by AnonYMous
"I'll go if you're going, but what about an escort for me? I don't want to be the odd girl out at the party," Charisse said.
"Let that be the least of your problems Ralphie boy said he'd have a date for you and his word is pretty good."
"Well, if you say so."
Charisse really didn't care for the setup. It all sounded like a hit or miss, last minute thing and besides she had always had lousy luck on blind dates.
"Don't sound like such a party-pooper already. You'll really have a great time, you'll see," Debby said.
But Charisse still felt kind of pessimistic about the forthcoming party. After all, what could these cornball boys think up which could thrill a girl like herself, who'd already lived it up a bit. She'd also seen how sophisticated people carried on. These boys probably figured that a stop at some local bar and parking in lovers' lane was a real hot time. But, Debby was trying to be her friend, and was actually more than a friend by now, so she decided to come along for the ride.
Just before the party, Debby was getting all keyed up about it.
"You know something?" she confided to Charisse. "Ralph and I have frigged around and done everything in all the positions we could both think of, or find in books. If he says we'll see some new wrinkle, you can bet we're in for a pretty far out time!"
"Sounds good and that's the way I hope it turns out," Charisse said, but privately she still had her doubts. She had a rather mild curiosity about what Ralph and the boy he would get as her date looked like. She hoped he'd be a real manly type, and white, this time. There was something about her own reactions to the male sex–specifically the male cock, which she wanted to test out.
In class the next day, she found herself getting quite interested in a talk that Professor Forbes was giving the girls. She liked Professor Forbes. He was a rather strong, well-built, middle-aged man. He seemed to be about the same age as her father, but he was a positive, strong-willed character–the exact opposite of the negative type her father was.
The gist of Professor Forbes' material seemed to be that boys were more attached to their mothers and that girls were more attached to their fathers. This attachment or love seemed to shape one's future, according to the professor.
"Wow!" Charisse thought. "Dr. Forbes ought to get a load of my father. Maybe he'd understand why I break the rule and am more strongly attached to my mother. Now I'm really worried. Does this mean I'm a lesbian? Or that I'll become one? I know I like to do it better with girls than with boys. So am I a pervert, or will all this change?"
All these thoughts were running through her mind while Professor Forbes was droning on about psychology. She giggled to herself as she noticed that the zipper on his fly was partially open. He had evidently urinated just before class and had been in such a rush he hadn't zipped himself up completely. Talk about the absent-minded professor!
Now the hour was coming to a close and Professor Forbes was telling them to remember that love and sex were the strongest factors in life. Making a choice between real love and just sex was very important for the individual in growth, male or female. This made Charisse wonder about herself anew. There were only two people in the world right now for her. She knew she really loved her mother and Debby was someone she felt very close to, maybe loved. Men so far just represented sex to her–a fast thrill, but her affections were bound up with the women in her life. She knew she could get along pretty well without men, but if anything ever happened to Minna Mantell, she would be completely lost.
Debby said to Charisse after class, "I wish the professor could get a load of my Ralphie getting a hard-on. He'd learn about 'personal growth' in a hurry!" she giggled.
Charisse said, "All this talk about love and sex is getting me all wound up about our party this weekend. I hope these guys won't be a bunch of deadheads. I'm looking forward to a little excitement for a change and I'm ready for anything."
"I wonder what the Professor would say about your liking your mother so much better than your father," Debby said as they walked into her dorm room. "Do you suppose he'd want to 'psyche' you if he found out that you practically screamed 'Momma' when you came?"
"Say did you notice that his fly was half open when he was talking to the girls? Do you think he's trying to impress us with his sex appeal?" Charisse giggled.
"How about looking at your scrapbooks again–you know–the ones with those horny pictures. I never did get to see them all."
"Sure," Debby said, and they started leafing through the books. Both Debby and Charisse looked at the pictures closely, pausing over some longer than others, their eyes glistening with interest.
"How on earth do these lovers manage to get into some of those complicated screwing positions? Like this girl here who's practically standing on her head, while her boyfriend has her legs apart and is shoving in his big dick," Charisse commented with wonder.
"And will you get a load of the size of the peckers in this 'group hump'! Some of them even look bigger than the rubber dildo we've got!" Debby said.
"I'd sure like to meet some boys with cocks that size," sighed Charisse. "Cocks like that must give you a real tickle in your cunny, if they can get up there without hurting you."
"You'd be surprised how stretchable your pussy really is", Debby laughed. "You never really know until you try."
"Do you suppose Ralph or any of those boys we'll be going out with will have cocks as big as these?" Charisse asked.
"Well, why don't you wait and judge for yourself?" Debby smiled. "All I can say is that Ralph and his friends have been around and none of the girls I know who've gone out with that bunch have ever complained about small peckers."
"Maybe the dicks on those boys in the pictures have been retouched to make them look bigger," Charisse mused. "Or maybe they took some pictures of bull pricks and put them on the photos of the boys."
