Before long Mary went wild. She had more energy than Jean, if less finesse. Her hips jerked up to meet Dave's down-stroke. But she would lose the rhythm, her desperation getting the best of her.
But Dave loved riding that bucking bronco of a virgin. He had never imagined a chick going so crazy about a fucking. But then he was going crazy himself. Even after all the fucking he'd done with his mother, he was still capable of losing his mind to ecstasy.
"Oh, Dave!" Mary cried. "This is wonderful! Wonderful! Oh-h-h!"
"Y-yeah, I know," Dave gasped. "Oh, I've wanted to fuck you for so long."
"I think I'm coming," Mary said. "But I've never come like this before."
Dave rammed his prick deeply, then withdrew it as far as he could without letting it pop out. His rhythm was fast and steady. But most important, it was powerful.
Suddenly, Mary began shivering. And her voice broke into a quavering wail. She was coming, Dave knew. He kept fucking with the same steady rhythm although the girl was going wild beneath him.
"E-e-e-e-o-o-o-o-w-w-w-w!" she screamed.
"I'm going to come too!" Dave gasped.
With Mary's tight cunt milking his prick, his orgasm was going to be fantastic – at least as strong as any his mother had given him.
"Ah-h-h, ah-h-h-h, ah-h-h-h!" he cried with every stroke.
Both fuckers writhed and jerked as they were devoured by delirious rapture. Their hips kept thrusting automatically. They held their sweating faces together. Mary's tits provided a cushion between their heaving chests.
When they finally stopped, they were both glad that things had worked out as they had.
"I don't know why I didn't do this long ago," Mary said. "It was so good!"
"Yeah, I wish we'd fucked long ago too," Dave said.
Dave was thinking about all the horniness he and his friends had gone through just because girls like Mary wanted to keep their virginity.
But Dave also felt proud of himself for overcoming Mary's reluctance. He wondered how his buddies were doing. And he wondered if they had taken his advice.
After lying around with Mary for a while, Dave suggested that they get dressed. Ordinarily he would have liked to fuck a second time. But now he was eager to tell his friends of his success and see if they had done as well.
They dressed and left the bedroom. At first the house seemed empty. But then the sounds of someone in a sexual fit came to them.
Looking at each other with a smile, they shared the happiness of knowing that they weren't the only ones who were willing to enjoy themselves.
"It's coming from that room," Mary said pointing to a door nearby.
"Should we peek?" Dave asked.
"Why not?" Mary said.
They tiptoed to the door and bent down. Being a gentleman, Dave let Mary have the first peek. She put her eye to the keyhole, then motioned to Dave to have a look.
Through the keyhole, Dave saw Bob and Barb on a bed. Bob was kneeling, facing Barb, who was reclining on a few pillows. But they weren't even touching each other. Bob had his own prick in his hand, jerking off and Barb was rubbing her cunt.
As they each took care of their own pleasure, they moaned and grunted as though they were fucking.
It was an exciting sight, Dave thought. But he felt sorry for Bob. It could be worse though. He could be home jerking off with a magazine.
Mary and Dave went into the living room to wait for the others. When they were all back in the living room, Dave suggested to his friends that they leave.
They said good-bye to the girls, promising to call them again.
"Well, how'd you guys do?" Dave asked.
"Great," Jim said. "I did just what you said, Dave. When Beth tried to stop me from grabbing her tit, I grabbed her cunt instead. Then, she pulled my hand away from her cunt, but I put it right back. Finally, she was so hot, she let me finger-fuck her."
Jim passed his finger around for his friends to sniff.
"That's not what I said to do," Dave said. "Oh well, at least I fingered her," Jim said. "What happened with Barb?" Dave asked Bob, even though he'd seen what happened through the keyhole.
"Well, it was pretty good," Bob said. "I didn't get fucked. But she, ah – she gave me a hand job."
"Wow!" Jim said, impressed.
Dave didn't say anything. His friends would have to help themselves to get fucked. Or maybe their mothers would help them.
"What happened to you and Mary?" Bob asked Dave.
"I fucked her!" Dave said.
"Really?" his friends asked.
"Yup, I took my own advice and it worked perfectly," Dave said.
He told them all about his fucking with Mary. Telling them was fun, but he was already looking forward to getting home to his mother.
CHAPTER TEN
When Dave got home he found something he hadn't expected. As soon as he walked into the door, sounds of passion filled his ears. There had been a time when sounds like those would have excited him. He would have wanted to investigate and peek.
But after fucking Mary and then peeking at Bob and Barb jerking off, he was hardly in the mood to peek at his mother fucking.
And Dave was also experiencing his first jealousy. Of course, his mother never said she wouldn't fuck other guys. And he'd just fucked another chick. Still, he wished he could go to his mother now and fall into her embrace.
Dave went to his room. But the sounds reached him there too. He was getting angry that his mother had brought a guy home to their house – the house where their lust reigned.
But despite his anger and jealousy, Dave couldn't help getting excited by the sounds. And as he listened, he tried to picture what was going on.
He could hear his mother's voice crying out in delicious passion. But she sounded different somehow. When he fucked or sucked her, her cries were deeper, more resonant. Dave couldn't help wondering what was going on to make his mother sound so different. Was she getting fucked in some new way.
Despite himself, Dave got horny enough to want to solve the puzzle. He went to his mother's door and put his ear against it. The moans were louder, but he couldn't tell why more than he already knew.
There might be a chance of his looking into her window, he thought. So with his hard prick throbbing in his jeans, Dave went outside. He wandered over to his mother's bedroom window, looking around to make sure none of the neighbors were watching.
When he saw that his mother's window was open, his heart leapt. Near the window, the sounds could be heard again. Now they were louder, more desperate, and sounding less than ever like his mother.
The shade had been pulled down, but a breeze was holding it away from the screen. The closer Dave got, the more he began to hope he'd see something.
He took a quick look around again for nosy neighbors. Seeing none, he moved his face to the window. As he peered into the dim light of the bedroom, he had a suspicion that he was going to find something particularly kinky.
Just as his eyes began to focus through the screen, Dave simultaneously guessed and saw what was going on. But although he had guessed it at the last moment, the sight was still incredible.
He could see two naked bodies on the bed. A woman lying back, and someone between her legs with her face pressed to the junction of those legs. But the woman lying back wasn't his mother. He'd never seen her before.
His mother was curled up between that strange chick's legs, sucking her cunt. Dave pressed his face closer. He knew that the screen was going to leave a gray pattern on his forehead, but that didn't matter.
Not since peeking into the girls' locker room at school had Dave seen anything that excited him so much.