Brad Logan

Peeking at Mom

CHAPTER ONE

Biff's cock got hard as he stared at the ad in the magazine. It was only an ad for a resort in the Bahamas showing a beautiful lady in a bikini running from the surf onto the beach. But for a kid like Biff, a picture like that was a powerful aphrodisiac.

In his fevered mind, Biff was imagining himself standing on that beach. The lovely woman was running toward him. As he watched her tits bouncing heavily in the tiny top of the bikini, Biff imagined himself opening his arms to encircle the gorgeous creature.

As his daydream continued, he could actually feel the woman pressing her body on his. His imagination even supplied the warm drops of water that covered the woman's body.

As Biff's hard cock pressed against the tightness of his jeans, he imagined he could feel the chick's taut belly pressing against his prick, right through his bathing suit.

Although Biff had never actually sunk his prick into a pussy, he did know the feeling of firm tits against his chest. And now he brought the memory of some of his own hot times at the beach into his fantasy.

He let his mind continue flying. He imagined his hand sliding down the wet curve of the woman's back. He dreamed of finding the crack of her ass at the top of the bikini. In his fantasy, his hand slid into the bikini, covering the firm, round cheeks of the woman's ass.

"Let's go back to our room," he imagined the woman saying. "I want to fuck!"

Even though the soft voice was a daydream, Biff's cheeks burned. In fact, his whole body was on fire – a familiar feeling to the horny kid.

His fantasy continued.

"I can't wait," he imagined himself saying.

Biff saw himself dragging the woman down onto the sand. He still had one hand on her ass. He was covering her mouth with his own. His tongue slipped into her mouth. A soft puffing sound came from the chick's throat.

By this time, in the real world, Biff's prick was throbbing painfully in his pants. He knew it wouldn't be long before he was unzipping his fly so that he could get his hand around his stiff cock. But the longer he waited, the longer he kept his fantasy alive, the better his orgasm would be.

As he dreamed on, Biff pulled his hand from the imaginary lady's ass. He slid his hand around her lithe body to her tits. Capturing one of her luscious tits, he thrilled to its size and suppleness.

Being a horny young kid with a very vivid imagination, Biff was having a wonderfully exciting time. In the back of his mind he knew it was only a sexual fantasy. But if this was only fantasy, how would the reality of sex affect him? He couldn't know.

Suddenly, though, reality broke into his daydream.

The phone was ringing. Biff had to answer. The imaginary woman began to fade. The Bahamian beach began to disappear. By the time the phone rang again, Biff was back in the living room, looking at the ad on the glossy page of the magazine.

His prick made it difficult for him to walk, but he struggled to the other side of the room where the phone was.

His hand trembled as he lifted the receiver.

"Hello," he said as normally as he could, even though be was slightly breathless.

"Is this Biff?" A woman's voice asked.

"Yes," Biff said.

"Hello, honey," the woman said. "You probably don't remember me. I used to live next door to you on Maple Street. Marge Berg. You used to play with my daughter, Sandy."

"Oh yeah," Biff said. "I remember."

Biff had been a little kid when they moved from Maple Street. But he would never forget Sandy Berg and her mother. In fact, those memories began to come flooding back to Biff.

"I got into a funny mood," Marge Berg said. "I felt like calling old friends and neighbors. I'm so glad you remember me."

"Yeah, I sure do," Biff said. "How is Sandy, anyhow?"

"Oh, she's fine," Marge said. "She's away at college, but she'll be coming home in a few weeks for the summer. You wouldn't recognize her – she's turned into quite a woman."

If she turned out anything like her mother, she must be a hot chick, Biff thought.

Suddenly, Biff remembered that Marge Berg was the first woman he had seen naked besides his mother. That memory came back like a sock in the jaw.

"I remember how you and Sandy used to play together in the yard," Marge was saying.

But Biff was hardly paying any attention now. In mind was occupied with the memory of how he had once stumbled onto Marge, naked in front of her bedroom mirror.

Biff hadn't thought about that scene in a long time. In fact, he must have ignored that memory because it was so strange. He hadn't only seen Marge naked – she had been doing something to herself. Now, with Marge's voice in his ear, Biff understood just what it was he had seen.

He could see Marge again in his vivid memory. She was standing naked, in front of her mirror. Biff had seen his mother naked often, so the sight of a naked lady didn't seem unusual. But Marge was holding herself, and moving in a funny way.

Biff remembered how puzzled he had been as he watched. It looked as though she were washing herself. But she couldn't have been washing in the bedroom. Still, her hand had definitely been scrubbing her cunt. Her other hand held one of her tits. And her hips were moving back and forth.

Jerking off was something Biff had never dreamed of in those days. And since he had discovered jerking off, he hadn't once thought about that strange scene he had witnessed.

But now, suddenly and startlingly, he understood. He had caught Marge jerking off and hadn't even realized it.

Now her voice was filling him with raw passion. What wouldn't he give to see that scene again? Now he would appreciate seeing a woman jerking off.

"Do you remember?" Marge was saying.

Biff hadn't been listening. The last thing he had heard her say was that he and Sandy used to play in the back yard.

"Yeah, I remember," Biff croaked, his throat constricted with excitement.

He remembered, all right. He remembered seeing this woman rubbing herself into ecstasy. And now, years later, the memory was turning him into a fiend of lust.

"Those were good times, weren't they, Biff?" Marge was saying.

"Yes, they were," Biff managed to say, although his breath was coming in desperate gasps.

With one hand, Biff tore at his belt as he tried to hold the telephone receiver to his ear. This voice was driving him wild.

"By the way," Marge said, "is your mother at home?"

"No, no, she isn't," Biff said as evenly as he could.

He had his prick out by this time. It stood from his crotch and jerked its fat cockhead. When Biff ran his fingers along it, he shivered.

The idea of jerking off while listening to Marge's voice was irresistible. Biff knew it was pretty weird, but he couldn't help himself.

"Well, tell your mother I called," Marge said.

"Wait," Biff gasped.

By this time he had his hand around his prick. He was pulling the loose skin back and forth along the thick cock.

Biff had to to pull himself together enough to keep Marge on the line while he jerked off. He realized that his voice must sound peculiar to her. But he didn't want her to hang up until he had shot his load. Her voice was so sweet and sexy that he had to hear it as he came.

"Ah, when is Sandy coming home?" he asked.

"In about two weeks, I think," Marge said. "Let's see. She'll be home on the twenty-second."

Marge's voice was still terribly exciting to dxc boy. As he stared across the room, he could almost see her standing in front of her mirror with her fingers in her cunt.

Then Biff remembered something else about the long-forgotten scene. Marge had begun to make a strange sound as she rubbed her cunt. And, as he listened to her voice now, he remembered that sound. It had been a sort of whimper.

Biff remembered that he had been scared as he stood watching Marge jerk off. She looked so strange moving like that, and her whispering was so much like a cry of pain.

"You should call Sandy," Marge was saying now. "I'm sure she'd like to hear from you. And you wouldn't believe how she looks. She has such a pretty figure. I've always wanted an ass like she has now."

Biff couldn't believe Marge was talking to him that way. Mentioning her daughter's ass to him gave Biff a rush that brought his jism surging.

"Uh-h-h-h," he gasped into the phone.

Huge, wet drops of jism began to fly from his prick as his fist moved rapidly up and down.

"What?" Marge asked. "Did you say something?"

Biff knew that she had heard him gasp. It would have been awfully embarrassing if she knew what he was doing as they talked.

And as Biff's embarrassment began to replace his lust, he remembered one more thing about that scene from long ago.

Marge's moans had begun to get louder as he stood outside her bedroom door and watched. Then, suddenly, she stopped moving and her moans ended. Biff had begun to retreat from the doorway. But Marge suddenly looked toward him.

He could remember how shocked she had looked when she saw him there. Suddenly, he knew that not only had he seen something very strange, but he had seen something that he wasn't supposed to have seen. The look on Marge's face told him that.

"Well, it was nice talking to you again, Biff," Marge was saying. "And tell your mother I called."

"I-I will," Biff said. "Goodbye."

"Goodbye, sweetheart," Marge said.

Biff hung up. His head was swimming. So was his hand. Gooey jism covered the fist that was still wrapped around his shrinking cock.

It was certainly strange how he had forgotten all about that episode from his past. But, after all, he couldn't appreciate what he had seen at that age. But he did know it was something he shouldn't have done. It was almost like having been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

But now that he was a horny teenager, he began to savor that memory. It had been the most exciting thing that had ever happened to him. Too bad something like that couldn't happen again.

But maybe it would.

Biff wiped his hand and prick. Then he got the phone book and looked up Marge's number. He memorized it easily.

He would call Sandy. And, who knows, he might even get another glimpse of Marge jerking off. But even if he didn't, Sandy might prove interesting. After all, she had an ass like Marge always wanted.

CHAPTER TWO

Biff spent the next few days in a horny fever. All he thought about was that long-forgotten episode when he saw Marge jerking off and about talking to her on the phone.

That chicks jerk off at all was a revelation to the boy. That he had forgotten all about seeing Marge jerk off was interesting, too. And Biff was amazed at how much fun it had been jerking off while talking on the phone to that lusty lady.

Most of all, though, Biff concentrated on the memory of standing outside Marge's room and watching her engaged in that mysterious practice.

Thinking as hard as he could about every detail pf that scene, Biff had to admit that he didn't remember exactly how her naked body had looked. It was hard to know what he had remembered and what his own mind was now supplying.

But he would never forget how her hand had moved so vigorously at her cunt while her other hand cradled one tit. The sounds, those strange moans, he would never forget either.

Over and over Biff recreated the scene in his head as he jerked off. But every time he replayed it, he seemed to get farther away from the actual memory. It was becoming more like all his other fantasies.

Then another interesting thing happened.

Biff remembered that he hadn't told his mother about Marge's call. They were having dinner a few days after the call when something occurred to Biff.

It was just he and his mother – his father had died when Biff was small. Biff and his mother got along very well. They didn't keep many secrets from each other. So Biff was surprised at how funny he felt about telling his mother about Marge's call.

Maybe it was because he had jerked off while talking to Marge, or because of his memory about seeing the woman jerk off. Biff didn't know. But he felt that he wanted to keep that conversation a secret.

He finally did tell his mother, though. And when he did, he found that his prick was hard and throbbing, just as it had been when he heard Marge's voice on the phone.

"Gee, I haven't seen her in so many years," Biff's mother, June, said. "How is she doing?"

"Good, I guess," Biff said.

"I think I'll call her back," June said. "It would be fun talking to her after all this time."

The idea of his mother and Marge getting together and reviving their friendship excited Biff. He would love to see Marge, too.

After Biff told his mother about Marge, he began to wonder again about chicks and jerking off. If Marge jerked off, maybe his mother did too!

But the thought of his own mother tickling her pussy until she writhed and moaned was too much for Biff. He couldn't imagine it. Still, his mother was a fairly young woman – she was thirty-six. She did go out with men and she stayed out very late, but she didn't go out that often. So she must get horny, Biff reasoned.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. It took all his imaginative powers, but he was finally able to picture his mother with her fingers in her cunt. He could imagine her face flushed with passion as she brought herself to a climax.

So June replaced Marge in Biff's sexual fantasies for a while.

It wasn't long before Biff was no longer satisfied with dreaming about his mother jerking off. He did something about it.

When his mother wasn't at home, he roamed around her room looking for ways he could spy on her. He raised her window shade an inch while she was in the shower one evening. If she didn't notice that it had been raised, he might be able to peek in at her, he thought.

Biff went into the living room while his mother finished her shower. He could hear the water running, and be couldn't help thinking about how that water was striking his mother's naked, tender flesh.

By the time the shower was turned off, Biff was vibrating with horny hope.

His mother would be drying herself, he thought. Then she would go into her room and get ready for bed. But would she notice that the shade wasn't quite all the way down?

Shaking with lust, Biff slipped out the front door. His brain reeled at the thought of what he might see. He also thought about the chances of his mother leaving the shade where it was and about what he would say to her if she caught him outside her window.

But the most important thing in Biff's mind was the possibility of seeing his mother jerk off.

He went to the back of the house where his mother's bedroom window was. He could see light pouring out from beneath her shade. His heart pounded.

Walking slowly, quietly, Biff moved toward the window. He could hear his own frantic breathing and soft footsteps in the grass.

By the time he got to the window, he was mesmerized with lust. He found that he could see clearly into the room. He had to look up slightly, but he calculated that he would have no trouble seeing anything that might happen in the room.

His mother was nowhere in sight. She must still be in the bathroom, Biff figured. But she would be there soon. Then she would either pull down the shade or leave it up and give Biff a good show. She might not jerk off. But just seeing her naked body would be quite a treat for Biff.

Suddenly, June walked into the room. Biff tensed his muscles. If his mother noticed the shade, he was ready to bolt. And if she didn't, he was ready to enjoy a fabulous experience.

June was wearing her blue robe. It was tied at the waist, but as she ran a towel through her long, blonde hair, Biff could see the tops of her tits moving inside the robe.

He knew that his mother had big tits. In fact, he had admired them whenever she moved around and they jostled in her clothing. But he hadn't really seen them since he was a little kid. In those days they were just a funny part of her body. Now tits were among the mast important things in the world to the boy.

So far, June hadn't noticed the window shade. She was still drying her hair.

As she dried her hair, she walked around the room. She would pick something up from the floor, hang something up in the closet, or move things around on the top of her dresser.

As she moved around the room, she gave her son various views of her robed body. And the views were exciting to the peeping boy at the window. He saw his mother's wide ass moving inside her robe. When she bent to pick something up, she would give Biff a quick glimpse inside the top of the robe. Once Biff was sure he saw her entire tit.

But this was nothing out of the ordinary. Biff had seen all this without having to peek in his mother's window.

June finally threw the towel down on her chair. In another second, she had untied the belt of the robe and slipped it off. She stood absolutely naked in the middle of the room.

Biff was frozen with excited passion. His eyes bulged from his head. His prick strained the material of his jeans.

June was gorgeous. Her blonde hair fell over her shoulders, almost reaching her large, firm tits. It was on those big tits that Biff first fixed his gaze.

He hadn't remembered how big his mother's tits really were. They were round, too, like ripe melons. And a large brown nipple crowned each one.

Biff's eyes moved down his mother's body. Below her tits, her stomach looked flat and smooth. Her belly-button punctuated that creamy area.

