Chapter 3

In actuality, John had taken Veronica home directly after the party--and barely willing to speak to the man--she told him not to call for a while (after all, she was given no warning she was being taken to an orgy, and no woman likes to admit she is capable of getting cold feet). But now things would be different. Dildo in hand, Vern began to paint more pictures, plan a scene which could make vivid her deepest, most important fantasies.

Veronica lost no time in constructing some fast dialogue, lines flying into her mind like sparks, one urging her to get the hell on the move, another encouraging some more subtle foreplay. But the central, organizing idea was a particular fantasy, a dream which she'd never told anyone about. The truth of the matter is that Vern--as many women of her approximate age and socio-economic class--had one special thing which could get her going like none other, a little quirk of mind, a pet perversion, perfectly suited to a spree with a dildo. You see, our Veronica had a special place in her heart (and more sensual parts) for the young, for fresh virgin (be it male or female) flesh. Now this is not the type of thing which is shared with a girl friend in a casual phone conversation ("Oh, hi Judy... what's new? Oh, I don't know, but I guess one thing on my mind is that I'd like to screw a few fourteen and fifteen- year-old guys-you know, the kind that are still wet behind the ears and have cocks which have grown faster than the rest of their bodies), or shared with a date ("John, did I mention that though I'm really attracted to you, more than anything at all, I'd like to pick up a couple of high school studs, one blond with big muscles, another skinny and dark."). But this could only be a private affair articulated in her own mind, carried out either in complete secrecy or in the setting in which she now found herself. With lightning speed, she began to imagine the type of guys who would drive her to ecstasy for the second time this one particular Friday evening, serve as a follow up to Marv and Sam who had done quite a job on their own, fucking her cunt and driving her all the way home.

No, she'd seen the type of guy she had in mind one too many times, perhaps because of her younger brother, a bratty rogue who'd always bring his friends home and bothered her no end before she'd gone off to college. Troy, who knew he hadn't much on charm, almost seem to play up his lousy qualities to the hilt: he knew his sister liked privacy, he'd do his best to open her door when she was dressing; he knew she got bugged when he walked around nude, he'd shamelessly brandish his big cock as he'd walk to the bathroom; he knew she didn't like him to talk about her sex life with his friends, he'd loudly tell them about her latest fling (complete with the details of her endeavors on the living room couch). But when all was said and done, Veronica had to admit she'd been turned on by some of his friends. She'd watch them as they'd try to cool off in the yard, running through the hose in their little suits, readjusting their goodies when the material clung, lying on their stomachs in the sun, oblivious to the bulge in their pants. One of the guys, an exceptionally good looking junior high school student with too many pimples, especially appealed to her--especially when he tried to make conversation one day, almost choking on his own words.

Veronica had desired him that day several years ago and if she had the courage in those days would have seduced him behind the school or better yet, inside the little tool shed. She could imagine how it could have been: his skinny little body shivering slightly as he shyly asked what she had in mind. Oh, Veronica thought, I thought I'd offer you a little deal... I mean, all of us are in the same boat in a way. Have you ever thought how unfair it is that us kids don't get any real action. Oh, don't play dumb with me you little geezer you. I know you've got the hots for me. But listen, uh, I've got this little accessory here. That's right it's a rubber. From then on in, Veronica thought, it could have been easy. The glint in his eye, the bulge in his pants, the way he made no motion to take his leave or tried to stop her when she moved closer, all told that he wanted the action himself, possibly even worse than Veronica.

It was not a comfortable spot, but it could have done well enough, Veronica thought. She remembered there was a soft spot in the corner where there were a few old pillows conveniently strewn across the floor, and the pile of straw right near the lawn mower- -dead, cut grass which could now serve as the perfect mattress. It would have been as easy as moving closer to the young stud and helping him master his fear, first by putting her hand on his leg and rubbing it about, and when he was used to that, moving on to even more fertile ground up on the upper thigh right under the crotch, rubbing the guy, who now, wouldn't make a move in the opposite direction if his life depended on it.

