"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!"