Pam gazed at the dangling cock of the mustached young man. He had a hairy chest, a hairy belly, and muscles popping out all over. He had fat, heavy, low-hanging balls. He was grinning at her, waving his cock at her. She stared for an endless moment at his cock and suddenly she felt panic. He wanted to fuck her! He wanted her to get that big cock of his hard for him again so he could ram her with it.
“I wanna go home,” she said.
Jeff frowned. “You serious?”
“I wanna go home,” Pam repeated. “Right now.” She fumbled for her clothes. “Come on, Cissy, get dressed.”
Cissy rolled over, rubbed her eyes as if she were just waking up from a long sleep. A gob of Jeff’s cum still stuck to her nose.
“What?” she mumbled.
“We’re going home,” Pam said. “Right now. So get dressed.”
“Suit yourself,” Jeff said, picking up his jeans. “I already got what I want anyway.”
Five minutes later, as Jeff dropped the two girls off at a fast-food restaurant in their neighborhood, he handed Cissy a scrap of paper with his phone number on it.
“When you call, make sure you’re talking to me and not my roommate,” he said. “That guy moves fast. Before you know it, he’ll talk you into anything. I don’t want him moving in on my territory.”
He tried to hand another scrap of paper to Pam, but she refused it. He laughed and shook his head. “You’ll come around,” he said. “One of these days, you’ll come around begging for it. They all do.” He unzipped his fly, pulled out his hard cock and slipped the foreskin up and down a few times over the moist cock-knob. “How about it, babe, there’s still time.”
Pam pushed open the door. She had literally to haul Cissy out of the front seat as the dizzy blonde tried to bend over and give the man a blowjob in the parking lot of the fast-food joint. Jeff was still working his foreskin up and down as Pam started to shut the door, and for a moment she hesitated, her eyes glued to his cock as a drop of clear lube oozed out.
Jeff licked his lips. “It tastes good, Pammy honey, wanna have a suck? Want me to slip it up your pussy?” Pam forced herself to slam the door.
As Jeff took off, laughing, Cissy waved and called after him, “Bye, Jeff, bye!”
The two girls walked a block toward Cissy’s house, before Pam realized that Cissy had been babbling and she hadn’t heard a word of it.
“What?” Pam snapped.
“I don’t believe it!” Cissy cried. “I don’t believe I actually sucked it!”
“Not so loud!”
“I sucked it off! It shot cream in my throat and I swallowed it. Wanna know what it tasted like?”
“No!” Pam said. “Will you quiet down, please! Everybody in the neighborhood will know!”
“I don’t care,” Cissy said. “I feel so good. I feel like I’m floating. I can still taste it, can still feel that hard, salty thing in my mouth!”
She licked her lips and swallowed. “Oh God, did it get me hot!”
“You’re crazy!” Pam gasped. “I can’t believe you! How could you do such a thing! You’re lucky he didn’t stick it some other place, if you know what I mean.”
“You mean like where he wanted to stick it in you?”
Pam flushed. “Thank God we’re both still virgins, is all I can say.”
“I’m still a virgin?” Cissy asked, smiling wickedly.
“Not completely,” Pam said. “But you’re still a virgin in the way that counts. As for me, I’m still pure, untouched for my husband-to-be.”
“Not completely,” Cissy said.
Pam flushed even redder. “Of course I am!”
“You mean licking my pussy didn’t count?”
“No,” Pam said, hating to admit that she’d actually licked Cissy’s cunt.
“Then you might wanna do it again some time?” Cissy asked.
“Are you crazy!” Pam cried. “Never!”
They’d reached Cissy’s house. “Wanna come in?” Cissy asked.
“No, thank you, I’m going home to take a bath.”
“We could take a bath together,” said Cissy.
“Now I know you’ve gone crazy!” said Pam, and she turned toward home.
She turned back. “Give me that slip of paper he gave you.”
“For what?”
“I’m gonna burn it.”