Then Biff's gaze settled into the triangle of golden hair at June's crotch. He tried to see the lips of her pussy, but he couldn't. Those golden curls hid the real treasure. But Biff was so excited that the sight of his mother's cunt lips couldn't have added much. He was on the verge of exploding already.

But when June began to walk toward the dresser, Biff was given a truly beautiful sight. He saw how the heavy tits on his mother's chest rose and fell with her steps. He realized how clothing had held his mother's tits, preventing them from bouncing.

Now June was standing in front of her mirror, just as Marge had been years before when Biff saw her jerk off. Did women often jerk off in front of their mirror? Would June jerk off now?

If she was going to jerk off, she showed no sign. June lifted a container from the dresser. She opened it and poured something into her hand.

Biff was seeing his mother in profile now. He put his fingertips on the window sill to steady himself. He was trembling.

Biff studied his mother's naked body. He could see how her ass sagged just a bit. The cheeks being large and round, naturally they would be heavy. And from this angle, he could also see that his mother's tits sagged a bit too. But pot enough to detract from their beauty. They sagged just enough to make the boy wonder what it would be like to lift one of those tits in his hand.

June rubbed her hands together. Then she brought her hands to her chest above her tits. She began massaging herself with the liquid she had poured from the bottle.

"H-h-h-h-h-h," Biff heard himself gasp as his mother moved her hands down to her tits.

As she massaged them with the cream, she lifted them and pressed them. The supple flesh of her tits flowed around her massaging hands in a way that Biff had trouble believing.

Biff had given a few girls a feel. But it had always been through their clothing. He had had no experience with an unleashed tit. So the sight of his mother giving hers a good workout was astonishing.

Finally, June dropped her tits and rubbed her belly. Biff noticed how her tits quivered as she let them go.

This was really something. But Biff was still aware of his desperation. As wonderful as it was to watch his mother handling her tits, Biff was consumed with the desire to hold them, squeeze them, suck them.

June finally stopped massaging herself. She gave her tummy a few slaps as she examined herself in the mirror. Then she turned sideways and ran her hand down her stomach.

Biff, even in his wild excitement, could see that his mother was concerned about how she looked. And he wished he could tell her that he thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Then June grabbed her tits again. This time, she lifted them slightly while watching in profile. Biff knew that she was worried about them beginning to sag. But he was still hoping his mother would give him the ultimate show – he hoped she would jerk off.

But it was not to be.

June bent down and opened one of her drawers. As she bent, Biff saw how her huge tits hung from her chest. Again, he couldn't help wondering how it would feel to lift one of those pendulous tits.

When June stood up, she was holding a pink, shimmering garment in her hands. Slipping her hands into it, she lifted it over her head. In another second, the garment slithered down her body. Now she was hidden from the prying eyes at the window.

Over her gown she put on the robe again. Then she left the room.

Biff was left at the window, gasping and trembling. His prick was so swollen it was stretching the denim of his pants.

"Biff," June called inside the house. "Biff?"

Biff couldn't answer her now. Even if he could catch his breath and talk, he couldn't face his mother now.

Moving as quickly as he could under the circumstances, Biff went into the garage and got into his mother's car. He bared his prick and jerked off with as much energy as he could. With the vision of his naked mother still burning in his brain, he fired a huge load of hot cum.

Biff remained in the car a long time. It took quite a while for him to calm down enough to go into the house and face his mother.

"Where were you?" June asked when Biff strolled into the room.

"Down at the pizza joint," he said as evenly as he could.

"Well, I wish you would tell me where you're going," June said. "I get worried when you disappear."

"You were in the shower when I left," he explained. "I didn't think you could have heard me."

"Leave a note then," June said.

"OK," Biff said. "Uh, I think I'll go to bed. Good night."

June said goodnight, and Biff hurried to his room.

Before going to sleep that night, the poor kid had to jerk off twice more. The image of his mother's naked body burned behind his closed eyelids.

But Biff wasn't the only one masturbating that night. When June slipped between her sheets and had turned off the light, her hand crept down her belly to her furry cunt.

Biff had guessed right about his mother. She did have her horny times. And it wasn't unusual far her to tickle her clit until she squirmed with ecstasy before dropping off to sleep. But as long as she did it between her sheets in the dark, there was no hope of Biff witnessing the event.

CHAPTER THREE

Biff knew that Sandy was coming home that very day.

He decided he would give her a few days before calling. There would be a better chance of seeing her after she had settled in at home.

These were difficult days for Biff. He lived in the past more than in the present. Remembering Sandy as she had been when she saw her last, it was difficult to imagine her now.

But Marge's words were still echoing in Biff's head. "Sandy has the sort of ass I've always wanted," Marge had said.

Sandy was a year older than Biff. He had just finished high school, and Sandy had had a year of college already. Would she be interested in him now, he wondered?

When three days passed, Biff called.

He had never been so nervous. Still worrying if Marge knew that he had been jerking off when they talked last, and worrying about whether Sandy would want to see him, Biff almost lost his nerve. But he gathered all his strength and called. Sandy answered. Biff swallowed hard and introduced himself. He could hear his voice shaking, and he had to think about Sandy's ass in order to continue.

"I talked to your mother a few weeks ago," he said. "So I thought I'd call you up."

"I'm glad you did," Sandy said in a sweet voice.

Biff suggested that they get together for a Coke. To his surprise, Sandy agreed.

They were to meet at the hamburger joint on Sandy's corner. Biff rode his bike as fast as he could all the way there. When he arrived, Sandy hadn't shown up yet.

Biff was early. He had been so eager, he got there sooner than he thought he would.

Sipping a Coke, Biff wiggled in his seat. His eyes never left the door.

Several girls came in. A few times, Biff thought he recognized his old playmate. When Sandy did come into the restaurant, Biff didn't know her.

It wasn't that he didn't notice her. There wasn't a boy or man in the world that wouldn't notice her.

If it wasn't her pretty face that attracted them, any man would drool over her big, bouncy tits. And if that didn't do it, her round, wide ass, encased tightly in denim, would.

Biff could even see the dark circles of her nipples through her blouse.

Rut it was only when Sandy slipped into the booth with him that Biff knew who she was.

"Hi, Biff," she said with a broad smile. "You look just the same as always."

Before Biff could say a word, Sandy leaned across the table and kissed him on the cheek. As she did that, Biff noticed her tits hit the table and flatten out on it.

If there had been any chance of his remaining calm, that kiss ruined it. The touch of Sandy's tender lips on his cheek and the smell of her blond hair made him a quivering heap. He could have melted. He felt as though every bone in his body had gone limp. Only his prick had remained firm. And it was from that hard cock that he drew the courage not to run away.

"Gee," Biff gasped. "You, you…"

He couldn't get another word out. With his mouth hanging open and his eyes constantly dropping to view Sandy's huge tits, he was helpless.

He felt like a fool. Why had he ever called her? he wondered. What did he expect to happen?

Sandy laughed. But Biff knew that she wasn't laughing at him. Her laugh was too friendly and happy. In fact, it was the nicest laugh Biff had ever heard. Even if Sandy's tits weren't bouncing with her laughter, Biff would have thrilled at it.

"I know I don't look much like I used to," she said. "Isn't it funny how we change. I can't believe it when I look at old pictures of myself."

Not only was Sandy a beauty, she was a charmer as well. Biff was almost relaxed already.

"Yeah," he agreed. "I don't feel anything like I used to when I was small. I mean, I feel completely different now."

Biff knew that he was talking nonsense. And he was staring at Sandy's tits again. But Sandy laughed again, making Biff feel better.

They talked about the good times they had had together and about the other kids they had played with. Sandy seemed to know what happened to all their old playmates, while Biff had lost touch with them.

Biff couldn't remember having a better time. But he didn't forget about his hopes. Could he and Sandy become playmates again? Now there would be so many new games to play!

"After you called I was looking through some old snapshots of us as kids together," Sandy said. "They're hilarious. Would you like to see them? We could go over to my house if you'd like."

"Sure," Biff said, a bit too eagerly.

Naturally, the first thing Biff thought about was getting the chance to grab Sandy. If no one was home at her house, he promised himself he would do just that.

"Oh, you brought your bicycle," Sandy said as Biff unlocked it.

"Yeah, but I can walk it over to your house," he said.

Biff realized that a college chick like Sandy must think it childish to ride a bicycle. It would be awkward to walk the bike.

"Why don't you ride it mid I'll meet you there?" she said. "I have my car."

"Your car?" Biff asked, surprised.

Did Sandy have her own car? Could he hope to get anywhere with a chick who had her own car while he was still riding a bicycle?

"I know it's silly to drive to the corner," Sandy said. "I've been getting so lazy since my mother bought me that car."

Biff rode his bike down the street toward Sandy's house. When she zoomed past in her car, his heart sank. Not only did she have her own car, but it was a beautiful, new sports job.

Sandy was standing beside, her car in the driveway when Biff rode up. She looked so good, he almost gave up the thought of grabbing her. She was out of his league.

As Biff followed Sandy into her house, he watched her ass swaying back and forth. He shoved his hands into his pockets to hide the bulge of his stiff prick.

There didn't seem to be anyone home. Biff's heart began to pound.

"Here," Sandy said, as she handed Biff a box. He had to pull his hands from his pockets to take the box. And he was sure that Sandy glanced down and noticed his hard-on.

He sat down on the couch with the box on his lap. When he opened it, the first thing he saw was an old black and white photo of him and Sandy.

Sandy had sat down next to him. She was looking at the photo too.

"Isn't it a scream?" she giggled.

It was pretty funny, Biff thought. But he could feel the warmth of Sandy's body beside him. So his mind wasn't on the picture.

"Look, there's more," Sandy said.

She leaned closer and began to search through the pile of pictures. Now her tit was pressed against Biff's arm.

That warm contact between his arm and one of Sandy's tits was too much for the boy. He turned toward Sandy and wrapped his arms around her.

The box of pictures fell from his lap and scattered on the floor. But Biff didn't even notice. All he was aware of was the softness of her tits spread across his chest and the sweetness of her lips under his own.

When Sandy opened her mouth, letting Biff slip his tongue in, his hopes soared. Was this gorgeous girl going to let him fuck her?

They kissed eagerly, hungrily.

Finally, Sandy pulled her head away. But she had her arms around Biff, and she kept her tits pressed to his chest.

"Wow," she giggled. "This is something we never thought of when we were kids."

Biff liked the way Sandy could joke about kissing him. But Biff was too horny, too wild with the need to get fucked, to join in the levity.

He pressed his mouth on Sandy's again. She kissed back with a passion to match his. Biff had never felt so excited – and so hopeful. After all, here was an older chick, a college girl. And Biff had heard all about college girls.

When he was able to think at all, Biff realized that he had his hand on Sandy's back where her bra strap would be if she was wearing one. He moved his hand up and down, but there was no bra strap under her blouse.

Biff's ideas about college girls were proving true. Now, if only she would let him feel her fabulous tits! Biff said a little prayer as he moved his hand around to the front of Sandy's body.

Sandy let her body sink into the couch, moving her tits from Biff's chest. TIwy were lying with his grasp. And his hand was inching closer.

Biff could feel Sandy's chest heaving. She was excited, he knew.

His fingers moved to the slope of her tit. Then, sliding his hand up, he felt her tit filling his hand. It overflowed his grasp as Biff squeezed it.

"Urn-rn-rn-rn-rn-rn," Sandy moaned.

Having her tit in his hand was making Biff's head spin with lust. And when he heard Sandy moan, he thought he was in heaven.

He had never felt anything like Sandy's tit before. Sure, he had grabbed a few tits in his life, but none of them had been like this one. And none of the other girls he had grabbed had ever moaned with animal passion.

Biff drove his tongue deeper into Sandy's mouth as he massaged her tit. He could tell by the way Sandy was holding him that she loved it.

When he had explored her tit thoroughly, he began concentrating on her nipple. Through her light cotton blouse, Biff could feel her nipple. He could feel the stiff bud between his trembling fingers.

"Ow, ow-w-w," Sandy whined. "Not so hard!"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Biff gasped.

He eased up on his examination.

"Yeah," Sandy breathed. "Like that. That feels good!"

Sandy squirmed with pleasure as Biff kept handling her tit. Now he was kissing her neck. It was so warm and smooth against his face, Biff could hardly believe it.

Sandy seemed so willing, even eager, that Biff began to hope he would get to stick his prick right into the hot pool of her cunt. But that thought made him so crazed that he tried not to think about it. He would try to take things one step at a time. The next step was to go after Sandy's tits without her blouse in the way.

Biff's pulse raced as he moved his fingers from her tit to one of the buttons on her blouse. If she stopped him now, he didn't know what he would do.

Biff forced his fingers to obey as he slipped one button through its buttonhole. Then he unbuttoned another button. The weight of Sandy's tits spread her blouse as Biff unbuttoned it.

He finally had all but her bottom button unfastened.

Biff was almost afraid to take his mouth from Sandy's. He thought she might tell him to stop if she could talk. But he had to see her tits.

So Biff lifted his face from Sandy's. He looked down at her chest. Her blouse was opened and her tits lay in view. Never had the boy seen such a sight.

Two creamy tits stood within the opened blouse. They were slightly flattened with their own considerable weight, yet they stood proudly.

Sandy's nipples were erect. The center of her nipples were as big as gumdrops and the entire pink disk was the size of a silver dollar. Between her tits lay a tender valley of silken skin.

When Biff had feasted his eyes, he covered one of those gorgeous tits with his hand. Even with his fingers spread, he couldn't completely cover one lovely tit.

Biff realized that Sandy was watching him. He looked up at her face.

She was smiling at him. And in her smile, Biff saw that she was proud of her tits and happy that he was enjoying them. Sandy wasn't coy, as all the other girls he had necked with had been. Sandy was a real woman, Biff thought. And that thought intoxicated him.

Now Biff acted without even thinking. His instincts as a horny young boy took over.

He dropped his face onto Sandy's tits. She caressed his head, running her fingers through his hair.

The incredible softness of her tits on Biff's face was a revelation. Tits had fitted Biff's lustful thoughts for years. Now he knew why – tits were the most wonderful source of warmth and happiness a man can experience.

For several minutes, Biff moved his face over Sandy's tits. He buried his face between them and slid his cheeks across her erect nipples.

Opening his mouth, Biff took one nipple between his teeth. His tongue licked it gently, then more hungrily.

