After school one day, Dave was heading home when he ran into Phil, a boy in his homeroom. They struck up a conversation. Phil asked Dave if he was going to the dance in the gym on Friday.
"Gee, I don't know," Dave said. "Are the dances worth going to? I mean, are there a lot of chicks there?"
"Sure there are," Phil said. "Of course, Betty Ann Johnson and her friends don't show up. Neither does Carol Kelly and those whores she hangs around with. Sue and Ellen Kent and those girls only hang around with the Skulls. But there are a lot of girls who do show up."
"The Skulls?" Dave asked. "Who are the Skulls?"
"Don't you know? It's a gang of jerks. Bob Morry and Sam Le Page are the leaders. They all hang around at The Dog House and they have parties where everybody dresses up like skeletons or something. Pretty dumb if you ask me."
But Dave was intrigued by the idea of the Skulls. He asked Phil how he could join.
"Forget it," Phil said. "You've got to be a big shot. How about it the dance, though. I'm going. We could go together if you want."
Dave agreed to go to the dance with Phil. If there were chicks there, he was all for going. That bus ride to see Sally every weekend was getting to be a bore.
Dave met Phil at the corner near the park, and they walked to the dance together.
"You know this is my last year at Jones High," Dave explained to Phil. "I don't know what to think about the chicks at this school."
"Oh, they're all right," Phil said. "There are a lot who are stuck on themselves. But a lot of them are down to earth. You'll see. There'll be a lot of nice chicks at this dance."
"Do you mean nice or nice?" Dave asked. "As far as I'm concerned, a nice chick is one who lets you fuck her."
"Well, most of the girls at Jones High will fuck you. But you've got to go steady with them for a while first," Phil said.
"Yeah, that's the way it was at my old school," Dave said. "I went with a chick for a year before I fucked her. Now I'm taking a bus to her house every weekend."
They got to the dance and hung around the refreshment table as they checked the possibilities. The first gal Dave spotted was Joyce, the girl he went to the party with. He looked away before she saw him, but there was no danger of her talking to him anyhow. She was with Gertrude Smith, a girl with even thicker glasses than Joyce's.
Then there was a group of girls hanging around together by the bandstand. But they wouldn't take their eyes off the musicians. Dave didn't want to compete with the guys in the band.
"Hey, who's that?" Dave asked as a gorgeous chick with long black hair danced by.
"That's Beth Jankes," Phil said. "And that's her steady boy friend she's dancing with."
Dave was losing patience. All the chicks were either dogs or had boy friends. He should go home, get a good night's sleep, and wait to see Sally tomorrow. But he didn't want to give up this early.
"Hi, Dave," a tiny voice said behind him.
He turned around. It was Lynn Banks from his math class. He said hello. They made small talk as Dave kept gazing around looking for a girl to go after.
Lynn hung around him, and Dave realized that she hoped he would ask her to dance. But Dave couldn't. She was too skinny, too tall, too nice. She was a straight-A student. Besides, she was a nerd. If Dave was even seen dancing with her, he would be considered a nerd too. There was no other choice. He had to go home. It was too cruel to let Lynn keep hanging around him and not ask her to dance.
"Well, I think…" he began, but then Howard Frank came over and asked Lynn to dance. So Dave was off the hook.
Phil had disappeared, heading after a girl he knew. And Dave wasn't getting anywhere. So he put down his Coke and turned toward the door. But before he moved, Phil came rushing up to him.
"Dave, I've got a great chick for you to meet," he said. "She doesn't go to school here. But she's a friend of Ann's, a girl in my English class."
"I don't know," Dave said. "I was just about to split."
"Don't go!" Phil said. "Listen, Dave, Ann's hot to trot. But she's here with her girl friend, and we've got to get rid of her. Do me this favor and I'll never forget it."
Before Dave could answer, Phil hurried away. In a minute he was back with two chicks. He introduced them, Ann and Meg, to Dave, then he and Ann went to dance.
Dave got a Coke for Meg and he made conversation. But she didn't turn him on. She was just like so many of the girls at the dance – square. But Dave was too much of a gentleman to ditch her. He hated to hurt anyone's feeling.
He asked Meg to dance, and she danced pretty well. She wasn't bad looking, but rather plain with short brown hair, tits that hardly showed at all under her loose blouse, and not much curve to her ass.
"I guess Phil and Ann have gone off somewhere," Meg said when they stopped dancing. "I know Ann would go off with a boy, she always does. I just wish she didn't feel that she had to find someone for me before she takes off. I'm sorry if you feel stuck with me."
"Oh, I don't feel stuck with you at all," Dave said. "I think you're a terrific dancer."
Meg laughed. "Yeah, and I'm nice to my mother, too. Why is it that just because a girl doesn't have big tits no one thinks she likes to fuck?"
