They ate a quiet breakfast at the cafe down the street. Gayle found that she also could have eaten a fried horse. She finished two helpings of fried eggs and bacon.
"Whew," Gayle said, after finishing her last bite. "I didn't realize I was so hungry."
"Me too," Sharon said. "Another meal like that and I'd gain twenty pounds."
"Ha," Gayle said. "Wait until you get to be my age before you start worrying about your weight. Then you have something to worry about."
"I bet you never worry," Sharon said. "You look too pretty and you have a good figure."
"For now," Gayle admitted, "but another few years of married life will have me looking like a cow."
They all heard Ted Billings come in. He looked really bad. His face was worn and tired and he walked like a man who was near death. He sat down at a table near them.
"God," Sharon said. "Whatever did you do to him?"
"You mean what did he do to me," Gayle whispered. "I can still feel that monster cock of his fucking me. I didn't think he was ever going to stop."
"You mean that skinny little man has a big cock?" Mark asked.
"The biggest I've ever seen," Gayle said, and shivered.
"Maybe the biggest you've seen," Sharon said. "But it's not the biggest I've seen."
"How do you know?" Gayle asked. "Have you experienced Ted's cock?"
"No," Sharon admitted. "But there was a boy in my high school that would have put any boy's cock to shame. He was the one who took my virginity."
"Tell us about him," Mark urged. "I'd like to hear that story."
"Yeah," Alan agreed. "Tell us about him."
"Okay," Sharon said. "Rut don't make any comments until I'm done. It's kind of hard to tell this story."
"All right," all of them agreed.
Sharon had been born in a very small town. It was the kind of town where everyone knows everyone else, and everyone knows what everyone else is doing. Sharon had been from a good family. Her mother was a secretary and her father was a teacher.
Sharon had started winning the town's beauty contests from the time she was ten years old. Everybody thought she was a little darling when she was younger. And when she grew older, and her figure started forming, the judges would look at her with lusting eyes and elect her queen.
Sharon was happy. As happy as it was possible to be in a small town with nothing going on. But when she was about fifteen she began to discover something about herself. She was lying in bed one evening when she heard strange sounds coming from her parents' bedroom.
It was hot and they thought she was asleep so they had left their door open.
Sharon had grabbed her nightgown and walked quietly down the hall.
She peered in her parents' bedroom. Her father was lying on top of her mother and she thought they were wrestling. But there seemed to be sounds of pain coming from her mother and she almost rushed in to help her.
But then she realized that it wasn't sounds of pain that were coming from her mother's throat. They were sounds of pleasure.
Sharon began to remember all of the things she and her girlfriends had talked about. The curious talk about sex and babies, and mostly about boys.
All of them had seen at least one picture of a boy without his clothes. They all knew what a boy's cock was supposed to look like.
But her father was the first naked man she'd ever seen in the flesh.
She watched breathlessly as her father fucked her mother. She couldn't seem to tear her eyes away. Her father was a thin, fair-looking man, and her mother had huge titties that bounced as he fucked her.
Sharon began to feel a little warm between her legs. She pulled up her nightie and started to rub herself through her cotton panties.
"Oh baby!" her mother was crying. "I'm going to come! I'm going to come off your big cock!"
"That's it!" her father said. "Fuck me, cunt! Eat me up with your hot pussy!"
Sharon was shocked. She jerked her hand from between her legs. She had seen and heard words like that. Usually they were written on bathroom walls or boys spouted them in school. But it was shocking to know that her parents actually knew words like that.
"I'm coming!" her mother cried. "I'm coming! Oh shit, I'm coming! Oh shit!"
Her mother's ass came off the bed and a scream came from her throat as Sharon's father's cock erupted.
Sharon quickly went back to her room before her parents saw her. But she couldn't get the scene out of her mind. She kept hearing her mother's moans over and over in her mind.
She was not the same after that. She kept hearing the dirty words over and over again. She would feel hot flashes at the wrong moments. She found herself looking at boys, looking at their crotches and wondering what they had between their legs.
She had a date with her regular boyfriend that weekend. His name was Bobby Thompson. Her parents liked for her to date Bobby. Sharon felt like they thought he was too stupid to try and pull anything with Sharon.
He was stupid. The date was at a school dance and Bobby spent most of his time making jokes. He took her home early, telling her that he had a camping trip on Sunday morning and he wanted to rest up. He gave Sharon a little kiss at the front door and left her there.
