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Tina's Torpedoes Ch. 01

By: Olddirtyman



Chapter 1: Tina Wants To Teach

Tina Torpedowicz had the biggest tits in town. Her 42 double D, conical funbags attracted attention wherever she went. She didn't mind the attention at all. In fact she loved it. The raven-haired, eighteen year old bombshell thoroughly enjoyed teasing the guys. Of course, she never teased for too long. She liked cocks too much for that. She loved the feel of them, the smell of them, and the life of them. Whether in her pussy, her ass, her hands, her mouth or between her tits she would revel in them.

Tina was in a position that most guys loved to see her in. Certainly, many had. She was on her knees, topless, with a cock in her mouth. 

Sid Crenshaw grabbed the side of Tina's head as her mouth slurped along his prong. In twenty years of teaching English Literature he had never experienced anything like what Tina was doing. While he had never been averse to trading sex for a good grade, and had, over the years, sampled many of the nubile, young babes in his classes, none of them were like Tina. He was convinced that she had elevated fellatio to an art form. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere as her lips slid up and down his pole. When he factored in the visual stimulation of watching her bullet shaped boobs bounce as she moved it was almost too much pleasure to bear. He was sure that he was going to blow any second.

Just as that thought formed in his head Tina pulled her head off of his dick with a loud slurp.

"You know," she said with a sly grin, "I don't think you're into this at all today, Mr. Crenshaw."

"What?" said the teacher in surprise.

"No," said Tina, "I don't think you want me to suck you off at all."

"Don't be ridiculous, young lady," Crenshaw said, trying very hard to sound stern, "get back your work!"

"I don't think so," said Tina.

"Please," the teacher begged in a near panic, "finish what you started."

"No," said Tina.

Crenshaw didn't know what to do. He was so close.

"Instead," said Tina, "I think you'd rather have this."

With that she grabbed a tit in each hand and trapped his cock between them. He let out a low moan as the soft flesh touched him. He gripped the arms of his chair tightly and began furiously humping her cleavage. 

"That's it, Mr. Crenshaw," Tina cooed, "fuck my tits. Isn't that what you really wanted?"

Crenshaw couldn't answer. He was too focused on the magnificent pressure of Tina's mountain-skins on his dick. He began ramming his cock through that heavenly crevasse as hard as he could. His hips were moving back and forth at jackhammer speed.

"Oh, fuck," he moaned, "Coming!"

Tina immediate released his cock from her tit flesh and plunged her mouth down over it. As he began to shoot volley after volley of his ball batter into her throat she began swallowing every drop.

When he finished she sat up, licked her lips, and asked, "So, Mr. Crenshaw, did I pass the 'oral test'?"

"With and A+," said Crenshaw through ragged breath, "An A fucking plus!"

She stuffed her bra into her purse and put her sweater back on. As she nearly skipped out of the room she turned to Crenshaw and said, "Thank you, Mr. Crenshaw. I have to meet s friend now."

"Thank you, Miss Torpedowicz," Crenshaw answered exhaustedly, "Lucky friend." Then he slumped down in his chair, too wiped out to even pull his pants up.

Tina hurried out of the school building to meet one of her best friends, Sarah Liplock. Sarah didn't have the spectacular hooters that Tina had, but she was no slouch either. She had a very appetizing pair of round, 36 D's that bounced delightfully when she walked. 

As they began to walk home Tina was only half listening to what her friend was saying. That session with her teacher had left her seriously horny. She was trying to figure out what she could do, or who she could do, to relieve herself. It wasn't as though Sarah was talking about anything new anyway. As usual, she was whining about her boyfriend.

"I don't know," said Sarah mournfully, "maybe it's me."

"I doubt it," said Tina. "I mean, look who you're dating."

"Biff is captain of the football team," Sarah said defensively, brushing as strand of her long, blonde hair out of her face, "and he's got muscles all over."

"Except where it counts," said Tina snidely. "He's got a four inch dick and he doesn't know what to do with it."

"Just because you're a size queen..." Sarah stopped in mid-sentence as it dawned on her, "Wait a minute! You've had sex with Biff?" she screamed.

"Oh, don't get so upset," said Tina with a scowl. "It was just one time, before you were dating, and it will never happen again. I don't like being bored!"

"Well, if it was before we were dating..." Sarah pouted.

Tina cut her off by saying, "Besides, I'm not a size queen. Sure I can appreciate a big one, but there's more to sex than that. I've been with guys whose cocks would scare the hell out of most women who thought that a huge cock was all they needed to satisfy me. They expected me to do all the work. I've also been with relatively small guys who know all the right moves to get me off big time," then she added with a wink, "Like the old saying goes, 'It ain't the meat. It's the motion'."

"So, what do I do?" Sarah asked.

"How about," said Tina with a grin, "if, next time you and Biff are getting hot and heavy, you just grab his ears, shove his head down to your crotch, and tell him that him he wants to get his dick in there again he'd better get his tongue in first and do you right?"

"Tina," Sarah whined as she blushed, "I couldn't do that."

"Then you're screwed," said Tina flatly.

"But," Sarah continued, "what if he wants me to put his thing in my mouth after that. He might think that it was only fair."

"Boys have a strange sense of the word 'fairness'. Besides," said Tina, "it's not a 'thing'! It's a 'dick' or a 'cock'! At least call it a 'penis' for cryin' out loud!"

"Allright," said Sarah, "What if he wants me to put his," she paused to gather strength, "penis in my mouth? What then?"

"You do it," said Tina.

"But, that's gross!" exclaimed Sarah.

"He's likely to think the same thing about eating your pussy the first time," said Tina, "but, if it means the difference between getting his pole greased and blue balls he'll do it." 

"But, what if I don't do it right? What if I gag?" Sarah whined.

"First off, to a guy, there's no such thing as a bad blowjob. Second off, Biff doesn't have enough dick to get anywhere near your throat. So, gagging isn't an issue," Tina answered.

Sarah had to smile ruefully at that crack. After thinking about it for a bit she said, "It's still gross."

"It may seem like that at first," said Tina, "But, you'll get used to it. You might even get to like it."

They walked along in silence for a time after that. Actually, it might be more accurate to say that they jiggled along. Their boobs and butts bounced hypnotically with every step, turning heads and stiffening dicks as they went. 

"I still don't know," Sarah said at long last, "it sounds kind of weird."

As Sarah said that Tina noticed a male friend of hers walking about half a block ahead of them. An idea struck her.

"What you need," she said, "is a demonstration, and I think I know just how to arrange that."

"What?" said Sarah.

"Never mind," said Tina, "Just meet me at my house in an hour." 

"I thought that we going to go to the burger joint to tease the guys," Sarah whined.

"I never tease," said Tina, then added, "for very long. We can tease the guys anytime. You need help with this now."

"What are up to?" Sarah said, looking at Tina with narrowed eyes.

"Just trust me, Sarah. Come to my house in an hour and I'll explain everything," Tina said. "And I do mean everything!" she added with a sly grin. "Wear something sexy!" 

"Okay," said Sarah tentatively and she started to walk off toward her own house to change.

Tina immediately took off at a dead run to catch up with the friend that she had seen up ahead of her and Sarah.

"Stanley!" she called out. "Stanley, wait up!"

Stanley Dwendle stopped walking when he heard his name. When he turned his thin, gangly frame around to find out who was calling and saw that it was Tina he backtracked a bit to meet her half way. 

"Hi, Tina," he said with a big grin, "What's up?"

Tina ran up to Stanley, threw her arms around him, and gave him a big sloppy kiss with lots of tongue. With Tina's massive boobs pressing into his chest and her tongue dancing around in his mouth Stanley's trousers almost immediately started to tighten.