Dave blinked as he stared hard at Meg, trying to figure out where he'd gone wrong. Maybe it was just because she didn't have big tits, just as she said.
"I like variety."
Meg laughed. "Let's dance."
The band was playing a slow song. Dave held Meg tight, but he couldn't feel her tits against his chest. Still, there was something about her that excited him. Maybe it was her frankness or the way she danced so gracefully. Dave was determined to fuck her.
"Let's get out of here," Dave said after a few more dances.
When they were outside, Dave took Meg's hand. But when he saw how she leaned against him, he let go of her hand and put his arm around her waist. They strolled the few blocks to the park.
"This is such a beautiful park," Meg said as she gazed up into the trees that overhung the walkway.
"I'll show you a really nice spot," Dave said, thinking about the grove where be and Bill had fucked Beverly.
"Oh, it is a beautiful spot," Meg sighed as they walked across the lawn to the dense trees.
"This is a nice place to lie down and look up at the stars," Dave said as he sat down.
Meg sat beside him, so close he could smell her perfumed body. Then she put her head on his shoulder! Meg was practically offering herself on a silver platter!
Dave turned his face to hers. They kissed.
Meg might look plain, but there was excitement in her kiss. She had the softest lips Dave had kissed yet! Her lips parted, and her tongue came out.
As they twisted their tongues together, they lay back on the grass. Wrapping their arms around each other, they pressed their bodies together. Finally, Dave felt her small tits against his chest. They were merely slight swellings on her chest. But after the more ample tits that Dave had played with Meg's smaller tits were interesting. He only hoped he was going to get a chance to get at them.
Dave reached for her tit. There was no point in waiting.
As his hand crept to her tit, Meg's back arched.
"Ahhhhhh!" she gasped.
The sexy tone of her gasp filled Dave with lust. It was a gasp that told of her pleasure!
Meg had hardly any tits at all. But Dave didn't mind. Her tits excited him as much as a huge handful of heavy tit-flesh would.
He felt her erect nipple through her blouse. Meg squirmed. Dave longed to have her nipple between his lips. But he would have to get her back under the trees before he could bare her tits.
Meanwhile, he was able to open a few buttons on Meg's blouse and slip his hand into it. If she stopped him now, he wouldn't have to bother trying to set her into the privacy of the trees. But she didn't top him. As his hand covered her naked tit, Meg groaned and writhed with kinky pleasure!
As Dave massaged her tit, Meg lifted her chest, pressing her tit tightly against his hand.
Then Meg stuck one of her legs between Dave's and threw her other leg over his. With her thighs wrapped around his thigh, she held her cunt tightly against his leg. Then she moved her lithe body, grinding her cunt on Dave's thigh.
Dave was amazed. He loved the way Meg did what she wanted without being coy. But he would have to get her into the bushes before she rubbed herself into an orgasm and had no further need, of him.
"Let's go back there," Dave said, pointing into the dim cave of low trees.
"Okay," she said happily.
They lay down in almost exactly the same spot he and Bill and Beverly had lain. And this time he was just as excited as the last.
When they were lying down and kissing again, Dave stuck his hand back into Meg's blouse. But she proceeded to unbutton the rest of her blouse, and then she threw it open.
Dave was letting this girl get ahead of him. She was the hottest chick he'd met yet!
In the darkness, Dave could barely make out the girl's dark nipples. As she lay on her back, Meg's tits were almost nonexistent. But when Dave lowered his face and took one nipple into his mouth, his excitement was as powerful as it had been when he had sucked much bigger tits.
"Oh, I love having my tits sucked!" Meg whispered as she writhed under Dave's head.
Dave decided to go after her cunt before she pulled up her own skirt and handed it to him. He reached down to her knee, then began moving his hand up her thigh. She was wearing stockings, and they made her leg feel sexy. But when Dave got to her crotch, he found that her stockings were, in fact, pantyhose. After encountering Miss Lange's stockings with the sexy garters, pantyhose were an unexpected complication.
But once more Meg proved that she was way ahead of him. She sat up, pulled her shoes off, then stripped off her pantyhose and put them into her purse. Still more amazing, she followed that by pulling off her panties and putting them into her purse too. Dave was stunned with passion.
Meg threw herself back into Dave's embrace. He kissed her again and reached for her naked pussy.
"Ohhhhh!" Meg sighed as his hand clutched her furry cuntmound.
Her pussyhole was drooling copiously, wetting Dave's fingers with slippery juice. And when Dave curled his fingers into her cunt, that fluid let him slide deep into her cunt, effortlessly.
She squealed as he shoved one, then two fingers into her cunt. "Ohhhh, Dave, Dave!"