Sandy pulled Biff's face tightly to her tit. Biff could hardly breathe. But he bit down until his teeth were buried in Sandy's tit and her nipple was deep in his mouth.

"Ah-h-h-h-b-h-h-h," Sandy moaned wantonly and held Biff's face even more tightly to her swollen tit.

After munching on one tit, Biff slid his mouth to the other. Then he took the first tit he had sucked into his hand. It felt different now that it was wet with his saliva.

"Oh, Biff," Sandy moaned. "Oh-h-h-h-h-h."

Biff had never heard a girl moan like that. He hoped it meant that she was as hot as he was. Biff couldn't help worrying that she would stop him. After all, every other chick he had necked with had stopped him before he had gotten even this far.

But Sandy wasn't stopping him. In fact, she was beginning to wiggle in his embrace in a delirium of passion.

There was still more territory to conquer before Biff could fuck-her. Now that he was feasting on her tits, her pussy began to beckon from within her jeans.

Still sucking one of her luscious tits, Biff lowered a hand to a warm thigh. As he gave Sandy's thigh a squeeze, he felt her body shiver.

Biff's hand went right to the inside of Sandy's thigh. The denim of her jeans was warm with the heat of her body. And as Biff moved his hand higher, he thought the denim was damp as well.

Just having his hand near her cunt was exciting. And when Sandy spread her thighs, Biff took that as an invitation to her most intimate region.

Running his fingertips over her crotch, Biff was thrilled by the feeling of her pussy mound beneath her jeans. He thought he could actually feel her pubic hair pressed between her cunt and her tight jeans.

But there was no way he could explore her cunt the way he longed to as long as she had her pants on. Jeans could be like armor, luff realized. He wished girls still wore skins. But he wasn't going to let this denim barrier stop him.

His fingers crawled to the button at the waistband of the jeans. It didn't take long for him to pop it open. Pulling down her zipper was easy enough; Sandy seemed willing to let him explore.

Biff had to rise a bit to get his hand into Sandy's opened pants. So he lifted his face from her tits and kissed her mouth again. He was thrilled and surprised by the way Sandy bit his lips with her sharp teeth.

Sandy sank down lower cm the couch. She was almost lying down now.

Biff slid his fingers down tier belly and under the top of her bikini panties. Just under the elastic waistband, he met her tangled pubic hair.

This was almost too much for Biff to stand. He wanted to pull her pants off her, and his own as well. But he couldn't act like a madman. He had to keep his head, even though his fingers were about an inch from the entrance to Sandy's body.

When Biff tried to reach that hidden crevice, though, he found that the crotch of her jeans was hugging her cunt too tightly for him to get his hand down there.

But he couldn't keep himself from trying. He began shaving his hand into the tight area of Sandy's cunt.

"Ow-w-w-w," Sandy cried. "Wait, wait."

Again, Biff felt like a fool. Here he was with this cool chick who was letting him have all he wanted, and he was acting like a horny, inexperienced kid. And when he remembered that's, what he was, he felt even more foolish.

"I'm sorry," he said.

Biff prayed that his clumsy groping wouldn't turn off this terrific chick.

He was looking down at Sandy's heavenly tits again. But what he saw her doing now made him forget all about her tits.

Grabbing her jeans, Sandy lifted her ass from the couch and pulled them down. Along with her jeans went her underpants. As she slipped her jeans down her thighs, though, her underpants remained caught around her wide hips.

Biff's eyes bulged. The top of Sandy's underpants crossed her cunt at an angle. Half of her pubic patch was exposed to the boy's hungry eyes.

Sandy kicked her jeans from her feet. Biff took his eyes from her cunt just long enough to appreciate her long, slender legs. Every inch of this chick's body was gorgeous. Then Biff's eyes were back at her cunt.

Sandy sat still with her underpants half covering her pussy while she watched Biff. He could feel her eyes on him. But he couldn't do anything about it. He couldn't lift his gaze from her cunt, nor could he pull her underpants down the rest of the way. He was frozen with lust.

Finally, though, Biff lifted a shaking hand. He grabbed her underpants and pulled them down. Again Sandy lifted her ass.

At last, her cunt lay before him naked and waiting.

Biff reached for her hairy pussy. His fingers moved through the soft curls of her bush. When the tip of his middle finger found the top of her cunt, Sandy spread her thighs.

But her legs wouldn't open. Biff had left her underpants around her knees. Now they were preventing her from spreading her legs enough for him to teach her cunt.

"I think I'd better get rid of these," Sandy said as she leaned forward and slipped her underpants down her legs.

Biff felt so dumb. It was obvious that Sandy had been in this position before. He couldn't believe how calm she was.

Now Sandy was almost naked. But she still had her blouse on, fastened by the lowest button. After she dropped her underpants to the floor, though, she unbuttoned that last button of her blouse and took it off.

"There, is that better?" she asked Biff.

He nodded, too dumbfounded with passion to speak. Here was a beautiful woman sitting right beside him, and she was completely naked.

Once again Biff threw his arms around Sandy. And she hugged him. Having her naked body against his was unbelievably exciting. Biff wanted to get undressed too, so he could have her nakedness pressed to his own bare body. But he couldn't wait to caress her cunt, either.

Now when he put his hand between her legs, Sandy could spread her less wide. Her opened pussy was waiting for him. Biff kissed Sandy deeply as his fingers explored her cunt. This was new to him, although he had dreamed of it for years.

Feeling her wet cunt lips with his fingers, Biff gasped through his nose with wild lust. Sandy was breathing hard through her nose as their tongues played together.

Biff began dipping a finger into the tender envelope of Sandy's cunt. And as he did, she began to squirm in his embrace.

He found the deep channel that would accept his prick. The lining of that chamber was so soft and wet that Biff knew it could hold his cock with the most velvety grip imaginable.

With one leg draped over one of Biff's knees, Sandy spread her legs even further. Her cunt seemed as eager for Biff's finger as his finger was for her cunt.

"O-o-o-o-o," she hummed.

Biff lifted his face from hers again. He looked down at her crotch. From his vantage point, all he could see was her hair, but he could see that his fingers had disappeared into Sandy's body.

Now Biff saw Sandy in her animal wantonness. With his middle finger inserted up her pussy, she was moving her body from side to side. Her big tits were swaying, and on her face was a beautiful expression of bliss.

Biff still wished he were naked too. But he wasn't willing to take his finger from Sandy's cunt. So he couldn't get undressed.

As he stirred his finger around in Sandy's pussy, examining the wonderful interior of her cunt, she reached over and put her hand on his thigh.

Even with his finger in Sandy's cunt, a simple thing like her hand on his thigh made Biff even more excited. But when she slid her hand to his crotch, Biff's body jerked with excitement.

The kids still had their mouths glued together, tasting each other's tongues. And Biff was going wild with his explorations fl the slippery folds of Sandy's cunt. When her lingers began to move along his bulging cock, though, Biff almost forgot everything else.

Even though Sandy was feeling his prick through his jeans, her touch made the boy insane with passion.

"A-a-a-a-a-a," he hummed into Sandy's mouth. Sandy's fingers pressed into the fat head of Biff's prick. Then she slid her fingers down his thick cockshaft to where his balls lay, squeezed in his pants.

Biff had to release his cock from his pants. If it felt so wonderful to have Sandy's fingers on his prick through his jeans, it would be a hundred times as exciting to have her holding onto his naked bone.

So with his free hand, Biff reached for his belt buckle. He was still unwilling, or unable, to take his finger from Sandy's cunt. So he wound up with his arms crossed in front of him as he struggled with his belt.

By this time, Sandy was moving back and forth as though she were ona rocking chair. And strange cries were coming from her throat.

"Huh-h-h-h-h, ah-h-h-h-h," she was moaning.

The sounds coming from the chick reminded Biff of the sounds her mother had made when he stumbled upon her jerking off so many years before. Did all girls make such sounds, Biff wondered? Or was it only this lustful mother and daughter who made suck-strange sounds?

"Take your pants off," Sandy gasped suddenly as she pulled her face from Biff's.

Now Biff did pull his finger from Sandy's cunt. This was it, Biff realized in his spinning brain. He was finally going to get fucked!

He sat up. With both hands, he was able to get his belt unbuckled and his zipper down. Then he stood and began lowering his pants.

"Hurry," Sandy breathed, with a heave, of her chest.

The sight of her, naked and panting, made Biff move as fast as he could as he pulled down his pants.

He could now see the pink opening between Sandy's thighs. The thought that he was going to stick his prick into that hot pussy made his heart skip a beat.

Biff's cock sprang from his body as it was released from his pants. And the way Sandy's eyes widened as she saw it wasn't missed by the boy, even though he was staring at her spread pussy.

As Biff stepped out of his pants and underpants, he experienced a profound thrill at having his cock exposed to Sandy's hungry gaze. He could feel her gaze on his prick, and it felt warm and exciting.

When he was naked, Biff dropped down onto the couch beside the naked girl. His prick pressed into the side of her thigh as he took her into his arms again. He wished he had taken off his shirt so he could feel her bare tits against his chest. But she had laid him to take off his pains; she hadn't mentioned his shirt.

Sandy's smooth skin in contact with his hard, throbbing prick almost was enough to make Biff come. He hoped he wouldn't have to wait much longer.

Suddenly Sandy pushed Biff away from her. Then she lay back and lifted her legs up on the couch. With her legs spread and her knees bent slightly, Biff recognized her invitation. She was handing herself to him an a silver platter!

Once again Biff could see the pink lips of her cunt. He was getting into fucking position instinctively. It was a good thing his instincts were working, because his mind was a confused storm of excitement.

"Come on," Sandy gasped.

Stretching his body over hers, Biff brought his prick to her cunt. He could feel her curly pubic hair tickling his prick.

Then the warmth of her wet cunt lips touched Biff's cock. But the thrill of that touch made his cock twitch so violently that he missed the entrance of her pussy with his first lunge.

Biff lunged again. But now Sandy was pushing him up with her hands. Her legs were closing and wiggling under his.

"Biff, wait!" she was gasping. "Quick!"

Suddenly, he was falling to the floor. His cock, after a quick taste of Sandy's cunt, was now throbbing in empty space.

Sandy was getting up from the couch. The expression of lust had gone from her face. Now she looked panicked.

"My mother's home," she whispered frantically as she reached for her underpants.

Now Biff heard it too. A car had driven into the driveway. The engine switched off.

Now Biff was in a panic too. He could just imagine Marge walking in while he sat there on the floor with his hard prick wagging. He scrambled for his pants.

Even in his panic, though, Biff watched Sandy's tits swaying as she pulled on her underpants, then her jeans.

But when Biff heard the car door slam, he even forgot about Sandy's tits. He was trying to button up his jeans.

Now the back door opened and closed. Footsteps were heard in the kitchen. And Sandy was only beginning to button up her blouse. Her hair looked like an explosion.

"Hi, Mom," Sandy called.

Biff was amazed how calm she managed to sound, although there was a slight tremor in her voice.

Marge walked into the room. Biff had tucked his shirt into his pants. He thought he looked normal. But he was shaking from his toes to his fingertips.

"Well, could this be Biff?" Marge said when she saw the boy. "You look all grown up."

Biff said hello and smiled as well as he could. The sight of Marge was a shock. He hadn't remembered how beautiful she was. No wonder Sandy had turned out so beautiful. And Biff saw where Sandy had inherited her big tits.

Marge came over to Biff and hugged him. Then she kissed him on the cheek.

After being stopped at the paint of sticking his cock into Sandy's cunt, Biff's senses were short-circuited. But he didn't fail to notice how Marge's tits felt on his chest.

"We were looking at some old pictures," Sandy said when Marge saw the old photos spilled all over the floor where they had fallen when Biff grabbed Sandy.

Marge and Biff looked at the girl.

Biff knew the jig was up as soon as he laid eyes on her. Not only was her hair a mess, but she had buttoned up her blouse wrong. One side hung too low, and the other was sticking up beside Sandy's face. She had no shoes on, and neither had Biff.

Marge looked from one kid to the other. Biff and Sandy exchanged glances too.

"Looking at old pictures, huh?" Marge said. "It must have been pretty exciting, by the looks of things."

"Well, I'd better get going," Biff said suddenly, stepping into his shoes. "Actually, I'm late already."

He began walking quickly to the front door.

"It was really great seeing you both," he said just as he disappeared through the door.

He grabbed his bike, jumped on and began pedaling as fast as he could. Biff didn't know what to think. His excitement, disappointment and embarrassment rolled around in his head.

By the time Biff was in his own room again, he had calmed down enough for his horniness to return.

With his prick in his hand, he thought about Sandy and her naked body. He knew how close he had come to getting fucked. But even though he hadn't quite made it, he had had a pretty good time.

As he brought himself to a powerful climax, he concentrated on how the inside of Sandy's cunt had felt. And he tried to imagine how it would have felt if he had gotten his prick into that tight cave.

After jerking off, Biff could relax a bit. Now, when he remembered how Sandy had looked with her blouse buttoned up wrong and her hair flying in every direction, he also remembered the expression on her face. It hac been an expression of forced innocence, and it had been very funny.

Only now, though, could he appreciate it. Now thai his lust had been satisfied temporarily and his embarrassment at being caught had diminished, Biff began chuckling to himself. He wished he could have a picture of Sandy as she had looked at that moment.

More than anything else, Biff was waiting for another chance to be alone with Sandy. And he would make sure no one would interrupt.

CHAPTER FOUR

As eager as Biff was to see Sandy again, he didn't call her right away. He tried. But he was afraid Marge might answer. He couldn't quite bring himself to talk to Marge again after what had happened.

But a few days after his near miss with Sandy, he did talk to Marge. And it wasn't over the phone. She came to his house.

"Why didn't you tell me you went over to Marge Berg's house?" his mother asked him two days later.

"Oh, I, uh – I guess I forgot," Biff said.

"Marge called today," his mother said. "She said you and Sandy had good time together."

"Oh, yeah, we did," Biff said.

He wondered just what Marge had said. But by his mother's attitude, Biff could guess that Marge hadn't said much.

"Well, Marge and I are going out this evening," June told her son. "She's going to pick me up at about eight. Gee, it'll be fun getting together with her again. She was a really wild chick when we lived on Maple Street."

The news was interesting to Biff. And he wondered what his mother meant when she said that Marge was wild.

