The next morning I felt good, and even though I had qualms about going to church, I was soon ready. We drove to church. Everything was going fine until the choir filed in. There, third from the end in the fourth row, was the third boy. When our eyes met, I turned crimson from the top of my head to the heels of my feet. A blush spread on his face. Even his tan didn't hide it. I nearly choked.
After church, I went straight to the car, hoping my aunt and uncle would hurry. I didn't want to face him if I could avoid him.
"Hi! I'm Tad Thatcher. What's your name?" Even before I turned to answer, I knew it was him.
"Sheila Henderson. I'm visiting my aunt and uncle for a few days. Tad did you say?"
"Yes. Look, I'm sorry about last night. I just got carried away. But you did, too."
"I don't want to discuss it. I'd rather forget it ever happened." I felt the blush to my toes.
"Okay. I just thought that you might like to go for a walk this afternoon if I get out that way. I really wanted to tell you that I was sorry and apologize to you."
"Well, you have and I'd rather not see you again or talk to you."
I watched him turn and walk away and wondered why I had said that when I had really wanted to get naked with him, and fuck some more, even feel his beautiful dick in my hands and suck it like the other girls said they'd done to boys.
I wondered how his jism would taste and if it would choke me when he'd cum in my mouth. But I made him run off.
I watched for him all afternoon, hoping he'd come anyway. I had it all planned out: I'd walk into the woods and he'd follow me. Then I'd lead him to my swimming place and strip my clothes off, pretending I was alone. Then I'd stretch out on the ground and play with myself. He'd get hot watching me and would come to me with his hard dick and fuck me. I'd fight a little, then really get down with him. Then we'd swim a while. Rack on the grass, I'd suck him until he came again.
That night I fingered myself three times to that fantasy. The next few days were the same. He had taken me at my word. I was so mad at myself, I could've cried.
I knew my father would call for me soon. But when the mailman came, there wasn't even a card from him. In my room I did cry, then fell asleep.
"Sheila, Sheila! Your father's here. Come on downstairs."
I rushed down and there he was, big smile and all. I jumped into his arms and kissed him with tears running down my cheeks.
We loaded my suitcase and then he handed me the keys to the car along with a big kiss and hug. We said our good-byes to Uncle Harold and Aunt Clara and were on our way. It was a long drive to Oklahoma City from Arkansas.
I went straight to my room when we got home and for once I didn't even finger myself. Instead, I went to sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I wanted to be up before Dad and surprise him with breakfast.
"Hey, that smells good. How'd you manage to get out of bed so early?"
"It wasn't easy, but I wanted to surprise you. I was thinking that to earn my spending money, instead of paying a maid to come in, I could do the housework, and you could pay me what you'd pay her."
"Sounds all right with me, if you're sure you want to."
"Well, it would take care of my gas money."
"Okay. I'll call the maid service when I get to work and have them discontinue service. You're as good a cook as your mother."
That was exactly what I was hoping he'd say, because I intended to keep the house anyway and he might as well get used to it. I couldn't help a smile.
After he left for work, I ran back upstairs and got into a pair of cut-off shorts, leaving my panties off. I hated panties anyway as the elastic in the waist and legs always felt like it was cutting into me. For the same reason, I left my bra off. I loved the feel of my breasts swinging free. I didn't even slip my shoes on because it felt good running around barefooted.
By ten-thirty, I had the whole house straight. I decided to do the laundry tomorrow as I plopped down on the sofa with a cold Coke. The phone rang.
"Barbara! Yes, I got back last night! Hey, why don't you come over and we'll go for a hamburger and malt? You don't have a way over? Well, I'll come and get you!"
I was out of the house in nothing flat, grabbing my keys and clutch purse. When I pulled up in front of her house, I honked a couple of times, then waved at her to come on.
"Where we going?"
"To the root beer stand for a malt and burger. Then home."
