"Oh, Jeez! I'm sorry. I forgot all about it."
"Well, are you going or not?"
"I don't think so. We haven't had supper yet. Maybe tomorrow, huh?"
Barb peered at her friend with a frown. "Hey, Sharon! What's the matter? You look terrible!"
"I know. I don't feel too good." Sharon brushed her hair back and sighed. "Let's ride over to the park on our bikes. I need some fresh air."
The girls climbed on their bicycles and pedaled silently through the quiet residential streets to the large city park a few blocks away. Sharon was lost in thought. The events of the last few days were heavy on her mind, and the constant wrestling with her conscience was making her exhausted. By the time they reached a bench under a cluster of trees, she had decided to tell Barb everything.
"Sit down," Barb said sympathetically. "Let's just shoot the shit for a while."
Sharon dropped down onto the wooden plank of the bench with a sigh. "Barb, I'm gonna tell you some things. But I want you to promise you'll never say anything to anybody. Not anybody."
"I promise. God! You know me. We're friends, aren't we? Go ahead. Spit it out."
"Okay." Sharon leaned back against the table, stared out over the vast expanse of green grass, and began telling her tale. She left out nothing from the moment she had arrived at the Morton house until that very moment. Several times she hesitated, but then plunged ahead, wanting to purge her soul of the entire experience. When she was through, she couldn't look at her friend.
"God!" Barb gasped. "Oh, wow! Honest to God, if you hadn't told me, I wouldn't believe it! Jeez! And you thought they were such straight people!"
"I know," Sharon said sadly. "What am I going to do? I can't control myself when I get started. God! When I see their… cocks I just go crazy!"
Barb nodded. "I can imagine. You know, I didn't tell you everything about Don. I went down on him too, the night that he fucked me. He shot off in my mouth. Jeez, that tasted good! Every time I see him now, I want to unzip his pants and yank it out and start sucking on it. Kinda crazy, isn't it?"
"No, I don't think so. You really mean it, don't you? You like it."
"Hell, yes! What's wrong with that?"
"I don't know," Sharon shrugged. "I guess it's not so bad at that. I guess a lot of girls do it."
"You bet they do. Hell, I've seen my mom suck my dad off, but they don't know it. I'll bet your mom has done that to Jack, too."
Sharon swung her head quickly. "You really think so?"
"Sure! I read some place that practically all women do it to their husbands. And their guys eat them, too. There's nothing wrong in it."
Sharon had to ponder that for a moment. Then she realized it was probably true. It made her feel better about what she had done. If her mother did it, why shouldn't she?
"Listen," Barb said earnestly. "I'm gonna go back with you. In the house, I mean. I want to try it. I'll do anything you did. Okay?"
"I can't! Really! They might not like it. Besides, you gotta be home pretty soon."
"No, I don't! I told my mom I was going to the movie with you." Barb gripped her friend's arm. "Please, Sharon! They want girls, don't they? Hell, my tits are as big as yours! And I've got just as much hair on my pussy as you do. C'mon. Let's try it."
Sharon thought for a moment, then nodded. "Okay. You know you'll probably have to let Allan fuck you, too?"
"I don't care. God! If his prick's as big as you say it is, I think I'd like it." Barb stood up. "C'mon, let's go! My cunt's already wet!"
Sharon had a hard time keeping up with Barb on the way back. They both skidded their bikes to a halt in the driveway, put the kickstands down, and rushed to the front door. Sharon stopped with her hand on the knob and turned to her friend.
"Are you sure you want to do this now? If you want to change your mind, you'd better do it now."
"You think I'm not ready? Here!" Barb lifted her skirt, took Sharon's hand, and rubbed it on the damp crotch of her panties. "Does that prove it to you?"
Barb's action had taken Sharon by surprise. She had never even seen Barb's cunt, let alone touched it. She could feel the lips of the girl's twat and her bushy pussy hair under the thin material. Barb was right. Her panties were soaked and warm.
Sharon pulled her hand away and nodded. "Okay, Barb. But once we're inside, you're on your own." Taking a deep breath, Sharon turned the knob and led the way inside.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sharon took Barb directly into the living room where Allan was reading the evening paper and Chuck was watching television. They both looked up when the girls entered.
"Allan? Chuck? I'd like you to meet a friend of mine. This is Barb White. We go to school together."
Chuck waved and said "Hi," but Allan put his paper down and stood up. He walked over to them, grinning, with his hand stuck out.
"Hi, Barb. I'm glad to meet you. You live around here, do you?"
"Yes. Over on the other side of the shopping center." She began blushing as she took Allan's hand and shook it limply.
Sharon could see no point in postponing the inevitable. Before Allan could turn around and go back to his chair, she said, "Allan, we've got something to tell you."
"Oh? What?"
"I… I told Barb all about you and the room downstairs. She, well, she wants to…" The words stuck in her throat.
Allan's face changed expressions several times, then he smiled widely and looked at Barb. "So you'd like to join us, is that it?"
Barb nodded quickly, "Uh-huh." She gulped and her face turned a deeper shade of red.
Chuck had heard and swiveled his head around. His eyes were flicking up and down Barb's figure, taking in the big tits and the long, shapely legs. He was also smiling, but it was more lustful than happy.
"Well, Barb," Allan said, quietly. "You understand this has to be an absolute secret. I'm surprised that Sharon told you. It really didn't hurt anything, I guess. But you'll have to give me your word that you'll never tell anyone about it."
"Oh, I won't! Honest, Mister Morton! I never will!"
"Call me Allan." He frowned and put a hand under his chin. "Well, let's see. Ruth's still asleep. And I had Patty lie down for a while. I'll tell you what. Why don't the four of us go downstairs now? Supper won't be ready for a while, and we can get several pictures before then. Is that all right?"
Barb nodded her head eagerly. "Sure. Whatever you say."
"I guess we might as well," Sharon said softly. Now she was more a part of things than ever, and couldn't refuse anything.
"Great!" Allan said. "C'mon, Chuck. Let's go downstairs."
Allan led the way and Chuck brought up the rear. When they reached the red door and stepped inside, and Allan turned on the light, Barb squealed with delight at the big satin-covered bed and the red drapes covering the walls.
"Jeez!" she squealed. "This is fantastic!"
"Well, let's all get undressed," Allan said matter-of-factly. "I'll get the camera ready."
As Sharon disrobed, she kept her eyes on Barb. The girl seemed to be bubbling with enthusiasm as she quickly stripped her clothes off, seemingly unashamed to bare her body before total strangers.
The first thing that Sharon noticed was that Barb's nipples were larger than her own, though their titties were about the same size. And for some reason she was surprised that her cunt hair was light colored, even though it was thick and curly. Barb had a cute pussy that poached out from her groin, and her ass was nicely rounded.
"You've got a terrific figure, Barb," Allan said. His huge hairy shaft was rigid and throbbing as he gazed at the blonde's cunt and tits. "You're not a virgin, are you?"
Barb blushed again and shook her head. "No. No, I'm not. But there was only one," she added quickly.
Allan chuckled. "It doesn't make any difference, honey."
Sharon noticed that the girl was staring intently at Allan's massive cock. Then she looked at Chuck's hard naked prick. It was obvious that Barb was anxious to get one of those huge poles into her pussy.