Sharon didn't go inside. She wasn't ready to go in yet. She waited until Bobby had left and then she walked down the street. The evening was cool and clear. She hadn't walked very far before she heard a car coming up behind her. She was immediately angry. Her first thought was that it was Bobby coming back to check on her.
As soon as she turned around she saw it wasn't Bobby.
A tall, red-faced boy was sitting in the seat. At first she didn't recognize him but then she saw that he was one of the boys they called hoods around school. He wore blue jeans and a tight shirt.
"How about a ride, baby?" he said.
"No thanks," she said.
"Come on," he urged. "Get in. Aren't you getting tired of running around with that asshole?"
"You mean Bobby?" she asked.
"I mean asshole. He couldn't possibly appreciate a good-looking piece like you."
Sharon knew she shouldn't get in with him. He had a wild look in his eyes. She knew that he only went out with bad girls, girls who could be expected to be nice to him. He knew she wasn't that kind of girl. She was a good girl. A nice, going-to-church type girl. Then why did she feel so attracted to him?
"Get in, baby," he urged again. "Don't be shy. Nobody ever won a prize by being shy."
"Where will we go?" she asked.
"I thought we'd drive out to the river road. It'll be nice and quiet now."
There it was. The river toad. Nobody ever went to the river except for one purpose. Sharon had never been to the river road in her entire life.
"You're crazy," she said. "I wouldn't go up there with you."
"All right," he said. "But you really don't know what you're missing."
He turned the key and started the car again.
"Where are you going?" Sharon asked.
"Just riding," he said.
"Couldn't you stay for a while arid just talk?" she asked him.
"Why the hell would I want to do that? I can talk at home. This is a night for having a good time."
Sharon felt a deep longing inside. She wished she could just get into the car and ride. And have a good time. But she was a nice girl and nice girls didn't do things like that.
"Last chance," he said.
"No," she said. "I don't think so."
"Your loss," he said.
He pulled away from the curb with a screeching of tires and a rebel yell. He was an interesting boy, Sharon thought. A very interesting boy, but not the type of boy a nice girl should be seen with.
Sharon looked at her watch. Bobby had really brought her home early. She was not due back for another two hours. She didn't know where she was going. Maybe some of the stores along the street would still be open. She started walking again and suddenly found herself faced with three boys.
They were big, brawny boys, and they were as surprised to see her as she was to see them. They had been playing craps in an alley and they still held the money and dice in their hands.
"Well," the largest boy said. "What have we here? Something nice I see."
Sharon tried to push her way through them but the boys joined hands. She backed up and tried to walk around but they blocked her path again.
"What's the hurry, Sharon?" the same boy asked. "You going someplace?"
"Please," she said. "I have to go."
The boy caught her by the arm and drew her to him. His hand brushed against her breast.
"Very nice titties," the boy said. "You shouldn't try to hide them."
Sharon was frozen as, his hand started rubbing her tittie. She was wearing a dress that had two straps holding it up. He slipped one strap down her shoulder.
"Please," she said.
She attempted to twist out of his grasp but he encircled her waist with his strong arms. One hand slipped down her back and patted her ass.
"Don't be in such a hurry, Sharon," the boy said. "All we want is a little look at you. Just a little look is all we ask. You have such a nice body."
"Please let me go," Sharon begged.
She could smell beer on his breath. He started pulling her toward the alley. She tried to fight but the other boy caught her arms. She started to scream but the third boy clamped his hand over her mouth.
She had been hot and she wanted a man, but not like this. She was scared and there was no warmth between her legs. She was not attracted to these boys as she had been attracted to the boy in the car.
"Hold her legs," one boy said. "She's trying to kick."
They had her in the alley. They pushed her against the hard brick wall and one boy slipped her straps down. It was then easy to pull the dress away from her breasts.
"Would you look at them knockers?" one boy said. "They're beautiful."
"And I always thought she was skinny," the second boy said.
"Maybe her ass will be skinny," the boy suggested. "Is that right, Sharon? Do you have a skinny ass?"
"Please," Sharon said. "Let me go. Please let me go! Please!"
"That's right," the boy said. "You hot little cunt. Beg us. You've always got your nose up in the air. Now we're going to teach you what it means to have a pussy."
"Oh God no!" Sharon begged. "Please don't! Please let me go!"