When they finally came up for air Stanley said, "Whoa! That was quite a greeting. It hasn't been that long since we've seen each other. Has it?"

"No," said Tina, "only about a week."

"Well, we've both been kind of busy," said Stanley.

"That's true," Tina said, "Listen, I need to ask you a big favor."

"What's the problem?" he asked as they resumed walking.

"I need a teacher for a friend of mine," said Tina.

"I can do that. Math and History are my good subjects. If it's one of those no problem."

"It isn't either of those."

"Well if it's English Grammar I'm going to have to take a pass," said Stanley, "I'm not very good at that. I never could get the hang of comas."

"No," said Tina with a smirk, "the subject is Biology." 

"Biology?" asked Stanley raising one eyebrow. "Is this going where I think it's going?"

"Probably," Tina chuckled, "I mean Biology as in Sex Education."

"That's where I thought it was going all right," said Stanley, "Male or female?"

"Female."

"Well, that's something, anyway," said Stanley dubiously. "I'm a bit confused, though."

"There's nothing to be confused about," said Tina firmly, "I want you to teach one of my friends how to fuck. That's pretty clear cut."

"That's just it," said Stanley, "I thought all of your friends knew that. They're all gorgeous enough to get plenty of opportunities to practice."

"You'd be surprised," said Tina, "Half of them have no idea what they're doing. They think that all they have to do is be beautiful and just lie there."

"That sounds really boring," said Stanley.

"Unless," said Tina with a smirk, "you're into necrophel—"

"Don't even go there!" Stanley interrupted with a big grin.

"Does that clear up your confusion?" Tina asked.

"Some of it," Stanley answered, "Why me?"

"Because you're trustworthy, compassionate, have a ten inch dick, you can fuck all night, and you eat pussy like there's no tomorrow," said Tina.

"Well," Stanley said with a rueful smile, "at least you started out with 'trustworthy'. Who's my student?"

"Sarah Liplock," said Tina flatly.

"Sarah Liplock?" Stanley screamed incredulously, "Have you lost your mind? Are you trying to get me killed?"

"Will you keep your voice down?" said Tina harshly.

"That's Biff Grinder's girl," said Stanley through clenched teeth. It was the only way he could think of to lower his voice. "If he sees me within five miles of Sarah he'll kill me!"

"Yea, but—"

"No! Absolutely not!" said Stanley, "He'll get the whole football team to pound the shit out of me. If I survive it at all I'll spend several months in the hospital in traction! And that's if I just look at her let alone fuck her! You're out of your mind!"

"He's not likely to find out," said Tina, "Who's going to tell him? Sarah?"

"Even at that," said Stanley, trying to calm himself, "She'll never go for it anyway. She hates me as much as Biff does."

"I've got a way to get around that," said Tina.

"I don't want to hear it," said Stanley. 

"Oh, come on, Stanley," Tina pleaded.

"No," Stanley said firmly. He took a deep breath then continued, "Listen, even if, by some strange miracle, you could talk Sarah into going along with this there's one other thing you haven't taken into account."

"What's that?" Tina asked.

"Anything that you and I teach Sarah she's going to immediately use on Biff. Why the hell should I do him any favors. He's been the bane of my existence all my life. He's been beating me up once, sometimes twice, a week since kindergarten. Why in the world would I want to do anything that would benefit Biff Grinder?"

That stopped Tina cold.

"Shit," she muttered, "I hadn't thought of that."

"You haven't thought of a lot of things," Stanley said.

"Look," said Tina, "Don't think of it as doing a favor for Biff. Think of it as doing a favor for me, for Sarah," she reached down and gave his dick a squeeze through his trousers, "and for this guy."

"No," said Stanley, "It's not worth the risk."

"Stanley," said Tina after a long pause, "How long have we known each other?"

"Since the fifth grade."

"Right, and in that time when have I ever steered you wrong?"

Stanley stopped, turned to Tina, looked her directly in the eye and said, "Would you like the list in chronological order or alphabetically?"

"That's not fair!" Tina protested.

"It's perfectly fair," said Stanley, "You're a veritable cornucopia of bad advice. You've gotten me into more stupid trouble than most people can even imagine."

Tina thought for a moment then said, "Okay. When it comes to sex have I ever steered you wrong?"

That stopped Stanley cold.

"No," he admitted.

"Then just do this for me," said Tina, "please?"

"Why do you need a guy anyway? Why don't you just use a dildo?" Stanley asked.

"Because," Tina answered, "then she would just learn technique. She can learn that anytime. What she needs right now is to learn about the give and take of lovemaking."

"That's the first thing you've said that makes sense," Stanley said, "Still, I'm sure that you could get someone else to do this. There are lots of guys who would kill for a chance to get into Sarah's pants."

"That's just it. They would all just look at it as a chance to fuck Sarah. None of them would take the time or have the patience to teach her what she needs to know. They'd just wham, bam, thank you mam, and take off. You're the only man that I can trust to do it right," Tina said. 

When it came to the male of the species, Tina almost never used the word "man" to describe them. There were a small handful of guys that she thought of as men, and Stanley was the only one her own age that she thought of that way. Stanley knew that.

He looked at Tina, took a deep breath and said, "You're going to just keep after me until I do this aren't you."

"More than likely," said Tina. 

"Fine," Said Stanley with a sigh of resignation, "I'll save us both a lot of trouble, then, and agree to it now." 

Tina kissed him on the cheek, groped his dick one more time, and said, "That's one of the things that I respect most about you. You know how to choose your battles." 

"When do you want to do this?" Stanley asked.

"In fifteen minute at my house," said Tina with a big grin.

"That figures," said Stanley.

As she started to walk away she added, "Thank, Stanley. You won't regret it."

"Wanna bet?" Stanley muttered ruefully as he watched her round ass sway off into the distance. 

Then his eyes went wide as he remembered something very important that he had to do right that minute. He whipped out his cell phone to send a hasty text.

"Tina alert!" was all he typed.

"Got it!" was the immediate answer, followed by, "Shit! Miss u. Tomorrow then?"

"Tomorrow then," Stanley typed back, "Miss u 2."

When Tina got home she raced up the stairs to her room to change clothes. She had to make a few quick decisions. She didn't have much time. She finally chose an outfit, checked herself in the mirror, ran to her mother's closet and grabbed a plain, blue, terrycloth robe. Then she raced downstairs. Just as she got to the bottom step the doorbell rang.

"He's right on time," she thought.

When she opened the door Stanley eyes nearly popped out of his head at what she was wearing. Tina had chosen a pink tube top that had obviously been designed for a woman with no bigger than B cup breasts. Her missile-shaped tits bulged delightfully over the top and under the bottom of the heavily strained garment. She also wore a pair a battered jean cut-offs that were way too small for her sexy hips and ass. They were so tight that it looked like she had denim skin. 

Tina twirled to show off the outfit. "What do you think?" she asked coquettishly.

"I think you could get a rise out of a dead man dressed like that," Stanley said with a leer.

He walked up behind her and started grinding his hardening cock into the crack of her ass, dry humping her through their clothing. As he reached around her to fondle her breasts and tweak her nipples he did the one thing that he knew would drive her nuts. He licked the nape of her neck. 

"Oh, fuck," Tina moaned, "Don't do that now. You know it makes me crazy."

Stanley's response was to do it again, only this time more slowly. Tina humped her well curved butt against his, now, rock hard cock and grasped his hands more tightly to her tits. She had intended to try to pull them off, but she couldn't quite bring herself to do it.

"Stanley," she finally managed to say, "we don't have time for this. Sarah will be here in less than fifteen minutes."

With herculean effort Stanley let go of Tina's breasts and pulled himself away from her incredible backside.

