bothered him as it was the fact that his sister had raised it. Somehow he felt that everyone present knew. Eventually, though, he realized how silly that thought really was and began enjoying the quick glances he was getting from the admixing chicks.
Chastity walked down the hall arm in arm with Rick Davisson, who had latched onto her as soon as she had left her seat. Doug watched her pretty ass perform its carefully cultivated wiggle as she walked down the hall in front of him. He couldn't help envying Rick, who would probably be shoving his rod into her cunt later that very night. Doug needed a little relief.
His relief happened to be standing in the doorway of the home economics room in the person of Miss Marcy Palmer. Marcy was Doug's favorite cocksucker. His dick had been itching for a good blow job today. He knew that if Marcy did the job, it would be a job well done. She was known as Alton's most expert cocksucker. She could bring a guy off in a minute or hold him on the edge of his seat for an hour if she wished. She had earned her reputation by using her eager mouth on just about every dick in the senior class; at least it seemed that way from the bragging Doug heard. As far as Doug was concerned, Marcy's easiness didn't make her a prize to brag about. But she was accomplished at her favorite pastime and a perfectly good fuck in a pinch. Doug was in a pinch. He hadn't lined up anything in the way of a good fuck for that night. He had intended to play some pool with the guys, until Chastity had brought up something more urgent with her inadvertent but effective teasing. He hoped Marcy hadn't already been spoken for that night. She kept herself pretty busy.
Marcy was standing in the doorway casting sidelong glances here and there, hoping to catch a prospective fucker in her net. Her eyes met Doug's and she knew she had found just what she needed, although it was a toss-up to who had done the catching. She smiled at him in mock shyness, batting her fake eyelashes coyly while sizing up his crotch.
Doug was no stranger to Marcy. She had sucked him off a hundred times since she had started eating dick. She knew perfectly well what he had under his zipper and what it could do for her. Just the thought of having that hard cock in her mouth made a tingling sensation surge inside her horny young cunt.
Doug loved to eat pussy, and one of the things he loved about Marcy was her eagerness to have her cunt lapped. In fact she was never fully satisfied with a fuck experience until she had had a tongue working up her cunt. Doug's dick drooled at the thought of burying his face between her long slender legs and nibbling on her sensitive little clit.
With thoughts of her hot cunt in mind, he sauntered over to her and put his hand on her shoulder.
'How's my favorite girl today?' Doug whispered.
'I'm just fine and dandy, Doug darling,' she breathed.
Marcy put her hand on his cheek and kissed him lightly on the lips.
'Bet I could make you feel a hell of a lot better,' Doug drawled in his best stud voice.
'I know you could, baby,' she sighed, kissing him lightly again.
'C'mon, babe, you can do better than that,' Doug urged.
'But everyone is watching.'
With that, she wrapped her arm lightly around Doug's waist. He reached out and gave her a playful pat on the ass. His hand lingered on her ass longer than necessary. She reached behind her with a little shriek and brushed his hand away. Her shrill cry attracted quite an audience. All eyes were on the pair as they walked down the hall, he with art obvious bulge in his pants and she with a wicked lusty look on her devilish face.
''Bout eight?' Doug asked as they stood on the steps outside. 'We can perk or visit the old Pine Creek Motel. Don't have the house to ourselves tonight, damn it!'
'How about my place for a change? Mom and Dad are out of town for a few days,' Marcy suggested.
'Sounds good,' Doug replied. 'How 'bout Darlene? Sisters can be a big pain in the ass. Can you get rid of her?'
'Oh, Doug darling, don't worry about her. Just show up at eight. Do you have any grass?' Marcy whispered.
'Shit, yeah. I got some grass that's guaranteed to turn you on all the way. Al Benson bought a brick for me from some cat in Chicago. I'll bring some wine, too, if I can get my hands on a bottle. How's that sound?' he asked, knowing how Marcy liked to get high when she balled.
'Outa sight. We'll have a little wrecking party just for the two of us,' she said.
Marcy suddenly laughed wickedly for some reason.
'Need a ride home?' Doug asked, hoping to grab a quick feel on the way to her house.
'No, not really, Doug,' she said. 'Sammy Kenner's picking me up as soon as he gets off work. I sort of promised I'd go out with him tonight. I'll break it off on the way home. He's pretty good, Doug, but you're a lot better,' she said, looking down at Doug's stiff cock.
'Better not break it off, Marcy. That can hurt a guy,' Doug laughed.
'Get your mind out of the gutter, Doug. All you boys are alike!' she laughed back at him.
'See you at eight then,' Doug said, slapping Marcy on the ass and breaking into a run to the parking lot.
'Watch out, Doug!' Rob Thomas yelled from his car. 'She's a mink!'
'I can handle it, old buddy!' Doug shouted back.
He jumped into his Porsche, a gift from his wealthy Uncle Henry, and burned rubber all the way home. When he got there, he grabbed a quick snack and went up to his room to roll a few joints. He liked to roll them in advance to keep his hands free for better things. He kept the door locked while he rolled the weed. His parents, although extremely liberated about sex, were still a bit hesitant about the use of pot. Doug wished he could do something to persuade his parents to accept the weed as an aphrodisiac. He bated to see tern depriving themselves of the fun of getting high once in a while while they fucked. He knew that his parents loved sex as much as he did. He knew that they would make the weed a regular pert of their screwing if they ever once tried it.
Although he knew that nothing much would happen if he was caught with the stuff in the house, he was careful to hide it under the bed when he heard an unexpected knock on the door. He was relieved to find that it was only Chastity. He was a bit surprised to see her. She had often dropped in on him in his room after school to talk over their respective plans for the evening. Since their experience at Silver Lake, however, she hadn't done it as often. He knew why. In the past, these conversations had always turned to sex before long.
As soon a she was inside, she sat down on his bed and sniffed the air suspiciously. She wouldn't leave him alone until he had offered her some of his grass. She accepted the joints, saying she had an early date, and began to leave the room.
Then, seemingly as an afterthought, she stopped and looked over her shoulder.
'Wasn't that Marcy Palmer I saw you with after school? Is it true what I've been hearing lately about her sister?'
'Darlene? What about her?' Doug asked, intrigued by the mysterious tone of Chastity's voice.
'Oh, nothing really, big brother. I guess you'd know about it if there was any truth to the rumors I've been hearing. You know Marcy so well,' she added slyly, closing the door behind her.
Doug couldn't help thinking about Chastity's cryptic comment later that evening as he drove through the countryside to Marcy's house. As far as he was concerned, there wasn't really anything to know about Marcy's sister Darlene.
By the time he had reached Marcy's house, he had forgotten all about Darlene and was burning to get his mouth on wild Marcy's hot cunt. He stood at the door for several minutes, leaning on the bell and then knocking loudly when he decided that the bell couldn't be working. It occurred to him that it was the first time he had been invited to spend the night at Marcy's house. All the other times he had fucked her in his car, at the Pine Creek Motel, at his house when they had the place to themselves, or even in the grass at Miller's Woods. No matter where she balled she always made it a fuck to remember.
He ducked again. Still he waited. Finally, something made him look up. For just a second he could have sworn that he saw two figures silhouetted against the drawn shade of an upstairs window. Then the light went on abruptly.
After a while the light in the living room went on and the door finally opened. Marcy's face lighted up when she saw Doug standing there with a big grin on his face. He held up the bottle of cold wine he had brought with him. Marcy took it and led him by the arm into the living room, telling him to sit down on the old sofa while she got some glasses.