It was already seven-thirty. Marge would be there in a half hour. At fust Biff thought he would go out and miss Marge. But something made him stay home.

At eight, a car drove up the drive, Biff sat in the living room, listening. Then the doorbell rang.

"Get that, will you honey?" his mother called from her bedroom.

Biff walked to the door. He tried to act normal, even though seeing Marge again made him quake.

"Hello, sweetheart," Marge sang when Biff opened the door. "How are you?"

Shine took Biff's face between her hands and kissed him on the mouth. Her mouth wasn't quite closed as she kissed him, and Biff wondered what that meant.

"Sorry if I interrupted something when I came home the other day," Marge said with a smile.

"No, no – you didn't interrupt anything," Biff said with difficulty.

"Oh no?" Marge asked slyly.

Biff hated to be teased. But he knew that Marge wasn't angry. She was a pretty good old girl, Biff had to admit.

"My mother should be ready, soon," he said, changing the subject.

Marge began telling Biff how good looking he was and how glad she was that they were renewing their friendship.

But Biff was only half listening. With Marge standing right in front of him, he could smell her sexy perfume, all he could think about was how he had seen her jerking off when he was a young kid.

And as he glanced at Marge's body, he knew what a treat it would be to see her jerking off again, now that he could appreciate it. She was beautiful. And her outfit showed off her body very well.

Biff wondered if Marge remembered that incident.

"I recognized your voice the first second I heard it on the phone last week," Marge said. "Even though your voice has lowered a few octaves, I recognized it. You did sound somewhat breathless, though."

Biff remembered how Marge's phone call had turned him on and how he had jerked off while talking to her. And it seemed that she knew what he had been doing.

"Well, talking to you after all these years made me slightly breathless, I guess," Biff said boldly. "But I did remember you, didn't I? I remember everything from those days."

Two can play that game, Biff thought. So what if Marge knew he was jerking off while talking to her. He had caught her jerking off, too.

"Yes, those were pretty breathless days for me," Marge said with a wink.

So they understood each other, Biff realized. And Marge didn't seem the least bit embarrassed about having been caught jerking off by this boy when be was a little kid.

Biff stood up a bit straighter now. The whole thing was pretty exciting.

"Marge!" June cried as she walked into the room.

"June!" Marge cried.

Both women threw their arms into the air. Then they ran at each other and embraced.

Biff saw their tits come together as they hugged. They were obviously glad to see each other after all the years.

The two women stepped back and looked each other up and down.

"You haven't changed a bit," Marge said. "And you look as beautiful as ever," June said. Biff had to agree that both women were knockouts.

They began jabbering about when they were neighbors. Finally, they said goodbye to Biff and went out.

Now that Biff was alone, he realized how much Marge had excited him. This would be a good time to call Sandy, he thought. Not only was he excited by seeing Marge, but he knew that Marge would be out and he wouldn't have to worry about her interrupting again.

Biff was trembling as he dialed Sandy's number. If she would let him come over, he was almost assured of getting laid.

But there was no answer. Biff could imagine Sandy out with her college friends, driving around in their sports cars. Maybe their recent fun had been a fluke, after all.

Biff decided to go out and see what was happening in his own neighborhood. After all, there were more girls in the world than Sandy.

But after riding around on his bicycle, checking out all the hangouts, Biff hadn't found any of the usual gang.

So he kept riding around, aimlessly enjoying the warm spring evening. At least he thought he was riding around aimlessly. He was surprised when he realized that he was only a few blocks from Sandy's house.

With that realization, his heart began to pound and his prick began to swell.

He might as well ride past her house, he thought. It wouldn't do any harm. And the possibility of getting fucked didn't slip his mind either.

When Biff saw Sandy's car in her driveway, his hopes grew. But maybe she was out with a friend – a boyfriend perhaps.

With mixed feelings, Biff rode up the driveway.

As he leaned his bike against the side of the house, Biff heard music. It was coming from inside the house, he was sure. Sandy must be home!

Now the boy was trembling like a leaf. He walked up to the door. In a few seconds he would either be invited in or sent away. And if he were invited in, he was almost sure to get laid, he knew.

As Biff lifted his hand to ring the doorbell, he remembered every second of his last visit. He could see Sandy sitting beside him naked and excited. He could almost smell the sweet fragrance of her hot body.

But before his finger pressed the bell, Biff heard a voice. He froze.

It was Sandy's voice. She was laughing. She wasn't alone.

Suddenly, Biff was crushed. There was no way she was going to fuck him if she had friends over. Of course, she might send her friends away, but Biff didn't like the idea of waiting around all evening, drooling over Sandy and hoping her friends would go away.

Then Biff heard a second voice. It was a boy's voice.

Somehow, Biff had imagined Sandy entertaining a girlfriend. Now that he knew she had a guy with her, he felt even worse.

He should have known, he thought. A chick like Sandy must have a lot of guys. And she was probably putting out for them, too.

Well, he had had his chance, it was just one of those things, he told himself. But when he remembered how close he had come to getting fucked, he felt sick.

If only he had gotten the chance to stick his prick into Sandy's cunt. Even if he hadn't had a chance to come, he would at least have known what it felt like to have his prick in a hot pussy.

Biff turned to leave. But he couldn't quite make himself go. After all, maybe the guy in there was just a neighbor or something. And Sandy had spread her legs for him. That must mean she liked him. Maybe she would get rid of whoever she had with her now to give Biff another chance.

He remembered how Sandy's eyes had widened when his prick had sprung out of his pants. That gave him the courage he needed.

Before ringing the bell, Biff decided to get a better idea of what was going on.

Standing still and listening as hard as he could, he tried to hear what they were saying. But all he could hear was the deep rumble of a guy's voice and Sandy's musical laughter.

Biff began moving toward the window. Keeping in the shadows, he thought he might get a glimpse into the living room.

The end of the couch was in view. Biff took a few more sideways steps. Now he could see Sandy. She was sitting on the couch. He couldn't see her face; it was turned toward the side.

Then Biff noticed that there was a hand on Sandy's shoulder. Some guy had his arm around her.

Biff took another step. Now he could see that Sandy was kissing the guy. And be had a hand on one of her lovely tits.

Biff's heart sank. His worst fears were confirmed. He wanted to go home to his bedroom and crawl into bed and never get out. He was horny and jealous and miserable.

He actually tried to turn and leave. But he found that he was frozen in place. Watching the guy holding Sandy's tit wasn't nearly as exciting as holding it himself. But it was still pretty exciting.

Biff knew he shouldn't be peeking. But after peeking into his mother's bedroom, he knew the rewards to be had.

He told himself that he would just wait and see if Sandy let this guy get as far with her as she had let him get.

Looking around to see if anyone might see him there, Biff saw that he was pretty safe. But when he looked back into the window, he saw that the guy with Sandy had slipped his hand inside her blouse.

So what if she was letting this guy feel her naked tit, Biff said to himself? He had done that too – and much more.

Soon the guy had unfastened Sandy's blouse. Once again, Biff was staring at her huge tits. But this time he wasn't within reach – he wasn't even in the same room.

"Um-m-m-m-m." Sandy moaned when her friend lowered his head and began sucking her gorgeous tits.

Big deal, Biff thought. But actually, he was dying with jealous lust. He noticed, but didn't admit to himself, that the guy was a lot more skillful than Biff had been.

Sandy was holding onto the guy's head as he sucked her tits. Her head was thrown back, and her mouth hung open.

Biff knew that she had assumed the same pose with him, but he couldn't see it. It seemed that peeking had its advantages. Naturally, though Biff would have given anything to trade places with the guy who had Sandy's tits in his mouth and hands.

Before long, the guy lifted his head. Then he calmly unbuttoned Sandy's jeans. He and Sandy pulled the tight jeans down. Then the guy carefully slipped her underpants down.

They kissed again. Sandy's thighs spread. Biff had a good view of her cunt. He saw again the tender cunt lips. But the view lasted only a few seconds. It was obliterated by the guy's hand as he grabbed Sandy's naked cunt.

Biff sighed. He could remember so well his own hand on her pussy. He remembered exactly how her wiry hair had felt against his palm and how soft and wet the inside of her cunt had felt.

As her friend finger-fucked her, Sandy began unbuttoning his shirt with deft movements of her pretty fingers. When his shirt was opened, she began rubbing his chest with soft, slow movements.

"Let me take off your shirt," Sandy said to her boyfriend.

He took his hand from her pussy. Sandy slipped his shirt off. Then she began unfastening his pants.

Biff's eyes traveled from Sandy's cunt to her tits and back again. But he was also watching how skillfully she was undressing that guy and how calm he was about it.

Soon, Biff was staring at the guy's hard prick. And he saw how Sandy leaned over it.

"It's so nice and big," he heard Sandy say.

Biff knew that his own prick was bigger. But Sandy seemed to like the one she was hovering over.

She touched the guy's cock with her fingertips. Biff could almost feel her touch on his own prick, which was hard and throbbing in his pants.

Biff's eyes were bulging. He had never thought a girl would handle a guy's cock like that. When she had touched his prick through his pants, she had to press harder to really feel it. Then, when Biff had taken his pants off, Sandy was eager to get fucked. So he missed having his prick handled like that. But Biff knew that if he had taken his own pants off before Sandy had gotten so desperate, she would have held his prick just like she was holding this guy's.

After playing with the guy's cock for a while, including lifting his balls and squeezing them gently, Sandy lowered her head and licked the tip of the guy's prick.

That made Biff gasp. Would she have licked his prick, he wondered? And if she had, would Biff have lived through it, or would he have died from excitement?

But it soon turned out that a lick was not all that Sandy was going to give the prick. She lowered her head still more and made that stiff cock disappear. While she sucked it, she held the boy's balls in her hand.

Biff felt dizzy. Having a chick suck his prick seemed too much to hope for. But here was Sandy, sucking that boy's cock. And she was sucking it eagerly, as though she were getting needed nourishment from it.

Without noticing what he was doing, Biff had cupped one hand over the bulge in his crotch. As he squeezed his prickhead, he tried to imagine what it would feel like to have his cock in a chick's mouth.

Biff could see bow wonderful it must feel – the boy seemed to be in heaven as Sandy bobbed her head up and down on his cock. His head was lying back and rolling from side to side.

The boy's prick must be reaching deep into Sandy's throat, Biff realized. Her nose was touching his pubic hair. Biff thought Sandy was terrific, even if it wasn't his own prick in her mouth.

But Biff was in for even greater thrills.

Sandy lifted her head from the boy's prick eventually. Then she lay back with her legs spread, just as she had with Biff a few days before.

Sandy said something to the boy that Biff didn't hear. Biff was ready to see the guy fit his joint into Sandy's cunt. It occurred to him that this would be a good time to jerk off.

Biff began unzipping his fly. But he stopped when the boy on the couch did something unexpected.

Rather than lying on top of Sandy, the boy was lying between her legs. His face was over Sandy's cunt.

At first Biff was confused. What were they doing, he wondered? Then he guessed, but he couldn't believe it. He had heard of guys sucking a girl's cunt, but he had always thought that was just a joke. He didn't think people really did such things.

In a few seconds, though the boy was holding his face to Sandy's cunt and nodding his head. There could be no doubt that he was actually licking Sandy's pussy!

Biff's face burned, and his breath was coming in short gasps. Sandy was a wilder chick than he could have guessed.

It was so exciting to watch this perverted performance that Biff couldn't even have jerked off if he wanted. He couldn't do anything but stand there like a statue.

Now it was Sandy who looked like she was in heaven. Obviously she loved having her cunt licked. She was arching her back in pleasure. And Biff could see the expression on her face.

Biff wondered if he could ever lick a girl's cunt. He had never thought about it – he didn't think a girl would really want him to. It would be exciting, that was for sure!

As the guy ate Sandy's pussy, he reached up to her tits. He spread his fingers and covered her huge mounds of quivering tit-flesh. Sandy put her hands over the boy's and made him squeeze her tits hard.

Biff's heart was pounding. But it almost stopped when Sandy turned her head toward the window.

She didn't seem to see him, though. At least she gave no sign that she saw him.

Biff decided that it was dark enough out there to hide him from the girl's sight. The room was well lighted, and that would make it even more difficult for Sandy to see him out there in the shadows. Besides, if she could see him, she wouldn't just lie there with that boy licking her cunt, Biff figured.

"Uh-h-h-h-h," Sandy moaned loud enough for Biff to hear her clearly.

She was still facing the window. Her mouth was open and her face was a picture of pure bliss.

"Ah-h-h-h-h-h," she cried. "Get inside me!"

With his eyes bulging, Biff watched the boy scramble up from between Sandy's legs. He covered her body with his own as he kissed her.

Biff realized that Sandy must be able to taste her own cunt juice on the boy's mouth. Rut it certainly didn't matter to her, judging by the way she was kissing him.

Sandy reached down to her crotch. The boy lifted his ass slightly.

Biff knew that Sandy was bringing the guy's cock to her cunt.

"A-a-a-a-a," Sandy whimpered, as the boy's ass lowered.

The guy was inside her, Biff knew. The sound of Sandy's whimper had told him that.

The boy began lifting and dropping his hips. Sandy was lifting her hips to meet the boy's. Slowly, then faster, they moved their hips back and forth, up and down.

This was the mysterious thing called fucking that had obsessed Biff for so long! But he was only a spectator. He was out in the cold while that other boy was experiencing the greatest thrill a man could know.

But even the vicarious enjoyment Biff was having was more than he thought possible. His own body was reacting as though he were the one sliding his prick in and out of Sandy's cunt.

Sandy was no longer looking toward the window. Biff felt safe from being discovered. So he couldn't resist taking his prick from his jeans.

With his fist around his thick cock, Biff moved the skin up and down in rhythm with the fucking he was watching.

"Uh-h-h-h-h-h," Sandy was moaning louder and louder.

In a few minutes, the boy lifted his head, bending it up and back. And outside, Biff was shaking as his fist moved quickly back and forth on his cock.

All three kids came at the same time. Then, as Sandy and the boy were slowing to a stop in each other's arms, Biff was pushing his sticky prick into his pants and backing away from the window.

As he rode home, Biff felt sad. Would he always be the horny kid – the one never getting laid and the one jerking off outside people's windows?

He decided to do everything he could to get laid. He would even call Sandy again. After all, she had almost fucked him once. And now he knew what she was capable of. Maybe the boy who had been with her while he peeked was just one of the guys she fucked. Maybe he could be one of them too!