“Like heck you are,” Cissy said, and she ran up her front walk. “He tried to give you his number too, but you wouldn’t take it. This one is mine, and I’m keeping it.”
She slipped into the house and closed the front door behind her.
When Pam got home, she found her mother in the kitchen making dinner.
“How was the museum, darling?” her mother asked.
“Fine,” said Pam.
“Have a nice walk down there and back?”
“Fine,” Pam said. “I’m going upstairs to take a bath.”
“Dinner’s in an hour,” her mother said. “Don’t fall asleep in the tub.”
Pam locked her bedroom door and stripped off her clothes. A large wall mirror faced her bed, and when she sat on her bed she could see her entire body in the mirror. She sat on the bed now and spread her legs, like a girl gymnast doing the splits in the floor exercise. She pointed her toes the way Cissy did when she was showing off her legs at the fountain. She often sat nude like this, looking at herself in the mirror, imagining herself posing for her husband when she got married.
What she saw in the mirror was what her husband would see.
She fondled her tits. They seemed to be getting bigger. They still weren’t as full and bouncy as Cissy’s tits, but they were more cone-shaped, and they stood up more, with pointed nipples.
She sucked in her stomach at the waist, smiling at how slender she was.
She stroked her flanks, smiling at the silky smoothness of her young skin. She certainly had a better body than Cissy, much more graceful, more womanly even though Cissy had a bigger, rounder ass, and bigger tits.
She lay back on the bed, spread her legs even wider, reached down and hauled apart her brown-furred cuntlips. She had a hairier crotch than Cissy, a more mature, womanly crotch. And the moist flesh between her cuntlips was redder and riper. It would be a shame if Cissy got married first, and fucked first, if Cissy didn’t get fucked before she got married. The way Cissy was acting lately, she’d get herself fucked very soon if she didn’t watch out.
Pam probed between two teeth with her tongue and discovered a hair caught between them. She pulled the hair out and saw that it was kinky and blonde one of Cissy’s cunt hairs. She flushed, wondering if her mother or anybody else had noticed it when she’d smiled. She was sure that terrible college man, Jeff, had seen it, which was one of the reasons he’d kept laughing at her. What an obnoxious person that guy was! He’d actually dared suggest that she let him fuck her!
She shivered and a tremor went through her cunt. She couldn’t imagine that enormous, smelly cock of his inside her. First of all, it wouldn’t fit into her cunt. His cock had to be a freak cock, an overgrown giant.
She’d never realized a cock could grow so big. The cock on that Indian brave in the museum had been big enough. Jeff’s cock had been much, much too large. How had Cissy managed to get it into her mouth?
The thought of Cissy sucking Jeff’s cock disgusted her. How could Cissy do such a thing? The smell was bad enough. The taste must have been even grosser. And Cissy had sucked fluid from the man’s cock, and she’d swallowed it! Unbelievable!
Pam noticed that her cunt was getting juicy. Pussylube oozed from inside her, oozed from the ripe, inflamed meat between her crotchlips. Her clit was hard, its tip peeking out of its sheath. Her fuckmeat was quivering, throbbing, from time to time opening up, then contracting. A hot trickle of cuntjuice ran from her cunt down her crotch and into her ass-cleft.
She couldn’t keep her hands off herself. The middle finger of her right hand slipped to the hilt up her crotch-hole and she moaned softly, her green eyes rolling, her toes curling.
Damn that Cissy! Damn that Jeff! They were making her masturbate. She didn’t want to masturbate. She’d jacked off only two days ago, and now she was doing it again. She tried to limit how often she masturbated.
Lately, she’d been doing it more and more often. It was as if she couldn’t help herself. It was all Cissy’s fault. All Cissy talked about lately was guys.
