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CHAPTER TWO

"Damn, you really got told of a good one on the first round, didn't you?" Freda said as she prepared a douche to clear out the residue of sixteen loads of jizz which had been squirted into her cunt in a single night. She splashed a little water into her cunt between customers, but when the night's work was over, she really cleaned her twat out. Tuesday usually did, but her cunt was too tender now.

"Yeah, I let her eat my snatch for the rest of the summer. By fall, she was tired of me, and I was pretty tired of her. I will say it was good. She was a hell of a lot better than most of the men I've known."

"Well, you don't fuck these square idiots who pay, like, you know, not for real?"

"Fuck them for real! Good Christ. Most of 'em wouldn't know which end of a dick to stick in if I didn't show 'em. Hell, they remind me of the first sure enough cock I ever got. It was the fall after Miss Douche had got me started. Seemed like all the girls had suddenly got awful interested in guys and what they were supposed to have between their legs.

Bobo Wilder was a walking curiosity among his contemporaries at Valley View High School. His dick was eight and a half inches long-on hard, as they said-and not only did he possess this astounding piece of masculine equipment, but when it was properly stimulated, it could shoot a glob of milky white cum out the end. Not dribble-shoot! The other guys, who unashamedly worshiped Bobo did well to get a trace of dampness on their tools when they whipped them so feverishly in bed at night. Bobo was above and beyond jacking off in bed.

"Hell, what would I do with all that cum? Shit, it's enough to starch a bed sheet stiff. My old lady would shit!"

"That's right," they would echo. "She'd sure as hell shit!"

Bobo had never had a piece of pussy!

He glanced about to measure the prospects of the home stand of available cunt. There was not great promise, and yet… Hey, look at that mouse over there. Look at that Tuesday Noir! Titties bulging there, and, oh, what a pretty ass!

"I'd let her shit in my face just to see where it came from," one eager guy observed as Tuesday's butt switched by in the hall.

"Shit," Bobo said, not to be topped. "I'd eat a turd fifty miles long and drink a bucket of piss at every crossroads just to get a sniff of her pussy."

So, because another had made the observation about taking a fecal face smear, Bobo decided that Tuesday was to be the recipient of his monster cock.

Having resolved to sink his dick into Tuesday, Bobo dried up his own income.

He talked with her at lunch and when he could between classes, and then he walked her home and loitered about until her mother called her inside, and gave Bobo a distinctly unfriendly sniff as she banged the door shut. He had to remain seated on the steps for a little while to permit his tool to go down. Bobo got a hard-on every time he looked at Tuesday.

Then, the second day, after being chased away again by her mother, Bobo encountered a serious and disturbing problem. Deep in the darkness of his bedroom, his mind wandered to the wondrous roundness of Tuesday's tight ass, and as he turned this phenomenon over in his mind, his tool rose. His cock was so hard it actually ached, and he fought to keep his hands off his suffering meat.

Goddamn, he had to have relief. But he had sworn a solemn oath that he would not jack off. He would save his cum to shoot it into Tuesday's cunt. But, goddamn, he was hot! His nuts were aching.

He wanted to whip that skin back and forth, wanted to feel the head of Ails tool swell in his hand as he neared orgasm. No! I can't wait! I must! Jesus, he was going out of his mind in a lather of impatient sweat. In desperation, he rolled over on his stomach.

Aaaaah! As soon as his body was pressing his cock into the warmth and softness of the mattress, he was aflame.

To hell with what he had said! Tuesday's teasing

ass wavering in his mind, he began to hunch his tool into the mattress, wiggling his ass about on the downstroke to bury his meat as far in the goodness of the stuffing as he could. He pulled the covers into a knot between his legs so that his balls were supported and pushed upward.

Oh, it was mighty, mighty good! He was going to come. He knew it. And what about the sheet? Fuck it! It would just have to be there.

The next day, after a couple of false starts, Bobo took the bull by the horns and asked Tuesday if he could come over to see her that weekend. She was admittedly tickled pink, but at thirteen, her folks discouraged real dates. Maybe an afternoon stroll to the picture show, she suggested. He agreed, and they were both looking forward with hot pants to the mode. And, not strangely, each of them was trying to figure a way not to see the show.

"Hey, tell you what!" Bobo said when they were walking alone down the street toward the theater. "It's such a nice day, and the leaves are turning and all… uh… why don't…uh.. we..uh.."

"Take a walk in the woods instead of going to the movie?" Tuesday prompted.

"Yeah… that's it!" he seized on her words. "That's a great idea."

So they joined hands and walked into the woods, and made their way through paths of diminishing clarity to the old rock quarry. There were countless crevices and little caves where anyone could hide undetected, and it was into one of the larger caves that Bobo led Tuesday.

