Phil lifted his face from where he'd buried it between Stacy's breasts. "My folks aren't home, and I know they'll be away until at least midnight, so I suggest that we go where we can be more comfortable and continue this fun session."
Betty and Al both said that Phil had a great idea, then Betty asked Stacy if it was all right with her.
"I do need a bath or shower," Stacy said.
"Then let's haul ass," Betty said. "Hell, we might even turn this into a minor orgy!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Fishing a handkerchief out of his pocket, Phil withdrew his limp cock from Stacy's overflowing cunt, wiped, then pressed the handkerchief between her legs. He pulled his pants and shorts up, and then climbed over into the front behind the wheel.
Clamping her legs together, Stacy quickly slipped her dress over her head and had it on, with a little help from Al, by the time Phil had gotten rid of the speaker and started the car. On the big screen, the good guy and the bad guy seemed to be having a showdown. Stacy wondered why they'd bothered to come to the drive-in in the first place until she thought about the fact that she probably wouldn't've gone to Phil's home not so many minutes before.
Well, she'd lost her virginity for sure now and she'd been fucked by two boys. Or by two young men. Their cocks seemed to be bigger than what was considered to be average so Al and Phil were both past the boy stage. At eighteen, she guessed, they were men, anyhow. They sure fucked like men. Whatever the hell that meant!
"I hope you aren't sorry I had the fellows put a little pressure on you, Stacy."
They were out on the highway. Betty had turned and was sitting sideways on the front seat. Al had tucked his cock away and hadn't made a move to touch Stacy after helping with her dress. She was holding her bra and panties in her lap, keeping her thighs clamped together to hold the handkerchief in place. She wanted to clean herself, but already she was looking forward to more exciting sex.
"I'm not sorry at the moment, Betty. Maybe tomorrow I will be, but I won't try to shove the responsibility for what I did off onto somebody else."
Phil said he never worried about the tomorrows, and always tried to live as if the next day might never come for him.
Saying he was a fatalist, and he was happy because fate had caused Betty to pick him to be Stacy's date, Al moved over close to Stacy and told her he wanted to be with her again.
Stacy didn't comment. She liked Al okay, and Phil, but she was mostly interested in the sexual pleasures she could share with them. She didn't want to start confusing sex with love – she was far too young to get serious about anybody – and the way she felt right then she wanted to sample many cocks. She wanted to become as carefree as Betty. She just might try out Pee-wee's big cock. If she was going to try and be like Betty she might as well go all the way.
She turned her face toward Al and his parted lips were right there. She returned his passionate kiss, lashing her tongue with his, and enjoyed the way he fondled her taut-tipped breasts through the thin dress. If her cunt hadn't been filled with sperm, she would've asked him to either fuck her or suck her again right there in the car.
She knew some females liked to lap a semen-filled cunt, and she suspected Betty might even go that route, but she was sure Al would get angry if she suggested he go down on her – and she sensed he wasn't like Phil.
It wasn't very far to where Phil lived, and Stacy and Al necked most of the way. A few times she started to feel of his hard cock through his clothes, but she decided she could wait. She'd been waiting all of her life and she didn't want to be too bold. They'd all think she'd been lying about her lack of experience. After all, there hadn't been a maidenhead or any blood.
Phil lived in a large apartment building, but Stacy found out later there were stables at the back of the property. When Phil parked, Stacy told the rest to go on and get out of the car. They got out without asking any questions and Stacy wiped and blotted her wet pussy the best she could. She made a little ball out of her panties and bra, tucked them under one arm, and when she got out of the car, told Phil she had a present for him. He laughed, put the handkerchief in his pocket, and said he'd treasure the gift forever more.
The apartment was in the front, on the first floor, and was richly furnished. As soon as they were inside Phil told Betty to show Stacy the nearest bathroom. That told Stacy that Betty had been there before.
In the long hallway, Betty squeezed Stacy's upper arm and told her she was doing just fine. At the bathroom door, she then said, "You go ahead and freshen yourself, honey, and I'll go keep the fellows company. You can leave all of your clothes in the bathroom if you want to. We'll all soon be naked, anyhow."
Before Stacy had a chance to say she wouldn't show herself in the nude again before everybody else was in the same state, Betty took off back down the hall. Inside the bathroom, the door closed, Stacy decided not to take a bath or shower right then. If things worked out as she expected she'd just have to wash again.
Tucking her dress up around her waist, she found a wash cloth and washed her entire crotch at the basin. She paid particular attention to her cunt, both outer and inner lips, and probed the folds of tender flesh with her fingers. Satisfied that she was as clean as she could get, she wiped up the water she'd splashed on the tile floor with the cloth, then got a towel and dried herself.
She dropped her dress back down, kicked out of her sandals, left her bra and panties, and returned to the living room in her bare feet. The other three were naked and all were sipping beer. They were sitting on a couch, Betty in the middle, but they weren't touching – and both cocks were limber.
"We decided to wait for you," Betty said. "We thought since this is all new to you we'd let you tell us what you'd like to do."
There was an extra can of beer on an end table. Stacy didn't like to drink, but she decided she'd have one beer just to be sociable. Maybe it'd help her get over the sudden nervousness. Before walking over to get the beer, she whipped her dress off over her head and tossed it aside without looking toward the three.
When she turned, she was pleased as well as excited by the fact the two cocks had started to lift into erections. The beer had already been opened. She sipped, enjoying the way the three pairs of gleaming eyes flicked over her nakedness.
Deciding Betty wasn't going to mention peeping at the swappers, Stacy said since she was so new to everything, and hadn't gotten a good look at Betty sucking Phil's cock in the car, she'd just watch at first.
Telling Stacy to come over and take a close look, Betty slipped to her knees on the carpet and got between Phil's legs. She handed the can of beer to Al and told him to hold it and she'd blow him after she sucked Phil off.
"Not all the way," Phil said as Betty wrapped the fingers of one hand around his poking prick and moved her fist up and down. "The evening's young and I don't want to shoot off more than two more times."
Betty said she'd just put on a brief exhibition of the art of fellatio as she steadied Phil's stiff shaft by holding the thick base with a thumb and forefinger.
"Betty's fantastic when it comes to sucking a cock," Phil said. "Isn't she, Al?"
"She's the best," Al said as Betty squeezed Phil's balls and licked up along the underside of his rigid rod.
Stacy had moved close for a better view. Betty opened her mouth wide and engulfed the swollen glans. Stacy was already excited, just from seeing the two hard cocks and being naked herself. Knowing she could have just about any kind of sex she might want, her passion started building higher and higher as Betty demonstrated the technique of giving a blowjob.