Meg's cunt was another tender hole, custom made for a hard cock. And Dave ached to fill it with his throbbing prick. So far, Meg had beaten him to the punch every time. But now Dave was determined to take the lead.
Taking his hand from her cunt, he began to free his prick. As he pulled down his pants, Meg watched eagerly.
"Oh, what a big, beautiful cock!" she gasped when his cock was displayed.
She sprang at it, grabbing his cock with both hands. She used his prick as a lever to force Dave onto his back. Then she brought her face down over his bloated cockhead and began sucking hungrily.
Dave lay back in ecstasy as this chick gobbled his prick.
She sucked his cock madly, wildly. Holding his prick in her hands, her mouth clamped down on his prickhead and twisted and pulled. In no time Dave was shaking with passion.
Meg slid one hand down his shaft to his balls. She gave them a squeeze, then reached beneath his balls, tickling his asshole! Not even Miss Lange had handled him like this!
Lowering her head, Meg took his prick deep into her throat. Dave felt the tightness as his cock passed her tonsils. She was bobbing her head up and down; each bob brought her nose closer to his pubic bush and his cock deeper into her throat.
"Oh, Meg!" Dave cried. "Ahhhhh!"
In the dim light, Dave saw Meg raise her eyes to look at him. Their eyes met, then her head plunged lower than it had before. She took almost the entire length of his prick into her mouth!
"Don't make me come," Dave said. "I want to fuck you!"
As wonderful as the blow-job felt, Dave longed to stick his prick into her hot cunt. He had learned how nice it was to feel a cunt sliding over his cock after having it sucked.
Meg slowed her dipping movements. But Dave was still rising toward a climax.
With one hand gripping his shaft and the other squeezing his balls, Meg was dipping her head with short, slow strokes, sliding Dave's cockhead over her soft tongue.
"Wait, wait! Meg, stop it!"
"But I love to have guys come in my mouth," she said.
"Really? But I want to fuck you!"
"I don't fuck," she said as she moved the loose skin of his cockshaft rhythmically up and down.
Dave couldn't believe it. Of course, if he had to settle for a blow-job, he wouldn't complain. But now that he'd gotten all geared up to fuck her, he was disappointed.
"Gee, I was hoping to fuck you," he gasped. "I really would love to!"
"You can fuck me up the ass if you want," she said matter of factly.
Dave's brain was knocked out of kilter by her words. He had to repeat them to himself a few times before he was sure he'd understood.
"Up your ass?" he said.
"Sure, don't you like that? I thought all boys did."
Dave tried to decide if he wanted to fuck her in the ass. He'd never thought of such a kinky idea.
He didn't have to think long, though. As soon as he pictured in his mind doing what Meg suggested, his lust soared. He thought of Miss Lange's asshole when he'd seen it while fucking her. Suddenly, a tight, puckered asshole seemed the most exciting thing in the world!
"Okay," Dave said in a trembling voice.
"Goody!" Meg said as she turned over and tucked her knees under her.
With her knees bent beneath her chest and her head and shoulders resting on the grass, she offered Dave her out-thrust ass.
With his shaking hand, Dave caressed her smooth ass. Her asscheeks seemed to glow; her asscrack looked deep and dark.
"Wet your finger in my pussy and smear some juice on my asshole," she instructed.
Dave panted as he reached beneath her ass into her swampy pussy. With two fingers, he brought her hot cuntjuice up between her asscheeks. He did that several times, then pressed his finger into her asscrack, searching for her hole. The tip of his middle finger found it.
Examining that tiny aperture, Dave slowly let his finger sink into it. The constricting ring of her asshole loosened slightly as his finger sank in. "Ohhhhh!" Meg moaned softly.
Dave reached up her ass until his whole finger was buried. Then he pulled it out, smeared some more cunt juice on her asshole, and sank his finger again. Now he felt around in that narrow burrow. He could tell it was going to be fun getting his cock into it!
"I think I'm ready," Meg said. "But put some spit on your prick to help lubricate it. Otherwise it'll hurt me."
Dave did as she said, wetting his prick from tip to base.
He moved into position behind her, with his belly about six inches from her asscheeks. With her legs folded under her, her asscheeks were stretched taut and rather bony.
Dave stuck his cock into the darkness below her asscheeks. Meg's hand met it and guided it to her asshole.
The blunt tip of Dave's prick felt warm flesh ahead, and he moved his hips forward.
At first, nothing happened. His cock merely pressed on Meg's puckered asshole. He kept leaning forward, and she held his prick in place by reaching between her spread thighs. Finally, Dave felt his cock sinking.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Meg moaned quietly but desperately.
"Ah." Dave gasped at the thrill of sticking his prick into her tight asshole.
