Chapter 4
Almost from the moment Phil parked the car at the drive-in Stacy knew that seeing a
movie was the last thing Phil and Betty were interested in. And the same was true of Al,
she was sure. Because the speaker wasn’t even turned up loud enough to be heard.
She didn’t really care about that, though. It was a Western and she figured that to see
one such epic was to see them all. Besides, by the way Betty and Phil had started
necking it looked as if they might put on a much better show.
Betty was wearing a dress, as Stacy was, and Phil’s hand was already caressing Betty’s
thighs where the hem had hiked high. Stacy leaned back and didn’t move away when
Al moved close and put his arm over her shoulder. She turned her face toward him and
he mashed his mouth against hers.
Al’s tongue darted out and licked back and forth across Stacy’s teeth and one of his
hands grabbed a breast and squeezed. She pulled her mouth away and pushed his hand
from the mound that’d instantly gotten taut-tipped and tingly.
“Take it easy, Al! I don’t even know you yet!”
“I’m sorry! I forgot about you being such an innocent kid! That’s the label Betty put on
you, anyhow.”
Betty pulled her mouth from Phil’s and looked into the back. “Don’t come on so
damned fast, Al. Give Stacy a chance to get in the mood, for Christ’s sake!”
“It’s more for Al’s sake,” Phil said, chuckling. “Come on, Betty. Give me the works.
That should be enough to at least get Stacy in the mood for some harmless necking.”
Al had pulled away from Stacy, seemingly pouting, and Stacy was sorry that she’d
reacted the way she had. It was mostly from habit. She’d liked Al’s kissing, his mouth
tasted of peppermint, but she’d always backed away from French-kissing with the few
boys she had kissed.
There was a short silence, uncomfortable for Stacy, as she’d told herself that she wasn’t
going to be like she’d always been, and it was a little shocking to hear Betty say that she
was really hungry for some cock.
Phil said, “There it is, baby. All primed and ready!”
Betty leaned her head over into Phil’s lap and Stacy didn’t resist the urge to move
forward to the edge of the seat for a better look. There was enough light for her to see
quite plainly. Betty was licking up and down on just about the entire length of Phil’s
thrusting cock.
There weren’t any other cars parked close by – not on each side, at least – and Stacy
felt that it was a good thing. She’d hate to be arrested on a morals charge. But she’d
heard drive-in movies described as passion-pits so she guessed it was safe enough. If she
could just stop being so afraid and force herself to become directly involved…
“God, but that feels great, Betty! You’re a cocksucker from the word go, baby, and the
best, but you’d better take it easy if you don’t want me flooding your greedy mouth! Let
me do you before I come!”
Betty had taken just about all of Phil’s hard cock in her mouth and then had started
sucking up and down on almost the entire length of the stiff shaft. Staring, fascinated,
her own passion soaring, Stacy had felt Al move over beside her. He was also watching
Betty suck Phil’s cock, but he didn’t touch Stacy with his hands.
Lifting her head, Betty settled back on the seat, her ass at the very edge. Phil slipped
from under the steering wheel and got on his knees on the floorboard between Betty’s
legs. Betty pulled the hem of her dress up even higher on her thighs, lifted her ass, and
quickly got the dress up around her waist. That left her lush lower body completely
exposed, as she wasn’t wearing panties. Talk about being prepared! Stacy thought.
Phil lowered his face and jabbed the tip of his tongue around her cuntal lips. Then he
used his fingers to spread those puffy lips. Betty moaned as he licked up through her
gaping gash. Stacy felt Al’s hand on her lower thigh, the one nearest him, and she
didn’t pull away.
Phil mashed his mouth against Betty’s cunt and she let out a little gasp. Stacy knew that
Phil had shoved his tongue into Betty’s pussy and she was sure that he was lapping and
maybe sucking on Betty’s clitoris.
Betty grabbed Phil’s hair, his bobbing head, and dug her fingers into his scalp. Stacy
could hear the slurpy sounds being made by Phil’s mouth and tongue. She felt Al’s
hand sliding higher on her thigh, under her dress, and she didn’t protest.