"We'll go to the basement," said Tina breathlessly, "there's more room there." 

Stanley nodded and followed Tina through the kitchen to the basement stairs and then down. They were both sufficiently preoccupied that neither of them noticed the abandoned cell phone on the kitchen counter.

The basement was well finished with wood paneling on the walls, linoleum flooring which created the illusion of a wood floor, a comfortable, but well-worn couch, a small coffee table, and several beanbag chairs. 

Tina sat down on the couch and said, "Strip and put this on. " She handed Stanley the bathrobe. When Stanley was down to his underwear and about to take them off Tina beckoned him over to the couch.

"We got each other pretty hot and bothered upstairs," said Tina. 

With that she yanked Stanley's shorts down the floor and plunged her mouth down over his still hard cock. She took him right down to the root all at once.

Stanley let out a low moan. Tina kept her nose buried in his pubic hair for almost a full minute. Her tongue danced around his shaft as her throat muscles constricted rhythmically on the head of his cock.

Stanley's breathing became ragged and erratic, but he finally managed to say, "Do we have time for this?"

"I just want to take the edge off before Sarah gets here," said Tina, pulling her mouth off of his dick for a moment, "I want to make sure that you last a long time with her."

With that she put him back in her mouth and started bobbing her head along his shaft. She would take him right down to the root, snake her tongue out to lick his balls, and then yank her mouth back up to the head to give it a few licks. She kept repeating the process over and over again at break neck speed.

"Oh, shit," Stanley moaned. 

He grabbed the sides of Tina's head. He wasn't trying to guide her. He was just hanging on for dear life. It had been a long time since Tina had given him one of, what she liked to call, her "power blowjobs". It was meant to get a man off as quickly as possible. Stanley was the only guy Tina knew who had lasted more than a minute-and-a-half under the treatment. He had once lasted ten minutes receiving Tina's unique and aggressive oral assault. They both knew that he wasn't going last anywhere near that long this time. They both knew that he was getting close. So was Tina. She only achieved orgasm while blowing someone once in great while. She had only recently figured out that those events had only happened while she blowing Stanley. She didn't quite know what, if anything, that meant and at the moment she didn't care. She was completely focused on getting them both off.


Tina's Torpedoes Ch. 01



For his part Stanley had been rendered incapable of any thought at all. The only thing that existed for him was the exquisite pressure of Tina's throat and the magical dance her tongue was doing on his dick. He could feel the pressure building in his balls. He was going to blow any second. Her tongue was moving so rapidly as she sucked him that it felt like was everywhere on his shaft at once. He looked down to watch his pole sliding in and out of her plump lips and to watch her fleshy torpedoes bounce and bulge inside her tiny tube top. He reached down to squeeze one of her ripe tits. When he tweaked her nipple he put her over the top. She shuddered, groaned, and came. Her throat muscle clamped down tightly on the head of his cock as she did so. That was all Stanley could take.

"Oh, fuck!" he shouted, "I'm coming!

He grabbed her head and held it tightly to his body as he shot rope after rope of jizz down her slender throat.

"Oh, shit! Oh, fuck!" he moaned, "Swallow! Swallow! Swallow!"

Tina did the best she could, but Stanley's discharge was too much even for her and bits of it started to dribble out of the side of her mouth. After Stanley had shot last blast of his juice down her throat he staggered backwards and flopped down into one of the beanbag chairs. His cock slid out of her mouth with a loud slurping sound. 

"Shit!" he said, "That was amazing! What got you so worked up?"

"Getting my English Lit grade up to speed," she said.

"Hell's bells," said Stanley, "If you did anything to old man Crenshaw that's even close to what you just did to me that poor bastard won't be able to walk for a week."

Tina grinned and said, "He did seem to be having a little trouble putting himself back together."

Turning serious Stanley asked, "So, how are we going to do this with Sarah?"

Tina handed him the robe and said, "Put this on and go into the laundry room," she pointed to a door at the corner of the room near the couch, "and don't come out until I tell you to." 

"She's never going to go for this, you know," said Stanley, "The minute she sees me she's going to freak. She hates me."

"I've got that base covered," said Tina, "Just make sure that when you come out of the laundry room that the robe is closed."

Stanley looked at her quizzically.

"Trust me on this one?" said Tina. 

Suddenly the doorbell rang.

"Shit! She's early!" Tina exclaimed. "I had a whole scenario worked out for this. Now I won't have time to explain it to you. We'll just have to play it by ear."

Stanley grabbed the robe and grumbled, "How do I let myself get talked into these things?"

Tina didn't hear him she was already bounding up the stairs to go let Sarah in.



Tina's Torpedoes Ch. 02: The Lesson



Tina had been right. It had been Sarah at the door. Tina led her friend down to the basement. Neither of them noticed the vibrating cell phone on the kitchen counter. Tina had Sarah sit in one of the beanbag chairs. Then she pulled up one of the others and sat closely next to the girl.

"I don't know if I'm ready for this," Sarah said quietly.

"If you're ready to have sex," said Tina firmly, "you're ready to learn how to do it right." 

"I guess so," said Sarah.

"Sarah," said Tina, looking her friend straight in the eye, "I don't want to force you. I don't want you to do anything that you don't want to do. I'm only trying to help."

"I know," said Sarah, "I'm just not sure what to expect."

"Do you trust me?" Tina asked.

"Well, of course I do," said Sarah.

"If you want to go and forget all about it you can," Tina said soothingly, "I won't think badly of you if you do."

"No," said Sarah in nearly a whisper, "I want to do this. I want to learn. Biff deserves it."

"More importantly," said Tina, "you deserve it."

Sarah smiled slowly and said, "You're right. Let's do it."

"Okay," said Tina, "Did you change into something sexy?"

"Yeah," said Sarah with a giggle, "Wanna see?"

"Sure," said Tina, "Stand up and show me. All I can see right now is Biff's letter jacket."

"I had to wear something over it," Sarah said defensively, "I couldn't go walking through the streets in broad daylight dressed like this. What would people think?"

"Fair enough," Tina said with a chuckle, "So, show me already."

The petite, blonde girl stood up and opened the jacket to reveal a variation on the classic little, black dress. Emphasize the word "little". It looked to be, at least, half a size too small for her. It fit her somewhat more tightly than a second skin. The hem was only an inch or so below her crotch and the V-neck plunged to just below her 36 D breasts, squeezing them into a delightfully enticing cleavage.

"What do you think?" Sarah asked tentatively, "Is it enough? Is it too much?"

"It's perfect," said Tina with a big grin, "absolutely perfect."

Sarah sat back down and said, "So, now what?"

"I think it's time," said Tina, a little more loudly than Sarah thought she needed to, "to meet your teacher."

Stanley knew a theatrical cue when he heard one. He emerged from the laundry room clad only in a fuzzy, blue, terrycloth robe. 

"Are you out of your mind?" Sarah screeched as she leaped to her feet, "That's Stanley the Dweeb!"

"Sarah," Tina started to say.

Sarah cut her off still screaming, "Are you crazy?"

"That's what I said when she brought it up," Stanley said flatly.

Tina was about to shoot him a dirty look when he winked at her. They hadn't had a chance to discuss strategy because Sarah had shown up early. The wink told her that Stanley was up to something. She trusted him enough to run with it.

"You stay out of this, you creep!" Sarah screeched at Stanley. 

She suddenly realized that the letter jacket was still open and Stanley could stare at her cleavage. She pulled the jacket tightly to her bust-line with one hand and, wildly gesturing toward Stanley with the other, she turned to Tina and continued her tirade.

"I wouldn't let that creep touch me, let alone...let alone..." she glared at Tina, "Are you crazy?"