Everybody swarmed around while we were there. On the way home, we dropped Shirley and her little sister off at their house. Barbara and I had been close friends for several years now, often spending the night at each other's house. She was just a little taller than me and had red-gold hair and green eyes. She was dating a little but had never gotten down with her dates, saying she wanted to wait until she was married.
On the way home, she decided to spend the night with me, so we went by her house to see if she could. Of course, her mother let her. She found an overnight bag and put her stuff in it, grabbed a pair of short shorts and a tee shirt. At the house, she ran up to my room and got into them, but I noticed she'd left her bra on as she came back down the stairs.
"Why'd you leave your bra on?"
"Oh, I couldn't go without it."
"I don't know why you can't. I can. I may be young, but I'm a liberated young and it's my life."
"Well, my folks would faint dead away if they caught me without a bra on and letting my tits jiggle around."
"Yeah, but they're not around."
"All right, but…"
"No buts to it. We have been friends too long and I have gone along with your ideas, too."
"Okay!"
I watched as she pulled her top off and then her bra. Her tits weren't as big as mine. I'd seen them before, but this was the first time I'd ever really noticed them in the sense of comparing them to my own; smaller but just as firm and round, the nipples pink against her skin. They were just as sexy as mine.
I launched into telling her I wasn't a virgin any more and a blow-by-blow account of my getting raped. We were drinking Cokes.
"It must have been terrible, Sheila."
"It was, at first. Real scary. But, Lord, I loved every minute of it once the hurting quit. I could have fucked all night once I got started. Each peter was different but each felt super delicious in me. You'll see, once you lose your cherry."
"Maybe so. But I don't intend losing it right away soon. Are you going to let other boys do it to you?"
"What do you think?"
"For sure, knowing that gleam in your eye and the way you're talking."
"You sure are right!" The telephone rang. "Who was that?"
"It was Daddy telling me he'd be late getting in tonight."
"Did you tell him I was spending the night?"
"Sure. He said it was okay with him. That way, he'd know I wasn't alone and was all right."
I felt my pussy getting wet and that warm feeling going through me. I couldn't understand why, except I realized I'd really gotten horny looking at her tits and the nipples a little bit ago. Strangely, I wanted to see them again, maybe even touch and kiss them and let her do the same to mine. Trouble was, I didn't know how to go about it or approach her for fear she would get mad. But my pussy was getting wetter by the minute and I wanted to do something even if I didn't know what.
"Barb, do you ever play with yourself?" A loud blush of red flushed her face. "Whatever do you mean?"
"Oh, don't be silly. I finger myself all the time while I daydream of getting fucked. Now, do you or don't you?"
"Well, I'm not a stick in the mud, and yes, I play with myself once in a while."
"You probably finger yourself every night like I do, and two or three times at that. I'll bet you do it more often than once in a while." I was baiting her, and it shocked me to realize it. But she played straight into my hands.
"What if I do? It relieves the tension and I can sleep easier."
"That's more like it. It really doesn't make any difference, except knowing it, we don't have to hide it any more, or pretend we don't know about such things."
"I see what you mean, Sheila. I do finger myself every night and sometimes during the day when the urge comes over me. It's so strong I can't fight it. Do you think something is wrong with me?"
"For fingering yourself? Don't be dumb. It's just a natural way of releasing your sexual tensions and frustrations."
I hoped that sounded really authoritative to her. I'd read it somewhere and it made sense.
"You know, the more we talk about it, the easier it is to talk about. When you started telling me about the boys fucking you, my pussy went all wet and hot."
"Mine did, too. Hey, let's go up to my room and strip off and finger ourselves!"
"I don't know…"
She was following me up the stairs, just the same, as I took my top off.
"Do you think it's all right?"
"Who cares? No one's going to see us. We are the only ones here. Come on, Barb. Don't be a scaredy cat all your life."
