The next day in class was the same as others, though. If anything, Dave had a harder time concentrating on grammar. Looking at Miss Lange and her desk, where he had fucked her, kept Dave thinking about his after school bliss.
But Miss Lange didn't treat him any differently. She called on him to answer a question, her eyes as cool and level as ever. Dave barely managed to croak out the answer since he was reliving in his mind the fucking they'd done. He could still taste her juicy cunt!
There was only one answer to his problems – find a chick here at Jones High.
Maybe he'd been going about it wrong, he thought. Rather than wait to get friendly with a chick, why didn't he merely call up one of the girls in his class and ask her out?
Dave decided on Joyce, a girl in his math class. He'd talked to her a few times when they met in the hall on their way to class. She was pretty and stacked. And her tight sweaters gave him the notion she might be willing to fuck.
So that evening he looked up her number and called her. He asked her out for Friday evening. That way, if she refused to satisfy his lust, he could take it out on Sally's cunt the next day.
"I'm going to a party Friday," Joyce said. "But you could come to the party too, if you'd like."
"Sure, that'll be great," Dave said.
If this party was going to be like the ones he went to before moving, he would get a chance to fuck Joyce. And if it wasn't that sort of party, he would at least get to meet some other chicks.
Dave felt that he was going to find his place in the Jones High social order. He rode his bike to Joyce's house. Her parents were going to drive then to the party.
Joyce looked nice in her party dress. It was low cut and showed off her firm tits. Her brown, slightly frizzy hair hung to her shoulders, and a pendant bounced in the valley between her tits. All in all, she was a sexy image of young girlhood. Except for the way her glasses made her eyes seem overly large, she was quite pretty.
She introduced Dave to her parents. They were dressed up, too.
"The Bocks throw some pretty wild parties," Mr. Clark, Joyce's father, said. "I want you kids to have a good time, but don't let Joe talk you into taking any drinks."
Dave suddenly realized that this party was at a friend of the family. He wasn't going out with Joyce. He was going out with her whole damn family! What had he gotten himself into? He cursed himself for asking her out in the first place. Girls with thick glasses always turn out to be nerds.
But it was too late to back out now. So Dave steeled himself for a boring evening.
When they got to the Bocks, Dave was surprised to hear rock music coming from the party. Maybe there would be some young people there after all. But when they entered, Dave found that Joyce and he were the only teenagers there. Everybody else was his parents' age.
Dave hated not knowing anyone. So, in spite of what Mr. Clark said about drinking, he went to the bar and poured himself a ginger ale and diluted it with plenty of bourbon.
As he cruised around, several people stopped him to talk. They weren't a bad bunch, Dave decided. But he would rather be in a group of kids necking and drinking beer. And, of course, he would rather be fucking Joyce.
It was a huge party. There was dancing in one room, talking in another, and the Bocks had a pool, around which people stood munching snacks.
After a few drinks, Dave was having a pretty good time. Some of these older people were nice and they knew some very funny stories.
"Were've you been?" Joyce said as she came up to Dave out by the pool.
"Oh, I've been mingling," Dave said. "This is a pretty good party, you know?"
"I'm glad you're having a good time," Joyce said. "I was afraid you got the wrong idea when you accepted my invitation. I guess I didn't tell you this was going to be a party of my parents' friends."
"That's all right," Dave said. "As long as I get to spend the evening with you."
He knew he was laying it on a bit thick, but the bourbon was going to his head.
"They have a nice house here," Dave said. "Let's see what's over there."
He led Joyce around the side of the house into a nice garden. There didn't seem to be anyone around, so he put his arm around her.
"Aren't those azaleas beaut…"
But her words were gagged by Dave's mouth as he kissed her. She was startled, but she let her mouth open and she welcomed Dave's tongue. But when he lifted his hand to her tit, Joyce wiggled out of the embrace.
"Don't, Dave!" she gasped. "Someone will see us!"
"No they won't," he said. "Besides, most of them are too drunk to notice."
"I don't care!" Joyce said. "I'm going back inside."
She left him there, his prick hard and his lust still rising.
"Too bad," a voice said from the darkness. Dave spun around. A woman strolled toward him. She was short and had monumental tits. Dave had noticed her before because of her gigantic tits.