Suddenly, Sarah stopped screaming as something dawned on her. She turned to face Stanley.

"What do you mean that you thought she was crazy?" she asked indignantly.

"I simply meant," Stanley said evenly, "That I thought that this was a stupid idea."

"You think being with me is stupid?" she screamed.

"That's not what I meant," said Stanley.

"You little creep," Sarah shouted angrily, "there isn't a boy our man at school who wouldn't kill to get his hands on this body!"

"That doesn't necessarily mean that this was a good idea," Stanley responded softly but firmly, "As Tina said, nobody is going to force you to do anything that you don't want to do. If you want to leave neither of us will stop you or think ill of you for doing so." 

Sarah couldn't quite decide which was making her madder, the fact that Stanley the Dweeb seemed to be rejecting her or the fact that he was being so calm about it. Either way she wasn't going to take this challenge lightly.

"Give me one good reason that I should stay," Sarah demanded indignantly.

"All right," Stanley said evenly as he untied the belt and opened the robe.

His dick was still soft, but, even at that, it was a good six inches of flesh. Sarah was dumbfounded. She stood with her mouth open staring, wide-eyed, at Stanley's crotch. 

She tried to take a step back from what she saw, but stumbled and fell backwards into the beanbag chair.

"That's your," she took a deep breath because she still had trouble saying such things out loud, "p-penis?"

"No!" Said Tina sternly, "Biff has a penis. That," she pointed to Stanley's man-meat, "is a cock!"

Sarah was speechless. Everything that she thought she knew had just been swept away. Her big, muscular, football-player boyfriend had a penis that was only slightly longer that he index finger. This skinny dweeb, that she had always hated, had a cock that was almost as thick as her wrist. Stanley's equipment was longer soft than her boyfriend's was hard. Her whole world had just been turned inside out.

Trying to recover her composure and control she said, "That can't be real."

Stanley raised one eyebrow and responded, "I've heard many people say the same thing about your breasts."

"What?" Sarah exclaimed. 

She jumped to her feet again, threw off the letter jacket, and yanked the V-neck of her dress down below her braless tits. 

Stanley felt a stirring in his loins. He fought it down. It wasn't time yet. But, it took every ounce of strength he had to succeed. Sarah's boobs were amazingly symmetrical, round globes of flesh. The bounced alluringly as she held them up for his inspection. He wanted to do nothing more in that moment than to throw her down on the couch, wrap those gorgeous tits around his prong, and hump away until her gave her a pearl necklace and a facial she would never forget. But, not yet. Not yet.

Tina was watching the pair with wonder. This was not what she had planned. Her idea was that, if Sarah started to object (which Tina had been sure she would) Tina had figured that she would start stroking and sucking Stanley's big cock until she got Sarah's motor running hot enough to forget her objections. After that she would have let Stanley take it from there. This was better! This was far and away better. This was better than she could possibly have imagined.

The more Tina thought about the more she realized that if it had gone her way Sarah might have gone along and perhaps even learned something in the bargain, but there was a good chance that she would have regretted it afterwards. Sarah would have claimed that she got caught up in the moment and might even have repressed whatever she learned out of guilt. Stanley, on the other hand, was pushing all of Sarah's buttons in such a way as to gently coax her into rethinking and reexamining things. He wasn't pushing her into anything. He was doing what any good teacher does. He was giving her a chance to decide for herself how and when to learn. 

In his fight to suppress his oncoming erection Stanley glanced at Tina. When she caught his eye she mouthed the word, "Well done." It gave him the last bit of strength he needed to regain control of his body.

Stanley looked back at Sarah and her lovely round melons, which she was still holding up and out to make darned sure that he saw them in all their glory.

"Do these look fake to you?" she asked challengingly.

"Impressive," he said calmly, "but, that doesn't actually prove anything."

That did it. Now she was mad. 

"Well, maybe this will!" she shouted as she grabbed his wrist to pull his hand to her chest.

Stanley shook his wrist free of her grip.

"I'm willing to take your word for it," Stanley said with a smile.

What the heck was going on? Biff would always kiss her once or twice the immediately start feeling her up through her blouse and bra. Every guy she had ever even made out with had gone immediately for her boobs. Sometimes their preoccupation with her chest was darned annoying. 

Every once in a while, when she'd be trying to have a conversation with some guy and he would only seem to talk to her cleavage, she would tap him on the shoulder to get his attention, point to her eyes, and say, in the snarkiest tone of voice she could manage, "I'm up here."

Yet, there she was flashing, no offering, her breasts to a skinny geek that she couldn't stand and he had pulled away. What was wrong with him? Was he gay? Was he just stupid? Or... maybe it was something with her. No. That couldn't be right. Could it? Maybe...

"You don't like them?" she asked in a soft whine.

"Of course I do," Stanley said in quiet, comforting tone, "How could I not. They are beautiful."

"Then why...,' she started to ask.

He cut her of saying, "I'm quite willing to take your word that they're real."

"Oh," she whispered, then added, "Thank you."

"Sarah," Tina said.

Sarah jumped when her friend spoke. She had forgotten that Tina was there. 

Stanley watched her boobs bounce and jiggle when she jumped. He sent the thought to his crotch, "Down, boy. Time for that later."

"What?" said a very startled Sarah.

"Why aren't you wearing a bra?" Tina asked with a smirk, "I've never seen you go anywhere without a bra."

Sarah blushed beet red and hurriedly began stuffing her breasts back into her top. This whole thing was very confusing, but it was starting to turn her on. After she got her boobs properly resituated back in her top her hard nipples made enticing little bumps in the fabric.

"I just thought," she said struggling for words, "well maybe," she paused again and then said in a very small voice, "I thought that it would save some time."

"We're not in any kind of hurry," said Stanley.

"Yeah," said Tina, "Part of the point here is to learn to take things slowly."

Sarah drew herself up into a ball on the beanbag chair hugging her knees to her chest.

"I'm confused," she said softly.

Tina and Stanley looked at each other questioningly. Stanley finally pointed to Sarah and nodded. Tina got the message and knelt down beside Sarah.

She stroked Sarah's cheek and asked, "What are you confused about? We'll try to help."

"I don't know," Sarah mumbled.

"What is it, Sarah? What don't you know?" Tina asked.

Sarah was practically in tears when she said, "What's wrong with me?"

Stanley knelt down next Sarah opposite Tina.

"There's nothing wrong with you," he said.

"What makes you think that something's wrong with you?" Tina asked. 

"I don't know," Sarah whimpered, "This is all just so weird." She stopped to take a deep breath. "I mean, I agreed to this nutty scheme of yours to teach me about sex. My teacher turns out to be a guy I've always hated. Then, on top of everything else and for no reason that I can figure out, I start throwing myself at the guy and he refuses to catch me." She looked at Tina pleadingly. "Doesn't that sound like there's something wrong?"

"That doesn't mean that there's anything wrong with you," said Tina.

"She's right," said Stanley, "What's wrong is that we're in a stupid situation," he turned to Tina and said with no small amount of annoyance, "and we know whose cockeyed idea created it."

"I was trying to help," Tina said defensively.

Sarah uncurled herself, sat up and said, "You're always trying to help."

"If you could manage to mind your own business for five minutes..." Stanley said letting the half sentence hang in the air.

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Right," she said sarcastically, "that'll happen."

Tina hugged her knees to her chest and whined, "I was trying to help."

"You mentioned that," Stanley said. He turned to Sarah, "Listen, I'm sorry about this. I should never have let her talk me into this asinine thing."

"Well," said Sarah, "To be completely fair, I did come to her with my problem with Biff."

"You see?" said Tina, "I wasn't meddling. I..."

"Shut up!" said Stanley and Sarah at the same time.