In the room, I undid the button at my side and unzipped my shorts. Pushing them down and stepping from them, I dropped them on my top, then crawled onto the bed. My nipples were hard and so were hers as she dropped her top to the floor and undid her shorts. As she took them off, I caught my breath at the sight of the red, flaring hair around her pussy. All I intended to do was for us to finger ourselves, but as she crawled nude onto the bed I knew I wanted something more.
"God, Barb, you're pretty, and your tits are perfect!"
"Not as pretty as you are."
"Hey, tell you what – let me help you."
"All right. I've never done it with another girl, so you'll have to show me."
"I haven't either, so we'll learn together."
"You promise not to tell anyone?"
I didn't answer that one, I simply pushed her onto her, back and let my mouth find hers. It seemed the natural thing to do.
As our mouths and bodies touched, an electric charge hit us both. We embraced.
Our arms were motivated by a crushing hungry force as we pressed our bodies together with fever. Her tits against mine were like two burning coals as we pressed our pelvis bones hard against each other. I slid my tongue into her mouth and felt along her teeth and gums. The soft skin under her tongue felt like the burning flesh between the lips of my pussy, soft as velvet. Then she was sucking my tongue as deep into her mouth as she could pull it.
I freed one hand and slid, it between our bodies in answer to an unbearable urge to feel her breasts and fondle them, knead them and the hard nipples. Her heat against my hand spread up my arm and straight to the core of my sexual being, matching the fire in me that was consuming my senses.
She was running her soft hands along my spine, and the small of my back, caressing the round, firm globes of my buttocks. Tearing my mouth from hers, I began kissing all along her neck and ears then, bending, I caught her breast to my hot mouth, sucking the nipple in, nibbling on it lightly. She was squirming almost as much as I was, and she was mouthing words of bye. "God, yes. Suck it. It's so good. Please!"
An insane urge to devour her was driving me on as I sucked on her other breast and played a hand over her tight, quivering, stomach muscles. I felt her arch her hips, urging my hand downward. My thigh muscles were trembling as her hand caressed me. I left a hand on her breast, fondling it, and began kissing along her stomach: it shook her, so badly that she was writhing beneath the onslaught. Her hands were in my hair one moment, then trying to pull my head or press it to her arching pelvis as she tilted it up toward me.
"Sheila! God, please, don't stop!"
Her voice was rasping in the heat of her passion; I had no intention of stopping as my own passions were rampant. I didn't know what I was doing; it just seemed to be natural, what I'd like done to my own body.
Spreading her legs, I kissed along the inside of her thighs as the first wisps of the musky smell of her love box reached my nostrils. It drove me wilder as I looked at the slightly parted lips of her pussy, glistening with her secretions.
A hunger to taste her sex pulled me to her pussy. I let my lips brush hers. They were puffy in her need. Her hands caught my head and crushed my mouth to her as she arched her burning love box to me.
I let my tongue explore her moist cleft, tasting her juices cautiously, then hungrily, as a whimpering moan of sheer delight came from her throat. I pushed my tongue bravely into her hole, then let it come up to where I had captured the hard, protruding bud of her clit. Sucking it into my mouth, I played my tongue over it lovingly, savoring the taste of her and the heady fragrance of her musky sex.
Her hips were pressing her crotch into my face as we set a rhythm to our delicious madness. I slid my middle finger into the tight bud of her anus, wet with her juices and those slipping from my mouth, as my tongue darted and flew over her button. I began working my finger in and out of her anus, with each inward thrust she'd push her ass onto it as hard as she could impale herself.
"Sheila, oh, eat me, finger me, it all feels sooo good! Umph, oh, yes, fuck my ass. I'm coming. Oh God, I'm coming!"