"Lost your girl, huh?" she said drunkenly. "Yeah, I seem to have," Dave said as he looked at the woman's tits.
She stood before him, her drink held crookedly in her hand, weaving from side to side. Her red dress was very low cut, showing much of her huge tits.
Dave introduced himself.
"Dave, sweetheart," she said. "I've got to show you something. Come with me."
Then, as Dave watched, she reached behind her. Before he knew what was happening, she unfastened her dress and dropped the front of it from her tits. Dave stared at the biggest, firmest pair of tits he'd ever seen, even in girly magazines.
"What do you think of these tits?" she asked. "They're… incredible!" Dave said as his eyes bulged.
"Feel them! Go ahead," she insisted. "Feel how firm they are!"
Dave put one hand on one of her tits. With his fingers stretched over it, it looked even bigger. And they were firm! Dave put his drink down and felt her other tits.
"These tits have gotten me in a lot of trouble, though," the woman said. "And they might again."
Dave couldn't take his hands from those monumental tits. He began to run his hands over her tits, over the tops and bottoms and over her enormous nipples.
"God, I love to have my tits handled," the woman said in a husky voice. "And I love the way you handle them!"
"I always go crazy when someone feels my tits," she said ominously. "I just have to get fucked after having my tits rubbed!"
Dave squeezed harder, sinking his fingers into her tits.
"Kiss them!" the woman gasped as she grabbed Dave and pulled him down onto the floor with her.
He dropped his mouth on one of her saucer sized nipples and began sucking. The woman put her arms around his head and pulled his face into her tit until Dave's nose and chin were buried in its heavy softness; he had to lift his head in order to breathe.
As he sucked, he felt the woman's finger fumbling at his crotch. Her drunken grasping at his prick excited Dave. Tugging her dress up, he managed to reach her cunt.
She had a nice plump cuntmound, as firm as her tits. Dave held it as the woman began moving her hips, trying to rub her pussy against his hand.
"Aaaaaaa!" she sighed.
Dave slipped his fingers into the leg-hole of her panties and grabbed her cunt again. Now he could stick a finger into her pit, where he found a well of hot juice.
"Ohhhhhh!" the woman cried as she rolled from side to side on her big ass.
Her rocking was making Dave slightly seasick. He'd drunk two stiff drinks and, not used to drinking, they had gone right to his head. Still, lust was overshadowing his drunkenness and seasickness.
"Take your pants off!" the woman said suddenly.
Dave took his wet fingers from her cunt, got up onto his knees, and unfastened his pants. The woman grabbed them and pulled them down roughly and clumsily.
"Ow!" Dave cried as his hard prick got caught in his shorts as the woman tugged at them.
"Oh! I'm sorry! I've hurt you. Oh, how terrible!"
When Dave's prick was freed, she pulled his pants down to his knees.
"I've hurt your poor prick!"
"It's all right," Dave said.
"Let me kiss it! Make it all better. Mmmmm!" She grabbed Dave around the thighs and pulled him down beside her so his prick met her mouth. She began placing wet kisses on his taut cockhead. Then she opened her mouth and took his prick into it. Her soft mouth sucked him just as eagerly as she'd sucked up a half-dozen drinks earlier.
Dave was lying on his side, as was the woman as she sucked him. Her tits were pressed to his thighs. She had scooped up his balls in her hand and was gently rolling them around.
"Don't come in my mouth," she said. "I want to save you for fucking!"
"You'd better take it easy, then," Dave panted.
"Oh, you young boys," she said between licks on the underside of his prick-knob.
The woman turned onto her back, leaving Dave's prick throbbing. Then she lifted her dress and pulled off her panties.
Dave watched. She had wide hips and plump thighs. Her body was not like those he was used to, and the difference was exciting. Her cunt looked like all the others he'd seen, though. But it was exciting to see anyhow.
The woman spread her legs, lifting her knees slightly. Then she looked at Dave with her deep brown eyes and held her arms out to him.
"Come here and fuck me!" she said softly.
Without waiting, but also without his usual blind rush, Dave climbed over one of her legs. Looking down at her crotch, he saw her tender cuntlips spread and waiting for him.
As he lowered himself on top of the woman, he grabbed his prick and put it between her pussylips. Then, lowering his chest onto her mammoth tits, he slid his cock deep into her body.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" the woman moaned.