Slowly but steadily his prick moved into her ass. It was a tight fit, but past her asshole there seemed to be a snug but good harbor for his fat cockhead.
Before Dave shoved his whole cock into her ass, Meg cried, "Okay, okay, that's far enough!"
Trembling wildly, Dave thrilled at the sensation of sodomy. He'd thought a pussy was the best place to stick his prick, but now he found that an asshole was just as good, and it had the advantage of being slightly perverted.
Dave began pumping. His big fat cock backed out, then thrust back into her ass. It was tighter than a cunt, so the sensation was different. Actually, it felt better to fuck her asshole than it had felt to fuck the cunts he'd experienced so far, unless it was the sheer kinkiness of this weird practice that was exciting him so much.
In any case, the pleasure rushing from his prick to his brain was flooding him with ecstasy!
"Oooooooooo!" Meg cooed deliriously.
Dave held onto her hips as he drove his cock back and forth. He struggled to fuck slowly, but it was too late for that. He was on the verge of coming. And with his prick being tugged by Meg's strong asshole, it wouldn't belong before he shot his load.
So Dave let his prick jerk in and out with quick, short strokes. His passion was choking him with joy, making him gasp for breath.
Meg's asshole had turned into an electrified tunnel of silken bliss.
He began to come. Jolts of pleasure pulsed in his cockhead as he felt his prick swell with the gobs of jism rushing through it. His body was thrown forward with spasms of pure sexual rapture. He dropped to Meg's back as he kept his hips jerking, his prick pumping, and his jism spurting.
With his jism now lubricating his prick in her ass, the sensation changed. It was more liquid and flowing and hot now. The new types of friction put the finishing touches on his orgasm and let him keep his prick sliding a little longer.
It had been such a powerful orgasm that Dave forgot where he was and what he'd been doing. But when he felt Meg grab his wrist and pull his hand from her hip, he came to his senses. She dragged his hand down between her legs and placed it on her cunt. With her eager fingers, she pushed Dave's fingers into her cunt.
"Rub my clit!" she whispered desperately.
Dave knew she hadn't come yet, but she wanted to now. So with his prick still gripped by her tight ass, he began rubbing the stiff little bud of her clit.
"Ohhhhhh!" Meg gasped with pleasure and joy. As he tickled and massaged her clit, she began trembling beneath him. Her ass shook his shrinking prick, stopping it from getting any smaller.
"Ahhhhhh!" she cried as she dug her fingers into the soft earth.
Dave loved bringing her to a climax like this. Then, as he felt her asshole grip his cock with powerful spasms, he began to heat up all over again.
Meg's climax lasted a long time, an eternity it seemed to Dave as his prick was squeezed by the tightening spasm of her ass.
By the time Meg stopped writhing and her asshole stopped gripping his prick, Dave was as aroused as ever. So he began to slowly move his prick back and forth again.
With his jism now lubricating his buggery, he fucked Meg's ass again with a new strategy. He rammed his cock high up her ass, so high that his pelvis slapped against her asscheeks. And since he had just come once, he was able to keep up these powerful, deep lunges.
"Ooooooh!" Meg sang again, but in a higher register.
Dave's second orgasm was so strong that he almost lost his mind! As though from outer space, he heard himself crying out insanely with ecstasy.
His out-of-control battering drove Meg forward until she was lying on her stomach, with Dave lying on her back. But he kept pumping just as he would have if she were turned over and he was fucking her cunt.
When his second orgasm faded, he had to lie still, gasping and trembling.
"Well, I guess I don't have to ask you if you liked that," Meg giggled.
"Ah, it… it…" Dave gasped, unable to speak.
Meg giggled again, making her ass tighten with each giggle. The effect on Dave's wrung-out prick was shattering. He had to pull it out before he lost his mind permanently!
After resting for ten minutes, Meg helped Dave pull up his pants.
They got to their feet and, holding each other, walked back to school. The dance was over and kids were streaming out of the building.
They found Phil and Ann. After standing around for a while in front of the school, Ann said they'd better get going. But Meg told Dave that she was staying with Ann all weekend, and they agreed to get together the next day. In the back of his mind, Dave knew he should go see Sally. But the thought of fucking Meg up the ass again drove thoughts of Sally away.
Dave and Phil headed in the opposite direction from the girls. They stepped into the street just as a speeding car went past, almost running them down. They jumped back.
"What the fuck?" Dave gasped as he looked up. The car was full of dead men – at least, that's the way they looked. Their faces were white with black around their eyes and under their cheekbones. They were dressed in black.
"That's the Skulls I was telling you about," Phil said. "Jerks!"
But Dave didn't think they were jerks, at all. In fact, he thought it looked like fun to dress up like that and ride around. And he knew the girls they hung around with – they were the finest chicks at Jones High!