Veronica wished she had simply said to him: "I want you, all the way. I want to show you how to fuck." Sure, it was shocking, but he'd get over the bruskness when he felt her hand begin to grasp his cock, her breath bathing his face, and her lips approach his own. He'd get over everything when he realized that this superbly stacked broad was ready to take matters in hand and do the steering while he merely sat back and took it all in (or let it all out, as the case may be). Veronica imagined her excitement, fervidly wrenching his fly open, almost tearing the fabric of his jeans in her excitement and determination. She realized that the guy, a mere school boy, had probably never been blown--hell, he probably never had a girl touch his man parts before--and that this would be a big day for him. She imagined that his eyes would bulge, he'd attempt a slight mock resistance but then give into her aggressive moves which, though shocking at first, soon got to him.

Veronica put her hand on his jeans right over the bulge, feeling his body jerk up and his lips tighten, the red leaving in an instant. Oh come on, she'd tell him, don't be afraid now... because after all, you have to remember that all of this Is the natural part of life, natural as walking. With that, she'd place his hand right on her breast and push it until she felt her nipple receded beneath the surface. You like that, she imagined telling him, I know you like that. Here's something I think you'll like even more. She quickly loosened the buttons of her blouse and pulled it off of her chest, revealing a white-cupped brassiere, a bra straining to do its duty and keep her womanhood from popping out, a task all the more difficult as the broad arched her back, loosened her shoulders until the straps fell down on her arms and threatened to fall from her body. She wanted the boy to strip her naked, topless, to prepare her for the real action: come on, she imagined, take off my bra and suck my tits, suck my big, fat tits.

Veronica became glazed as she thought through this little scene. The boy became brave and his youthful hands lowered her cups slowly, revealing her cleavage, then more cleavage, and in an instant removing enough of the synthetic to expose the very tips of her red, fat cherries. It seemed almost too much for the youth to take, who quickly stiffened and moved backward as if he'd just seen a treasure box filled with so much booty that it almost defied the imagination. She'd tell him straight out, suck it and lathe my tits until I cry for you to stop. Come on, don't be afraid! That's the way it could have happened, the feeling of his greasy adolescent wave stroking against her chest and his hot, syrupy lips go down on her knockers, his spittle seeping onto her all over, his long, spindly legs beginning to search out space between hers, his knee becoming his bravest body part and moving up toward her cunt. That's it, she'd encourage, that's the way to do it.

She'd kiss his lips, his nose and put her tongue in side the convolutions of his ear, until she could breathe right into his inside so that she sounded like a great ocean. She could hear the boy moan in deep desire, gritting his teeth and positioning his hips so that the broad would have easier access to his swollen manhood. Not so hard, is it, she'd reassure him, not expecting or particularly wanting a response.

She'd put her hand right under his jockies until his swollen, sweaty balls were in her palms and she was able to squeeze them to taste--squeeze them so that she could feel their soft consistency, and their heavy expectancy, filled as they were with hot, male come.

"SUCK ME, SUCK ME" he'd finally yell out in desperation. That's the way she liked her young studs, all hot and bothered and almost out of control in their desire, and yes, their dependency. This stud hadn't even had anything to drink--no scotch, no highball, no whiskey sour, no screwdriver--nor had he hit the weeds and pills--no downers, uppers, grass, hash, acid, nothing. Veronica leaned forward and gave him a body hug, pressing her tits into his chest, nearly driving him wild with pleasure, with the magnificent feeling of her breasts against him. He cupped them with his hand, twisting and turning the flesh, making the sides of her boobs pink and then red from the pressure of his lustful probing.

"Oh yes, rub them, rub them nice."

Encouraged, almost made with desire, the boy lowered his head and felt the left nipple with his tongue, turning his tongue, covering the cherry with his own saliva then sucking it into his mouth where he almost ate the organ, pressing into it with his teeth.

"You're too much," he added in between licks, thrilled with her form. My, he thought, there's nothing like this, fresh, solid, waiting to get it, waiting to get fucked even by a young, inexperienced cock like mine.