She began jerking her hips. Dave tried to keep up, but it wasn't easy. This heavily built chick surprised him with her energy.
Dave felt his prick being chewed by her hungry cunt. His balls swung, bouncing off her ass. His upper body rolled on her heavily shifting tits.
Burying his face in the fragrant warmth of her neck, Dave enjoyed this wild fucking. His pleasure mounted.
"Oooooooooh!" the woman cried in a desperate crescendo.
Dave's prick was sliding faster and faster. And the waves of ecstasy flowing from it grew more intense. The friction between his bloated cockhead and the chick's wet, satin-lined cunt filled Dave with trembling joy.
"Ohhhhhh!" the woman cried, suddenly louder, as though she'd been surprised by something.
She was coming, Dave realized.
Dave had the urge to see her face. Eva since he watched Miss Lange's face from his position between her thighs when he ate her cunt, he knew of the unique beauty of a woman in ecstasy.
So Dave lifted his body from the woman's tits and looked down at her. She was beautiful! Her eyes were tightly shut and her mouth was wide open. Her face was thrilling to look at, so Dave only took a quick glance at her huge tits.
But now his own orgasm was gathering to explode. The woman was looking up at him now, her mouth still opened and letting out a wail of pleasure.
As a jolt of ecstasy hit Dave, he began to lower his face to the woman's neck. But she grabbed him by the hair and held his face above hers. Dave looked down at her again and saw her staring up at him with a blissful smile. She liked to see a face wracked with lust, too, apparently. And Dave found that he liked having her look at him while he came.
He kept his eyes open while his body was convulsed with pleasure, watching the woman watching him.
When their orgasms subsided, they fell into a heap of sweating flesh.
"That was so nice," the woman said. "Joyce doesn't know what she's missing. If I were her, I'd fuck you until you couldn't walk."
"I'm not sure I can walk now," Dave said as he panted for breath.
The woman laughed, shaking the boy and making his shrinking prick slip form her cunt.
"We'd better get back to the party before my husband misses me," she said.
So Dave climbed off her and into his clothes. He had to help the chick get up, and he helped her dress.
"Do I look like I've been fucking?" she asked. "No," Dave lied.
When they went back downstairs, Dave found the party had gotten wilder. People were talking louder, and there was a lot of laughter. Dave circled the room, trying to avoid conversations.
Dave headed for the bathroom. He had seen one upstairs, and it seemed like convenient sanctuary. Besides, he wanted to wash his prick in case Joyce let him fuck her later on.
He opened the bathroom door and took a step into the room before he noticed it was occupied. A woman was leaning over the sink with her skirt thrown up over her back while a man with his pants around his ankles stood behind her, fucking her madly. They looked at Dave, but didn't stop fucking.
"Oh, excuse me!" he said as he backed out of the room.
By now his head was spinning. He had to sit down somewhere, so he headed back to the room where he had fucked that big-titted woman. But as he reached for the doorknob, he heard a voice from within.
"I'm going to fuck you till you can't walk," the big-titted woman was saying to someone.
Dave went back downstairs. He searched around a bit, then tried the bathroom again. The fucking couple had left. Dave was finally alone. He leaned against the door until his head stopped spinning. Then he pulled down his pants and hung his prick over the edge of the sink and washed it.
Dave sighed as the warm water flowed over his cock. He took a deep breath and began to feel better.
But then Dave had another jolt. The bathroom door swung open. Dave turned to see Joyce standing there. Her mouth hung open with shock as her big eyes traveled down to his prick, then back up to his face.
"Joyce, I…"
But the girl turned and slammed the door behind her. Even after he had walked in on the people fucking, he had forgotten to lock the door. He must be drunker than he thought, he realized.
Oh well, Dave said to himself philosophically. Joyce wasn't going to put out for him anyhow, so who cares?
Later, when it was time to go home, Joyce's father came over to him.
"Saw you slip away with Dorothy Arnold," Joyce's father said as he poked Dave in the ribs. "She's quite a chick, huh?"
"Uh, yeah, she's a very nice lady," Dave mumbled.
Joyce's father roared and slapped Dave on the back. Then he led him out to the car. Dave got into the back beside Joyce, but she wouldn't talk to him or even look at him.
So Dave sat back and enjoyed the memory of that woman's big tits.