The boy began to rub her titties hard. He was breathing heavily and she could feel his cock pressing against her. She suddenly knew that she was really going to be raped. These boys were not just playing games with her. They were going to gang-bang her.
She screamed. The boy put his hand back on her mouth and she bit him. She twisted out of the strong boy's grasp and started running toward the alley entrance.
The big boy caught her easily. Her jerked her back into the dark shadows of the alley. His hands cupped her titties and he began pushing his cock against her once more.
The boy she had bitten pushed him out of the way.
"Little bitch," he said. "I'll teach you to bite me. I'll teach you."
Sharon tried to dodge the blow but he struck her hard in tile stomach. Shooting pains doubled her up. He struck her another hard glow on the side of the head. She fell to her knees. Her stockings were ruined, her dress had gotten muddy somehow.
"Now stand up," the boy commanded. "Stand up and take that damn dress off. I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to stick my cock right up your cunt."
"Please," Sharon begged.
"Stand up, cunt!" he said.
She straightened up. He was smiling. He hit her again. She couldn't believe the pains that racked her body. She was feeling sick.
"Do you want me to hit you more?" he asked.
"No," she answered. "No, please. Don't hit me again. I couldn't stand it."
"Good. Then take off that Goddamned dress. Do a little strip for us. We want to see your pussy. I bet you've got a snapping pussy."
Sharon realized she could do nothing. She didn't want to get hit any more. She stood up straight and started undoing the buttons of her dress. There were three buttons underneath her naked tits that kept the dress tight. When the buttons were undone the dress was loose. She let the dress fall. She was wearing a half-slip.
"Please," she begged. "Let me go. I won't tell anyone. Please let me go."
"Shut up, bitch," the boy said. "Now take off the slip."
"No," she said. "No, please."
"Do you want me to hit you again?"
She reached down to take off her slip. All of them heard the sound behind them. All three boys turned and found themselves face to face with a savage-looking boy.
"Get the hell out of here," one boy said. "You must be crazy," the savage-looking boy said.
Sharon recognized him as the boy she had met earlier. The boy she had been strangely attracted to. Now he had a more savage look about him.
"Please," Sharon said. "Please help me."
"Help you," one boy said. "He's not going to help you. I recognize him now. He's Johnny Barnes. He won't help you. He'll help us. How about it, Johnny? You want a little of this pussy?"
"Let her go," Johnny Barnes said softly.
"Let her go," the boy said. "Why let her go? Why should we let her go?"
"Because I say so."
"Who the hell are you?"
All three heard the click of the knife. Sharon heard it also, but she didn't know what it was. She gasped as she saw the shining blade.
"He's got a knife," one boy said.
Johnny was like, a whirlwind as he tore into them. In a moment all three boys were bloody. They finally gave the fight up. They turned and ran. Johnny stood there breathing heavily for a long while and then he turned to Sharon.
"Put your clothes on," he said.
He put away his knife and started walking back toward the entrance to the alley. Sharon pulled on her dress and quickly followed him.
"Wait," she said.
"What for? Why don't you go on home now? You're out too late for a nice girl."
"Why don't you take me for that ride?"
He looked at her curiously. Sharon was adjusting the straps on her dress.
"Are you sure you want to go anywhere with me?" Johnny asked.
"Yes," she said. "I'd like to have a good time for a change."
"Then come on," Johnny said. "We will have a good time. I'm a lot of fun."
She laughed. Sharon got into the car with him and again he pulled away with a screech of tires. Sharon had never been for a ride like the one he took her on. It was fast and scary. It was also very exciting.
He put the top down and she felt the wind blow against her face. She also felt the warmth between her legs again. She looked at Johnny. He was not the kind of boy she was used too. He was sure of himself and she knew he was probably dangerous.
That only seemed to make him more exciting.
He took her out to the river road and parked, but she had expected that. He took her in his arms and kissed her. His lips were warm and tingly. He pushed his tongue into her mouth. She had never tongue-kissed before. She'd heard other girls talking about it and she'd always thought it seemed nasty.
There was nothing nasty about his tongue. It was warm and exciting and seemed just right in her mouth. He had a delicious taste, a taste of wildness.
She pressed her thighs together as she felt a warm itch in her cunt.
She had to draw back.
"Johnny," she said. "Have you brought many girls here? I mean, have you done this with many girls?"