She was into the throes of a wild soul-shattering climax, then another, each shaking her like a rag doll. I was nearly as delirious as she was with desire and this forbidden sex. I wanted to drink every drop of her juice from her pussy, lap it until it was dry. Then her whole body tightened and arched, the muscles of her stomach standing out taut as she trembled from head to foot in the wildest, most shaking climax ever. There was a look of pure ecstasy on her face. Her mouth, was screwed up, and she was biting her lower lip. Her glazed eyes were rolled back. Then her body collapsed to the bed. Her clenched, little fists relaxed as a deep sigh escaped her.
Her sexual excitement had mounted so intensely that when her final exploding climax was over, she fainted.
I was nearly as frantic in my own need and in a frenzy to feel my own climactic release. I returned to the position of lying alongside of Barb and sank my fingers into my wet heated depths, rubbing the heel of my hand hard against my clit. It was sticking out hard from its sheath and I was beside myself. I was whimpering as my hunger sent me racing towards wild, primitive abandon. Then I went wild as I felt Barb's mouth cover my tit and suck the hard nipple into it. It felt like little tiny pricks of heat hitting me everywhere her tongue touched.
Her hand pulled mine away from my pussy. She raised her head and whispered hoarsely, "It's my turn to do you, now."
"Are you sure you want to?"
"Yes!"
Her head returned to my other tit, then she began to trail her tongue over my tits, then worked down. Again the licking, tiny flames were burning into my flesh, searing me to my cunt. I was the one begging for her to hurry now, pleading, whimpering for her to sate my thirst.
When her mouth found my clit, I thought I'd lost my mind and I jerked in spasms of pleasure with each lick of her burning tongue. Each touch sent its flames burning deeper into my body and soul.
I was having orgasms, one right after the other, as she tongued my pussy hungrily. My feet were firmly planted as I gyrated my hips, animal sounds of pleasure racing out of me as I bucked and lurched. I felt her finger go into my ass and its added pleasure caused me to groan. I clawed the sheets, tearing at them like the wild-animal I was. She was driving her finger into my ass with pumping motions as the madness of the first of a series of shaking climaxes blew outward from the center of my sexual core like an exploding nova. Each consumed me harder, causing me to thrash wildly about. A white light seemed to flash in my mind, blinding me as the climax shook its way through my body. Then I was still, feeling the hot flooding juices streaming from me as Barb drank and lapped thirstily, drinking her fill in our sex feast.
I felt her crawl alongside of me and we slid into each other's arms. Kissing long and hard, our hands slowly exploring each other's body without shame or fear, we were satisfying our curiosity as we explored each nook and cranny of the other's body.
"Sheila?"
"Yes."
"If fucking is anything like that, well, I'm ready."
"Mm, it is and you'll like it as much as I do. Hey, are you for real?"
"Sure I am, if you'll be there to give me courage."
"You really want me to?"
"Um, hm! Sure do!"
My thoughts raced for a moment, then settled on a plan. That is, if she'd go for it.
"Barb, would you go for my, ah, well, my arranging and setting it up?"
"Yes, of course, I would. After what we just did. I'd do anything for you."
"Okay, but not just yet, not tonight. I want it to be just right so you'll really like it and enjoy it, so we can go out and do guy together. Pact!"
"Pact! But I want it soon. You just taught me how much fun it is to do something I always thought was nasty."
"Me, too. I'd never done it before either, but it seems sensible that if the other girls like letting a boy do it to them, it'd be just as good with a girl. All I had to do was get enough courage to do it. That wasn't hard. I wanted you."
"I wanted you too, once you got started."
She rolled over and we kissed slow and easy, drinking deeply of each other. I could smell the musky fragrance of my sex on her mouth, upper lip, and chin. I knew she could smell and taste her pussy on me. Somehow it only made us hotter as we lay fingering each other's clits. Both were hard as little rocks.
"Ummm, tastes good, doesn't it, Sheila?"
"Ummm, yeah, but right now I got to go potty."
"Me, too!"
We both hopped from the bed and made a dash for the bathroom.
We went downstairs to fix a sandwich. In the den, we put some records on the stereo and flopped onto chair and floor, our legs splayed apart. I could see her puffy pussy and the tight, brown bud of her anus.
