Brian Laver - More than a mother

After kissing for a while, he asked her to come with him into the living room, which had now become a dark cavern of necking kids. She didn't say anything, but she didn't resist when Bobby took her hand and led her into the darkness of the living room.

Bobby flopped down in a vacant chair and pulled Kathy down on his lap. He knew she could feel his hard cock as she sat on it. Now he was in a position where he could really explore her body, if only she were willing to let him. His arm snaked around her waist and they kissed again. This time she plunged her tongue into his mouth and the kiss was a real sizzler.

Now was the time to grab her tit, Bobby knew. He decided to take the big chance, and slipped his hand under her jersey before bringing it to her tit. The smooth skin of her side felt so good that he was going to be awfully disappointed if he couldn't fondle her tits. He tightened his grip around her waist before taking her cunt in his hand. When he cupped the living sponginess of her boob, she didn't resist and Bobby felt proud of himself.

Her tit was so firm that it he wasn't holding the actual skin, he would have been sure she was wearing a bra. It wasn't real big, but it fit his hand real well. He felt the nipple with his finger tip. No wonder it showed so clearly under her jersey; it was hard as a bullet! Bobby was having a good time running his hand over both tits and exploring the valley between them. He'd handled a lot boobs lately and they had all been different.

He wondered what he might be able to do to further his efforts with her. Even though the room was dark, it was full of people and Kathy probably wouldn't let him get much farther until they were alone. Suddenly, Carl came up to him with a serious look on his face.

"Hey, Bobby, do you know a girl named Roberta Johns?" his brother asked him.

Did he? He'd been lusting after her for a long time. Could she be at the party? Carl leaned down and whispered in Bobby's ear.

"She's in the kitchen, and I'll bet if you get there quick, she'd be willing to do anything you wanted. She locked pretty desperate and she's asking about you."

Now Bobby was in a real dilemma. Should he leave Kathy, who he already had, to see what Roberta wanted? Roberta was the girl of his dreams – wet dreams usually. He couldn't resist.

"I'll be right back," he said to Kathy as he slipped out from under her. He knew it wasn't a very nice thing to do, but if he couldn't find Roberta, he would be back. Everything, after all, was fair in love and war, or so he'd heard.

As Bobby made his way to the kitchen he suddenly had a horrible thought. He looked back into the dim living room. Sure enough – there was Carl, sitting in the chair he'd abandoned, and kissing Kathy. He'd been had. Bobby felt like shit when he realized he was still a fall guy.

Well, there didn't seem to be anything to do but start over. He grabbed another bottle of beer and looked around for a girl he could start something with. The idea that Roberta was looking for him was too far-fetched to even bother checking out.

Dot was standing near the record player. She was alone and swaying to the music. Her blonde hair shook sensually as it fell around her gorgeous tits. He wondered if it would be a good idea to talk to her. She might still be pissed about him having watched her and Carl fuck. The beer gave Bobby the courage to go up to her; that and the memory of her ass humping while Carl's cock was bathing in her snatch. He had to get real close to make himself heard over the loud music.

"Hi, Dot," he said right into her ear. "Hope you're not still mad at me."

She looked at him, and then went on with her rhythmic swaying. He tried again.

"I couldn't help it, you know. I was in the garage when the two of you suddenly came in." He was feeling light-headed and wanted to clear things up with this chick. "I couldn't even see anything, really."

Still no response. Bobby felt that as long as she was at his house, she could at least talk to him. One way or another, he was determined to get her to say something.

"I'll never forget how pretty your ass looked while Carl put it to you."

That did it. "Fuck off, creep," she said.

Bobby didn't think it would be a good idea to waste more time on her. He slipped away. The beer, besides making him feel high, made him want to piss. He walked to the bathroom and opened the door. There, in the middle of the room, was a girl, who he didn't know, on her knees with Don's cock in her mouth. Bobby turned around and closed the door. If he couldn't even take a piss in his own house, what kind of party was this? He went out to the yard, pissed and came back in determined to find a chick and stick with her.

There seemed to be an awfully big crowd milling about in the hall that led to the bedrooms, and Bobby decided to see what the attraction was. A bunch of guys were crowding around the door to his room. He made his way through the crush of guys and into the room, which was also full of guys. Finally he saw what was drawing them.

A chick was lying on the bed and someone was fucking. It seemed strange that all these people were here to watch a fuck, and stranger that the fuckers would want to have an audience. Maybe there was something special about it, and Bobby decided to watch for himself.

The girl looked familiar to him, but he didn't know where he knew her from. She was pretty, though, as far as he could tell. Much more prominent was the guy's ass as it bobbed up and down with the pumping action of his cock. He hadn't even taken off his pants, but only pulled them down around his ankles, Bobby enjoyed the exhibition. It gave him a hard-on, and was better than wandering around looking for a chick and not coming up with one. The boy fucking was giving a good performance. His balls were swinging wildly against the girl's ass, and she was thrusting her hips up at him to maximize the penetration of his cock in her drooling curd.

Bobby was pressed close to the action by the mob around the bed and had a good view. The guy was coming, so Bobby knew he would soon have a good look at the girl's body. Thai would be nice, he thought. At least he could look.

As soon as the kid came, he rolled off the chick Bobby suddenly realized where he had seen her. It was the tall, skinny chick who was, along with her friend, the first to show up. Now he had a good look at her body, and it was as nice as could be. Her small, firm tits stood proudly on her chest, each capped with a bright-pink nipple. Her tummy was flat and her hips narrow. There was a nice flare to her hips and her pussy was covered by a light sprinkling of wispy hair. He could see the crack very clearly, and it looked inviting.

The view didn't last long, though. She was soon covered by another male body. So that was it, Bobby figured – a gang-bang. He'd heard of that, but never expected to see one right in his own bedroom. The new fucker had also just pulled his pants down and jumped in. Bobby decided he would take a turn, too, though there was a lot of competition. Looking around the room, he saw another cluster of guys around another bed – his bed.

Rather than just stand in line here, he decided to see what else was going on. On his own bed, when he elbowed his way to it, he saw the slim girl's short friend. She was also taking on a whole bunch of guys. Bobby got there just in time to see a guy roll off her and expose her body to the gaze of the crowd.

Her body was so different from her friend's that it seemed funny. She had bulbous tits capped by enormous nipples. Her stomach looked like it would be very comfortable to lie on and her thick thighs were spread and waiting for the next guy to fill her cunt. Bobby looked at the girl's pink-lipped pussy and decided to plug it. He fumbled with his belt buckle, but before he could get his pants down, another kid had mounted the girl and taken his place. Bobby squeezed through the crowd to get back to the first girl. He hoped he would be in time to slip right into her snatch. Unfortunately she was also occupied.