driving Biff wild.
When they got to the winding road at the lake, Sandy kept both hands on the wheel; she drove fast, with concentration.
It was exciting for Biff to be in the speeding car. But his mind was elsewhere – in Sandy's pants.
Finally she parked. They got out and carried the picnic basket up the hill beside the lake.
"This looks like a good spot," Sandy announced. "It has a good view and it's private too."
They spread the blanket she had brought and sat down. Sandy immediately opened the picnic basket.
Biff moved to her side and put an arm around her. Just having her luscious body by his side drove him crazy.
"Come on, Biff," Sandy complained. "Give me some room."
Biff threw himself down, away from the girl.
"Biff, you're being a big baby," she scolded. "Why do boys have to be such brats? If you don't get what you want immediately, you pout."
She was right, Biff knew. He was being a baby. He sat up, looking sheepish.
When he saw the food that Sandy was taking from the basket, his spirits lifted somewhat. She had prepared a feast. There was roasted chicken, all sorts of salads, a long skinny loaf of bread and a bottle of wine.
"Will you open the wine while I dish this stuff out?" she asked. "Here's a corkscrew."
Biff had never opened a bottle of wine with a corkscrew before. It seemed there was no end of things he hadn't done before. At least he was learning a lot.
As they ate, Biff began to feel better. His horniness was still tearing at him, but he realized that the hornier he got, the more fun fucking Sandy would be.
"Isn't the lake beautiful?" Sandy said.
It was. And Biff had to admit to himself that Sandy's idea of this picnic was perfect.
When the food was devoured, Biff moved close to Sandy again. They stretched out, propped up on their elbows, sipping wine and nibbling at each other's mouth.
By the time the wine was gone, Biff was feeling quite happy. In fact, he was almost dizzy. He wasn't used to drinking, and he'd had a lot of the wine.
Now, as he wrapped his arms around Sandy, Biff's horniness was mixed with a blurry dizziness. He was still as eager as ever to fuck her, but he felt that he could take his time.
Their mouths tasted of wine as they twisted their tongues around each others. Biff put a hand on Sandy's tit. But he didn't squeeze this time.
Rather, he surveyed its roundness with his fingers. Slowly, languidly, they began. Nevertheless, their lust grew, and their pleasure was as keen as always.
They began reaching farther and farther into each other's mouths with their tongues. And they moved their bodies closer and closer. Soon they were pressed together. Sandy could feel Biff's prick throbbing against her stomach through the layers of clothing.
Biff ran his fingers over the stiff bump of Sandy's erect nipples. Then he tucked his hand inside her jersey. He'd forgotten how soft and silken her naked tits felt.
Sandy let her hips falls back so he could slide her hand between their crotches. She pressed her fingers to the lump of Biff's prick.
The wine they had drunk slowed down their kissing and touching. But that didn't mean they weren't burning with lust.
Biff was already wondering whether he could fuck Sandy here above the lake without being seen by other people.
Sandy was certainly going to want to be fucked, Biff knew. She was clutching his prick-like a beggar clutching a crust of bread. She was obviously longing for his big cock.
Even with the wine affecting his brain, Biff knew that they could find a secluded spot in the woods just up the hill from where they were.
Biff began kissing Sandy's neck. Then he nibbled on her earlobe and stuck his tongue into her mouth.
"O-o-o-o-o," she squealed, "that feels good!"
"Let's go up into the woods," Biff suggested in a panting voice.
"OK," Sandy agreed.
They jumped to their feet. It took a second for them to get their balance because they were both slightly drunk. And then Biff had to adjust the position of his stiff prick before he could move.
Sandy had begun running up the hill toward the trees. Biff took off after her. Watching her lovely ass wiggle as she ran, Biff was even more eager to fuck her.
They had to find a nice private spot, so Biff wasn't in a hurry to catch Sandy. Besides it was wonderful to run like this. He could watch Sandy's beautiful ass and every now and then she would make a turn, giving Biff a view of her tits leaping on her chest.
Finally, Sandy stopped. She turned to Biff, then collapsed onto the soft, mossy floor of the woods.
"Oh, I'm all out of breath," she gasped with a smile.
Biff felt like a conquering hunter as he ran to where she lay. Dropping down beside her, he took [missing text].
They clung to one another as they caught their breaths.
"What a beautiful spot," Sandy said. Biff looked around. It was beautiful. Tall tree surrounded them. Sunlight like golden spears reached them through the leaves above. It was the perfect spot to fuck a gorgeous creature like Sandy. Biff thought [missing text].