She followed eagerly. Not that she was prepared to offer her pussy up, but she did want to be with the big guy about whom she had heard such enticing stories. She was certain his tool was as big as everyone said, because she could see the outline of his cock when he walked.

He took her by both hands and faced her

squarely. "Tuesday, you're pretty," he said awkwardly. "I don't know much about how to tell you, but you know what I want?"

"No," she gasped breathlessly. "What?"

"I want to see you without no clothes on.

Tuesday tried to look dumb. "What for?" she said. "You mean get naked here in the cave?"

"That's right," he said, feeling his cock rising as she seemed to consider his request. "I'd get naked, too, if you'd let me."

"Then what?" she asked with about 50-percent innocence, and 50-percent hard-core curiosity.

"We could lie down and rub up against each other," he said. "I'd let you feel me… all over, and I could feel you."

Tuesday felt a tug in her britches. She really wanted to sample his tool; she wanted to see what it would be like to fuck a guy. But she hesitated. Her mother had filled her with great dread of the day when her virtue would be sacrificed to the lusts of a man. And Miss Douche had warned her as well.

So much fear of an erected cock had been poured into her that Tuesday could not shake it all over in a moment or two. She really had no desire for him to shove his dick into her pussy; rather, she wanted to feel his strong young muscles holding her, and she felt that it would be a worthwhile thrill to touch her boobies against the hardness of his chest.

"Is that all?" she asked; "Just to feel each other?"

He was sheepish. Bobo couldn't tell the girl a lie.

Hell, he was a straight-shooter and she was being straight. "You want me to tell the truth?"

"Yes, I sure do," she said.

"I was hoping we could fuck!"

He had said it. He held his breath, and to his surprised gratification, the roof of the cave remained intact.

Tuesday had never heard anybody give voice to

F-U-C-K. Nice girls spelled it or never used the term. Miss Douche made love; she did not fuck or suck. But Tuesday knew exactly what fleck meant.

It meant the keen slippery tool of a guy oozing its way into a cunt end touching parts up inside of a girl which were beyond tongues or fingers.

Her mother, Elmira, had hinted darkly that one cock insertion might be sufficient to drive a girl out of her mind. The best policy was to avoid dicks and the guys they were hung on. Nothing but trouble could come, but Tuesday was enthralled and enchanted. She wanted to see him naked and to lay her bare hands on his up surging dick. Throwing caution to the winds, and succumbing totally to her desire and her curiosity, Tuesday said:

"Okay, but you're not gonna hurt me, are you?"

"Oh, no…no…!" he stammered. "Not a bit. I'll feel ever so gentle."

She began to take off her clothes in a businesslike manner, and was almost naked, down to her bra and panties, when she noticed that Bobo had not begun to disrobe.

"Whatcha waiting on?" she said. "Go ahead!"

"I will, I will," he said. "I'm just waitin' a

minute."

"What for?"

But Bobo was embarrassed. Instinctively, Tuesday knew what his problem was. So, clad only in her underthings, a circumstance which made his cock jump and leap inside his pants, she walked close to him and tenderly took his prick in her hand. He gasped.

"Look, Bobo. I'm gonna see it in a minute anyway. Don't be scared. Heck, it was your idea to start with."

"I know," he said, bristling. "I ain't scared."

To prove it, he jerked his shirts over his head, and pushed his loafers off. Then he pulled off his socks. Well, there was nothing else to do. He flipped his fly open, and his pants fell about his ankles, and his shorts were not far behind.

His cock was the loveliest thing Tuesday had ever seen. It was eight inches… maybe longer. And it had a certain obtuse beauty about it. The shaft was well formed, and it supported the head proudly. Bobo was not mature enough for his balls to swing, but they were clearly visible. Tuesday was thrilled.

"I've felt yours," she said. "Do you want to feel mine?"

Bobo licked his lips. He let his hand slide up the

smooth inside of her thighs. Oh, how velvet soft it was! His whole being throbbed with desire and appreciation. What a wonderful creature a girl was! As his wandering fingers approached the junction of her legs, Tuesday instinctively allowed her knees to part, and this opened up her pussy and its mysterious hole.

Bobo panted. His whole was fluttering as he neared her cunt. Down the exit tube of his dick, he felt a tiny droplet of cooze ease out and was flushed, back over the head of his cock by Tuesday's hand. She was stroking his prick, and he was certain that if she persisted, he would shoot off. But he was no longer embarrassed. He was enthralled; in fact, he was all but hypnotized by the wonder of her body.

As he felt between her legs, letting his curious finger part the lips of her pouting pussy, he moved in as close to her as he could. Their bodies touched, and he could feel her tits against his chest. Oh, it was something else! Goddamn! Wait 'til he told the guys about this! But the hell with the story telling. He was on the verge of getting his dick dipped in the honey hole of a real cunt.

"Tuesday," he croaked in her ear, "can we lay down?"

"Lie down," she corrected his grammar. "What for? We can feel each other okay standing up, can't we?"

"It's better lying down," he said. "Besides, this is making me as weak as water. I want to pull you up close to me."

Tuesday was only human, and she wanted to feel Bobo as much as he wanted to feel her. "Okay," she said. "Let's get down, but I got to have something under me. I can't lie down in the dirt."

Bobo used his pants and underwear for a blanket and they both lay down on it.

Without a word, they turned to face each other.

She reached around Bobo and pulled him up to her, and met his mouth with a searing, tongue-fucking kiss. He was unfamiliar with real kissing techniques, but he had overheard enough conversations in the pool room to know what to do. He shoved his tongue out to meet Tuesday's, and allowed his cock to replace his hand between her legs.

Now that was more like it! The warmth of her thigh was sooo good! His cock throbbed and juiced.

Tuesday knew what was "going on because she had been thoroughly accustomed to a juicing genital. Emilia's cunt had flowed like the river Jordan when they had been eating each other's pussies. She was not then surprised to feel Bobo's hot dampness on her body.

She tiled to maneuver herself so that she would be able to straddle his leg and work her cunt against the muscles of his thigh. But he was not cooperative. In fact, he did not understand her maneuver. He kept pushing until his cock slopped up against her pussy hole, and when Tuesday felt that searing meat pressing on her cunt, she forgot all about trying to hunch his leg.

Oooooh! His dick was hot! She worked her hips about and dragged her clit over the raw head of his drenched cock. Bobo gasped, and reached around to grab her by the cheeks of her ass.

Tuesday had not intended to allow him to shove his cock inside her cunt, but when Bobo took hold of the bouncy cheeks of her ass, she responded by slipping a finger inside his asshole.

Bobo was proud of the fact that when the guys were beating each other off and having cock measuring contests he had never allowed anybody to fool around with his asshole. Anybody, he believed, who would suffer a cock up his asshole was a fink and a pervert. But Tuesday's finger was a different ballgame. It was at first a searing pain as she forced her way past the puckering muscle of his shithole, but after she was inside, somehow, it felt good. Goddamn! He thought he would come and shit, in that order… or simultaneously, and he didn't care. She had transported him to new heights with her finger probing his asshole.

Bobo used his hand to guide the head of his cock right in the mouth of her pussy, Oh, it was rough going! The ground they lay on was rocky, and they both picked up a number of bruises in the course of their action. But ft was so damn good!

Tuesday felt his prick probing into her hole, and a fleeting thought of caution swept over her mind. She must not fuck! There might be a baby. God! It would be the very worst thing, and yet…

"Bobo, are you trying to stick it in me?" she asked, trying not to strangle on his tongue.

"Yes! For God's sake, open your legs wider so I

can get it in."

"Do you love me?" she asked, all woman.

And he was all man. "Of course I love you," he whispered almost savagely. "Do you think I would want to stick it in someone I didn't love?"

That was all Tuesday needed to hear. She allowed her legs to flop open and her pussy, bearing only the faintest suggestion of hair, was there and ready to receive his cock.

Bobo growled and raised himself up an his knees. He pointed his cock into her cunthole which she obligingly held open for him.

Neither of them was prepared for what took place. Tuesday felt the constriction of her too-tight pussy as the lips gave way to his prick. The oversized meat went sliding through the ripped tissue and bloody passage of her cunt.

Tuesday was crying out with pain, and trying to back her ass away and push Bobo off at the same time.

He, too, experienced pain, but it was at once dismissed as the greater pull of his hot meat drove him onward. He had no trouble after the initial and painful thrust was accomplished. He went in all the way, and having touched bottom, he was not long in blasting his come right in the depths of her cunt. He started shooting off, and kept spilling the goo. Whew! His balls ached, and he wanted to get all the way up inside of her cunt. Tingles ran over his body as his prick quivered from the thrilling pain.

Although painful, his cock had given her a new thrill, and aroused in her a new desire. She knew

right then that she would never again be satisfied to have some girl lick around on her pussy. She would need manmeat, lots of it. Right there, as Bobo spewed his semen in her hole, she acquired a taste for cock which would be the undoing of her whole life.

"Sounds like he did a pretty good job," Freda said. "I wish to God I could run into somebody like him right now. Hell, I'd love to have a stiff-cocked one more time."

"Yeah, he wasn't bad," Tuesday agreed, smiling. "Not bad at all!"