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.