He slipped his hand into her jersey again. They had caught their breaths enough to being feasting on each other's tongues.
Biff spread his hand over one of Sandy's enormous tits. Then he slowly closed his hand, gathering her tit tightly.
Suddenly Biff had to have her tits in his mouth. He lifted her jersey, exposing her creamy tit-flesh. After gazing at their beauty for several seconds, Biff lowered his face.
"Ah-h-h-h-h," Sandy sighed, as Biff's mouth fastened on one of her hard nipples.
Biff sucked her nipple into his mouth. His tongue moved over it hungrily. He sucked like a baby, but rather than milk, passion was what flowed between them.
Sandy wrapped her arms around Biff's head as she began to writhe with pleasure.
"Oh, Biff, I love the way you suck my tits," she whispered.
The boy opened his mouth wider. More of Sandy's tit-flesh was sucked into his mouth. Soon, he had half of her great tit stuffed into his mouth. His teeth pressed into her tender flesh.
When Biff lifted his face, her tit was soaked with his warm saliva. Biff moved his wet face to her other tit, and he sucked that one for a while. Then he lowered his face into the valley between her tits and let the softness and heat caress his face.
As Biff enjoyed the bliss of Sandy's tits, his hand began to unfasten her pants. He unsnapped the button and pulled down her zipper. Then he slipped his hand into her underpants until his fingers were entangled in her pubic hair.
That was as far as he could go until she undressed, Biff knew. But he wasn't in such a hurry now. She was all his, the day was young, and he wanted to be in a frantic state before he actually slipped his prick into her.
So for the time being, Biff was content to suck Sandy's tits and run his fingers through her cuntal curls.
But Sandy seemed to be a bit more eager to get on with it. While he sucked her tits, she reached down and gave her jeans a tug. They slipped down her hips slightly. Now Biff could fit his hand down over her cunt.
Down between Sandy's moist thighs, hot slippery juice was running from her cunt. Biff felt it right away. Below her cunt, the bottoms of her asscheeks were already wet from the seeping pussy juice.
With all that lubrication, Biff's fingers slipped into Sandy's cunt effortlessly. His fingers were immediately plunged into her juice. They swam into her pussy.
"M-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m," Sandy hummed. "Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h, Biff!"
Sandy spread her legs. Her cunt opened. It seemed to be trying to devour Biff's hand.
He had two fingers in Sandy's gaping cunt. His other fingers were moving about, tickling her outer lips. Biff's thumb rested on her clit.
"Oh-h-h-h-b-h," Sandy moaned.
With his mouth full of Sandy's tit and his fingers swimming in her cunt, Biff felt a new urge. He felt a kinky thrill run through him as he thought about licking Sandy's cunt. Could he do it?
Biff had seen Sandy have her cunt lapped when he peeked through her window. So he knew that she liked it. But would he like it? As he felt around in her soaking pussy with his fingers, he tried to imagine what it might be like to stick his tongue into it.
It wasn't long before Biff knew he would have to try. Just thinking about it had made his heart pound. There was no stopping now!
Biff lifted his face from Sandy's tits. He could see how they shone with his saliva. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Then, with trembling hands, he grabbed Sandy's jeans. She lifted her, ass. Biff pulled down her pants.
He saw her cunt appear as her jeans slid down. As he removed her jeans from her feet, he looked and saw the pink inner lips of her pussy. His head spun.
Sandy saw the boy kneeling beside her legs gazing at her cunt. She let her thighs open. Her pussy lips spread, showing Biff the little ridges of flesh that surrounded her pussy.
Biff climbed over one of Sandy's legs. Then he lowered himself onto his stomach so his face was above her spread pussy.
He could already smell the strange odor of Sandy's hot cunt juice. The kinky smell thrilled him.
"Oh, Biff!" Sandy gasped. "You're wonderful! You're so nice!"
Her pubic hair bristled over Biff's lips. He stuck out his tongue and gave Sandy's cunt a lick. Then another, and another.
"O-o-o-o-o-o," Sandy sighed.
Biff liked it. Her cunt tasted good. The wiggly pussy lips slid under his tongue. But the best thing about sucking her cunt was the sheer kinkiness of it.
Sandy began moving her hips slightly. Soft moans came almost continuously from her open mouth.
As Biff moved his tongue up and down her spread and soaking cunt, he looked up over her hairy pussy mound. He saw that she was lying with her arms thrown over her head. Her tits were still exposed under the pulled-up jersey. Sandy lifted her legs. Suddenly, Biff had better access to her cunt. It seemed to be beckoning his tongue.
