I was also awake and silent on the nights when she would be in an altogether different mood. Maybe they'd both have had too much to drink, or maybe, for once, he wasn't drunk. But then they'd get into bed like kids, and hug and kiss each other. On those nights I would strain my eyes to watch my mother slide down my father's body and suck his big, long dick into her hot mouth. He would moan and cry out with pleasure as she would suck on him. Then, afterwards, when he was plunging into her body in the same old way, Mother would be moaning and crying out right along with Father.
Long after they'd fallen asleep I'd toss and turn in the darkness, too excited to sleep.
In the tub I thought about all those things, even about the three times I'd gone to bed with Larry. It had happened the summer before once in his room and twice in his father's car.
I'd wanted to go to bed with someone since I was twelve or thirteen. But I was always too shy to talk to boys, much less go out with them. But eventually, I went out a few times, and once I started to see Larry regularly I figured it would be a matter of time before we would try it. Larry, believe it or not, was even shier than I was, and after dating all year, I finally forced the issue.
Larry had borrowed his father's car, and I just about had to lead him every inch of the way. While we were kissing, I pushed my breasts against his chest until he finally figured out he should play with them. I had td take down my own panties, because he was so nervous he couldn't manage, and it was me who grabbed his small, hard prong and guided it into my willing body.
I'd wanted to see what it was like, and I'd felt very disappointed after it was over. It had been a nowhere experience, and I felt somehow cheated. The same was true the other two times with him. I wanted something more, only I didn't know what that more was.
I got out of the bath finally, and quickly dried. I got into my nicest underthings, slipped into a pair of jeans and a shirt, and headed for Gerry's house. It was early, but I couldn't dare think too much ahead. I didn't want to stop for a minute, I didn't want to think. If I thought over what I was about to do, I was sure I'd back out on the whole thing. The Larrys of the world I could talk to, but not the Hanks and the Gerrys.
Even though I was very early, Gerry seemed delighted to see me. We spent a lot of time dressing and putting on makeup. Then we set off in Gerry's car for the H. house.
It was barely dark when we arrived, but already a dozen or more people were there. Gerry's boyfriend brought us some drinks and a minute later, Hank walked over and introduced himself. Gerry and Steve walked off and after a second Hank excused himself to make more punch.
The drink was a little strong for me, but I sipped at it. I could hardly believe I was here. A glance in a long mirror across the room assured me that I looked fine. Encouraged, I drank my drink and smiled at everyone.
Hank and a few of the other boys came by often in the next few hours. I felt too clumsy to dance, yet once I let myself be persuaded to try I did fine.
By the time Hank led me upstairs to a bedroom, I was on top of the world. Hank liked me! The other boys liked me! I would do anything for them!
The punch had made me a little drunk, but I knew what I was doing when I let Hank take me upstairs.
He was drunk, too. "Okay, Fran, let's see that cute little bod of yours." He began to pull at my dress.
I don't know exactly what hit me then. Maybe it was only that I'd wanted him to kiss me a little first. But I found myself moving back, out of his reach. "No," I said.
He got angry. "Don't give me any of that shit! I wanna fuck you, baby."
A terrific excitement filled me as I tried to move away from him. There was nothing shy and passive about Hank. He grabbed me and pulled me hard against his body. Then his mouth was on mine and his tongue was gliding over mine.
He was holding me too tightly, hurting me, but instead of pain I felt only pleasure. Something told me I could fight him, beg him to stop, and still he would continue. A furious excitement gripped me, and I felt my nipples grow hard and the juice between my legs begin to run. Although I'd have done anything just to please Hank and the others, to make them like me, I heard myself telling him to stop.
"You want it, too, Fran. Come on, honey…" His strong hands forced me to be still. Then he stripped the dress from my body.
Wearing only panties and a bra, I backed away from him. The crazy desire to fight him, to force him to force me was almost overwhelming.
He grabbed me and kissed me again, obviously all the more excited by my freaky protests. This time his tongue stabbed into my mouth, and his hands were hot and hard on my breasts. The bra came off in his hands.
"You have beautiful tits, Fran," he breathed, covering them with his big hands.
I jerked out of his grasp. He caught me, throwing me on the bed. I was quietly fighting him as he removed my panties, then he was on top of me, kissing me, unzipping his fly and aiming his big cock towards my juicing, naked slit.
He pressed into me with a low moan and I cried out with pain and pleasure as his huge organ inched up my cunt. He was much bigger than Larry.
I thought he would crush me as he lowered his big body on me. Finally, he was all the way in me. I was pinned down by his weight, helpless and his big prick was filling me like I never imagined I could be filled. It was wonderful.
Once inside me, Hank took over and began to ride me fast. He pulled some of his dick out of me, only to plunge it back in again a second later. He did that over and over, moaning and mumbling in my ear as he, fucked me. Finally, he began moving much faster, and then he was groaning loudly, almost splitting me in half with his fierce plunges. I felt him come in me.
Hank rested on me a moment, then got up. I was still terribly excited. There hadn't been enough time for me to come, and I didn't want it to be over. But before I could say anything, Hank was up and zipping his pants. He moved to the door, opened it, and started out. I distinctly heard him say, "She likes it on the rough side," before I became aware that someone else was entering the room.
At first I felt confused as I looked up to see John approaching the bed. He was a big football player who had never so much as glanced my way all the years we'd gone to school together. Now he was grinning down at me, his eyes moving all over my naked body.
"You like it rough, huh?" John began undoing his fly.
I looked up into his cold, blue eyes, and relaxed. I suspected that come I was missing wasn't very far away.
He pulled out his cock and held it over me as if it was a weapon. Then he climbed on top of me and shoved his dick hard into my body. I groaned, but it felt good. He began to pound into me like a madman. The inside of my cunt was beginning to feel as if it were on fire from all the action. But I lifted my legs up, encouraging him to get even more of his prick inside me. I was shaking all over, so close to my orgasm I could almost feel it. But there was something missing, something forgotten, a certain feeling or ingredient still lacking…
John continued spearing my cunt as I clung to him, and soon he was shooting into me. His cock was small by the time he got up. "Not bad, honey."
I still hadn't reached an orgasm, so when Frank, another football player, came in the room I just held out my arms to him, hoping that this time I would finally get what I needed so badly. By then I was well aware why I'd been invited to the party. Didn't every good party have a little gang-bang in the back room? A willing fuck from a chick who didn't matter all that much, someone who would be honored just to be invited!