"You know, Sheila, we ought to get some of the other girls into some action with us. Now that I know what's going on, I'd like to eat Norma's pussy. Bet she'd blow her mind and become our littie lap dog."
Norma had a good body on her, but dressed square as hell with her hair in a bun, and glasses on. She looked like an old maid spinster, but I though Barb was right, and with her hair down Norma would be quite pretty.
"Guess you're right, but we'd need to feel her out and see where her head is at about sex."
"It'd be fun. We could sort of start a non-virgin club."
We both giggled at the idea. Still we'd have to be cool about it, and maintain it.
"Sheila, was it really good? You know, when the boys were doing it to you?"
"Like I said, at first it wasn't. I thought he was going to split me in two, but when the second one took me, I couldn't hardly hold still. I didn't want them to know that I was liking it, but when the third one crawled between my legs, I couldn't control myself any longer. It was good, and you can bet I'm going to fuck some more."
"Well, I sure want to, now. Just hope you don't take too long in getting me fucked or I may get the need so bad, I can't hold on any longer."
"Barb, you'd better hold on, because I want it just right for you, and I want to be there and in on it, so you'll like it. I don't want you scared either when you lose your cherry."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. We going to lie around here naked all day?"
"Nope. I was just thinking we ought to go for a ride and cool off."
"I was thinking we ought to do each again if you'd like."
"We can, later. Let's get out and drive around."
"Okay."
We ran upstairs and slipped into our clothes. Barb left her bra and panties off, winking at me as she did so.
"It's a good way to start a conversation, huh?"
"You bet! See, you're getting smart fast, Barb."
"Got a good teacher!"
"We both got lots to learn, but think of the fun we'll have doing it. Learning, that is."
Everywhere we went we got attention. You could see Barb's breasts, and the pinkest brown of her nipple through the thin material of her tee shirt. Mine wasn't as plain to see, being blue in color. Still, people could easily tell I had no bra on. My nipples were hard and pushing against the fabric.
As we drove past the library, we saw Norma coming out. Circling the block we pulled up by her.
"Hey, Norma! It's me, Barb. Want a ride home?"
"If she doesn't mind."
"Hop in, then!"
She got in and settled herself in the back seat. "What are you going to do, tonight, Norma?"
"Stay home and read, I guess. I might go to a movie. Why?"
"Well, I just thought you might like to hang around with us for a while. We might go to a drive-in, later."
"Sounds, neat to me, but I'll have to ask my folks first."
"Better yet, Barb is spending the night with me and there's plenty of room. Why not see if they'll let you spend the night with us at my house? I know my dad won't mind."
"We could have a slumber party with just the three of us. Can't we, Sheila?"
"Yes. What about it, Norma?"
"I'd love to if you both really want me to." We both piped up at the same time, "We do!" Our enthusiasm caught her. When we reached her house she bounced out of the car and into the house. A few minutes, went by before she came back out to the car.
"What's say we run by the house and kill a couple of hours, then decide what drive-in movie to take in. Norma can slip into some shorts like us so we'll all be wearing shorts. Did you bring any?"
"Yeah, the shortest pair I had, and a tee shirt. I decided not to let the two of you outdo me."
I caught Barb's sly smile and wink and winked right back in our conspiracy. Norma would fall right into our plans.
I pulled into the drive and we unloaded. Hearing the phone ringing, I ran ahead of them into the house.
"Hello. Sheila speaking. Oh, Dad. Say, another girlfriend is spending the night with us. Norma Johnson. We thought if you didn't mind, we'd go to a drive-in movie. What time will you be in?"
He told me it would be around midnight or later as the drilling chief wanted him to go to dinner with him and it could be quite late before he got in. He'd just called to keep me from worrying. I told him we'd decided to have a slumber party and would in all likelihood still be up when he got in.
