The friction from the large Turkish towel gave Richard another bone-stiff erection.
"Want some more?" he grinned down at Valerie, waving his big, throbbing prick in her direction.
"No, we don't have time," she giggled. "Hurry, let's get dressed. I'll do it with my hand in the car. I've got to get home!"
She beat him off in the car and timed it so he came just as he pulled up in front of her house.
"You'll call me, won't you, darling?" Valerie breathed as she slid from the car. "I love you!"
"Sure. Sure, I'll call you."
"Goodnight, darling!" She ran into the house hearing his car squeal off into the night behind her.
She was halfway up the stairs when she realized that she'd left her panties and bra in the car. God, she hoped her mother was sleeping soundly!
Richard drove to the all-night cafe and pulled into the parking lot. The others crowded around the car.
"Well?"
"How'd it go?"
"Betcha missed it!"
Richard chuckled and held up the panties and bra. "You turkeys all owe me twenty bucks apiece. And, speaking of piece, little-miss-too-good Valerie Jones was the hottest fucking piece of ass I've ever had in my life!"
CHAPTER TWO
Eunice Muncie loved to fuck. She was only seventeen, but she couldn't remember when she hadn't been fucking. But the real fun started when Richard Farr and his buddies started screwing her.
Of course, it was just Richard at first. He took her to his house when his folks weren't home, arid ploughed it to her right in his bedroom.
It was nice for Eunice. She didn't get to fuck very often in a bed. Most of the boys would pump their cocks into her in the back seat of a car, or sometimes out in a field on a blanket.
Eunice came real good on Richard Farr's dick. He had a nice one. She opened her eyes to tell him so, and there – right in front of her – were his buddies all standing around the bed.
She knew them all. She'd gone to school with them before she'd gotten kicked out.
There was Roger Batini. He was cute, and the girls said he had a big cock. Bruno Carl was an enormous boy, a tackle on the football team. He was ugly, but Eunice had always harbored a fancy about fucking him. Sammy Gaff was almost a midget beside the rest of them, but the way his mouth was slobbering over her tits, he obviously liked her.
And then there was sad-faced George Reems. He was tall and blonde and shy and quiet. She didn't know much about George, but she guessed she liked him. He never talked much.
"You know all my buddies, don't you, Eunice?" Richard said, rolling off her and rubbing his wet dick on her thighs.
"Oh, sure. Hi, fellas."
All of them said, "Hi!" and Sammy Gaff leaned over and kissed one of her tits.
"Jesus Christ, Eunice, you got some set of jugs!"
"Why, thank you, Sammy!"
"I wanna shove my dick up your pussy, Eunice… is that all right with you?" Sammy asked, and pulled his little cock out of his jeans.
"Why, sure, Sammy," Eunice said. "As long as it's okay with Richard. He's my date tonight."
Richard was laughing so hard he could hardly answer her. "Sure, honey, sure," he finally managed. "That's what this is all about! We're gonna have us a little party… and you're gonna provide the entertainment!"
So Sammy crawled up between Eunice's thighs. He grabbed her tits as Bruno and Roger pulled his pants and shorts down. Eunice giggled. He was so short that, with his cock near her cunt, he hardly had to bend his head to suck the huge melons of her tits.
He might have been small, but Eunice responded to him as she did to any boy that mounted her. She went wild.
Every touch of those hard fingers sent electric shock waves tingling through her. And then his lips and tongue came into play – softer, gentler, but even more tantalizing on the tender nipple points – while his hands moved over her ribs and thighs and belly, kneading and squeezing underneath her ass, rocking her from below, and finally probing the soft hairs and warm wetness of her hot cunt.
She dimly heard and only vaguely remembered afterwards the chatter that never ceased for a moment, all the time her body was being mauled by Sammy.
"Suck me! Suck it to me…"
"Ooooo, whatta setta titties!"
"What's the flavor, Sam? How about a little sugar on that."
"Take a bite for me, too, baby…"
"Sweeeeet, sweet pussy."
There was a new finger groping between her legs – hard, hot, blunt – digging at the hole of her pussy with unbearable tickling. And then the white hot dick rammed in, in one lunging stab, blotting out all other consciousness. She was filled with fire, her arms reaching out to grab the air, her legs wide open, stretching, straining, as far apart as they could go, in absolute surrender to the little dick splitting her up the middle.
"Oh, Sammy, Sammy!" she wailed. "You got a little dick, but you sure as shit know how to use it!"
Then it was pounding, pounding, slamming into her with pile-driver strokes. The fire of his first penetration was cooling down now. But a new tide of voluptuous sensations was building and spreading, a thousand times more than anything before, from cunt to belly and all through her, until her whole body was one great quivering, pulsing, oozing cunt, bubbling over with the joyous juices of unbearable orgasm.
She came twice on Sammy's little dick. Then he crawled off her and shouted, "Next!"
"Oh, no, not yet," Richard said. "I want her to do a little show for us first. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Eunice?"
"Oh, yeah," the big girl said, clapping her hands together and rocking on the bed so her enormous tits did a dance on her chest.
"Hey, Rich," George Reems said, his voice quiet but filling the room. "Maybe that's goin' too far. I mean, granted she's got the body of a woman, but her head is still in fourth grade."
"Oh, come on, George… she wants to!" Richard said.
"Sure, she does," Bruno said, reaching over and mauling one of her big tits. "You'd like to shake those big jugs for us, wouldn't ya, Eunice honey?"
"Sure."
So George was overruled and Richard quickly explained to Eunice what they expected of her.
Eunice was proud of her body. She loved to show it off. So she caught on fast. That's about all Eunice ever did catch on fast to the uses to which she could put her body.
Richard was applauding. He leaped to her with a cry of triumph and hugged her from behind, his hands clamping her gold mine tits in a loving squeeze.
"Baby, that's all you have to do. You got the whole act right there. Walk a little, bounce a little, turn around once or twice, bend over and just shake 'em till the milk turns to cream. Man, we're never gonna let you off stage once you turn that on!" Then he moved to the stereo, started the music, and sat with the other boys to watch. "Now when I turn the lights on, you go, Eunice!"
"Okay," the girl agreed, in her best baby-doll voice.
She took a position in the middle of the room, arms folded across her tits, while the lights were out. When the light went on, there she stood, stark naked, smiling shyly, trying to keep her eyes straight ahead as she'd been coached to do. She nudged her tits up high on her forearms, and then suddenly dropped her hands to her sides so that the great globes fell SPLAT onto her ribs – two great quivering jelly-bombs, with the nipples flaming red.
The noise never let up from then on. The boys were going crazy as she walked all around, the way Richard had showed her – bouncing provocatively, and then leaning slowly forward in the full glare of the bright light, reflected in the straining eyeballs of every boy in the room.
The stereo let out a screaming chord, and then went pounding into a hard rock tune, and she began her shoulder-wiggling and tit-jiggling business right oil the first beat. The boys clapped hands right along with it, and soon they were all up out of their seats and crowding for a closer look at the great earth mother and her flailing, leaping, jitterbugging tits.