“I’m coming!” Betty suddenly blurted, lurching upward. “Oh, Stacy, you don’t know
how wonderful this feels or you couldn’t keep from trying it!”
Stacy’s inner cunt muscles were quivering. But she put a hand on Al’s hand and kept
him from moving it over to her crotch. She didn’t want him to finger-fuck her. Not
through her damp panties, anyhow!
Betty let out a series of little cries. She’d settled her ass back down upon the seat and
was squirming while clutching at Phil’s head. He was gripping her hips with his fingers.
Betty sagged limply and when Phil lifted his head there was enough light for Stacy to
see that his lips were glistening with Betty’s cunt juices. He licked his lips and Stacy
remembered that her own juices hadn’t tasted bad at all.
“Can you fuck me without coming, Phil? If you can, put it in and give me a few fast
strokes. Then I’ll blow you and I won’t be messy.”
“That’ll give me a chance to practice my self-control,” Phil said, chuckling. “But I can’t
give you many strokes fast or slow without blasting off!”
While speaking Phil had been moving into position, aiming his poking prick at Betty’s
pussy. She used one hand to place the blunt end where she wanted it and then moved
her hand out of the way. Phil shoved his hard cock all the way in with one quick
motion. Betty gasped and Stacy allowed Al to move his hand over and cup her crotch.
One finger scratched at her panties and she thought she was going to climax because of
that comparatively simple contact.
Phil pumped for maybe thirty seconds and then withdrew. He moved quickly, flopping
his ass down on the seat next to Betty, his cock thrusting stiffly and glistening with
Betty’s juices. Stacy fleetingly thought that there was more room in the back of the car,
then wondered if she really wanted to use it. She guessed she’d let Al tongue her
steaming snatch if he’d be satisfied to just do that.
Betty leaned over and took the wet cockhead into her mouth. She sucked furiously,
slipping one hand inside Phil’s pants and grabbing his balls. He grabbed her head
within a few seconds, blurted out that he was coming, and lurched upward, jamming
his cock deep into Betty’s throat.
Stacy couldn’t see much then, as Betty’s head was blocking her view, but she knew that
Phil’s cock was spurting – and it was easy to tell that Betty was swallowing the sperm.
Betty kept sucking until Phil pushed her away and Stacy could see that his cock was
getting soft.
“I can’t take much more of this, Stacy! You could at least let me get my hand on your
twat and you could be a good sport and jack me off!”
Al’s mouth was close to Stacy’s ear and his breath was warm. He’d shoved his finger
hard enough so that part of it and her thin panties were jammed between her pussy
lips. She was actually nearing an orgasm. Before she could tell him that she was willing
to remove her panties and let him tongue her, Betty turned around and spoke: “Stacy,
you might hate me now for what I’m going to say, but I really believe that it’ll help you
and that you’ll thank me later. I think that a degree of force should sometimes be used
to break down a girl’s puritanical morals and inhibitions so that she can learn to
appreciate the delights of sex. Phil, get back there and help Al! And, Stacy, if you raise
too much hell we’ll kick your ass out and let you get home the best way you can!”
“I never did go for using force!” Phil protested. “I’m not about to rape anybody, Betty!”
Al pulled away from Stacy and removed his hand from her crotch. “I don’t go for rape,
either!”
“I don’t want you guys to actually rape her,” Betty said. “Hell, just work on her until
she gets so hot she’ll be willing and eager to do just about anything. If you give her a
good going over I’ll bet that she’ll practically be begging for at least some tongue!”
Stacy didn’t say anything. She didn’t want to walk home. She hadn’t brought any
money with her and she didn’t want to hitchhike. She was glad that Betty had taken
charge of the situation, really, because it made it much easier to accept what she wanted
to happen. She sensed that Betty was using a little psychology just as she was sure that
if she really raised enough hell nothing would happen to her and she’d be taken home.
Phil zipped his pants, got out of the car, and then got in the back. Stacy was in the
middle. She leaned back and said that she wasn’t going to fight but that she wasn’t
going to help, either. Betty told the boys to strip Stacy naked, adding that she’d keep a
look-out.