The boy took his hand and slowly slid it under the girl's waist band until he could feel the upper ridge of her panties, the band which hung several inches below her waist, then pressed his fingers against her abdomen--a white, smooth area which he wanted to bury his face in. But there were even greater pleasures below, and moving his hand lower as he took into his lungs breath mixed with the girl's own, he felt her pussy hair--thick, luxurious hair which curled and covered his fingers until they were almost buried in it.

"Lower, lower, go down lower on me until you stick your fingers in my cunt," she begged.

"You've got it baby," he answered, feeling older already, then made his words good, opening the lips of her pussy, pushing one, then two fingers inside until he could feel her inner organs, wet, juicy, a honey-pot of sex goodies. "You've got it baby," he repeated, feeling his cock grow even harder as he probed the girl's insides, making her groan with pleasure, making her beg for him to come inside.

"Listen," she whispered intensely, "Let's go over here where we can stretch out." She led the way, the boy watching her splendid ass, the swing in her hips, the incredible sensuality of her movements. His cock stuck proudly in front, a rammer of incredible proportions--six inches at least--a shaft which wanted more than anything to gain entry into that sweet woman, his balls hanging down full and swollen, his arms swaying at his sides as he increased his stride.

After a pause, the girl lowered her head, admiring the glans, the red rim around the top, the dark ring of skins below the glans, almost like a cock ring, the length of the proud shaft, the way it was slightly thicker at the base and hooked around the top, the way his balls hung underneath the cock, the way he looked, proud and tall. "Come on," he said, mustering his courage, "give it a good suck."

Veronica opened her mouth and put the cock in side, feeling the heat which radiated from it, almost burning into her like a furnace, like a sex furnace, filled with a heat which almost burned her mouth, then went deeper inside of her, down her pipes, into her inner depths. He started to undulate his hips a bit, to help her get more of his cock inside, to help her almost swallow it. He was amazed at the girl's enthusiasm, and, clutching at her shoulders, she was able to take the entire shaft until it disappeared entirely within her mouth before she released it, hot and glowing, covered with the saliva from Veronica's mouth.

He was so excited, he almost came, so he pushed back Vern in order to hold it in a while longer.

"Oh, kiss my tits," Veronica almost pleaded, "kiss them all over, cover them."

The guy leaned over her, then rested on his side, covering her upper stomach with his palm--which now sweated with desire-- then pushing his fingers through her thick, brown hair. That's when, completely hot with passion, his cock just bursting at the seams, all the more straining enveloped in the rubber Veronica had slid on it, he slid his stem in side of Vern, slowly, relishing every second as he penetrated, taking in deeps gasps of air, his legs tightening and mingling with Vern's. Deeper he lunged, until he was inside, completely inside of her cavernous hole, buried in her pulsing pussy.

"Oh yeah," pump me harder, harder," she pleaded, her eyes closed and her brain swimming in passion, the passion of pure desire, of wanting her pussy fucked and his creamy jism shot inside of her hole.

"Baby, wait," the boy pleaded. "I'm gonna come; we better gear down." He took his stem out of her pussy, now wet with her pussy-juice, then pulled his body back and perched up on Vern's hips so he could get at her quim. She curled her legs around his back, pushing his head toward her until he only had to lower his head a few inches to slide his tongue inside of her pussy.

He began to taste her quim, salty, womanly, juicy pussy--the best combination of sensations he could imagine--then felt her thighs pushing against the side of his ears until he couldn't hear anything, only see her mouth open wide in a gasp of pleasure. He felt the heavy weight of her buttocks in his hands as he grasped them and looked at her huge mounds which were pushed up close to her very neck.

It was too much for the guy to take and he felt his jism rising in his balls and into the lower part of his cock, but not wishing to shorten the spree, he took his mouth out of her pussy, then lifted Vern's body upward toward his face so that he could give a little mouth action to her tits.

Veronica knew what he had in mind and immediately requested he go at it, pressing her tits together so they formed a massive cleavage. He buried his head between the spheres, then she pushed them tighter together, pressing into his nose and mouth, bathing him in her mammaries.

