Eunice Muncie loved to fuck. She was only seventeen, but she couldn't remember when she hadn't been fucking. But the real fun started when Richard Farr and his buddies started screwing her.
Of course, it was just Richard at first. He took her to his house when his folks weren't home, arid ploughed it to her right in his bedroom.
It was nice for Eunice. She didn't get to fuck very often in a bed. Most of the boys would pump their cocks into her in the back seat of a car, or sometimes out in a field on a blanket.
Eunice came real good on Richard Farr's dick. He had a nice one. She opened her eyes to tell him so, and there – right in front of her – were his buddies all standing around the bed.
She knew them all. She'd gone to school with them before she'd gotten kicked out.
There was Roger Batini. He was cute, and the girls said he had a big cock. Bruno Carl was an enormous boy, a tackle on the football team. He was ugly, but Eunice had always harbored a fancy about fucking him. Sammy Gaff was almost a midget beside the rest of them, but the way his mouth was slobbering over her tits, he obviously liked her.
And then there was sad-faced George Reems. He was tall and blonde and shy and quiet. She didn't know much about George, but she guessed she liked him. He never talked much.
"You know all my buddies, don't you, Eunice?" Richard said, rolling off her and rubbing his wet dick on her thighs.
"Oh, sure. Hi, fellas."
All of them said, "Hi!" and Sammy Gaff leaned over and kissed one of her tits.
"Jesus Christ, Eunice, you got some set of jugs!"
"Why, thank you, Sammy!"
"I wanna shove my dick up your pussy, Eunice… is that all right with you?" Sammy asked, and pulled his little cock out of his jeans.
"Why, sure, Sammy," Eunice said. "As long as it's okay with Richard. He's my date tonight."
Richard was laughing so hard he could hardly answer her. "Sure, honey, sure," he finally managed. "That's what this is all about! We're gonna have us a little party… and you're gonna provide the entertainment!"
So Sammy crawled up between Eunice's thighs. He grabbed her tits as Bruno and Roger pulled his pants and shorts down. Eunice giggled. He was so short that, with his cock near her cunt, he hardly had to bend his head to suck the huge melons of her tits.
He might have been small, but Eunice responded to him as she did to any boy that mounted her. She went wild.
Every touch of those hard fingers sent electric shock waves tingling through her. And then his lips and tongue came into play – softer, gentler, but even more tantalizing on the tender nipple points – while his hands moved over her ribs and thighs and belly, kneading and squeezing underneath her ass, rocking her from below, and finally probing the soft hairs and warm wetness of her hot cunt.
She dimly heard and only vaguely remembered afterwards the chatter that never ceased for a moment, all the time her body was being mauled by Sammy.
"Suck me! Suck it to me…"
"Ooooo, whatta setta titties!"
"What's the flavor, Sam? How about a little sugar on that."
"Take a bite for me, too, baby…"
"Sweeeeet, sweet pussy."
There was a new finger groping between her legs – hard, hot, blunt – digging at the hole of her pussy with unbearable tickling. And then the white hot dick rammed in, in one lunging stab, blotting out all other consciousness. She was filled with fire, her arms reaching out to grab the air, her legs wide open, stretching, straining, as far apart as they could go, in absolute surrender to the little dick splitting her up the middle.
"Oh, Sammy, Sammy!" she wailed. "You got a little dick, but you sure as shit know how to use it!"
Then it was pounding, pounding, slamming into her with pile-driver strokes. The fire of his first penetration was cooling down now. But a new tide of voluptuous sensations was building and spreading, a thousand times more than anything before, from cunt to belly and all through her, until her whole body was one great quivering, pulsing, oozing cunt, bubbling over with the joyous juices of unbearable orgasm.
She came twice on Sammy's little dick. Then he crawled off her and shouted, "Next!"
"Oh, no, not yet," Richard said. "I want her to do a little show for us first. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Eunice?"
"Oh, yeah," the big girl said, clapping her hands together and rocking on the bed so her enormous tits did a dance on her chest.
"Hey, Rich," George Reems said, his voice quiet but filling the room. "Maybe that's goin' too far. I mean, granted she's got the body of a woman, but her head is still in fourth grade."
"Oh, come on, George… she wants to!" Richard said.
"Sure, she does," Bruno said, reaching over and mauling one of her big tits. "You'd like to shake those big jugs for us, wouldn't ya, Eunice honey?"
"Sure."
So George was overruled and Richard quickly explained to Eunice what they expected of her.
Eunice was proud of her body. She loved to show it off. So she caught on fast. That's about all Eunice ever did catch on fast to the uses to which she could put her body.
Richard was applauding. He leaped to her with a cry of triumph and hugged her from behind, his hands clamping her gold mine tits in a loving squeeze.
"Baby, that's all you have to do. You got the whole act right there. Walk a little, bounce a little, turn around once or twice, bend over and just shake 'em till the milk turns to cream. Man, we're never gonna let you off stage once you turn that on!" Then he moved to the stereo, started the music, and sat with the other boys to watch. "Now when I turn the lights on, you go, Eunice!"