CHAPTER FIVE

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.

CHAPTER SIX

When Biff got home he was surprised. It was ironic that he had left Sandy's house so he wouldn't be there when her mother got home. He found Marge at his house. She was sitting in the kitchen with his mother.

He was still eager to avoid Marge. So as soon as he saw her through the back screen door, he went around to the front of the house and came quietly in the front door.

Biff made it to his room without the women in the kitchen knowing he was there. He lay down on his bed. Visions of Sandy immediately came into his head. He began to relive the fun he'd had with her. His prick was once again stiff and throbbing.

But it was no good. Biff could hear his mother and Sandy's mother giggling like schoolgirls in the kitchen.

Those sounds drove the image of Sandy from his head, leaving him slightly cranky. After all, didn't he have a right to a bit of privacy without the sounds of girlish giggles creeping into his room to disturb him?

So Biff picked up a comic book and tried to forget about girls and women for a while.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, June and Marge were having a good time. Since they had renewed their friendship recently, they were becoming closer than ever. Since they had pared years before, both of them had lost their husbands. So it was natural that they became better friends now.

In fact, that was what they were talking about when Biff sneaked into the front door.

"I like living alone," Marge was saying. "The freedom is wonderful."

"Yeah, but it is lonely," June said. "And sometimes I get very horny."

"Oh, it was lonely at first," Marge said. "And horniness was a problem for a while. But not any more!"

"No?" June asked. "Well, you're a beautiful woman. I suppose you get lots of dates."

"You bet I do," Marge said. "But not because I'm beautiful. You're as beautiful as I am."

"I'm not, but thanks for the compliment," June said.

"Do you want to know why I get a lot of dates?" Marge asked. "It's because of my reputation. I'm known as a hot chick. That's right – I'll fuck any guy who asks. Well, almost any guy."

June looked shocked. She had always known that Marge was a swinger that had been true even when she was married. In fact, June assumed that Marge's husband had left her for that very reason.

"You looked shocked," Marge said. "You were always rather straight-laced. But look where it's gotten you. You're lonely and horny. Sure, I'm easy. And I'm having a ball!"

"Well, we're different people," June said. "But I have dates too, you know. And I've had a few love affairs since Jack died."

"That's fine, honey," Marge said. "I really hope you're happy. For me, though, love affairs aren't enough. I need lots of men all the time. Sometimes I think I can't get enough. When I was married, I was horny all the time. That's why Biff left me, you know. He couldn't keep up with me."

June's eyelids raised.

"But now I get enough, or at least almost," Marge said. "Once I got gang banged. That was really wonderful! Oh, but I'm shocking you, aren't I?"

"No, no – not at all," June lied. "I believe everyone should do what they like."

But Marge knew that. June was shocked. She was practically trembling. At the same time, though, Marge could tell that June was fascinated. And Marge was enjoying herself. Making a proper lady like June tremble was fun.

"And men are not the only ones I'm interested in," Marge said.

There was a sharp crash as June dropped her coffee cup into the saucer. Coffee splashed onto the table. Then June jumped up, knocking the cup to the floor.

"Gee, if I knew you would react like that, I wouldn't have told you," Marge said with a giggle.

"Don't be silly," June said. "The cup merely slipped. Really, I'm not as innocent as you might think."

"Really?" Marge asked. "You mean you've made it with other chicks?"

Marge saw June's body heave. June was picking up the broken cup, but she was shaking so badly that her hands trembled.

Marge could read June like a book. She had known other women like June – women who were fascinated with lesbianism, but who had never let themselves experience it.

"No, I've never made it with another woman," June said, a hard edge coming into her voice. "That's not what I meant. I only mean that I believe…"

June stopped talking when she turned around and found Marge standing a foot away. Their tits were a few inches apart.

June could smell Marge's perfume. Her body was drawn to Marge's as though by magnetism.

But she quickly turned away and began rinsing the cups in the sink.

"Well, if you ever do want to try it, I'd love to be the one you try it with," Marge said softly.

Again, Marge saw June's body heave. And Marge knew what that meant. She had seduced enough women to know which were likely to succumb. June was one of those, Marge knew.

June ignored Marge's last comment. Rather, she offered Marge more coffee.

"No, thanks," Marge said. "Tell me, though. Haven't you ever felt an urge to feel another woman's tits? Or to kiss them?"

June's mouth fell open. But not with shock – with hunger. And Marge recognized that hunger. She had seen it often enough.

"When I first made love to a woman, I understood for the first time why men love tits so much," Marge said. "Really, women lose out if they never caress and kiss another woman's tits."

By this time, June was breathing deeply through her open mouth. She tried to pour herself another cup of coffee, but her hands were shaking so much, she gave up. Marge knew that June was ready.

Marge walked to where June was standing. For a moment, their eyes met, but June looked away quickly. She went to the table and sat down. But Marge kept after her. She walked to where June was sitting. She took her by the hand and pulled her to her feet.

Once again the women were standing tit to tit. June, unable to look Marge in the eye, was looking down at Marge's tits swelling in her blouse.

"Kiss me," Marge whispered. June looked up. But she was too scared to do anything. She was at Marge's mercy, though. June did have an unfulfilled need to make love with another woman. She had even fantasized about it. But her desire had always been kept tightly wrapped up.

Now Marge began leaning forward. Her tits touched June's. Her hands grabbed June's hips. They kissed.

June had never been kissed so gently and warmly. As their tits pressed together, June's fear began to turn to lust. In another second, her mouth opened, inviting Marge's tongue inside.

As they kissed, the kinky chicks wrapped their arms pound each other and squeezed. Their tits were flattened together between them now.

It had been a while since June had had sex. So she was doubly vulnerable to Marge's embrace. And when they ground their hips together, a current of pleasure shot to their clits.

"Let's go into your bedroom," Marge whispered to the trembling woman in her arms.

June didn't answer. But when Marge released her, June turned and led the way to her bedroom.

As soon as they were in June's room, both women began unbuttoning their blouses. Soon, both of them were displaying their tits to the other. And what a display it was!

June's tits were big, sagging only slightly. And they were bearing mightily as she breathed deeply, lustfully.

Marge's tits were bigger, but they sagged more. Still, they were beautiful. June's eyes widened; she was charged with passion.

Marge pulled down her pants. Her tits swung and hung heavily as she bent down. June took her pants off too. But she was still trembling, so it took her longer.

"God, you're beautiful," Marge gasped as she lay down on June's bed.

Marge lay on her side. She held out her hand to June, who still stood at the side of the bed.

As though on command, June slipped into Marge's embrace. Now their tits came together again, this time without their clothes in the way. They kissed.

June was almost paralyzed with lust. This was nothing like being in bed with a man. Marge's soft body was a new and wild treat.

But June was still scared. After ill, what would Marge expect of her? And would she be able to do it?

As they kissed with their tongues deep in each other's mouths, Marge ran one hand up and down June's back. Even the way Marge's fingers felt as they traveled up and down June's spine to the crack of her ass was different from the way a man touched her. Marge's touch was purely feminine, and therefore kinky and exciting.

Finally, Marge's fingers arranged themselves along the crevice of June's ass. Then they began sliding down toward her crotch.

Marge pulled one of June's legs over her hip. That way Marge could keep her fingers moving down the crack of June's ass until she met the rear corner of her cunt.

"O-o-o-o-o," June sighed with a quaver in her voice, as Marge's fingers arrived at her pussy's wet lips.

Marge's fingers pulled one side of June's cunt to the side, opening her cunt crack. June felt the cool air of the room enter her pussy.

But June's cunt wasn't left empty for long. Marge's fingers soon filled it. And once again June found how different a woman's touch could be.

No one, that is no man, had ever fingered June's pussy like Marge was doing now. Maybe it was because Marge had a cunt of her own and knew what felt best. Or maybe Marge was a genius at finger-fucking in any case, June was experiencing the best cunt massage of her life.

With her fingers still moving in the dripping envelope of June's pussy, Marge began sliding her body down. Her mouth left June's and traveled down her neck, kissing and licking all the way.

Soon, Marge's face was buried in June's tits. She licked June's nipples. Then she took them between her teeth, biting firmly but gently.

"Oh-h-h-h-h," June gasped as the assault on her body drove her wild with lust. "Marge, sweetheart! Oh-h-h-h!"

As Marge's teeth and tongue played with June's nipples, her fingers crept deeper into June's cunt. Marge's slender middle finger entered the flowing pussy.

June had noticed that Marge kept her fingernails clipped short. She thought that was strange for a stylish chick like Marge. But now, as Marge's finger explored the depths of her body, June understood. She began moving her body with an involuntary waving motion. Marge's body followed June's as she clung to her, fingering and sucking her.

June knew that she had been given a wonderful gift of joy. Lesbianism was a beautiful experience she had secretly dreamed about, like a tropical island paradise. And now she was there! As. June was thinking about the thrill Marge was giving her, Marge began moving down her body again.

June trembled again. Was Marge actually going to suck her cunt? June knew that would be wonderful. But she also knew that Marge would want her to reciprocate. The idea of sucking Marge's cunt in return thrilled June, but it also scared her.

Both women were lying on their sides. Now Marge pushed June down onto her back. June lay looking at Marge, who was propped up on an elbow. Marge was running a hand lightly over June's belly and pubic patch.

"You're so beautiful – so sweet," Marge was saying.

Then Marge lowered her face and kissed the tops of June's thigh. The kiss made June's cunt contract in a spasm of pleasure. Marge kissed her thigh again, even closer to her pussy. Then she nuzzled her nose in the blond curls that covered her mound.

Slowly, June spread her legs. Marge lifted her body and moved between June's legs. Now June's cunt was opened.

Looking down over her body, June saw Marge lower her face below her curl-covered mound. Then June felt the tender touch of Marge's tongue in the gaping lips of her pussy.

Marge looked up from the cunt she was licking. The women's eyes met. As they looked at each other, Marge began pressing her tongue into the folds of June's pussy.

"O-o-o-o!" June sighed. "No one has ever done that so beautifully!"

"It is my specialty," Marge said as she lifted her mouth from June's cunt. "I love sucking cunts!"

Then Marge lowered her mouth to June's spread cunt again and continued licking.

With Marge tonguing and sucking her cunt, June was beginning to feel the delicious stirring of an orgasm. Her hips began moving, making her cunt slide back and forth below Marge's tongue.

"Oh, Marge!" June cried. "I never… I never… never felt anything so… soooooooo… soooooo wonderful!"

Marge looked up at June's contorted face again.

"And I've never sucked a sweeter, juicier, pussy," Marge said as she continued lapping.

"I-I think I'm going to dome!" June whispered hoarsely.

Marge gripped June's thighs in her hands as June began bucking her hips. Her tongue continued moving along June's wiggling inner pussylips to her clit. And when Marge's tongue arrived at June's clit, she gave that it a tickle with her fluttering tongue.

"Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h!" June cried. "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h! Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!"

Now June's hips were pumping furiously. Waves of pleasure flowed through her body, bursting like bubbles of ecstasy in her head.

Marge was really throwing herself into her task of cunt-lapping. As June came, Marge not only kept her tongue moving along June's clit. She was also thrusting her tongue right into June's contracting pussy tunnel!

Marge knew how to keep a chick's climax raging for as long as possible. By listening to June's cries of pleasure and by feeling the bucks and twitches of her body, she judged the progress of June's raging orgasm.

"Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h, God!" Marge wailed.

"Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h!"

When June had been in the throes of orgasm for several minutes, Marge realized that she couldn't continue coming like that for much longer. So she finished off June's climax with a bang. Placing her tongue right on the writhing woman's clit, Marge fluttered her tongue as fast as she could.

"OH-H-H-H-H-H-H-H!" June cried.

June arched her back, lifting her ass right off the bed. Then she collapsed. Marge lifted her face from June's soaking crotch.

"That was heaven!" June said breathlessly. "Pure heaven! Oh, Marge, you're terrific!"

Merge crawled up to lie beside June. She leaned over the sweaty, trembling woman and gave her a kiss. As Marge kissed June, her big tits rested on June's tits.

June could taste her own cunt juice on Marge's mouth. It tasted good, and she kissed Marge deeply, drinking in that funky flavor.

June was still dazed and spent from the powerful orgasm Marge had given her. But she knew that she should pay Marge back. Still, the idea of licking a cunt seemed pretty kinky.

"Should I eat your cunt?" June asked Marge in a little girl's voice.

"Only if you want to," Marge said. "You don't have to, though."

For a few seconds, June thought it over. She was still reluctant to do something so perverted. But at the same time, licking a cunt held a powerful fascination for her.

"I want to," June said softly.

"Good," Marge said, "I'd like that!"

They kissed again. June could still taste her own cuntjuice on Marge's mouth and face. The flavor was nice, she thought.

Marge lay on her back. Now June began her travels down Marge's body.

June hadn't been so excited since she was a teenager trying sex with a man for the first time. There seemed to be something especially exciting about doing something for the first time.

June paused at Marge's tits. She kissed them, taking Marge's large nipples into her mouths one at a time. Then she pressed her face between Marge's enormous tits. Marge had been right when she told June how lovely it was to suck a pair of tits, June thought.

The more June sucked and kissed Marge's tits, the more she enjoyed it. She would lift one great mound of soft flesh and stuff her mouth full of it. While she sucked one tit, her hands massaged the other.

"That feels great!" Marge said. "Do you like sucking my tits?"

"Yes – oh, yes," June said, "I love it!"

June would have loved to suck Marge's tits all day. But she was eager to try sucking her cunt. So she began kissing her way down Marge's body.

Marge spread her legs as June got into cunt lapping position.

Before beginning, June ran her fingers over Marge's cunt. Marge's pubic hair was fleecy and shiny black. Her pussy mound was plump and soft.

The hot odor of Marge's pussy juice made June's mouth water. When she finally lowered her face to Marge's cunt, June was drunk with excitement.

When June felt Marge's cunt hairs touch her lips, she stuck out her tongue. Then, pressing her nose into Marge's hair, June inserted her tongue into Marge's pussy. Marge's legs spread wider. Her cunt opened. June felt the tender flesh of Marge's inner lips and tasted the strange, tangy flavor of boiling cunt juice.

"Ho-o-o-o," Marge sighed. "Urn-rn-rn-rn-rn, yeah!"

June liked having her face in Marge's cunt. She liked the flavor of Marge's pussy juice. And Marge's sounds of pleasure was music to her ears.