Norma and Barb had gone on upstairs to my room. As I walked in, Norma was laying out her shorts and tee shirt.
"Mine aren't as short as yours."
"We could fix that with a pair of scissors. Do you want to?"
"Sure, but I'll have to leave them over here at your house so my Mom won't flip her lid."
"Yes, you can leave them over here. Why not? You're part of our crowd now. If you're not, you soon will be."
Barb laughed as she cut the shorts off near the crotch; they were now as short as ours. Norma blushed.
"Get out of those clothes you're in and slip these on. I want to see my handiwork."
Norma hesitantly slipped out of the dress she had on, then her slip. She started to reach for the shorts.
"Norma, before you slip those on, come over here in front of my vanity mirror. I want to see something."
She walked over with an inquisitive look on her face.
"I want to let your hair loose from that bun, see how it looks hanging free and easy. So don't look so worried. Do you have to wear those glasses all the time, or can you see without them?"
"I can, but not good."
I couldn't help admiring her body in just panties and bra. She had hair as black as a raven, and her eyes were bedroom eyes, big and wide, the pupils as dark as her hair, with dark, full eyebrows. Her nose was straight, matching her doll face, full lips, and white, even teeth.
Her tits were as full and big as my own, her tummy was flat from exercise, and I could see her black pubic hair through her panties. Her hips curved out, then tapered to her legs. They were firm and full. Seeing that we were barefoot, she had kicked her own shoes off.
I let her hair tumble down and it was half way down her back. Picking my brush up, I quickly brushed it. The end result: Norma was prettier than we'd thought. She was beautiful and totally unaware of it.
"I'm going to unhook your bra. Oh, and Norma, we're not wearing panties either."
"You're not?"
"No. It's a part of our sign of liberation."
"Well, it's all right with me. To be honest about it, I hate them and can't stand wearing them!"
"Yeah, that's exactly how we feel about it. Isn't it, Sheila?"
"Uh huh. We ran around naked all afternoon. Far as I'm concerned, I'd be naked now if I wasn't afraid of shocking you."
"You won't! It's a long time before we have to sup into clothes to go to the movie. I may seem a prude to you two, but I love to sleep naked and go naked in my own room at home. I'm not the slightest bit bashful about nudity."
She didn't have to say more. Barb was already out of her top and stripping her shorts off. I followed suit, suggesting we not forget to pull the blinds or drapes in whatever room we were in; no use shocking the neighbors.
"Sheila, can I ask you and Barb something sort of personal?"
"I don't see why not, do you, Barb?"
"No."
"Well, are you virgins?" It kind of blundered out of her.
"I'm not. Barb is. I got raped about a week ago, but I liked it, if that's what you're asking. Why?"
A blush of red crossed her face.
"I'm not either; it was about two years ago. I haven't done it since, not that I haven't wanted to. Like you, I liked it. Only, boys never asked me out. If it hadn't been for my cousin when he was staying with us summer before last I'd still be a virgin. We fucked as often as we got a chance. He'd slip into my room at night or I'd slip into his. He also ate my pussy and it drove me wild. He turned seventeen and joined the navy, with his parent's permission. I haven't seen him since."
All three of us had stretched out on the bed as she was telling us about it. My pussy had gone thoroughly wet during her story and I noticed her nipples were hard. Such ripe fruit was inviting, but I restrained myself as I related what happened to me, going into great detail about the size of their hard dicks, and how even the biggest felt delicious sliding in and out of me the second time around, and how frantic I'd got, going off in multiple climaxes.
I noticed Barb couldn't keep her hands out from between her legs, and it seemed a good time to get Norma into a relationship with Barb and me.
"Barb, you're so hot and turned on, why don't you go ahead and finger yourself off?"
"I am just a might turned on."
"Norma, the two of us are into playing with each other. Do you finger yourself?"