"Oh, baby, too much, too much."

"You like those tits, don't you... nice fat tits."

"Oh, baby," he said, "I want to eat those knockers, yeah, eat 'em up good."

"They're all yours.

"Man, when I used to serve burgers, I'd look at the girls, but I don't think any of them could have been like you."

Veronica could feel that she had the boy, completely swept him off his feet. She'd ride with this one all the way (at least in her mind) and might even see him again, fuck him again, suck him again and repeat all the ecstasy of this night. Compared with the other guys she'd balled he was pure stud: at least in the high school category.

"Come on boy," she urged, "fuck me again; I want your cock all the way in, all the way!"

"I can't wait any longer either; this is it, the big one."

The boy rammed his stem inside of Veronica, so hard and fast and sudden, that she opened her mouth wide, closed her eyes and cried out, "Oohh! Yes, all the way."--at least that's how Veronica wanted to imagine it.

Veronica kept her fantasy going, picturing the lad pushing from the hips, in and out, out and in, fast until his entire body was tight as taut rope, a dynamo of energy ready to explode in one great sex moment, the ultimate orgasm.

"Fuck me, fuck me," she cried out.

Images went through Veronica's mind; of guys running nude, five, ten, fifteen of them, their balls hanging down, their cocks proudly erect in front, all after her; of the sight of her teenager's cock right before she took it in her mouth; of the way his balls hung, heavy and swollen. She could feel his weight on top of her then, heavy and massive as it pushed against her lighter form, crushing her breasts, his hips digging into her own hips but because of his size, his head perched almost on top of her own so that he could dig his nose into her hair.

The boy was all the way in now, fucking her with everything he had, pushing his stem all the way in. Veronica's dark eyes almost rolled into her head, her long eyelashes battering away (a movement which she found especially alluring).

"Harder, faster," she pleaded.

"Baby, I'm going to fuck you like there's no tomorrow... oh, yes, it's coming, it's coming nice and hot."

Vern felt her body growing tenser, her entire body getting ready to lurch into the big "0" but she held back then managed to roll them both over so that she was on top.

"Oh, yes, yes," the boy said when he felt her body laying on his own. The boy pushed the recent graduate up and then pulled her legs on his sides so that she was sitting on him and she had him clamped in a torrid cock-hold. Her tits looked absolutely gargantuan, swinging wildly to and fro as she swayed her torso from side to side. He couldn't resist grabbing them, so, feeling her hold on his cock get even tighter, he grabbed her breasts and squeezed them--one in each hand--until she moaned out.

Faster and harder he pumped, making their pubic hair meet, then pulling it apart, sliding his cock almost all the way out to the tip, then thrusting it in with a savage fury. He was close, knew he was, but couldn't and wouldn't hold back any further.

The boy pushed his cock in, then, in one sudden burst of energy penetrated all the way, tensed and then exploded into an incredible orgasm: "Agghhh, oooh," he moaned in ecstasy.

Veronica was soon to follow, her body just as filled with the pleasure of the moment then climaxing until she felt her spasm come, a little later but just as intense as the boy's-a tightening of her entire body until she thought she would freeze like a log, then a melting until the connections of her brain were shot and her body spent of all energy--or that's the way she imagined it. But the amazing thing was, lying there, getting it on, she felt it just as intensely as if it were really happening.

But this guy was such a solid image, and such a fantastic fuck, that she wanted to take her fantasy a step further; stage two. She decided to be a little daring in her imagination, and take the young stud into her home. Well, it wouldn't be that crazy, because, after all, her parents were gone on a little trip, and there was almost no chance of being caught by them. She decided that she wanted more than any thing to take a shower with this young cock. She took the boy into her bathroom, then turned on the water--adjusting the water to lukewarm, then hot so that the bathroom would steam up--and then got under the water, her hair flattening against her forehead, her breasts shining from the water and her pubic hair matted against her crotch-like a thick, heavy rug cut in the shape of a perfect triangle.