Biff moved his tongue around her waiting cunt entrance a few times. Then he slowly slipped his tongue into it.
"Ah-h-h-h!" Sandy cried.
Curling his tongue in the tight pussy, Biff made Sandy shiver and wiggle. He moved his tongue in a stirring motion and slipped it in and out. Fucking her with his tongue was just as exciting as fucking her with his prick, Biff realized.
"Oh-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h-h," Sandy moaned louder. Biff recognized those desperate sounds. He knew Sandy would be coming soon. She was going to have an orgasm while his tongue lashed the interior of her pussy! He couldn't think of anything more exciting!
Sandy grabbed handfuls of Biff's hair. Being held at her cunt like that made Biff more eager to give Sandy a good orgasm. So he began covering the spread pussy with quick, hard licks.
He could feel the hard little clit as his tongue passed over it. And every time he licked it, Sandy's body jerked.
So Biff began concentrating his cunt-licking on that sensitive organ.
"A-a-a-a-a-a!" Sandy wailed.
Now she was jerking her hips wildly. As she held Biff's head at her pussy by gripping his hair, she ground her clit onto his tongue.
With his tongue thrust out and Sandy rubbing her clit against it with all her might, Biff felt as though he had been caught in a machine of some sort. But he didn't mind. In fact, he was proud of himself for the obvious ecstasy Sandy was experiencing.
"A-a-a-a-a-a-a!" she continued, crying like a siren.
She was coming, Biff knew. She was coming while his tongue was sliding over her clit and drooling pussy!
"Ah-h-h-h-h!" Sandy moaned, as her hips bucked.
Looking up over her belly, Biff watched the girl's big tits heaving wildly on her chest. The way her tits moved so violently must have become uncomfortable suddenly, Biff thought, as he saw Sandy reach for them and grip them in her hands.
"Oh, oh," Sandy gasped, as her gyrations slowed. "Oh, Biff… that was the best… the best…"
She was too breathless to say more. But her breathlessness itself said everything.
When Biff took his head from her crotch, he felt like a real man. And now that he had given Sandy such pleasure, it was his turn. He'd earned it.
Quickly, he pulled down his pants. He didn't even take them off. He was too eager to sink his twitching cock in Sandy's pussy.
With his jeans around his knees, he fell on top of Sandy. She lifted her legs, wrapping them around his hips.
Sandy's cunt was soaked and gaping from Biff's tongue-lashing, so his prick slipped into it easily. Suddenly Biff was filled with the immeasurable ecstasy of having his prick held in the hot grasp of a cunt.
Sandy wrapped her arms around him. They kissed deeply. And Biff's hips began to rise and fall. His prick slipped back and forth in the tender tunnel of Sandy's cunt.
The excitement of eating Sandy's cunt had left Biff at the edge of ecstasy. So it didn't take long for his body to reach the limit. His prick was filling Sandy's cunt with hot jism, and Biff was out of his mind with sexual bliss.
Although his prick was soon spent Biff remained on top of Sandy. His cock slowly deflated in her pussy.
"You really know how to eat a pussy!" Sandy told him. "I never came like that in my life!"
"Really?" Biff asked.
"Yeah, it was terrific!" she said.
"Am I too heavy for you?" Biff asked. "Should I get off?"
"No!" Sandy said as she gave him a hug with her arms and legs.
Biff thought he should keep it a secret. On the other hand, though, it was exciting news. Sandy would probably want to know.
So Biff told her exactly what had happened.
"What?" she demanded. "Do you mean my mother is a lesbian?"
She pushed him off her. Then she began reaching for her jeans.
Biff realized that he had made a mistake. But now that he told her, he would have to convince her so she wouldn't think he had made it up.
"I'm just telling you what happened," he said as he pulled up his own pants. "I heard my mother moaning like crazy. Then I saw your mother leave the house."
"Maybe your mother was moaning in pain," Sandy said.
"Sandy, I know the difference between the sound of pain and fucking," Biff said.
"Well, maybe there was a man there that you didn't see," Sandy said.
"Maybe," Biff admitted, even though he knew there was no man. But he didn't want to ruin this perfect afternoon by having a fight with Sandy.
"Well, don't go around saying things like that about my mother if you're not sure," Sandy said.
Biff apologized. They walked arm in arm back to where they had their picnic. There was still cake and cookies to eat. But Biff found that after pussy, cake and cookies were kid's stuff.