"Done what?" he asked.
"You know."
"You mean kiss them? Hell, I've kissed dozens of girls. Hundreds. Thousands."
"Have you…" she started to ask.
"Have I balled them?" he said. "Yes, I've fucked a few girls out here."
"Who?" she asked.
"Now you wouldn't want me to kiss and tell, would you?"
"No," she admitted. "I was just wondering if you'd been here with anyone I know."
"Probably," he said. "But I wouldn't worry about it. Kiss me again Sharon. You've got sweet lips."
She found herself being pressed against the door as he kissed her. She knew she should push him away. She also knew she should probably tell him to take her home. But she liked kissing him. She thought that she could control whatever else happened.
She felt his hands pulling down the straps of her gown and she couldn't fight him. He pulled her dress away from her tits and bent his head. For the first time in her life, Sharon felt a boy's lips sucking at her nipples. Warm, wet lips that sent her to places she had never gone before. She found herself running her fingers through his hair.
"Johnny," she moaned. "We shouldn't do this. We really shouldn't."
She wanted to demand that he stop but she couldn't. His lips were making her tingle with excitement. He sucked in almost all the creamy flesh of one tit. She felt his tongue rubbing against the flesh as he held her tit in his mouth.
"Oh God," Johnny, she said. "That really feels good. It feels too good."
He released her tit. He drew back and looked at her.
"You have beautiful titties," Johnny said. "Very beautiful. Let's get outside."
"Outside?" she said, "what'll we do outside?"
"I have a blanket in the back," he said. "A blanket that's thick and comfortable."
"I don't know," she said.
"Come on, sweets," he said. "We can take the blanket into that woods. Please."
His voice was so sweet and imploring that she couldn't resist. She knew what would happen if she went with him into the woods. She knew she would lose her virginity. Somehow that didn't matter.
"Okay," she said. "I'll go with you."
She got out of the car and followed him to the rear. He pulled out the trunk and got his blanket out. She walked with him into the woods.
"Don't be frightened," he said.
She was frightened. She felt a little as if she were going to her death. And the execution axe was between Johnny's legs. Johnny spread the blanket out on the grass. He sat down and looked up at her.
"Undress, baby," he said. "Let me see you. I know you're beautiful."
With nervous fingers she slipped out of her dress. Then her slip. She closed her eyes and kicked out of her panties. She heard his whistle of appreciation as she stood naked before him.
"God," Johnny said. "You are beautiful. I knew you would be."
"What do I do?" she asked.
Johnny smiled. He motioned for her to sit down beside him. She did as she was told and he ran a hand over her stomach and down to her cunt. He played for a brief moment with her curling blonde pubic hairs.
"Now undress me," Johnny said.
Sharon bent to the task immediately. She pulled off his shirt and exposed his bare chest. He was young but he already had a mass of thick chest hairs. She ran her fingers lightly across his muscular chest.
She bent her head down and kissed his chest. He tasted of sweat. She ran her tongue across his chest, licking in the sweet taste of him.
"Ummm," Johnny said. "Now my pants. Take off my pants."
Sharon swallowed as she reached for his belt. She was careful not to look at the huge bulge in his trousers as she unbuckled his pants. Carefully she pulled his belt apart.
She tugged at his zipper. It didn't come down the first time. She looked at Johnny and swallowed nervously again.
"Go ahead," he said.
"I'm afraid."
"Don't worry. It won't bite."
She tugged at his zipper and got it down. He lifted his hips as she pulled off his trousers. Now he wore only a pair of shorts. Sharon couldn't believe her eyes. His shorts were filled with a monstrous looking bulge. Surely it couldn't be all real.
"The shorts, baby," he said. "Take off the shorts. Take your first look at a real cock."
She pulled off the shorts with her eyes closed. It took her a few moments before she dared to open her eyes again. She almost choked at the first sight of the rigid pole of red flesh. His cock-head was enormous and tipped with a little spot of lubricating fluid.
The rest of the staff matched the cock-head. Large and awesome, it was colored with tiny blue veins. At the bottom of his staff were two huge hanging balls.
"God," Sharon said.
"Get to know it, baby," Johnny urged. "Touch it. Feel it with your hands."
Sharon touched his cock lightly and drew her hand back. He felt sticky and warm. She put her hands to his cock again. Johnny took her hand and wrapped it around his massive pole.