"Okay," the girl agreed, in her best baby-doll voice.
She took a position in the middle of the room, arms folded across her tits, while the lights were out. When the light went on, there she stood, stark naked, smiling shyly, trying to keep her eyes straight ahead as she'd been coached to do. She nudged her tits up high on her forearms, and then suddenly dropped her hands to her sides so that the great globes fell SPLAT onto her ribs – two great quivering jelly-bombs, with the nipples flaming red.
The noise never let up from then on. The boys were going crazy as she walked all around, the way Richard had showed her – bouncing provocatively, and then leaning slowly forward in the full glare of the bright light, reflected in the straining eyeballs of every boy in the room.
The stereo let out a screaming chord, and then went pounding into a hard rock tune, and she began her shoulder-wiggling and tit-jiggling business right oil the first beat. The boys clapped hands right along with it, and soon they were all up out of their seats and crowding for a closer look at the great earth mother and her flailing, leaping, jitterbugging tits.
Eunice went on and on with it, for no one had told her when to quit. But finally the music rose to a shriek and cut off abruptly, putting an end to it. She stood for a moment, panting and smiling uncertainly while they all clapped and cheered for an encore.
But Bruno couldn't take an encore. He ripped off his jeans, threw her on the floor and fell between her thighs. "Gonna fuck you, Eunice! Gonna ram my prick clear up to your tits through your pussy! All right?"
"I guess so," Eunice nodded. "If Richard says it is. He's my date tonight."
"Fuck him, Eunice," Richard laughed. "Fuck his cock right off!"
"All right, Bruno, fuck me!" she cried.
She was flat on the floor, her feet planted wide apart on the carpet. In that position she opened to him and took his dick into her cunt with one supple motion of her hips.
She locked her legs around his back, then reached up and caught each of his arms in a tight grip, and pulled him down on top of her. Her hips pounded against him in a frantic rhythm, and her heels drummed on his ass as she raked his back with her sharp nails. He responded to her urgings with bull-like vigor.
"Oh, yes, Bruno! Pound me! Oh shit, you got a cock like a horse… fuck me with it!"
She closed her eyes and thought about how nice Richard was to her, taking her out and spending money on her and then sharing her like this, letting her have all this wonderful cock to fuck.
And especially Bruno's cock. It was huge. When he rammed it hard into her pussy, it felt like it went clear through her guts and right on up to her tits.
She urged him again to fuck her harder.
He was rough. He hurt her, but she welcomed the roughness, the pain. "Harder! Hurt me! Oh, hurt me!"
Then all thought was washed away by a flood of pleasure so intense that she thought she would faint. She raced toward a come with this muscular brute that was fucking her so wonderfully. Her ecstasy broke as a great shudder shook his body like a convulsion. She screamed in his ear. Her pleasure went on and on. She was sure she couldn't bear it.
Then her body heaved against his, almost throwing him off her, and she collapsed beneath him, her very bones seeming to melt and run out through her pores at the heat of their passion.
And then she fainted.
It could only have lasted for a second or so, for she soon was aware that Bruno was gone and there was another hard cock in her cunt.
She opened her eyes. Roger Batini was fucking her now. His cock was even bigger than Bruno's!
Eunice had never been loved so much in one night. She was in heaven!
She fucked and sucked all five of the guys twice apiece that night. George Reems wouldn't fuck her in front of the other guys, so Richard let him take her into another room to screw her.
George was funny. He was gentle, and he touched her a lot before he put his cock in her. Also, he kept whispering in her ear about how he loved her and how beautiful she was.
Eunice enjoyed fucking George. But she liked the rough way the other boys – like Bruno and Richard – fucked her. It was more exciting. She also kind of liked being watched while she fucked.
She didn't come on George's cock.
After that first night, Richard called bet about once a week to go have a fuck session with the boys, either at his house in town, if his folks were away, or the cabin his dad owned out by the lake. A couple of times they just met uptown at the drug store by accident and went out to a field and she fucked them all on a blanket.
And then one day, to Eunice's surprise, Richard called and invited her out to the cabin for a whole weekend. She readily accepted.
"Mom, I got invited out to the lake for the weekend!"
"That's nice, Eunice. Take some warm clothes. It's cold out there at night."
"Sure, Mom. See you Monday!"
Eunice forgot to even take a bag as she skipped out the door for a whole weekend of fucking.
"What friends would invite Eunice for a weekend?" her father asked.
"I don't know," her mother replied, "but Eunice has become very popular lately."
Her father shrugged. It didn't matter to him. It was nice getting Eunice out of the house. She bothered him, with her constant sing-song speech and her vacant, staring eyes.
God, it was just his luck to have conceived an idiot daughter. Well, at least she had a great body. Somebody would get some good out of her – someday.
Eunice met Richard at the drug store. "I forgot to bring a bag," she said as they walked to the car.
"That's okay," Richard chuckled. "Shit, we ain't gonna wear anything all weekend anyway!"
"Oh, goody!" Eunice said, sliding across the seat of the car and pulling his dick out of his pants. "Want me to suck you off on the way?"