"All the time. It's the only way I can keep myself from going sex crazy. You can't even imagine how bad I want to get a dick in me since my cousin fucked me. I don't mind if she wants to finger herself."
Barb had stopped any pretense at what she was doing with Norma's words.
"Look, Norma. I just had a groovy idea. Since you're our guest and it's your first time with us, we'll let you do the honors by going first and we'll help you. Then you can help us have a climax when it's our turn."
Barb jumped at that idea. She could see where I was leading her.
"Yeah. Since she's in the middle, we can suck her tits while she's fingering herself."
"Is that okay with you?"
"I guess."
She was willing, but I could feel the tension in her voice of being none too sure of what she was getting into.
Using my most winning grin, I scooted close to her, propping the upper half of me up, my head above and just to the side of hers.
"Relax. There's nothing to be afraid of. Look, close your eyes and pretend I'm your cousin, or some boy that really turns you on. Now I'm going to kiss you. If you don't like it or what I'm doing, I'll stop. Okay?"
"Okay."
I bent down to her lips, kissing them lightly at first, just little kisses to ease her into it. I was remembering when Barb's tits and mine came into contact, how it had sent wild fire racing through us. I let the nipples of my tits brush lightly against hers now. The same fire coursed through us like static electricity, as I felt her body respond with little spasms of pleasure. As my mouth came down on hers, I felt her lips relax and part in anticipation of my tongue probing into it. I probed and explored the wet warmth of her mouth. In return, she sucked my tongue with gentle and practiced suction. Her cousin had taught her how to kiss. I felt her arms slip around me as she rolled onto her side, facing me, pressing our two bodies together. I also felt Barb's body slide up against her from behind, adding the heat of her tits and body to mine against Norma.
Barb was kissing her neck and shoulders hungrily, but the two of us were lost in letting our tongues duel and entwine. Remembering how badly Barb had wanted Norma, and that it was she who suggested it, I pulled my mouth away and maneuvered Norma onto her back between us, then excused myself to go the bathroom, giving Barb a clear shot at her.
As I was leaving the room, I glanced back and the two of them were into a heavy kiss.
Once in the bathroom, their soft moans reached my ears. Those sounds were turning me on full blast. As I wiped the soft toilet paper over my button, a shiver of pleasure shot through me. I flushed it and went back in. They were in a sixty-nine position, and Norma was going as hard at Barb as Barb was at her. Both were making animal sounds of pleasure. I lay down and began fingering my burning hole, wishing I was right in the middle of them. Barb slid a finger into Norma's ass and she ground back on it, groaning her wild ecstatic pleasure.
They were about to come. Norma was already having a series of small orgasms. As they bucked wildly with spontaneous mutual explosions, it pushed me over the brink and I climaxed so hard I was lost even to what they were doing, but in that wild racing moment I made my mind up I was going to get fucked tonight by a hard cock one way or another.
I finally said, "If you two feel like it, let's get our clothes on and decide what movie we are going to. It's getting dark out."
They were in a lip lock and feeling each other's tits. My last thought was driving my mind and body. I had an itch between my legs and it had been there ever since the three boys had put it there. Only one thing was going to scratch it – a dick. I reached over to whack both of them on their bare asses.
"Come on. We can eat each other later. Break and come up for air!"
I was slipping my shorts on as they got off the bed, looking sheepish.
"Hey, I'm not mad, nor should you two be. But we did say we were going out. We can get into some more of this later."
Smiles crossed their faces as I winked and wrinkled my nose, then slipped my top on over my otherwise bare skin. They were slipping into theirs as I ran my brush through my hair.
"I'll go on down and get us something started to eat. When you come down, Barb went out front and get the paper so we can check the movies and decide what to go see."
"Okay!"
"I'll come to the kitchen and help you."
"Okay!"
I ran on down and turned the lights on as I went.
In the kitchen, I got a half gallon of chocolate milk out; no girl can turn it away. Then I waited to see what they'd want to eat while we made our big decisions.