She lay back, propping herself up with her left elbow and keeping her head up and forward so she could watch herself as she fucked her middle finger in and out of her pussy. She was burning up inside, her cunt like a hot, greasy fist, like a hard-sucking mouth with hairy lips. As her finger plunged, pussyjuice frothed out around it, and she could smell herself, the musky aroma of hot pussy. She pulled her finger out of herself and lifted it, dripping, to her mouth. She sucked her finger clean.
Tart-sweet! She tasted just like Cissy.
She stuck her finger back up her pussy, then pumped it in and out, making sure to rub the edge of it against her clit. Her cunt contracted and pulsations of fuck-itch and excitement coursed rhythmically through her loins.
“I sucked Cissy’s cunt!” she whispered to herself as if only now realizing that she’d done such a thing. Stuck my tongue up in it, she thought. Licked it out. Drank Cissy’s juice. Sucked Cissy’s clit. It tasted good. I rubbed my nose in Cissy’s cunt, and it smelled good.
She squirmed on the bed, her tits rising and falling as she panted, her right hand jerking between her thighs, her toes clutching with each surge of hot sensation through her cunt. She saw that her eyes were getting glassy, were glazing over from the feelings she was experiencing, and as her lust mounted, she leered at herself seductively, the way Cissy had leered up at Jeff while she’d been sucking his big, sweaty cock.
What a tramp Cissy had become! How could Cissy, her own best friend, turn into such a filthy, disgusting tramp! Cissy had sucked a cock.
Unbelievable! Cissy had swallowed the cum of a man. Incredible! Pam had heard whisperings at school about girls doing such things, but she’d never quite believed them. Today, she’d seen her own best friend actually suck a cock!
“Filthy bitch, Cissy!” Pam whispered. “Dirty slut!”
Her teeth clenched, she rammed her stiff middle finger in and out of her pussy. She finger-fucked herself so fast and hard that she gasped with each thrust. She gazed at her face in the mirror and imagined it nuzzling and rubbing against Cissy’s blonde crotch, saw her nose rubbing between Cissy’s lust-swollen cuntlips. Her tongue came out and she started licking air, dripping spit on her tits as she pretended to be lapping deeply between Cissy’s burning cuntlips.
“You taste so good!” she whispered. She kissed and slurped and sucked.
“Mmm, I love your pussy!”
She closed her eyes, saw Cissy sucking on Jeff’s cock, heard Jeff grunt like a bull and heard Cissy choke. Swallow it, Jeff was saying, forcing his cock deeper down Cissy’s throat as he ejaculated his hot spunk.
Cissy guzzled. She sure loved that spunk! Cissy got so excited that her pussy exploded in Pam’s face.
“Ohhh, Cissy!” Pam fell back on the bed, her back arched, her loins rocking, her head twisting from side to side. The fuck pleasure surged to a head in her loins and her cunt exploded with spasms around her ramming, grinding finger. “Ohhh yesss!”
She squirmed on the mattress, gasping as the sensations melted her, groaning as electricity shot through her cunt and asshole and toes, through her tits and nipples. Every cell of her young body seemed to be pulsating. Her fuck juices frothed out around her plunging finger and formed a slippery, spit-like puddle on the bedspread between her legs.
She fucked herself until the contractions in her cunt had stopped and the surges of sensation through her body had petered out. Her back came out of its arch and flattened against the mattress. Her finger slipped out of her cunt. Her toes uncurled and her legs relaxed. She caressed her tits, moaning softly.
I needed that, she thought. After what happened this afternoon in Jeff’s van, I needed that. I deserved that.
She went directly into her bathroom, just off her bedroom, soaked a washcloth in warm water and returned to her bed to scrub the pussyjuice stain off her bedspread. Then she returned to the bathroom for a long soak in the tub to wash the sweat and filth off herself and to clear her mind, to cleanse her mind. Now that she’d relieved her pussy, things were back to normal. She didn’t care what Cissy did. From now on she was going to keep her own thoughts pure. And she would only masturbate once a week, at the most. Maybe only once every two weeks. Maybe she’d stop masturbating altogether.