"All the same," said Stanley, "I'm sorry that..."

"No!" said Sarah, cutting him off, "I'm the one who should be sorry. I'm the one who should apologize."

"How do you figure that?" asked a suddenly confused Stanley.

"All this time I've been mean to you when maybe you're the one guy I should have been nice to," Sarah said earnestly.

"Sarah," said Stanley, "you don't have to..."

"Yes I do!" said Sarah, "Let me finish. Any other guy would have been all over me. We'd going away at it on the floor by now." 

"On the floor?" said Stanley, "That's uncivilized."

"We've done it on the floor," whined Tina.

"Only because there was no furniture in that room," said Stanley in mock indignation.

Sarah and Stanley burst into laughter. Tina was unsure if she should laugh or not.

"What I'm trying to say is," Sarah continued, "that I wasn't even sure, when I grabbed your wrist, if I really wanted you to touch me. I got caught up in the moment trying to prove a point."

"Two points, actually," said Stanley with a smirk.

Sarah grinned and said, "All right, two points. But, you didn't take advantage. Any other guy would have. I probably would have gone along with it, but I would have felt really stupid about it later."

"I kind of figured that," said Stanley.

"That's just it. You figured it out," said Sarah, "I didn't even know that a guy could be that thoughtful and hold himself back like that."

"Me neither," said Stanley.

Tina, who had finally taken to sulking with her face hidden behind her knees, looked up and said, "That's why I chose him, Sarah. He..."

Sarah and Stanley each shot her an angry look. She buried her face back behind her knees.

"Anyway," said Sarah, "Thank you for not taking advantage, and I'm sorry for being so mean for so long."

"You're welcome," said Stanley, "and there's no need to apologize. We'll just move on differently from this point."

"Right," said Sarah with a smile.

Stanley stood up and said, "I should probably go get dressed," as started to close the robe.

"No!, said Sarah, "not yet." 

"Oh?" said Stanley.

Sarah looked a little embarrassed and said hesitantly, "It's just that I've never seen one that big."

"One what?" said Stanley.

"Your..." she drew a deep breath, "your..." she lowered her head. "I can't say it. I just can't"

Stanley leaned over until he was right next to her ear then he whispered soothingly, "You don't have to say it if you don't want to. But, nobody will be hurt if you do. It won't hurt you. It won't hurt me. It won't hurt Tina. It's okay to say the word."

Then, after all the stimulation he'd been through that afternoon, and being that close to her, he couldn't resist doing just one little thing. He lightly licked her ear. It sent a shiver through her entire body. Nobody had ever done that before. She had never imagined that her ears could be an erogenous zone. 

When he stood up she was still staring at his dangling prong.

"I've never seen a," she took a deep breath, "cock that big."

She stared at the hanging side of beef between Stanley's legs. She was absolutely fascinated by it and couldn't tear her eyes away from it.

"Can I touch it?" she asked in a low voice.

"Touch what?" Stanley said.

Very slowly a pair of hazel eyes rose above a pair of clenched knees.

Stanley turned to look at Tina and winked. She giggled quietly.

"Touch what?" Stanley repeated.

"Can I touch your cock?" she kept her eyes riveted to his meat and added, "Please?"

Stanley bent down to cup his hand under her chin. Gently and slowly he raised her head until their eye met. 

"I'm up here," he said with a smile.

At first Sarah was embarrassed. But, after a moment, she realized what he had said and why. He had said without any malice or intent to humiliate her. She couldn't stop laughing for nearly a full minute.

Once she calmed down and got herself back together she said, "Okay. Turn-about is fair play. You got me." Then she looked directly into his eyes, "But, you didn't answer my question. Can I touch your cock, please?"

Tina was resting her chin on her knees to watch.

"Are you absolutely sure that you want to?" said Stanley, "Once we get started we may not be able to stop. I don't want you to do anything that you might regret later."

"I'm sure, and I doubt that I'll regret it," said Sarah. Then with pleading eyes she said, "Please?"

Stanley nodded.

Sarah reached out and traced a line around his cock with her finger. She grasped it and found that she could barely get her small hand all the way around it. 

That was all it took. Stanley's dick began to lengthen and harden. 

"It's getting bigger," said Sarah as she stroked him.

"Keep doing that," said Stanley, "and it will get bigger still."

Tina, meanwhile, had unclenched herself, moved to the couch, removed her tube-top, and was playing with her big, conical tits while she watched Sarah give Stanley a slow, sensuous hand job.

As Sarah stroked Stanley's huge tube steak she began to wonder what it would be like to have that thing in her mouth. She had put Biff's penis in her mouth a few times, but only after he had whined relentlessly for her to do so. This was different. She wanted this.

Stanley moaned and nearly lost his balance when Sarah snaked her tongue out to lick the head of his cock. His dick had stiffened to full hardness at that.

"It's so soft," Sarah said, "yet so hard."

She planted a big sloppy kiss on the head of that big dick. Stanley was in heaven as she started to lick up and down each side of his shaft.

Tina had left the couch and was crouching down next to Sarah. 

"Lick his balls while you stroke him," she whispered in Sarah's ear, "He loves that. It makes him crazy."

While Sarah move her mouth down to Stanley's heavy nut sack Tina stood up and threw her arms around Stanley's neck.

"Still mad," she asked.

"A little," he answered.

At that moment Sarah plunged her mouth down over the first three inches of Stanley's stiff pole. He moaned and held tightly to Tina for balance.

"I don't see why," Tina said with a sneaky grin, "You've got a hot babe in your arms while your worst enemy's girlfriend is giving you a blowjob. Most guys would count that as coming out ahead."

Stanley couldn't answer. Sarah had started bobbing her head up and down on his dick. With each down stroke she managed to take a little more of the prodigious cudgel into her mouth. She had always wanted to try deep throat. She'd read about it and heard her friends describe it. So, she had a pretty good idea of what to do. But, she'd never had an opportunity to try it out. Biff wasn't big enough to get all the way to her throat let alone down it. She wasn't going to miss this chance. 

Meanwhile, Stanley had begun fondling Tina's big tits. He was trying to be careful. He didn't want to be too rough. But, what Sarah was doing to his dick was making it hard to maintain control. What Sarah lacked in technique she more than made up for in enthusiasm. 

Suddenly, Sarah gagged. Tina and Stanley both looked down and asked if she was okay. Stanley tried to move back to pull his cock out of her mouth. Sarah grabbed his ass and shoved him back in.

"Be careful, Sarah," said Stanley with some concern, "I don't want you to hurt yourself."

Sarah tried to say, "It's okay. I'm fine," but with her lips wrapped around that mighty prong all that came out was, "Ifz ofay. Imfn."

"Don't talk with your mouth full," Tina said with a smirk.

Sarah's response was to reach up and give Tina a good, hard slap on the ass. 




Tina's Torpedoes Ch. 02: The Lesson



"Ow!" Tina yelped as she jumped out of Stanley's arms. "That hurt!"

"That's what you get for being a smart ass," said Stanley.

Tina leaned in close to Stanley, put her finger to his lips and said with an exaggerated pout, "Kiss it and make it better?"

Stanley smiled and said, "Any time."

While Tina stepped away from him to slither out of her cut-offs Stanley decide to finally get his hands on the tits he had been invited to squeeze earlier. He reached down and tweaked the nipple of one of Sarah's firm, round hooters. She moaned around his cock as he did. Without a conscious thought Stanley grabbed the back of her head with his other hand and gripped her head to his body. His ten inch dong slid right down her throat. Her nose was buried in his pubic hair. Sarah was thrilled with herself. She had actually done it! She had deep throated Stanley's big dick. With that success in hand, so to speak, she began to suck him off like wild woman. She clutched his ass as she slip her lips along his dick from top to bottom. Stanley got the hint and started buck his hips, ramming his cock in and out of her mouth.