"Beat it a little," he said. "Move your hand up and down on it."
She began to move her hand up and down on his huge cock.
She could feel his prick trembling in her hand. It gave her a feeling of power. She realized that she had needed to examine a man's cock for a long time. Probably she needed one inside her also. But Johnny's cock looked so huge. Surely all cocks couldn't be like that.
"Johnny," she said. "Are all boys like this?"
"Are all boys like what?" he asked.
"I mean, are they all so big?"
Johnny laughed. "No," he admitted. "All boys aren't this big. I'm very big for my age."
"I thought so," she said, pleased. "So my first one is going to be an experience."
"It will be," he said. "Kiss it."
"Kiss it?" Sharon said, shocked. "But that's nasty! Only whores do that."
"Kiss it, baby," he urged. "Learn something."
Sharon bent her head and lightly kissed his cock. She ran her tongue up and down his shaft. His cock was saltier-tasting than his chest. She found she liked the taste. She licked his prick some more and then moved her face down to his balls.
She took one hanging ball into her mouth. She rolled it in her mouth for a few moments before moving to the other one. She sucked it into her mouth. She pushed it with her tongue before releasing it.
"Jesus," he said. "You're driving me crazy. Take my cock in your mouth, Sharon."
This time she didn't argue. She held his huge cock-head between her fingers and lowered her head. She took his huge cock-head between her lips. She tasted the lubricating fluid and quickly drew her mouth away.
"Take it, baby," Johnny urged. "Don't be afraid of the taste."
Again she sucked his cock into her mouth. She sucked him deep this time, feeling his cock push against the sides of her mouth. She took in as much as she could.
"Rub my balls," he said. "Use your fingers against my balls. Rub them softly."
Sharon stretched out on the blanket and rested on one elbow. She kept his cock in her mouth and used her fingers to trace across his balls. She felt his entire body shudder as she touched him.
Sharon remained like that for a long while. As she lay sucking his cock, she found that she was getting hotter and hotter. She wanted something between her legs. She wanted that huge and rigid cock in her virgin cunt.
Finally he pushed her away. He pushed her onto her back on the blanket. He pushed her legs apart. He lowered his head until his face was between her legs.
"Now I'll make you feel good," he said.
He touched his lips to her aching cunt. She almost cried out loud. Her nipples became hard little points. His tongue slipped into her cunt. Her eyes opened wide.
"Oh God," she moaned. "I've never felt anything like that. Oh God!"
He began to lick her cunt rapidly until she was warm with juices. Her hips were thrashing wildly.
"Oh Jesus," she moaned. "Oh Jesus, your tongue feels good down there. Oh Jesus!"
She couldn't understand what was happening to her. But she knew she was experiencing some of what her mother had been experiencing that night.
His tongue left her cunt. She groaned in protest but a moment later felt his weight on her. His prick was probing between her legs.
"Open wider," he urged. "Open them."
She opened her legs wider and felt his rigid prick pushing into her virgin cunt. He pushed harder. She felt stretched and filled and there was a little pain but she knew she couldn't stop him now.
He gave another sharp jab with his cock and she felt him breaking through. One more push of his hips and his cock was deeply implanted in her cunt.
"Ummm," she moaned. "That feels as good as your tongue. Ummmm…"
"Fuck me, baby," Johnny urged. "Use your ass. Move it around."
She began to move against him as he drove into her with long strokes. He was so big that she was afraid he was going to split her apart, but it was giving her too many warm and delicious feelings.
"Oh Jesus," she moaned. "You're making me feel so good, Johnny. Your cock is making me feel so good. Oh God, Johnny! Oh fuck!"
Her using the word fuck seemed to drive him on to greater urgency. His cock began to slam into her furiously, and she met his every stroke with a push of her pussy.
"Good fuck," Johnny groaned. "Fucking good. I can't stand to wait. I'm going to come. I can't stand waiting."
She felt his cock grow inside her cunt and knew somehow that he was nearing his climax. She pushed at him as she felt the first of his jism explode inside her.
"Oh yes!" Sharon cried. "Oh yes! That feels good! Oh, I can feel you coming! Oh fuck! What's happening to me? I'm dying! I can feel my pussy getting hot and wet! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh Jesus fuckkkkk!"
She drenched his spurting cock with her hot juices as she came. Nothing had ever been so good.