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.