Stacy was secretly glad that she was going to be naked. She wanted to have both of her
throbbing titties sucked on at the same time. She was so sexy-hot she was ready for just
about anything! She already felt as if she could start coming and never stop.
Al and Phil were very excited and therefore a little awkward, but they managed to get
her dress off without doing it any harm. She moved helpfully to prevent just that, and
was sure that if she didn’t want to have sex she wouldn’t have done that much.
As soon as they had her bra off, and she’d again moved her arms helpfully, Al went for
one thrusting, hard-tipped breast and Phil went for the other poking mound. The
sensation was just as wonderful as she’d thought so many times that it would be.
Within thirty seconds after a sucking mouth and a lapping tongue made contact with
each of her throbbing titties she was gripped in the throes of a blissful orgasm.
She moaned and squirmed her ass on the seat and dimly wished that they’d removed
her panties and at least shoved a finger into her palpitating pussy. But they’d be doing
other exciting things when they stopped sucking on her tingling tits – and in case they
didn’t, she’d tell them to!
Al moved his mouth to Stacy’s mouth just before she stopped spasming. She returned
his passionate kiss and even admitted his hot tongue. Then she sucked on the slippery
oral instrument until he pulled it from her mouth.
Their hands had been roaming all over and her entire body seemed to be one great
erogenous zone. Because each place that was touched caused her to react with blissful
feelings of sexual pleasure.
As soon as Al pulled his mouth and tongue from hers Phil was right there to take his
place. She returned Phil’s tongue-probing kiss just as passionately, even though she’d
sagged limply. She was still hot, even though she’d climaxed.
Phil returned to her throbbing breasts, kneading one spiked mound while he sucked on
the other, and Al got on his knees on the floor and began tugging her panties off. She
lifted her ass and then moved her legs so that he could peel the thin garment down and
off.
Al got between her legs and began kissing and licking her inner thighs. She saw that
Betty was watching, obviously with great excitement, and it dawned on her that she’d
just kissed Phil and lashed her tongue with his and he’d recently had his tongue in
Betty’s twat. But she guessed that too much time had passed for the taste of Betty’s
juices to remain.
Stacy’s thoughts were broken off as Al slithered his tongue between her moist cuntal
lips and probed deep. She moaned and lurched upward as she thrilled to the truly
delightful sensation. Al took the opportunity to slip his hands under and grab an
asscheek with each one.
She dropped her buttocks back down on his hands and he kneaded her ass with his
fingers as he tongue-fucked her. He swabbed the walls of her quivering cunt with the
flat of his tongue and she started the mad dash toward another climax.
“It does feel great, doesn’t it, Stacy! Al’s damned good with his tongue, I know – and so
is Phil, for that matter!”
Stacy didn’t answer. She knew that the way she was hunching along with Al’s mouth
and tongue was answer enough. Besides, she didn’t think that mere words could ever
describe or do justice to the tremendously wonderful pleasure she was experiencing. She
hazily wondered why the hell she’d waited so long to give in to her desires. And there
was more yet to come! She wanted to be fucked by Al – and by Phil, if he could get
another hard-on.
Betty had turned sideways on the front seat, her head turned, her eyes on Al’s bobbing
head. She reached out and rubbed the back of Al’s neck with one hand. Her other hand
was out of sight, seemingly in her lap, and Stacy decided that Betty might be finger-
fucking herself.
Phil pulled his needy mouth from the hard-nippled breast he was sucking at the
moment and asked Stacy if she was about to come. Almost at that same instant Al’s
tongue went to Stacy’s stiffened clitoris. The lapping, and then the sucking as the lips
clamped down and around on her elongated passion-button, caused Stacy to start
lurching and bucking and wriggling through a thrilling orgasm.
That was answer enough for Phil. Keeping right on squeezing one of her throbbing
titties, he lifted and mashed his open mouth to hers. He darted his tongue and she met
it with her own. She probed his hot mouth with her tongue, then Phil’s tongue was
darting in and out of her mouth in practically the same rhythm Al’s tongue was darting
in and out of her twitching pussy. Again she sagged limply, and again she was still hot,
even though she’d experienced just about the best climax ever.