"Well, let's hope that if we meet up with any cocks as big as those that our cunnies will be able to screw them and milk them dry," Debby joked.
Charisse smiled and thought how nice it was to have Debby for her friend now. Apparently having let Debby frig her with the dildo had let the bars down and given them a degree of closeness that was as great as that between lovers. And, after all, wasn't Debby strong and motherly to her? Perhaps she was beginning to mean even more that a man ever could. Charisse liked the idea of being frigged by a male prick, but so far the greatest thrill she had experienced had been while Debby was fucking her with the rubber cock. She wondered about that. Maybe she was one of those people she had read about who could enjoy frigging equally well with the same or the opposite sex, what they called an AC-DC type.
"Has Ralph ever tried to push his dick in some of the spots it shows on this picture?" Charisse asked. "Has he ever tried to shove it up your ass like this? Has he ever tried to make you take it in your mouth like this picture? Just how 'hep' are Ralph and his pals?"
Debby smiled and said, "My, for a girl whose just recently lost her cherry, you sound pretty hard up. You'll find out soon enough what these boys can do with their cocks. Just be patient."
"Well, I wonder how I'd act if the boys we're going to meet try some of this fancy stuff with me. I don't think I'd exactly relish the taste of a strange boy's cock in my mouth on our first date. And if my date tried to shove his dong up my ass, I think I'd scream for help if his cock were the size of some of those pricks in the pictures!" Charisse exclaimed.
"Stop talking about dicks and where they should or shouldn't go!" cried Debby. "My pussy's beginning to feel all wet and hungry for a stiff cock ramming up there."
"I could fix that empty feeling in your cunny pretty quick," Charisse said. "Just show me where you keep that dildo hidden and I'll give you a fast hand-job. I won't even bother to strap it on!"
"I would just love to have you take care of my dribbly cunt one way or the other," Debby said reflectively. "But you know that in the daytime this room of mine is like Broadway. Can you just imagine the look on Mrs. Pringle's f
ace if she should walk in and find you shoving that dildo up my eager pussy?"
"Maybe she'd pull down her pants for a quick shot at it herself!" Charisse laughed. "But you're right, even if one of the girls walked in and found us, it would certainly be embarrassing to say the least."
"Here, let me put the scrapbooks out of sight. These pictures and all these fancy positions sure do give a girl hot pants when she sees them! Let's save them for our date and show them to the boys. Then if we get all worked up, why, we'll be able to do something about it," Debby said winking at Charisse.
"Right again," said Charisse. She was uncomfortably aware that hot cunt juice had flowed from her box and was dribbling down her thigh. "Guess I'll go to my room and just lie down and relax awhile."
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Debby laughed as she closed the door behind her.
"And you'll do about anything," Charisse muttered to herself.
As she closed her own door, she threw the bolt, latching it from the inside. No one could disturb her in what she now had an overwhelming desire to do.
Going to the closet, she opened her suitcase and rummaged around for a moment until she found a large rubber dildo "Oh, boy, baby, aren't you really something! I wonder what mother and Cora will say when they find you're missing?"
She couldn't quite explain why she had "borrowed" the dildo from her mother's dresser drawer, but now she was glad she had the huge red rubber prick in her hands. Going into the bathroom she filled the balls part with some white creamy hand lotion and rubbed some on the head and shaft of the imitation cock. Then, standing in front of the full length mirror, she dropped her panties to the floor and stepped out of them. Hiking up her skirt to her waist, she viewed her bush and wet cuntlips in the mirror.
Taking the tip of the lubricated cock in her hand, she gently parted her cuntlips with it and began massaging her stiffening clit lightly. She visualized her mother wearing the dildo and the intense sensations from her pussy made her thighs and ass quiver with delight.
She whispered aloud, "Oh, Momma, Momma, I want you to fuck me, fuck your little girl!"
She parted her cuntlips more completely with the head of the rubber cock. Finding her hole, she began to ram the monster dick up, slowly but surely. As her cunt writhed against the head and shaft, she felt the walls of her twat widening to accept the huge imitation prick. Then it was completely in, up in her cunt to its very balls.
Her pussy was pulsing with hot desire as she began to ram it in and out of her drooling cunt. She felt the beginnings of an ecstatic orgasm already building in her belly as she shoved it rhythmically up her twat.
"You're fucking me so nice, Momma darling," she moaned softly. "Aaahh! You're going to make me come, you're making me come!"
She wiggled her hips on the thrusting dildo and as her cunt started to twitch convulsively as she came, she squeezed the balls of the dildo. The thick, creamy hand lotion spurted into her pussy in warm jets, and it felt just like Taka's hot sperm.
"You're shooting in me, oh momma, I love your scum . . . Ohhh! Agggh!" she squealed, watching her own convulsing come in the full-length bathroom mirror.
The orgasm left her limp and relaxed as she stepped into a warm shower, she took the red rubber dildo with her to wash it off. It was sure a useful gadget to have around when you needed the feel of a cock in your twat.