Tina hadn't seen anything that hot in a long time. As she watched with fascination she reached down to finger her pussy. She was dripping wet. 

"Oh shit!" Stanley bellowed, "I'm gonna cum!"

Sarah's eyes went wide. In her preoccupation with getting that big dick down her throat she had forgotten about the inevitable result. She wasn't sure she was ready for that. Stanley was completely oblivious to it. He was lost in the feeling of humping Sarah's face.

Tina leaped to the rescue. She roughly pushed Sarah away from Stanley. His dong slid out of her mouth with a loud slurp. Tina then grabbed Stanley's dick at the base between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed as hard as she could. Stanley felt a moment of sharp of pain, but that quickly went away and his pending ejaculation subsided. 

"Thanks," Sarah said quietly.

"Yeah, thanks," Stanley added, "I kind of got lost in the moment." Then he turned to Sarah and said, "Sorry about that. I got carried away."

"That means I did a good job. Right?" said Sarah.

"An incredible job," Stanley said smiling, "Now, it's your turn."

"What do you mean?" asked Sarah looking a bit worried.

"Stand up," said Stanley.

Sarah stood.

"Now strip," said Stanley.

"What?" said Sarah.

"Get that dress off," said Tina.

Sarah reached down, grabbed the hem of her dress, and lifted it up to get it off.

When she managed to work the poor overly stressed garment past her hips Tina said, "Oooh! Look at that! You're not wearing any panties either!"

"No," said Sarah with a sheepish grin.

Stanley walked around behind Sarah, put his hands over hers and whispered in her ear, "In a hurry are we?"

"And she shaved," Tina added.

Sarah's pussy was bald except for a thin, blonde landing strip.

Stanley helped her take the dress the rest of the way off. It was something of a struggle to get it over her tits, but they managed. Stanley nestled his still hard cock in the crack of Sarah's ass and began fondling the perfectly symmetrical globes of her tits.

"Oh," said Tina, "I've got to get some of that."

With that she crawled over to Sarah and stuck her tongue into that bald, wet slit. 

"Tina, no!" Sarah cried out.

She had never done anything with a girl before and wasn't sure that she wanted to start now.

"Relax and enjoy," Stanley whispered.

When he tweaked her nipples and licked her ear all of her objections melted away. She was lost in the sensations. Tina had two fingers in her twat and was sucking on her clit like it was a little cock. Stanley was squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples, and running his tongue up and down her neck, from her shoulder to her ear and back again. The stimulation was almost too much for her. She had been through so much that afternoon that she was right on the edge. A huge orgasm was not far away.

She put her hands on Tina's head and held the raven haired girl's face to her dripping slit.

She started humping on Tina's fingers. When she moved forward it would increase the pressure of Tina's mouth on her clit. When she moved back her ass crack slid up and down along Stanley's hot, stiff pole. His touch on her breasts was alternately delicate and harsh. One moment he would brush his fingers, feather like, across the rock hard little nubs that her nipples had become. The next moment he would clutch her tits like they were huge stress balls. Tina had begun to lap a staccato on her clitoris. 

"Cum for us, baby," Stanley breathed into her ear, "You know you want to. I know you're close."

Her tits, the hands, that hard dick, the fingers, the tongues were all too much for the poor girl.

"Cum for us, baby," Stanley kept chanting in her ear, "Cum for us." 

Stanley gave her boobs one more squeeze as he ran his tongue from her shoulder and up her neck to finally lick behind her left ear. That was it! That was all it took. That was the little, magic spot that even she didn't know about. 

She bucked, vibrated and screamed in orgasm. She clutched Tina's head as if hanging on for dear life while she moaned and gushed. Every nerve ending in her body was on fire. Nothing in the universe existed except the bone rattling pleasure she felt.

As her orgasm receded she let go of Tina's head and slumped back against Stanley. 

"Oh...My...God!" said Sarah gasping for breath. "That was amazing! I've never felt anything like that in my whole life."

"We're just getting started," said Stanley.

"I don't know if I can take any more," Sarah said with some apprehension.

"Oh, come on, Sarah," said Tina grabbing Stanley's still hard dong, "Don't you want some of this?"

"Yes!" Sarah exclaimed with predatory, almost feral smile.

She slapped Tina's hand away from Stanley's stiff schlong and wrapped her own tiny fingers around it.

Without hesitation or pause she said, "I want this big cock in my cunt! I want you to fuck me!"



Tina's Torpedoes Ch. 03: Interruption



Chapter 3: Prolocutum Interruptus

Tina's mother, Angela Torpedowicz ran into the house in a panic. She had lost her cell phone. She had looked everywhere in her office, her car, her purse, and just about anywhere else she could think of. The only place it might still be was at home. She breathed a heavy sigh of relief when she ran into the kitchen and saw it sitting on the kitchen counter. As she picked it up she experienced another short wave of panic.

The 45 year old MILF had planned to take the afternoon off. That is until she got a text telling her that she had to cancel. She quickly opened up the text app to erase the last three messages starting with one that said, "Tina alert!" She hoped against hope that Tina hadn't taken the opportunity to snoop around in her phone.

Angela was slightly taller than her daughter, about an inch or so thicker around the waist, and had much wider hips. Child bearing had done that. That was topped off by a pair of 42 DD tits, the same size as her daughter. Of course, time and age had reshaped them a bit. They were no longer high, bullet shaped boobs like Tina had. Angela's were shaped more like bowling balls. The overall package, however, was that of a highly fuckable woman.

Oddly enough, she hadn't had too many chances to have sex in the year or so since her husband had left her for a collagen-lipped waitress with, comparatively, no tits and no ass. That had changed in the last couple of weeks. That's why she had taken the afternoon off. She was hoping to meet with her young lover to get royally fucked. The text about Tina had changed that. Her lover was one of her daughter's close friends. She wasn't quite sure how Tina would react to it, so Angela had decided that, for the time being, she wouldn't tell her.

As she was deleting the text messages she heard an ear splitting screech from the basement.

"EEYYYIIEEE!"

Angela ran to the top of the basement stairs. That had sounded serious. As she was about to descend the stairs she heard, "That's it! Fuck me! Ram that big, thick cock into my cunt! Fuck me!"

Angela smiled ruefully and thought, "Well, at least, somebody's getting laid in this house today. I just wish it was me."

As she listened at the top of the stairs she was getting hornier by the second.

"Harder!" a female voice shouted, "Fuck me harder!"

Suddenly, Angela realized that the voice was not her daughter's.

"Who the hell is using my basement?" she thought. 

She didn't object to the sex as such. She knew how sexually active Tina was. The reason that she had gotten the basement finished and furnished was so that Tina would have a safe place to do it. But, that wasn't Tina begging for more dick. Who the hell was it?

Slowly, and quietly she crept down the stairs. The stairway ended in a small, make shift alcove. A short outcropping of plywood, which was nailed to the ceiling, hid the stairway from the main room. Angela carefully peered around the plywood. 

Two of the beanbag chairs were stacked one atop the other. Belly down across them was Tina's friend, Sarah Liplock. Some skinny guy was giving it to her good from behind. She couldn't see his face because her daughter was snuggled up to him and kissing him while he fondled her tits. 

When Tina broke the kiss long enough to say, "Keep it up! Ram her hard!" Angela saw that the guy was Stanley Dwendle.

"That son of a bitch!" Angela muttered as wave of jealousy washed over her.