Putting her hands under Marge's raised thighs, June lapped her cunt. At first she probed Marge's cunt carefully, feeling the various folds of wet pussy flesh with the tip of her tongue. Then, pressing her face forward, June reached up Marge's cunt with her outstretched tongue.

"Oh-h-h-h-h-h," Marge moaned. "You really can suck a pussy! It feels so nice!"

Marge's encouragement made June's tongue even more active. June began covering the gaping cunt with eager licks. Her tongue wiped Marge's pussy from the rear corner to the top.

Marge reached down and placed her hands on June's nodding head. Then, by guiding June's head up and down, Marge controlled June's lapping tongue.

"Stick your tongue up my cunt!" Marge instructed as she pushed June's head down a bit.

June obeyed. She reached up Marge's cunt so far with her tongue that her teeth pressed into the tender flesh just inside Marge's cunt lips.

"O-o-o-oh yeah-h-h-h-h!" Marge sighed.

June wiggled her tongue around in the tight, drooling pussy hole.

"Now lick my clit," Marge said.

June lifted her head slightly. Feeling for the hard bud of Marge's clit with her tongue, June tried to obey. But it wasn't easy for a beginning cuntlapper to find a target like a hidden clit. So June lifted her head and saw where Marge's clit lay. Then she placed her tongue on it and began licking.

"M-m-m-m-m-m!" Marge hummed with pleasure.

By this time, June wondered why she hadn't tried cunt-lapping before. She had missed a lot by making it only with men, she realized.

Within five minutes, June had learned the basics of pussy-sucking. Marge no longer had to move June's head up and down to guide her. June was proving to be skillful as she licked, probed and sucked Marge's cunt.

June was reaching up Marge's tunnel with her tongue again when Marge told her to suck her clit again.

"Suck it right into your mouth," Marge said breathlessly.

She did. She found she could suck Marge's clit right between her teeth and tickle it with her tongue.

"Oh-h-h-h-h! I'm going to come!" Marge squealed. "E-e-e-e-e-e-e!"

Marge kept writhing and squealing for quite some time. And as long as she did, June kept sucking her clit.

Marge's body shook. But June kept her head between Marge's quaking thighs, her mouth wrapped around Marge's clit.

Then, when Marge's orgasm was over, the two women lay side by side again.

"Oh, my God," June sudden cried. "I forgot about Biff! He might come home any minute!"

"Yeah," Marge agreed. "We can't have him find us in bed together!"

Marge and June got up and dressed. Then Marge hurriedly left.

Of course, it was too late. When Biff heard his mother's moans of pleasure, he jumped off his bed and went to his bedroom door to listen. He didn't know if his mother was jerking off or whether she had somebody in bed with her.

June's bedroom door was closed. Biff went outside and checked on her window shade, but it was pulled all the way down. Although he was dying to find out what was going on, there didn't seem to be a way.

Then Biff decided he'd better leave the house. He knew that his mother hadn't seen him come in and that she assumed he wasn't home. If she found out he was home as she filled the house with the sounds of her lust, she would be awfully embarrassed.

But Biff was too curious to go far. So he took his bicycle into the garage and waited to see what would happen.

Naturally, when he saw Marge leave the house, he was amazed. There was nothing for him to think though, except that his mother and Marge had been in bed together.

CHAPTER SEVEN

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.

CHAPTER EIGHT

When Sandy drove Biff home, he tried to make another date with her. But she told him to call her in a few days.

Biff worried about what he'd told Sandy. If he spoiled his chances to fuck her again, he would never forgive himself.

But before Biff called Sandy, she called him.

"I've been thinking about what you said about my mother," Sandy said to Biff on the phone.

"Yeah, me too," Biff said. "You probably were right about there being a man here. Or maybe my mother was moaning in pain."

Just hearing Sandy's voice again was stiffening Biff's prick. He was eager to patch things up with her so he could fuck her again.

"I don't know," Sandy said. "My mother told me she is going out with your mother tonight. Then she asked me what I was doing tonight, as though she was making sure I wouldn't be around the house."

"Really?" Biff asked. "My mother did say she was going out. But she didn't say she was going with your mother."

"That seems suspicious, doesn't it?" Sandy asked.

"I don't know," Biff said.

"Well, I have an idea," Sandy said. "Why don't you meet me at the coffee shop at the corner at eight-thirty?"

Biff agreed to meet her there. He could guess what Sandy had in mind. And it did seem exciting. But he hoped most of all that they could keep on fucking. After all, Sandy had been the best thing that had ever happened to Biff and he didn't want to lose her.

At eight-thirty, Biff was in the coffee shop waiting for Sandy. It was the same place he had met her when they first got together again. Biff realized how his life had changed since that meeting. He'd been a horny kid then. And now he fancied himself an experienced man.

When Sandy came in, Biff was as excited as he always was when he saw her, even though they had no plans to fuck that evening.

"My mother practically threw me out of the house," Sandy said. "I told her I was going to the movies to see a double feature. I told her there were two movies I've been dying to see, so she won't worry about my coming home early."

"Is my mother there?" Biff asked.

"Not yet," Sandy said. "But my mother is expecting her any minute. And the way my mother is getting all dolled up, I have to admit that you might be right about them making it together."

"Maybe we should just forget about that," Biff said. "It's probably nothing. I never should have mentioned it."

"I'm glad you did," Sandy said. "I really don't care what my mother does. But I can't stop thinking about it. Once I know for sure, I don't think it'll matter. I just have to know, that's all."

"What do you plan to do?"

"I'm going to peek into my mother's room," Sandy said. "That is, if she goes into her room with your mother. They might go somewhere else."

"How are you going to peek?" Biff asked.

"Don't worry," Sandy said. "There is a way. I've peeked before. Remember I told you I peeked at someone fucking once, after you peeked in at me?"

"Oh yeah," Biff said softly. He didn't like being reminded that he'd been caught peeking at Sandy.

"You do want to come with me, don't you?" Sandy asked.

"Yeah, I guess so," Biff said.

He really did want to see his mother and Marge in bed together. In fact, he couldn't think of anything he'd rather see. But he was worried about what Sandy might do once she found out for sure that her mother and his were lovers. If it meant losing Sandy, he would rather not peek.

"Come on," Sandy said. "We'll walk around the block and see if your mother's car is at my house."

June's car was in front of Sandy's house. Biff began to get excited. Being able to see their mothers in bed together was thrilling.

Sandy led Biff into the back yard of her house. There were bushes under the windows that would hide them, and they could see into the windows without much trouble.

June and Marge were in the living room. They were sitting in separate chairs, sipping drinks. They were talking, but the kids couldn't hear what was being said.

"I don't think anything's going to happen," Biff whispered.

"We'll have to wait," Sandy said. "Even you and I don't start fucking as soon as we see each other."

"True," Biff admitted. But he was getting nervous about being caught. That would certainly get in the way of his fucking Sandy, not to mention what it would do to his and his mother's relationship.

"Look at how my mother is dressed," Sandy said. "She only dresses like that when she goes out on a date."

Biff had noticed Marge's low-cut dress. Her tits were practically spilling out of it.

"Maybe she is going on a date," fluff said. "Maybe they are going on a double date."

As much as Biff would have liked to see the two women making love, he would rather go to his house with Sandy and do their own lovemaking. But Sandy was determined.

The kids kept low in the bushes. Every few minutes, Sandy would peek into the window, then report to Biff what she had seen.

"They're still sitting there," she would say. Once, though, Sandy remained peeking longer than before. And when she knelt down beside Biff again, she seemed, stunned.

Biff's heart began to race. He could tell that Sandy had seen something interesting.

"Take a look," she finally whispered hoarsely. Biff was so excited, his legs would hardly lift him. But when he looked into the room it was empty.

"They're gone," he said to Sandy. "Come on!" Sandy said as she grabbed Biff's hand and pulled him along after her.

She led him to the back door of the house. When he saw where she was taking him, Biff put on the brakes.

"Come on!" Sandy repeated.

"I'm not going in," Biff said. "They'll catch us!"

"No they won't," Sandy whispered stubbornly.

"Just keep quiet."

But Biff still refused to move.

"They were kissing, Biff!" Sandy told him. "And my mother was feeling your mother's twat."

That loosened up Biff's refusal to enter the house. He had to see his mother in action!

Sandy tiptoed into the house, Biff followed. She led him into her bedroom. Biff didn't understand how they were going to peek at Marge and his mother.

But when Sandy opened the door to her closet, Biff saw that Sandy had set a chair in there. Looking up, above the chair, he saw light pouring into the closet from a vent near the ceiling.

Moving slowly and quietly, Sandy stepped up onto the chair. She looked into the vent. The light from Marge's room came through the vent and made a pattern of lines across Sandy's face.

When Biff saw Sandy lift her hand to her mouth in astonishment, he stepped up onto the chair beside Sandy.

There wasn't much room on the chair or at the vent. The two peeking kids had to hold on to each other so they wouldn't fall off the chair. They pressed their heads together so they could both see through the vent.

The sight that met Biff's eyes made him gasp.

His mother and Marge were lying on Marge's bed. They were both still dressed, but June's blouse was unbuttoned, her tits were exposed, and Marge was kissing them.

The kids looked at each other for a split second in amazement before turning their gaze to the perversion again.

As Marge kissed and sucked June's tits, she was tugging June's skirt up. The peeping kids saw the pink material of June's underpants shine as the skirt was lifted. Then they saw Marge slip her hand into June's panties and caress her cunt.

Again the kids looked at each other in wide-eyed amazement. When they looked back through the vent, the women were kissing each other deeply.

"Let's get undressed," Marge said.

The women stood up one on either side of the bed, and began taking off their clothes.

When Marge pulled her sexy dress up over her head, she was left standing in an outfit that Biff had only seen in magazines. Marge was wearing a funny bra that fit under her tits – it left her big round nipples exposed. And rather than pantyhose, she had on a garter belt holding up old-fashioned stockings. Beneath the garter belt was the tiniest pair of panties Biff had ever seen. And they were so sheer he could see her dark pubic triangle right through it.

Biff was amazed. And, needless to say, wild with lust.

Biff looked at his mother. She was pulling down her underpants. Biff had peeked through her bedroom window only a few weeks before, but he hadn't remembered how beautiful she was naked. June's tits hung down when she bent over. But when she stood up they were quite firm – not as firm as Sandy's, though.

Marge took off her weird bra. Now Biff could see why she wore it. Without that bra, her tits sagged a lot. But they were so big they couldn't help but sag, he could see.

"I forgot how gorgeous your body is," Marge said to June.

"Oh, I'd love to have tits as big as yours," June said.

"Do you like them?" Marge said, as she lifted her gigantic tits in her hands. "Then kiss them."

The women crawled onto the bed, embraced and kissed. Then June began kissing and sucking Marge's huge tits.

It was quite a shock for a young boy to see his mother kissing another woman's tits. But it was a wildly exciting shock. Biff wouldn't have missed it for the world.

June was holding one of Marge's tits in both her hands while she sucked its big, pink nipple.

Biff had his arm around Sandy so she wouldn't fall. He felt her body tremble. When he looked over at her face he saw that she looked shocked and scared. Biff worried that Sandy wouldn't want to continue watching. If she didn't, could he go on peeking alone? It didn't seem that he could. But the young girl kept watching, even though she didn't seem to be getting the same perverted kick that Biff was from the scene.

Biff remembered how he had seen Marge jerking off when he was a small kid. He hadn't been able to appreciate that at the time. But he sure was enjoying this.

His mother was giving Marge's tits a real workout. It was obvious that she was enjoying herself immensely.

The kids could hear June's mouth sucking and kissing Marge's tits. It was almost as though they were right there in the bedroom with the two women.

As she sucked Marge's tits, June reached down to Marge's pussy and wrapped her hand around the curl-covered cunt mound.

The kids' view was from the foot of the bed, so they could see everything in great detail. They could even see June's middle finger disappear as it curled into Marge's cunt.

"Oh-h-h-h!" Sandy sighed quietly.

Biff looked at her again. Now her face showed pleasure. So she was enjoying this show, Biff thought. He hoped she wouldn't make too much noise, though. Getting caught was too horrible to even think about.

June was finger-fucking Marge deeply and eagerly. She was still sucking Marge's tits, too.

Then Marge began sucking June's tits. June's finger was still in Marge's cunt. And Marge reached for June's cunt. Soon, they each had a finger up the other's pussy.

Sandy shook again. Then she began moving about until Biff was afraid she would fall off the chair. When he looked over at her again, he was flabbergasted. She was cramming a hand down her own pants!

Biff looked from Sandy to the women in the other room and back to Sandy. He didn't know which was more exciting. Sandy was playing with herself as she watched! And she didn't seem to mind that Biff was right beside her.

When Biff looked again into Marge's room, he saw Marge take her finger from his mother's cunt. She put the finger into her mouth, sucking June's pussy juice from it. Then she put it back into June's pussy.

These two women were too much, Biff thought, especially his mother, whom he had never dreamed would do such things.

Now Marge was sucking June's tits. And they still fingered each other's cunts.

"Uh-h-h-h-h," Sandy sighed, as she played with her pussy.

Biff looked at her with his teeth bared – a sign for her to be quiet. She nodded at him, agreeing to be quiet. Biff looked down and saw the front of her jeans squirming as her hand inside rubbed her cunt.

The front of Biff's jeans were moving too, but his hand wasn't inside them. His prick was throbbing violently.

Biff wanted to take his prick out and jerk off. But even though Sandy was jerking off beside him, he felt inhibited.

So Biff stood there, going wild, watching his mother and Sandy's mother making perverted love to each other while Sandy stood next to him jerking off.

Meanwhile, in Marge's room, Marge began to sink down June's body. Biff knew she was going to eat his mother's cunt.

Rather than climb between June's legs, though, Marge spun herself around on her ass. Now her head was near June's cunt while her own cunt was near June's face.

June spread her legs and Marge stuck her head between them. Marge's enormous tits spread over June's stomach as Marge lapped June's cunt.

Now Biff thought he'd better pull out his prick. If he didn't, he was going to come right in his pants. Sandy was working at her pussy with more enthusiasm than ever. Still, Biff felt embarrassed.

The women were lying on their sides. Marge's head was bobbing up and down between June's thighs. June was looking at Marge's cunt and running her fingers along the lips.