Still, there was nothing like a passionate, pulsing live prick thrusting up your cunt. She hoped that there would be a good supply of the real thing–solid male cock at the up and coming party.
CHAPTER 6
The weekend finally came and the night of the party Debby and Charisse slipped stealthily away from Greystokes to meet their escorts.
"Thank goodness no one spotted us leaving–now our only problem is getting back in after the party's over!" Debbie giggled.
"Let's worry about that when we come to it," Charisse said, "is that the boy's car coming now?"
The red sports sedan slowed as it came towards them and dimmed its lights twice.
"Yes, that's the gang!", Debbie said excitedly. "Here we go!"
The car stopped and Ralph got out. Debbie introduced Charisse and then got in the back seat with Ralph while Charisse was ushered into the front seat by the boy who was her date. Much to her surprise, she found there was another boy driving and she was wedged in between them. There was also another boy in the back besides Ralph and Debbie was sitting between them both.
"Meet Jerry and George," Debbie called to Charisse from the back seat. "And this fellow in the back with Ralph and me is Frank."
"Don't tell me, let me guess," Jerry said as he put his arms around Charisse's waist. "You're the famous Mamma Mantell's daughter! How come Debbie could talk you into a date with us small-town hicks?"
Charisse was a little taken aback by Jerry's hostile attitude right off the bat. And she didn't care for his hand around her either, the very first minute they had met, but she kept quiet.
"Hey, Jerry, cut it out!" Debbie said from the back seat. "I thought you promised to be nice!"
"Okay, I'll be nice," Jerry mumbled and Charisse saw that all the boys had been drinking and were a little high. "I'll be nice because she's got such a swell figure, yes sir, quite a pair of knockers!" Jerry added.
"It looks like these boys aren't losing any time," Charisse thought to herself. She tried to move away a little from Jerry, but he only clasped her waist more tightly.
"Don't be bashful, beautiful. We may not be as sophisticated as the big city slickers you go out with, but . . . " he leered, "you'll find out we have a thing or two on the ball! Both balls!"
George, at the driver's seat, glanced at her at these words of Jerry's and grinned. He looked more mature than the other two boys and was taller and huskier. Charisse thought she'd try a little flattery on him so that at least one of the boys would be friendly to her.
"Aren't you the George Holden with the Town Volunteer Fire Brigade, the one that rescued the two kids that went through the ice this winter? I remember reading about you–that was wonderful!"
"Just happened to be around," George mumbled and flushed. "It was just luck I happened to be around!"
But Charisse thought she had softened him up a bit and was heartened.
"Looks like this gal has a soft spot for you," Jerry said, "I just hope you aren't going to keep her all to yourself, buddy, ole buddy." His hand began inching up towards Charisse's breast.
"Don't worry pard," George said grinning, "looks like there's enough tit there for the two of us! Plenty of ass too, from what I can see!"
"Okay pal," Jerry answered, "you just tell me which half you prefer . . . I think the little lady might get worried if the two of us grabbed for the same spot at the same time!"
All the boys laughed at this remark by Jerry, but something about the tone of the talk and the mannerisms of these boys was beginning to make Charisse uneasy. She tried to hunch down in the seat and by making herself as inconspicuous as possible, direct attention to Debbie. She only partially succeeded, because George put his hand on her knee and started feeling between her legs. Then she gasped because Jerry had placed his hands full on her breasts and was squeezing and massaging them through the silky material of her low cut blouse. George's hand was proceeding up between her legs and feeling her inner thighs already.
"Don't you think you ought to be keeping both hands on the wheel?" she stammered to George.
His hand went up between her legs even further, almost to her crotch in response. And Jerry's hand was massaging her breast so strongly that her nipples were becoming hard and erect. Small town boys or not, they certainly didn't lose any time starting in on a girl, Charisse thought.
Jerry's hand was still massaging her breast through her silk blouse and then she suddenly felt his other hand dip into the low cut center of the blouse. His fingers playfully went right down the cleavage and his hand started to feel her naked tits and search for her nipples.
"Quite a pair of knock
ers we have there!" Jerry announced to George.
"Glad you like them," Charisse tried to smile and wriggle her titties away but she only succeeded in giving Jerry an extra feel.
"How's your end of this chick feel?" Jerry called over to George.
"Soft and tender, buddy," George said, feeling her inner thighs, "soft and tender!"
"Maybe it's eating stuff, eh George," Jerry grinned.
Charisse just kept quiet. Maybe if she played along with them, this attitude would change. She did want some consideration as a girl, as an individual. Here these boys were feeling her up and sizing up her anatomy as if she were a cow being brought to market. More than anything else, she realized that her inferiority complex about her mother's reputation made her crave the friendship of people in her own age group. And even more than friendship, she desperately wanted their respect. This was one of the big reasons she had gone out on this date with Debbie. She wanted to "belong," to be accepted by her generation. And for that she was ready to make a lot of concessions.