It wasn't so much that he was fucking someone else. She knew that she had no exclusive ties on him. It's just that his ponderous prong was supposed to have been plowing her furrow that afternoon. She had come home an hour earlier horny as hell expecting some serious fucking from Stanley. When she got his text she had gone back to her office to clean up some paper work. That's when she realized that her phone was missing. She had spent the last hour looking for it. That hadn't helped her mood any. Her nipples were stiffer than steel pegs and her pussy was dripping juices down her leg. She lifted up her short, black skirt, reached into her panties and started diddling her clit. With her other hand she had unbuttoned her blouse and reached into her bra to caress her tits.

By that time Tina had moved around in front of Sarah. The two girls were kissing each other and squeezing each other's boobs. That surprised Angela. She had always thought of Sarah as being, if not sexually repressed, naïve and inexperience. But, Sarah was giving as good as good as she was getting.

At that moment Stanley happened to turn his head in the general direction of the stairway. He saw Angela. He was about to panic when he saw what she was doing. Maintaining a regular rhythm in and out of Sarah's twat he waited for Angel to notice that he had noticed her. When their eyes finally met he picked up the pace a little. 

Angela kept her eyes locked on his as she pulled one of her massive hooters of the bra cup. With a smile she mouthed the word, "Asshole".

Stanley pulled his cock almost all the way out of Sarah's dripping gash. As he slowly pushed it back in he grinned, pointed down at Sarah, shook his head, and mouthed the words, "No. Pussy."

If Angela hadn't been so close to coming she would have stalked across the room and smacked that smug grin right off of his head.

"I'll square up with that smartass later," she thought, and went back fingering her cunt. She really needed a big orgasm ASAP.

Meanwhile, Tina had gotten down, spread-eagled on the floor and was humping her pussy against Sarah's face. Sarah had her hands on Tina's ass and was going down for some serious rug munching.

Tina gripped her friend's head and moaned, "That's it! Eat me, you little, blonde cunt!"

Angela jilled off. Sarah ate Tina. Stanley fucked Sarah. Through it all Stanley and Angela never lost eye contact. They were all so overstimulated that it only took another two or three minute for them all to reach climax.

"Cumming!" Stanley bellowed as he shot volley after volley of ball batter into Sarah's spastically spasming slash.

Sarah's orgasmic scream was muffled by Tina's cunt.

Tina had a death grip on Sarah's head as she moaned, "Oh, God! Oh, shit! Oh,shit! Oh, God!"

Angela bit her lip to avoid making any noise as a bone crushing orgasm hit her. As soon as her body stopped quaking from the force of her climax she stood and rearranged her clothing to make herself presentable again.

She leaned on the edge of the plywood wall with her arms crossed under her breasts and waited for the humping trio to calm down a bit.

Sarah final slumped, face down across the beanbag chairs, Tina lay on the floor gasping, and Stanley sat back on his heels. His deflating cock slid out of Sarah's slit with a squishy, slurping sound.

"Well," said Angela with a smirk, "What have we here?"

Sarah screeched, grabbed her dress which had fallen next to the beanbag chairs, and gamely tried to cover herself.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Torpedowicz," she squeaked. She lay down on her side and rolled herself back into a fetal ball, and whimpered, "I'm sorry."

As Tina and Stanley started to move toward Sarah to comfort her Angela waved them away. She crossed the room to kneel down next to Sarah.

Gently putting a hand on the sniffling girl's shoulder she said in a soothing tone, "Sarah, look at me."

Sarah just trembled.

"Honey," Angela continued, "It's okay. Just look at me."

Slowly Sarah raised her frightened and embarrassed eyes to meet Angela's.

"It's okay, honey," said Angela, "You haven't done anything wrong." 

Then Angela explained why she gotten the basement fixed up in the first place.

She ended by saying, "And, just so you know, if you need some more room next time the couch folds out."

"I forgot all about that," said Stanley quietly. Then he added more loudly, "I guess I was too wrapped up in the moment."

"That's not what it looked like you were wrapped up in to me," Angela snarked.

Tina stopped trying to put her cut-offs back on and fell over laughing. It even got a weak giggle out of Sarah. Stanley just sat there looking apprehensive.

She turned back to Sarah and said, "Sarah, why don't you go freshen up. Use the half bath off the laundry room."

"Thank you. That's a good idea," Sarah said as she headed toward the laundry room. Halfway there she turned an asked, "Are you sure you're not mad?"

"I'm not mad, Honey," she said. Then she briefly shot Stanley a dirty look and added, "At you."

After Sarah had left the room and Tina had finished putting her tube-top back on Angela said, "Tina, may I have a word with you upstairs, please?" It was not a request. 

As Tina started walking toward the stairs her mother said, "I'll be up in a moment. I need to say a few things to Stanley."

Stanley and Tina weakly looked at each other and shrugged. 

When Angela heard Tina going up the stairs she stalked over to Stanley. He had gotten up off the floor and was looking around for the robe. 

Angela walked up until she was nose to nose with him. Her soft boobs were pressed against his scrawny chest. The pressure was exquisite. It was starting to get him hard again.

"I'll deal with you later, you bastard," she said grinning.

She reached down to grasp Stanley's rapidly expanding dong and said, "This was supposed to have been mine today."

"I can explain," Stanley said weakly. Between her unexpected entrance, her tits mashed up against him, and her nimble fingers stroking his dick he was almost incapable of speech.

"Save it!" she said, "Tina will provide the explanation." She reached down a little farther to tickle his balls. "Just remember that payback is almost as much of a bitch as I am."

With that she gave his dick one more squeeze then turned to follow her daughter up the stairs. 

Stanley abandoned his search for the bathrobe and went into the laundry room to retrieve his clothes. He had left them neatly folded on top of the dryer. He brought them into the main room and began to dress.

Just as he was finishing Sarah emerged from the laundry room looking as fresh and bouncy as she had when she arrived.

"Have you seen my shoes?" she asked.

"There's one over there by the arm of the couch," Stanley said, "We also need to find Biff's letter jacket."

He saw a sleeve sticking out from under one of the beanbag chairs.

"Here it is," he said as he moved the chair, "and your other shoe."

He walked over to the couch and offered them to Sarah.

"I believe these belong to you m'lady," he said.

"Why thank you, good sir," said Sarah, "Stanley, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," said Stanley, "I won't guarantee that I know the answer, but you can ask."

"Why did you do this?" she asked.

"Well," he said, trying to gather his thoughts, "For a start, when Tina starts off on one of her little crusades it's almost impossible to say no to her."

"Truth," said Sarah, rolling her eyes.

"And I won't insult your intelligence by saying that the possibility of getting into your pants wasn't an attractive concept," he continued. 

"Was that just because I'm Biff's girlfriend?" she asked defensively.

"Excuse me. Could you, please, hand me my glasses? They're on the arm of the couch," said Stanley.

"Sure," she said as she handed the glasses to him, "here. You haven't answered my question. Is it because I'm Biff's girlfriend?"

"I'll admit that there was a small element of that in there. But, it was also because you're one of the best looking girls in school," he said as he put on his glasses, "and I'm near-sighted not blind."

Sarah smiled and said, "Okay. Fair enough. But, I still don't understand. I mean, you had to know that anything you taught me would get passed on to Biff. He's not exactly a friend. Why do it?"

"Listen," he said sitting down next to Sarah on the couch, "Generally speaking Tina is one of the flakiest people I know."

"I'll keep that crack just between us," said Sarah.

"Don't bother," said Stanley, grinning "I've said it to her face enough times." Then he turned serious and said, "But, when it comes to issues of love or sex her judgment is almost flawless. Her instincts are very good. So, I trusted her when she said that I might have been able to help you out."

"Almost flawless?" Sarah asked with one eyebrow raised.

"Well, in this case I think that she's made one serious error," said Stanley.