Finally, June leaned, her head forward. Her tits pressed against Marge's belly. Her face vanished and Biff knew she was licking Marge's cunt.

That was the last straw. If his mother could suck Marge's cunt, and if Sandy could stand right beside him and jerk off, he could jerk off too!

As he struggled to unzip his fly and get his monstrous cock out, he had to be careful not to fall off the chair. It wasn't easy.

In the corner of his eye, Biff saw Sandy glance down quickly to see what he was doing. That almost made him lose his nerve. Rut then he saw Sandy look up at him and smile. That smile dispelled his embarrassment, and he grabbed his prick.

Weird sounds began coming through the vent. They weren't like any moans of passion that Biff had ever beard before. Then he realized that their mothers moans were being muffled by the cunts in the women's faces.

The women clutched at each other as their heads continued bobbing at each other's pussies. The muffled moans became louder, more frantic.

Biff was pumping his prick now. He and Sandy were wobbling on the chair.

As Marge and June kept sucking each other's cunts, the bed began bouncing with their rocking and writhing. Marge gripped June's asscheeks tightly in her hands as she ate her pussy. June's hands were behind Marge's knees, pulling Marge's legs apart.

"Uh-h-h," Biff panted suddenly as jism began shooting from his prick.

"Sh-h-h-h!" Sandy hissed.

But there wasn't much danger of the women hearing a few grunts or moans from the vent. They were making too much noise themselves.

Biff wasn't the only one coming. Judging by the sounds coming from the kids' mothers, they were coming too. And Sandy was making strange noises in her throat. Biff guessed that she was struggling to keep her cries of passion quiet as she rubbed herself off.

Finally, the women on the bed were still. Then they took their faces from each other's crotches and lay side by side.

"I love the way you stick your tongue way up my cunt," Marge was saying.

The mothers complimented each other on their cunt-lapping technique for a while. Then they lay still.

Now the kids had to be very quiet too. They had gotten this far without being caught. If they could only slip out of the house it would be perfect.

Biff shoved his prick back into his pants. Sandy pulled her hand from her cunt.

Sandy motioned for Biff to step down from the chair. He took one last look at the gorgeous naked chicks in the next room. Then he carefully got down.

Sandy stepped down next. Then they slowly and silently crept out of the house. Once outside, they began to run. It wasn't easy to move slowly when you wanted to get away.

The kids stopped running at the corner and began walking slowly.

"God, I never thought my mother would do something like that," Sandy said. "It's so weird!"

"Yeah," Biff agreed. "I never thought my mother would do it either. But then I never thought I would like to eat a cunt, but I ate yours."

"Yeah. And before I went away to college, I would never have dreamed of sucking a cock," Sandy said. "But all the other girls did, so I tried it. And I love it."

Biff and Sandy got into Sandy's car and drove to Biff's house. They knew that June wouldn't be home for a while. And they wanted to try some of the things they had once thought they would never do.

CHAPTER NINE

Biff and Sandy began seeing more and more of each other. They were practically inseparable. So were their mothers.

The kids didn't peek at their mothers making it any more. They were too busy doing it themselves. But they didn't forget what they had seen the time they looked into Marge's room. Sometimes they would talk about it, remembering each kinky thing the women had done.

One day, while Biff was home alone, Marge showed up.

"Hi, is your mother here?" she asked.

Biff told her that he was alone – his mother had gone shopping. He didn't expect her back until dinner time. It was early afternoon yet.

Marge made small talk until Biff had to invite her in. He was shy around Marge. After peeking at her and his mother, it was difficult for him to relax with her. Besides, he was fucking her daughter and he didn't want to have to answer any questions about that.

"Can I have something to drink?" Marge asked him. "It's so hot out!"

Biff offered her a glass of beer. As Marge sat sipping the beer, she began asking how he and Sandy were getting along.

"We should get together for dinner again. All four of us, like last time," Marge said.

Biff had been uncomfortable the last time they all had dinner together. He would rather not have to go through it again. But he told Marge that it would be nice.

Biff thought Marge was looking at him strangely. He hoped she wasn't going to do anything to embarrass him. But he hoped in vain.

"I wonder if you remember a funny thing that happened a long time ago," she said. "You were just a little squirt at the time."

She wasn't going to talk about the time Biff had found her jerking off, Biff hoped.

"You wandered into our house and found me in a most compromising situation," Marge said. "Don't you remember?"

Biff couldn't believe his ears. Why did Marge want to remind him of that? He would think she would rather it be forgotten.

"I think you do remember," Marge said with a giggle. "Gee, I was horny in those days. I used to play with myself all the time!"

Biff was getting very nervous. But at the same time, he was getting turned on. After all, it was exciting to have this older woman talk to him like this.

"But I'm not horny any longer," Marge said. "And do you know why?"

"No!" Biff said.

Was she going to tell him that she was a lesbian, he wondered? Would she admit that she had made love to his own mother?

"Because I go after what I want," Marge said. "And I want you!"

Biff stared in disbelief at the woman. What was she telling him? Could she be inviting him to fuck her?

"But… but I thought you…" Biff held his tongue.

"You thought what?" Marge asked.

Biff had almost said he thought she was a lesbian. But he wasn't supposed to know that. He had been so shocked at Marge's advances that he almost made a serious slip.

Marge had gotten up and was coming toward Biff. He sank back into the couch. Still it wasn't a completely negative experience. Watching Marge's huge tits come nearer would excite any guy.

"I know you and Sandy are sweethearts," Marge said as she sat down on the couch beside Biff. "That's all right. Sandy and I have shared boys before."

Biff couldn't believe it. But, on second thought, anything could happen with chicks like Marge and Sandy.

Marge touched Biff's cheek. He looked down at her tits, which were overflowing the top of her low cut dress. This was his chance to really examine her prize-winning tits, Biff realized.

"We won't tell anyone about this," Marge was saying in a soft voice. "It can be our secret. Secrets are fun – don't you think?"

Biff couldn't have refused now if he wanted to. Besides, he didn't want to. He remembered how Marge had looked when he and Sandy peeked into her room. Her body was amazing. And she was a woman of considerable talent.

But Biff didn't have to say yes. Marge was already pressing her face to his. She kissed him.

Marge had kissed Biff before. But those were only friendly kisses. This kiss was different. Her tongue shot into his mouth right away. It reached almost down his throat!

Marge obviously meant business. So Biff grabbed one of her tits.

Holding her tit, Biff was transported to heaven. Her tit felt even larger than it looked.

"M-m-m-m-m," Marge moaned. "You do like nit, don't you?"

"Yes," Biff gasped. "Very much!"

He dropped his head to Marge's chest. He began kissing the exposed tops of Marge's tits.

"Let me get this dress off," Marge said. "Then you can really kiss my tits like you want to!"

Marge stood. She pulled off her dress. Her fabulous tits hung from her chest in front of Biff's bulging eyes.

"Do you like them?" Marge asked, as she massaged her tits.

Seen close like this, Marge's tits were bigger and more beautiful than they had looked when Biff and Sandy had peeked into her bedroom.

"They're beautiful," Biff gasped.

"Then suck them!" Marge commanded.

She straddled Biff's lap; her tits were thrust into his face.

Biff put one hand on each tit. They were heavy and fairly firm. Most of all, they were soft and creamy smooth.

Biff looked closely at the marvelous tits. Her nipples were huge, and they weren't perfectly round. They were oval. Probably because of the way her tits sagged, Biff thought.

After examining Marge's tits with his eyes, Biff tasted them. He took one of her big nipples into his mouth and sucked. His nose and chin were buried in tit-flesh.

"Yeah-h-h-h," Marge sighed. "Yeah-h-h-h, suck me! Oh-h-h-h."

Biff sucked each tit. And as he did, his hands explored Marge's naked thighs and slipped into the back of her panties to feel her ass. His prick was throbbing in his jeans right under where Marge's cunt pressed against him.

The difference between Marge's body and her daughter's was amazing. Sandy's tits were nothing like these, Biff thought as he played with them.

After Biff had sucked Marge's tits for quite a while, she got off his lap. Standing in front of him, Marge kicked off her shoes, then lowered her underpants. She brushed her fingers over her pubic hair a few times as Biff stared at her.

"Do you think my body is as beautiful as Sandy's?" Marge asked.

"Oh, yes, yes!" he said.

Biff realized that he'd just admitted being familiar with Sandy's body. But that wouldn't matter to a lusty mother like Marge.

"Take your clothes off," Marge said.

Biff obeyed. Soon he was as naked as Marge. His cock stood from his lap, twitching rhythmically.

"What a beautiful, big prick!" Marge said as she sank to her knees.

She leaned over Biff's lap, her tits completely covering his thighs. Taking his standing prick into her hand, Marge caressed and stroked it. Now his cock really began to jerk. Its head was gorged with blood, making it purple.

Biff shivered as he watched Marge playing with his prick. He loved the way her tits felt as they lay on his thighs, too.

"Such a pretty cock!" Marge said as she lowered her face to it.

Biff felt her soft tongue pass over the head of his prick. Then it was plunged into the wet and hot grip of her mouth.

"Huh-h-h!" he gasped with the joy that suddenly filled him.

Marge's head rose and fell over his lap as she slid his prick in and out of her mouth. Biff ran his hands over the smooth skin of Marge's shoulders and back as she sucked him. Then he buried his fingers into her tits which were still draped over his thighs.

Biff was wiggling with excitement. But Marge wasn't sucking him in a way that would make him come. She knew how to raise him to the heights of desperate lust and keep him there.

Marge took her mouth from Biff's cock. Then she lifted his thighs, pushing him back into the couch. His balls were raised, and Marge began nibbling at them. Finally she opened her mouth and took Biff's big balls into it.

Biff was under Marge's spell. With his balls lying in her mouth, he felt as though he were under her power.

When Marge let his balls fall from her mouth, she sucked his cock a bit longer. Then she climbed up on the couch beside Biff.

They caressed and kissed again. Biff filled his hand with Marge's massive tit. After having his cock and balls bathed in her mouth, kissing her was more exciting than ever.

Marge disentangled herself from Biff's embrace. Then she lay back on the couch with her head resting on the couch's arm. She lifted one leg to the top of the couch's back. Her other leg was draped onto the floor.

Biff found himself staring into the spread lips of Marge's pussy. He could see the inner lips of her cunt between her plump, hairy pussy mound.

Below her cunt, her full asscheeks lay. Marge's eyes were half closed. She reached to her chest and rested her hands on her tits and began to massage them. Although she hadn't said a word, it was obvious that she was inviting Biff to eat her cunt. He was ready, even eager, to oblige.

Crawling between her wide-spread legs, Biff made himself comfortable.

"Oh-h-h-h, Biff!" Marge cooed. "Good boy!" Marge was looking down at the boy between her legs, smiling slightly. Biff was kissing the inside of Marge's thigh as he neared her cunt. He kissed and licked each thigh. Finally, he felt her pubic hair touching his face.

Biff stuck out his tongue. Combing it through the curly hairs of Marge's cunt, he found her pussy hole.

"O-o-o-o-o," Marge squeaked when she felt Biff's tongue enter her cunt.

As the briny flavor of her pussy filled his mouth, fluff closed his eyes and began lapping eagerly.

"Ah-h-h-h-h-h," Marge moaned. "Oh, good boy!"

Biff had become an ardent cuntlapper since eating Sandy's cunt, so he thoroughly threw himself into the task of giving Marge's cunt a good licking.

His tongue covered Marge's pussy from corner to corner. Then it probed into her. Then it fluttered over her clit. Then he would start the cycle all over again.

In no time, Marge was writhing desperately. She was still clutching her tits, but now she was lifting one to her face. Biff looked up just in time to see her suck her own nipple into her mouth. That was a new trick, he thought. And an exciting one to witness.

"Oh-h-h-h-h-h," Marge moaned, her tit in her mouth.

Suddenly Marge's body heaved. Biff's muzzle slipped from her cunt. Marge's tit escaped from her mouth and wobbled crazily on her chest.

"Ah-h-h-h-h," she screamed. "Oh my God! I'm coming!"

Biff had never seen such an explosive orgasm. He was stunned.

"Suck me!" Marge hollered. "Don't stop!"

Biff dove into Marge's crotch once more. He had to hold onto her quivering thighs because she was still heaving and bucking.

"E-E-E-E-E-E!" Marge wailed in mindless ecstasy.

Every time Biff touched Marge's clit with the tip of his tongue, her ass lifted from the couch and she screamed. But Biff kept after her swollen clit with his wagging tongue.

"OK, OK," Marge gasped. "That's enough. Stop!"

Biff lifted his wet face from Marge's soggy cunt. Marge looked as though she'd been run over by a truck. Her hair stuck to her face with sweat. Her enormous tits rose and fell with her deep breaths.

"Biff, where did you learn to eat a cunt like that?" Marge asked. "Never mind. Don't answer that. I can imagine!"

Biff smiled as he mounted Marge. After sucking her pussy, he was dying to sink his prick into it.

He rested his chest on her mammoth tits and stuck his cock into her cunt.

Marge's cunt was just as tight and hot as her daughter's. As Biff's cock slipped into her steaming cunt, he pressed his mouth over Marge's. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, tasting the juice of her cunt there.

Biff knew how to pace himself while fucking. He no longer began jerking madly until he came. Sandy had taught him how to get the most pleasure from fucking, and now Marge was getting the benefits.

"Biff, listen," Marge said suddenly. "I want you to do something special for me. Will you do it?"

What could she want from him while he was fucking her, he wondered? But he was eager to do anything that this lusty woman wanted.

"What?" he asked as he slowed his prick-thrusts into her pussy.

"Take your prick out of me," Marge said softly.

Biff obeyed. He hated to pull his prick from the tender cunt it was throbbing in. But he did.

Kneeling between Marge's legs, he waited to see what would happen next.

Marge lifted her knees to her tits. Then she reached down and grabbed the cheeks of her ass, spreading them. Biff saw the woman's puckered asshole below her cunt.

Biff's ears began to burn, as he blushed. His heart pounded. He suddenly knew what Marge wanted. At least he thought he knew, but it was almost too weird to believe.

"Fuck me in the ass!" Marge hissed. "Please, Biff! Try it – you'll see how nice it feels!"

Biff had guessed right. He looked at Marge's asshole. It did seem like an exciting place to stick his cock. He was willing to try it.