"Suit yourself," Richard said, sliding his hand down the front of her blouse until it was filled with one of those glorious tits. "Goddam, Eunice, we're gonna give these one hell of a workout this weekend!"
"Oh, goody!" Eunice said, dropping her face over his meat and sucking as if her life depended on it.
It had been a week since Valerie had been fucked by Richard Farr and he still hadn't called.
She was getting desperate. She loved him, and she loved the wild screwing she had received from Richard's beautiful cock.
Why didn't he call? Was he unhappy with her? God, she had been a virgin and she had given herself to him. Didn't that mean anything to him?
She needed him, needed it so badly. She had masturbated at least twice every night since she had fucked him.
Now it was Friday night. She was alone again in her room and she could feel the need rising in her body. She was on her bed, day-dreaming, almost feeling Richard's beautiful dick slamming in and out of her little pussy.
Her mouth was parted, and her brain was spinning with the heat of her growing lust. She flailed her head from side to side on the pillow, her long hair swirling in a jangled cascade of shimmering loveliness. The quilt was thrown from over her trembling form now, falling to the foot of the bed as her hands continued their mad pace up and down, down and around, teasing her fevered flesh into even more intense arousal. Her brain was alive with thoughts of Richard's wonderful cock fucking her warm, wet pussy.
She arched her back, her hands moving behind and under her to quickly unsnap the catches on her bra. She had to have her big soft tits free, to touch the hard pink nipples without the clothing. She pulled her bra off, tossing it to the floor beside her bed. Her hands engulfed the huge, luscious round balls of tit-flesh. Slowly, rhythmically, she began to pinch and roll the nipples back and forth, squeezing them and then releasing them, squeezing, releasing.
The entire time she was thinking, no, no, this is wrong, it's silly! I'm playing with myself! I'm a real woman now, I've been fucked, and yet I'm lying here and playing with my tits. It's silly, but – oh, it feels so good… so good!
Her right hand left her tit and moved slowly down, over her belly to the elastic waistband of her panties. In spite of her feeling of guilt at what she was doing, she knew that she couldn't stop herself from going to the finish.
"Oh, cock, cock, cock feels so good filling my hot pussy!" she moaned.
She was pulling her panties down now, drawing them sensuously over her hairy cunt while her other hand continued to stroke the nipple of one soft tit. She raised up on the bed, pulling the thin garment over her ankles, her eyes tightly shut, so that she was completely nude.
She lay back again, the one hand on her soft and sensitive tit, the other stroking first one inner thigh, then the other. Valerie avoided for the moment the moist hole of lust which was her cunt. Then, when she could stand the pressure no longer, her eager hand jumped to the hot, glistening folds of her pussy, pressed against it there as she again brought her legs up off the bed and spread her thighs wide apart. Her pussy was opened wide under her fingers, and she inserted a stiff finger into the soft wet folds of her gently clasping cunt hole.
She imagined that it was Richard's hand, his finger touching her pussy, stroking her there. She imagined it was he who was now manipulating the softly hair-lined lips until they seemed to be swollen with blood the way his prick was swollen with blood, until her clit was as hard as his cock was hard.
She found her miniature dick with the tip of her searching finger and began to tease it back and forth, running her fingernail around the quivering nub until the waves of pleasure rippled through her belly.
The sensations caused her to jackknife her legs back against her chest, mashing her big soft tits flat. Her ass, white moons of soft, flawless flesh, jerked and twisted under her finger-fucking, and she could feel the sweat beading on her face and matting her hair to her scalp.
I want to be fucked! I want cock! Oh, God, doesn't Richard love me? Doesn't he desire my pussy anymore?
"Oh, Richard, I wish you were here!" she groaned through the lust-fog of her brain. "I wish you were playing with my cunt! I wish you were going to put your cock – oh, your long wonderful cock – into my pussy and fuck me hard, and deep, until you came and I came! Oh, I want to come so bad, so bad! Richard, Richard, I need you, I need youuuuuuu!"
Faster and faster, Valerie's finger fucked into her sensitive cunt, teasing her clit and the red slash until she knew her orgasm was only moments away. Her hips thrashed and pounded the bed beneath her, and her other hand squeezed and kneaded her big tits and nipples painfully. There was no guilt, no shame for her in that frozen period of time. There was only the wonderful feelings of impending orgasm filling her soul.
"Ooooohhhhh, I'm… yes, yes, I'm coming, coming, comiiiinnnnng!"
Her ass churned and danced, her upraised legs kicking at the air. She was like a wild woman, moaning out her release in little whimpering mewls of bliss as wave after maddening wave of her come swept through her.
"Val… Valerie?"
It was her mother at the head of the stairs. "Yes?" Valerie croaked.
"Are you all right?"
"Yes, Mother."
"There's someone on the phone for you, dear. A girl. She says her name is Eunice."
I don't want to talk to a girl, Valerie thought, I want to talk to a boy! I want to talk to Richard. I want to fuck Richard!
"What does she want?"
"She says she has a message from Richard."