Both tongues were pulled from the two places at about the same time. Al got out from
between Stacy’s legs and Phil went down on his knees. While Phil was getting between
Stacy’s legs Al was moving up onto the seat beside Stacy. She accepted Al’s wet lips and
then his tongue, getting a special thrill out of the taste and the fact that she was sucking
on a tongue that’d just probed her cunt.
Phil licked her wet gash and sucked around on the outer cuntal lips. He even nibbled
with his teeth before snaking his hot tongue into her equally hot twat. Al broke the
passionate, tongue-probing kiss and moved his mouth down to one of her spiked
breasts. Since she’d already had two delightful orgasms Stacy was able to coast along,
enjoying the lavish oral attentions to the utmost, but no longer so deliriously passionate
that she was half out of her mind.
“I hope you aren’t angry with me, Stacy!”
There wasn’t enough light for Stacy to see Betty’s eyes, but she could see that Betty’s
expression was serious.
“No, Betty, I might be sorry later, but I’m not angry with you or with anybody else.”
“That takes a load off my mind,” Betty said. “Even if I was sure that if I told the guys to
apply a little pressure on you it’d turn out this way. I guess you’re ready to be fucked
now.”
Al pulled his mouth from Stacy’s throbbing breast and said that it might be a little
messy in the car. “Besides,” he added, “I’ve never had the desire to pop a girl’s cherry.
I’m not even sure that I want to take the responsibility.”
Phil pulled his mouth and tongue from Stacy’s clit and cunt, lifted his head, and licked
his wet lips. “I’m not going to force you to take me on, Stacy, but I’ll give you your first
fuck if you’ll just tell me in front of these witnesses that you want me to.”
Stacy was glad that Phil had stopped lapping her cunt. She’d been getting close to
starting the blissful dash toward another orgasm and she didn’t want to make such an
important decision while she had a tongue in her pussy. Why shouldn’t she go all the
way? She wanted to feel a cock inside her cunt and she was no longer all that innocent,
anyhow.
“I have a confession to make,” Stacy said, suddenly wanting to be fucked more than
anything she’d ever wanted in her life. “I really don’t have a cherry. Oh, I’ve never had
a cock jammed in there, but I’ve been masturbating for a long time and once I used a
handle of a hair brush and got a little rough.”
Phil chuckled and said that was what he called honesty. Then he said that since he was
already in position he’d do the honors if it was all right with Stacy.
Al protested, saying that he was Stacy’s date and that Phil had already fucked and been
sucked off by Betty and that his nuts were starting to ache.
Betty said that it was only fair that Al got first crack at his date and that maybe Stacy
would give them both a piece of ass.
Saying that he didn’t mind taking seconds, and that it wouldn’t be the first time he’d
banged a wet pussy, Phil moved from between Stacy’s legs. As Al quickly got down and
took Phil’s place, Betty told Stacy that maybe she’d better give a verbal okay so that
there wouldn’t be any yelling about rape later.
“Just so I don’t have to take a cock into my mouth,” Stacy said. “I don’t think I’m ready
to try that and I may never be!”
Al had been hurriedly lowering his pants and shorts. Stacy couldn’t see his cock,
because of the darkness and the position he was in, but Phil had lifted and was sitting
beside her, his cock out in the open and stiffly thrusting. She decided that he must’ve
taken it out while he was going down on her. She resisted the impulse to reach out and
touch the poking organ, wondering if it’d feel as hard as it looked, then telling herself
that once she’d actually been fucked she might lose the last of her inhibitions.
Stacy wasn’t all that nervous once she made up her mind that she definitely wanted to
be fucked. That was partly because she’d already had two different tongues in her cunt,
she thought – and partly because when she made up her mind to do something she
usually did it.
Al snuggled in close and told Stacy to shove her ass out a little closer to the edge of the
seat cushion. She obeyed and that caused most of her weight to be on her back and
shoulders. She thought about putting her hand down to do the guiding, but she
hesitated too long.
“I’ll take it easy,” Al said, placing the blunt end of his stiff cock against the crack
between her cuntal lips. “Not that I think I’m going to last very long!”
Stacy felt that she’d be melting and creaming almost as soon as her steaming snatch
was penetrated. Al pushed and the crown slipped in. He left the swollen glans buried
right there and she knew right away that she was going to enjoy the hard, hot cock a
hell of a lot more than she had her finger or the various other objects.
Al shoved his prick on in, slowly and carefully, and Stacy couldn’t keep from pushing
forward to get more of it deeper more quickly. The sensation was truly wonderful. She
felt his pubic hairs meeting and mingling with hers as his stiff shaft probed the very
depths of her clinging cunt.
She didn’t know how long his cock was, but he was hitting bottom. She clamped down
on the hard flesh and muscle as she’d so often done on her finger. He groaned, pulled
almost out, then pushed all the way in again.
Al had his hands on her hips and his upper body was upright. As he began making in
and out thrusts, the slow movements causing little rippling waves of ecstasy to spread
throughout Stacy’s body, she began to hunch along with him.
“How is it?” Betty asked excitedly.
“Oh, it’s great! Wonderful! Beautiful!”
Al quickened the tempo of his thrusts. Phil leaned on Stacy’s nearest breast. Without
missing a stroke, Al leaned over and began sucking on her other spiked mound. She
saw that Betty had reached over and was stroking Al’s humping ass. Stacy put one hand
on Al’s head and her other hand on Phil’s head. She felt as if she might’ve suddenly
gone to heaven.
She’d met Al’s faster pace. He slipped his hands under, grasped her wriggling ass, lifted
his mouth from her throbbing tit, and really began pouring it to her. She moved just as
fast, wriggling her ass wildly, sure that he was about to come, just as sure that she was
going to climax with him.
“Oh, God!” she exclaimed. “Oh, sweet Jesus!”
Phil lifted his mouth and tongue from her other throbbing tit, seemingly to watch.
Betty was still stroking Al’s pumping ass. Stacy felt Al falter, then go tense, his cock
buried deep and jerking spasmodically. She felt the hot sperm spurt and she melted into
a glorious climax. She clamped down on the spewing shaft and Al mashed his mouth to
hers. But the passionate kiss didn’t last long after they both became still except for
Stacy’s inner muscles twitching around the cock that hadn’t lost its hardness.
Al started pumping again and Phil said, “Oh, no you don’t, buddy-boy! It’s my turn
now! With your permission, Stacy!”
“Go ahead,” Stacy said. “I think I’ve wasted enough time with my finger!”
Al had stopped his thrusts and pulled his stiff shaft out. He’d gotten a handkerchief
from his pocket at some point. He wiped his cock and dabbed at Stacy’s dribbling cunt
before moving out of the way.
Phil had been getting to his knees on the floor and dropping his pants and shorts. One
hand grasping the thick base of his poking prick, he placed the big head against Stacy’s
gaping gash. He shoved and his cock slipped in much easier than Al’s had because of
Al’s deposited sperm. He went all the way in with one motion, balls deep, and his rigid
rod seemed to be about the same length as Al’s.
Stacy moved along with Phil when he started his thrusts, thrilling to the wondrous
sensation, telling herself that she’d been stupid for waiting so long to start fucking – or
getting fucked. It was the greatest, really, and now she could even understand why Betty
had used the pony’s big cock!
Phil didn’t last all that much longer than Al had, despite the fact that he’d shot off in
Betty’s mouth. But when he tensed and his cock jerked spasmodically, spraying Stacy’s
clasping and clinging cunt with gobs of hot semen, she soared to another shuddering
orgasm.
Betty had also stroked Phil’s humping ass. Al, his cock still poking, had just watched.
When Stacy and Phil stopped their movements, both breathless, Betty said that she was
as hot as hell and needed some fucking. Al said that he was ready, able, and more than
willing.
Phil lifted his face from where he’d buried it between Stacy’s breasts. “My folks aren’t
home, and I know they’ll be away until at least midnight, so I suggest that we go where
we can be more comfortable and continue this fun session.”
Betty and Al both said that Phil had a great idea, then Betty asked Stacy if it was all
right with her.
“I do need a bath or shower,” Stacy said.
“Then let’s haul ass,” Betty said. “Hell, we might even turn this into a minor orgy!”