So Biff brought his prick to her tight asshole. Cunt juice was seeping from her pussy and covered her asshole. More cunt juice was coating Biff's prick. With that lubrication, he was able to push his cock into the small ring of Marge's asshole.

"O-o-o-o-o-o," Marge moaned as Biff's prick slowly disappeared up her ass.

Biff watched his cock slide into Marge's asshole. It was quite a sight. And it felt terrific, too!

Biff let his cock lie still in Marge's ass while he enjoyed its tight grip. Then he began sliding it in and out.

"Oh-h-h-h-h!" Marge wailed.

Biff was glad Marge had suggested this perversion. Fucking Marge's ass was the most exciting thing he had done so far. Not only did it feel wonderfully tight and tingly, but watching his prick pistoning in her ass while her empty cunt stared up at him drove Biff into a frenzy.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah," he grunted as he pumped his cock in and out of Marge's ass.

With her asshole filled with hard cock, Marge writhed in ecstasy. But having her ass fucked wasn't enough for her. She grabbed one tit and squeezed it. With her other hand, she reached for her cunt.

While he fucked her up the ass, Biff saw Marge lay her hand over her pubic patch. Her middle finger fell onto her clit and began moving in a circular motion. Faster and faster she rubbed her clit as Biff's prick pumped faster and faster in her ass.

"E-e-e-e-e-e," Marge began moaning in orgasmic joy.

Biff felt her asshole contracting on his sliding prick as she came.

"I'm coming too!" Biff gasped as his prick began filling Marge's ass with jism.

Coming in Marge's ass was different from anything Biff had experienced before – different and better!

When he had stopped coming, and when Marge had stopped her writhing, Biff collapsed onto her.

"Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h," Biff sighed blissfully.

"What a good boy," Marge cooed. "That was the best fucking I've done in years."

"Even better than with my mother?" Biff asked.

That took Marge by surprise. But she kept calm, much to Biff's relief. He just had to tell Marge that he was wise to her lesbian affair with his mother. And he was glad she didn't get excited about it.

"So, you know about that," she said. "Your mother didn't tell you, I'm sure."

Biff told Marge about how he had come home and heard his mother moaning in ecstasy before he saw Marge leave the house. He didn't tell her about he and Sandy peeking into her bedroom, though.

"Well, when you've been fucking for as many years as I have, you need a change – you know?" Marge said.

Biff said he understood. Talking about this with Marge was getting Biff in the mood for another fuck.

CHAPTER TEN

Biff had been holding on to Marge's tit as they talked. Now he tightened his grip.

"Urn-rn-rn-rn-rn," Marge hummed as his fingers sank into her huge tit.

They kissed. Biff's hard-on pressed into the soft skin of Marge's hip. He was on his way.

But there was a detour on the way to his next fuck. The doorbell rang.

"Shit!" Biff said. "Who could that be?"

"Maybe they'll go away," Marge whispered. The doorbell rang again. Then Sandy's voice called Biff's name.

Marge froze at the sound of her daughter's voice. So did Biff. Although it would be awfully embarrassing for Marge to be caught like this by Sandy, Biff stood the risk of losing his girlfriend.

"Biff? Are you home?" Sandy called again.

The two naked fuckers on the couch held onto each other in silence. They could be quiet, but they couldn't become invisible. So when the front door opened and Sandy walked into the room, the jig was up.

Sandy stood staring at her mother and Biff, unable to speak.

"Now don't get upset," Marge said. "It's no big deal."

"Mother!" Sandy gasped. "Every time I get a guy, you have to horn in on me!"

Marge had said that she and Sandy had shared men before, Biff remembered. But he had assumed it had been with Sandy's consent.

"I came here looking for June," Marge said.

"But she wasn't home, and when I saw Biff. You know how hard it is for me to control my desires."

"I know, I know!" Sandy said. "But why do you have to fuck my boyfriends?"

"I'm sorry, dear," Marge said. "Can't you forgive us?"

Biff was glad to be left out of the conversation. And it looked like things might turn out all right, after all. At least Sandy hadn't run out of the house.

"Come on," Marge said. "Here's your boyfriend. Come an. Take your clothes off and fuck him!"

This Biff hadn't expected. Even for this mother and daughter, things were getting pretty weird. Biff felt like a piece of meat they were arguing about.

"I intend to," Sandy said, accepting her mother's offer of Biff's body.

Sandy walked over to the couch and began to undress. But Marge didn't show any intentions of leaving.

"Look at this nice fat prick," Marge said to her daughter as she lifted Biff's cock. "How could I resist?"

Sandy had pulled off her jersey already. As she lowered her jeans, Biff had the chance to compare her body to her mother's. They were different, but Biff couldn't say which he preferred. Sandy's firm tits were wonderful, but there was a lot to say for Marge's huge, droopy ones too.

There wasn't any more room on the couch with Marge still lying there. So Sandy climbed right aboard Biff's body. Lying on top of him, Sandy gave him a wet, deep kiss.

"You don't mind if my mother hangs around, do you?" Sandy asked. "The old girl loves to hang around when I'm fucking."

"Sandy, don't refer to me as the old girl, please," Marge said.

Sandy was kissing Biff again, so she didn't answer her mother.

Biff was getting used to the idea of being with these two chicks. In fact, it was wonderfully kinky. As he kissed Sandy, Marge's tits were resting against his side.

Sandy began sliding down Biff's body. Her tits were dragging down his stomach, then over his thighs as she curled up between his legs and began sucking his prick.

As soon as Sandy had moved down his body, Marge began kissing him just as Sandy had a second before. It was strange to kiss Marge while her daughter was sucking his prick – strange but wildly kinky!

Sandy didn't seem to mind that her mother was sticking her tongue into Biff's mouth while she sucked his prick. So Biff tried to relax and enjoy himself.

Once again, Biff was thrilling to the sensation of being buried under Marge's enormous tits. But this time, he had the added thrill of Sandy sucking his cock. He put one hand on Sandy's head as she sucked him. He put his other hand on Marge's head as he kissed her. It was as though Biff had to make sure that he was really making it with both of these chicks rather than dreaming.

Even while kissing Marge, Biff was appreciating Sandy's cocksucking skill. She could suck a cock as well as her mother, he realized.

Marge soon followed her daughter down Biff's body. The boy watched as Marge moved beside Sandy. She slipped a hand into Biff's crotch under Sandy's chin. Her fingers crept to his balls and began playing with them.

Then Sandy took her mouth from Biff's prick. She brushed her hair from her face, but before she could resume sucking him, Marge had taken over.

Sandy looked up at Biff with a smile as she pointed at her mother. Marge looked up too. Her eyes told the story – she just couldn't help herself where pricks were concerned.

"Well, since she stole your cock, how about eating me?" Sandy asked.

"Yummm," Biff said and licked his lips.

Sandy crawled up Biff's body. She straddled his head and lowered her pussy to his face.

Biff watched her cunt descend. He stuck out his tongue. It slipped right into Sandy's spread pussy.

"Oh-h-h-h-h," Sandy moaned.

Biff could look up and see Sandy's tits swinging on her chest as she moved her hips over his outstretched tongue. He couldn't see Marge now, but he could feel the lovely things she was doing with her mouth on his cock. And her tits were once again spread over his legs.

With his face under Sandy's drooling cunt, her cunt juice was running down Biff's throat and down his cheeks. Its slippery warmth felt nice on his face.

Suddenly Biff's prick was released by Marge's mouth. Then he felt her mounting him. He could picture himself lying under the two chicks who straddled him.

"Hey, what's the big idea?" Sandy said to her mother as she turned to look behind her. "You already fucked him. By the time I get a chance, he'll be all fucked out."

"Nonsense!" Marge said, as she pulled Biff's cock into her pussy. "A kid like Biff could fuck all day. Couldn't you, Biff?"

"Well…" Biff began.

"No one can fuck all day," Sandy protested. "Not even Biff."

"OK, honey," Marge said. "You can fuck him. I just wanted to feel his nice, big cock in me once more."

Marge reluctantly got off Biff's prick. Sandy scrambled to take her mother's place. Marge climbed onto Biff's face.

In a few seconds, the women had changed places. Sandy was riding Biff's cock; Marge was riding his tongue. If Biff's head hadn't been spinning so, he might have felt like a ride at an amusement park. As it was, the mixture of lust and amazement kept him from thinking at all.

"You've taught him to eat cunt like a champ," Marge said to her daughter.

"Yeah-h-h-h," Sandy said. "Isn't he great?"

Biff grabbed Marge's ass as he licked her pussy. Above him, her heavy tits swung.

Sandy was giving Biff's prick a good ride. She was rocking back and forth rather than moving up and down, so Biff's prick could remain hard without ever coming. It felt great.

When Sandy did start moving up and down, driving his prick in and out of her flowing pussy, Biff began moaning with pleasure into the cunt he was sucking.

"O-o-o-o-o-o!" Marge wailed. "It feels so good when you moan into my pussy!"

Sandy was lifting her hips until Biff's prickhead was at the portal of her cunt. Then she lowered herself, taking Biff's cock deep into her body. It wasn't long before she and Biff were coming.

Biff's tongue and moans excited Marge to the point of orgasm, too. The three of them were in the throes of orgasm together. Their cries and moans rose to a fevered pitch. The couch began to slide around on the floor with all the activity on it.

As he came, Biff couldn't keep his tongue wagging in Marge's cunt. So Marge had to rub her spread pussy up and down Biff's face.

Slowly, the three of them began to calm down. Marge and Sandy remained sitting on Biff. But now they were still. They panted in exhaustion. Marge moved back from Biff's face and sat on his chest so he could breathe.

Now Biff could look up and see Marge's face. And as he looked up, he saw that Marge was staring at something with a surprised expression.

Even before Biff followed Marge's gaze, he knew what to expect. Sure enough. His mother was standing in the middle of the room. They hadn't even heard her come into the house.

"Hi, June," Marge said, as though they were all dressed and sipping tea rather than at this orgy.

"My God!" June said.

"Come on, don't be a stick in the mud," Marge said. "Come join us. Biff knows about our affair anyhow."

Nothing could surprise Biff any longer. But if his mother did join them, that would really be something.

"How long has this been going on?" June asked.

"I came over to see you," Marge explained. "When you weren't here, I seduced Biff. But what's the difference? Come on. Take off your clothes!"

June didn't undress, but she didn't leave, either. She merely stood staring at the three naked people on the couch.

Finally, Marge climbed off Biff's chest. She went to where June stood and embraced her.

June was looking at Biff. He realized that he should say something. After all, he knew how his mother must feel. He knew how he would have felt if she had found him peeking at her and Marge.

"Come on, Mom," he said. "It'll be fun!"

Suddenly, his mother seemed like just another woman to Biff. He knew how beautiful she was and how kinky!

Marge kissed June on the mouth. Then she cupped one of her tits in her hand. June let Marge handle her. Then, gradually, June warmed up. She hugged Marge and kissed back. Her hand rose to capture one of Marge's huge tits.

Biff and Sandy smiled at each other. When they had peeked into Marge's room, they never dreamed that they would soon be in the same room with their mothers making love.

As the kids watched, June was changed from a shocked mother to a lusty sexpot.

By this time, Marge had June's blouse unbuttoned and was caressing her naked tits. Then Marge walked June to the couch and sat her down between Biff and Sandy.

Sandy began helping her mother undress June. As Sandy helped June off with her blouse, Marge was tugging down her skirt.

Biff couldn't resist putting his hand on one of his mother's gorgeous tits. Sandy grabbed the other. Then both kids began kissing June's tits. Marge, kneeling between June's thighs, began licking her cunt.

With three people kissing and sucking her, June was quickly initiated. She lifted her legs onto Marge's shoulders and put her arms around Sandy and her son.

June watched her son sucking her tit as he reached across to finger Sandy's cunt.

"Aren't you glad you came home when you did?" Marge asked from June's cunt.

"I… guess… It's so…" June stammered.

"Come on honey," Marge said. "Relax and enjoy it!"

Then Marge punctuated her words by pressing her vibrating tongue on June's clit.

"Ah-h-h-h-h-h!" June cried at the application of Marge's tongue.

After warming June up by sucking her cunt, Marge began kissing her way up June's belly. Her head passed between Biff's and Sandy's as they continued sucking June's tits. Then Marge reached June's face; she kissed her on the mouth.

As Marge kissed June, she took Sandy into her arms. Then she pulled Sandy away from June. Biff remained at his mother's tit, sucking hungrily.

"Let's let Biff and his mother fuck," Marge said to Sandy. "I have a feeling that's what they want to do."

Actually, Biff had never really thought of fucking his mother. But Marge's words seemed hypnotic. Both mother and son stretched out on the couch.

June lay under Biff. She spread her thighs. Biff filled them with his hips as he stuck his twitching cock into his mother's cunt.

"Yeah-h-h-h, fuck me!" June whispered, as her son filled her cunt with his hard prick.

Biff knew that he had reached the ultimate perversion. But he didn't regret it. In fact, he was more excited than he'd ever been. And his mother was turning out to be a hot chick as she wrapped her legs around his hips and pumped her cunt up and down his cock.

As Biff fucked June, he watched Marge and Sandy, who had moved to the floor. They were kissing, and feeling each other's tits. Their bellies were pressed together.

Marge then began sucking her daughter's tits. And just as Biff expected, Marge finally swung around and put her head between Sandy's thighs. Sandy's head went between Marge's thighs.

So as Biff came in his mothers cunt, he had the thrill of watching Sandy and Marge eat each other.

Before Biff pulled his prick from June's cunt, he and his mother watched Sandy and Marge lick each other's pussies to orgasm.

Now that all four of them had had at least one orgasm, they got dressed. June offered to make coffee, but Sandy and Marge said they had to be going.

"Well, we'll have to get together again real soon," June said.

When Sandy and Marge left, Biff and June went to their own rooms. At dinner, neither of them spoke about the orgy they'd had.

Biff didn't feel like calling Sandy. And she didn't call him. Nor did Marge call June. And before they knew it, it was time for Biff to leave for his first year at college.

Only after Biff was away from home did he find another girlfriend. He took her out three times before he even tried to kiss her. She almost gave up on him. But Biff knew that things could get out of hand very easily. Maybe he was just an old fashioned boy. But all he wanted was a nice girl he could fuck a few times, a week.

After all, apple pie tasted best when one hadn't had any sweets for a while!

Content

Brad Logan
Peeking at Mom

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN