Chapter 2

After dinner, Ashley and I were washing and drying the dishes. Stacey was outside doing something or other.

Quietly, Ashley asked me, "Peggy, have you ever given a guy a blow job?"

"Yes I have. Several, actually."

"Isn't it yucky?"

"No, it's sort of exciting, really. They get all hard yet the skin is soft and warm. Not at all like what I expected. And when you put it in your mouth and suck on it, the guy is almost like in seventh heaven. They really do like it. You can tell when they are about to shoot their stuff, because they sort of swell up a little."

"What do you do when his stuff cums out?"

"You swallow it, if you can. They don't like it at all when you spit it out or move away."

"Really? You swallow it? What's it taste like?"

"Sometimes it's a little salty, but other times it doesn't taste of anything. It sort of reminds me of eating yogurt that hasn't been refrigerated. It even looks like yogurt."

"Have you done it a lot?"

"This year I did, yeah. It takes away the pressure of them wanting to have sex, and I am not ready for that yet, for sure. So to me, it was a much safer thing, and it's kind of exciting anyway. I always figure that if I give the guy a blow job and he cums before I let him in my pants, there is a much better chance that I will keep my pants on, if you get what I mean."

We had just about finished the dishes when Stacey walked in the door. "Look who I found walking up the driveway."

I spun around and saw that coming through the door behind her were the three guys from the gas station.

"We thought you girls might like a little company. We even brought the beer and wine."

While I was a bit upset that the guys had come uninvited, at least they had each cleaned up, and I had to admit, looked pretty good.

Stacey got her Ipod out of her room and started some music playing and one of the guys started rummaging around the kitchen, looking for wine glasses. He actually found some, and soon we were drinking white wine and dancing and generally having a great time. I had been dancing with Tom, who really was an incredible dancer. I hadn't danced like that in a long time, and between the dancing and the wine, I was getting light headed. I looked around the room but did not see Ashley anywhere. Stacey was pressed flat against the wall kissing Bill. I watched as they moved down the hall to one of the bedrooms.

"Looks like they want some privacy," Tom said to me as he pulled me close to him.

I could feel his hand on my butt, pulling my hips into him, and I could feel that he was hard, rubbing against me.

"Which room is yours, Peggy?"

"The first one on the left side of the hall." I can't believe I told him that! Why would I say that to him like that? I don't even know him.

We immediately started towards the bedrooms. As I passed Stacey's, the door was open, the lights were on, and she was naked on the bed and his hands were all over her body. Boy, Stacey took my criticism to heart!!! From the girl that had never to naked on a bed. Wow! But even that didn't seem strange to me, at the time.

Tom found my bedroom and steered me into it. He started to close the door but I told him to leave it open. We were on the bed, since there was no other place to go, and he immediately started kissing me. In no time at all, he had my tee shirt over my head and my bra off, and he was kissing my bare breasts. It felt wonderful, and I didn't even try to stop him. He took my hand and put it to his crotch. I could feel him and I began to rub his cock. Before I could even unbutton his shorts, I felt him pushing not only my shorts but my panties as well down my legs and past my ankles. I was naked on a bed with a boy, for the first time in my life, and I didn't even know his last name.

He began rubbing his hand over my bush, as sparse as it was. I don't have a lot of hair on my pussy, never have. I don't even need to trim it. It's there, but it is so thin that you can see right through it. He ran his finger up and down between my lips, and I felt a flood of moisture suddenly emerge from somewhere. His finger found my clit, he rubbed it briskly, and I responded with a pretty low moan. I had never, ever felt as excited as I was feeling right now. He was moving around me now, and I realized he had put my legs up over his shoulders and that he was between my legs and naked and then I felt him push his cock inside me. There was pain. A LOT of pain. I screamed out for him to stop because it hurt too much, but then he was in me, and I felt him sliding inside me and the pain went away and he was moving back and forth and I realized that he was fucking me, and I didn't see anything wrong with that at all. I was responding to his thrusts and getting very excited. His cock was driving into me and it felt strange, different but good. It was exciting, I was nervous, I was panting, and having a real hard time trying to get my breath and suddenly I was shaking and a jolt of electricity flew through my body and then I was calm. Tom was grunting as he hammered his cock into me, and then he groaned loudly and I felt the first splash of his cum. With each thrust then, I felt another shot of him splash against the walls of my vagina. That was a strange feeling, obviously new to me, but still very erotic and exciting.

We lay coupled together for some time. I felt his cock get soft, and he rolled out from between my legs.

"I didn't know you were a virgin," he said.

"I've never done anything like this with a boy before."

"I'm sorry I hurt you. I didn't know. But did you enjoy it then, after?"

"Yes. It's ok. It only hurt for a minute, and then you felt really good inside me, so..."

I didn't even finish my sentence when Bill appeared in the door way.

"Tom, take the one in the far bedroom, Nick's got the other one going already."

That didn't make any sense to me, and I really didn't understand until Tom stood up and gave me a quick kiss, and then walked out of the bedroom at the same time as Bill was sitting down next to me on the bed. I started to get up but he pushed me back down.

"Wait! What's going on?" I asked. "Where did Tom go and why are you here."

"Tom just went down the hall. We traded girls. It's my turn with you now."

With that he pushed me back completely, leaned over me and began sucking on my breasts. Somewhere deep inside me, something was telling me this was weird and wrong, but his caresses felt as good as Tom's and I could feel his hand rubbing my clit hard. I did nothing to stop him, and simply lay there being aroused. I could feel his cock against my leg too and I knew that he was hard. He slipped between my legs as Tom had done and in an almost perfectly smooth movement, pushed his cock inside me until he hit the end of my womb.

Bill was much thicker than Tom. I could feel the difference, as my vagina was being stretched as he entered me. He felt MUCH larger, so much so that it almost hurt for him to be inside me. This wasn't nearly as pleasurable. I was wincing every time he pushed in, and hoping that when he withdrew, it would be completely. But he kept pushing back in. How long can this take, I thought? But he kept going and going and it was really making me sore. And then he grunted and I felt him slam hard into me and his cock exploded on my insides.

Ashley had been the first of us to be led down the hall to a bedroom. I don't think she had drunk as much wine as Stacey and I had, but she was still willing to get separated from us and find herself flat on her back on a bed with a complete stranger. The boy she was with, Nick, had managed to remove her top and bra and was content to suck and caress her breasts for a long time. Ashley is the most developed of the three of us. The last time we went clothes shopping, she was wearing a 38 D cup bra. She had always been the most developed girl in our class, from about fifth grade on. Once we got to high school, there were a few girls who were larger, but not many. After a while, Nick unbuttoned her shorts and slipped his hand inside, pushing a finger directly down between her labia down into her pussy.

Ashley felt herself being penetrated by the finger of a guy whose name she did not even remember. This whole evening was cloudy; nothing was really clear to her. Everything about this felt a little strange, but she didn't feel a need to complain or to stop him from doing this. It just didn't feel very exciting. He continued to finger her for a while, but she didn't respond so he finally quit.

Nick pivoted around on the bed, pushed his own shorts to his ankles, and moved his very hard cock in front of Ashley's face.

"Suck on my cock, honey. Give me a good blow job. I need it."

Without batting an eye, and although she had never done it before, Ashley moved over Nick's cock and put her mouth on it. He sighed a little, pushed her head further down onto it and began pumping her face. She couldn't get away from his hands. They were holding her much too firmly and his cock was going almost all the way into her mouth and down her throat. She didn't even seem to mind when he exploded in her mouth. Though it caught her by surprise, she remembered what Peggy had told her and she began swallowing his load as fast as she could. Her only thought was that there was an awfully lot to swallow.

Nick rolled off the bed, picked up his shirt and walked down the hall before she even realized he was gone. Ashley was content to just lay on the bed, half naked and wait for him to return, and she was quite surprised when Tom came in the room, stark naked, instead. He moved quickly to her side before she could even say anything.

"You're still dressed?" he said in surprise.

"Well, kind of, I guess."

"Didn't he fuck you?"

"NO!" She said it so adamantly that Tom was actually surprised. He kissed her tenderly and murmured some comment about how nice her breasts were. He busied his hands caressing them, almost milking them as you would a cow, until he felt that her nipples were as hard as they would ever become. He slid his right hand lower, found that Nick already had her shorts unbuttoned, and pushed both her shorts and panties down her legs, then returning his hand directly to her pussy. He could feel her moisture, but she didn't seem very excited.

She was not the first girl he had encountered who was slow to warm up, but he knew that he could agitate her clit with his thumb and finger and eventually, she would beg to be fucked. He began in earnest to get Ashley excited. He rubbed her clit, then spread her labia and moved two fingers up and down between them, putting a great amount of pressure on the labia themselves, and ending each rubbing stroke against her clit. He pulled at her clit with his thumb and forefinger, and when he had a firm grip, twisted it provocatively back and forth. The tormenting of her clit was more than enough to overcome whatever it was that was dampening Ashley's enthusiasm. Two or three minutes of Tom almost abusing her clit generated the response that Tom was seeking.

A final hard twist and pull was all that it took for Ashley to moan out loud, "Oh God, fuck me, please. What have you done to me? I need you inside me now."

Tom kept twisting and pulling her clit, and Ashley's emotions went into a real spin. Her mind said she didn't want this to go any farther, but her body said the opposite. Finally she could stand it no more.

"Oh please, please fuck me. Please. I can't take any more." She was almost begging and crying at the same time.

Tom moved up, held his cock in his hand and rubbed the head up and down her lips until it was wet. Instinctively, Ashley lifted her knees and spread her legs wider to give him access. He pushed in, or tried to, and for the second time in one night, encountered a virgin.

"God damn!" he swore, "Are you all virgins?"

She didn't answer, but he didn't care. He held his cock firmly and then shoved through her membrane, not stopping until he felt their bodies slap one another. He felt her trying to make her hips back up as he was pushing in. She was actually trying to get away from his cock which, to him, was NEVER going to happen. Once she had backed up enough so that her head was against the head board, she was trapped. He "drilled her good" as he would brag to his friends later, right there on the bed. She continued to try to get out from under him, to get away from the cock that was driving into her--at least she continued for a while. At some point in time, she couldn't tell for sure just when, she stopped trying to escape and started rolling her hips upwards, trying to let him get all the way in.

Before he came, she had enjoyed two, and possibly three, real orgasms.

When he shot his wad into her cunt, she felt it. She felt warm and flushed, again. To his amazement, she said, "Thank you."

By the time Stacey had allowed herself to get flattened against the wall of the living room, she had already consumed more wine in one evening than she had in her first seventeen years of life. Whatever inhibitions controlled her in her relationships with her dates were not to be long for this world. When Bill escorted her to a bedroom, her head was really spinning, and it did not take much to convince her that everything was wonderful. After just a few minutes lying on a bed with him, he suggested that she get undressed. She thought that was a good idea, stood up, as best she could, peeled off her tee shirt and pushed her shorts to the floor, and promptly fell back on the bed naked. Bill looked at the body of his night's first conquest.

"Oh great! My little sister's got bigger boobs than this broad," he muttered aloud. That was Stacey alright. No boobs and a big furry bush. Why, he wondered, couldn't she have some of each, in moderation? Oh well, that's okay, he thought, because it had been a long time since he had seen a young girl with any pussy hair, much less one with a real full bush like Stacey's.