"What's that?" Sarah asked looking concerned.

"I think that she seriously over estimated my abilities as lover."

"Not by much."

"Thank you, but I think," said Stanley, "that she believed that an afternoon with me might drive a wedge between you and Biff."

"Why would she want to do that?" Sarah said, "I thought she was my friend."

"She is," said Stanley, "but in this case she's missing the big picture. Because she likes you but never did like Biff..."

"Then why did she fuck him?" Sarah interrupted.

"Because she was horny and he was handy," Said Stanley flatly.

Sarah nodded and said, "Yeah. That sounds like Tina."

"Anyway," Stanley continued, "the result is that she's the only one in school who doesn't see the sparks that fly when you and Biff look at each other."

"Do you really think so?" said Sarah brightly.

"Yes. I do," said Stanley, "There's magic there. It's not perfect, but what is? The sexual problems you can work out. You also need to stand up for yourself. He treats you like crap and you deserve better."

"He treats me okay," Sarah said becoming defensive again.

"He does not! He bullies you verbally almost as much as he bullies me physically! It's got to stop," said Stanley.

"Why does he do that?" she asked, staring down at her shoes, "He says that he loves me."

"I'm sure that he does," said Stanley, "I just don't think that he knows how to go about it the right way. I think that you do know. So, you're just going to have to teach him."

"I don't know if I can," said Sarah.

"Bullshit!" said Stanley, "You've shown a great ability today to adapt to situations and to assert yourself."

Sarah looked at him quizzically. "I have?" she said.

Stanley gently cupped her face in his hands and looked at her the way a parent looks at a five year old who has just asked, "Why?" for the eighty-seventh time.

"Sarah," he said, "in just the last two hours you've gone from barley being able to say the word 'penis' out loud to shouting 'Fuck me! Fuck me!' I think that shows a good deal of both adaptability and assertiveness."

Sarah laughed and put her hand over her mouth.

"I did. Didn't I?" she answered.

"You did," Stanley chuckled. Then, earnestly, he added, "You can do this."

Sarah leaned into Stanley and gave him a big, sloppy kiss.

"Thank you," she said softly.

"You're welcome," said Stanley, "Now, let's get up stairs before Tina and her mom start to wonder what happened to us."

"Right," said Sarah smiling.

They both headed for the stairs.



Tina's Torpedoes Ch. 04-05



If you're looking just for the sex scenes skip to Chapter 5. Chapter 4 is all about plot and character development. I would like to think that Chapter 5 is hot enough to make Chapter 4 worth reading anyway.

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Chapter 4: The Secret Comes Out

While Stanley and Sarah were talking in the basement Tina and her mother were having a very different conversation upstairs in the kitchen. As they sat at the kitchen table Tina had explained her little plan to "educate" Sarah.

"Tina," Angela asked, "Don't you think that, after the schtuping she just got from Stanley, Sarah may not want to go back to Biff?"

"I'm counting on it, Mom," said Tina with a smirk.

"That's not your decision to make, young lady," Angela said sternly.

"Mom," said Tina defensively, "He treats her like crap. She deserves better."

"That's still not your decision to make, Tina," Angela shot back, "She has to figure that out for herself."

"So how is it going to hurt," said Tina, "to give her some additional information to help her draw a conclusion?"

"Still," Angela answered, "one of these days your meddling is going to get you into big trouble." 

Changing the subject the mother asked, "Do you want some coffee? I'm about to make a pot."

"No thanks," said Tina, "I never did understand how you can drink coffee this late in the day and still get to sleep at night."

"I still have blood in my caffeine stream," said Angela as she opened the cabinet and reached for the coffee can.

She hummed as she worked. It occurred to Tina that it been a long time since she had heard her mother humming in the kitchen. Angela had taken her husband's sudden departure pretty hard. Angela had dragged herself around the house sullenly for nearly a year. But, in the last couple of weeks Tina had noticed that her mother was returning to her old self. There was a spring in her step. Her sharp sense of humor was returning. She was dressing to show off her body again. One possible explanation suddenly dawned on Tina. She figured that it couldn't hurt to ask.

"So, Mom," Tina said, "who's the lucky guy?"

Angela almost dropped the coffee can. Regaining her composure she said, "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, come on, Mom," said Tina, "You can't fool me. Ever since Dad took off you've been grumping around the house. But, in the last two weeks or so you've been smiling, joking, and humming like you used to. You've got your old confidence back. You're showing all the signs of a woman who's getting it good and getting it regularly. So, who's the guy?"

"I don't think that's any of your business, young lady," Angela said stiffly.

Tina looked puzzled and said, "I don't get it. We've always been open about sexual things before. Why is it different this time?"

"I'm entitled to some privacy," said Angela, "Just because you enjoy bragging about you sex life doesn't mean that everybody does."

"Oh, puh-LEEZE!" Tina exclaimed, rolling her eyes, "Gimme a break, Mom. Where do you think I got that from? You've given me a blow by blow description of almost every guy you've fucked since you lost your virginity in the seventh grade."

"Eighth grade," Angela corrected.

"Whatever," said Tina, "You've even given me some pretty detailed descriptions of your early years with Dad. Why can't you tell me about this one?"

"I just don't want to talk about it. That's all," Angela said she started scooping coffee into the basket of the drip maker.

"I don't see why..." Tina stopped and her eyes went wide as a horrible thought hit her. "Oh. Mom," she said fearfully, "he's not married. Is he?"

"Don't be ridiculous!" Angela shouted angrily, "How could you even think such a thing after what I've been through?"

"I've been through it , too, you know," said Tina sullenly.

Angela took a deep breath and said softly, "I know. I'm sorry. This hasn't been easy on you either."

"Why can't you tell me?" Tina asked sounding worried.

"It's complicated," said Angela in almost a whisper.

"Mom," said Tina earnestly, "you once to me that things are only as complicated as we make them. You're starting to worry me."

Angela stood silently looking at her daughter. Tina was so much like she had been at that same age. She was trying to help and Angela knew that, at some point, she and Stanley were going to have own up to their affair.

"Is it someone I know?" Tina asked, "If it is, that's not a problem, even if it's Stanley."

Angela dropped the full coffee scoop from her hand spilling grounds all over the counter.

Tina's eyes went wide again. This time she was smiling. She was sure that she had just figured out what was going on.

"It is. Isn't it?" she said.

"It is what?" said Angela pretty much knowing what was coming.

"It's Stanley!" Tina exclaimed. "You're getting a regular dicking from Stanley!"

"Maybe a little," said Angela sheepishly.

"Mom, there's nothing little about Stanley," said Tina.

Angela smirked and said, "You said a mouthful," then after a pause added, "so to speak." 

"Sorry," Angela continued, "bad choice of words."

"Actually, it was almost perfect," said Tina laughed, "Except that he's way more than a mouthful."

"You've got that right," said Angela sharing in the mirth.

Angela finished cleaning up the spilled grounds, poured water into the drip maker, pushed the start button, and joined her daughter at the kitchen table.

"So, why did you think that you couldn't tell me?" Tina asked.

"We weren't sure how you'd take it," Angela answered.

"Mom," said Tina, "I love Stanley. He's been my best friend and has been for a long time. But, I'm not in love with him. I don't have any exclusive ties on him. I mean, what we were just doing in the basement with Sarah should prove that."

"I know, dear," said Angela seriously, "But, it's a different sort of thing to find out that your best friend is doing your mother. That's what we weren't sure about."

Tina thought about what her mother had said for a moment then said quietly, "That makes sense. You're right. That's a different thing. I still don't have a problem with it"

"You're not mad?" Angela asked.

"About you fucking Stanley? No. About you not telling me? A little. But, I'll get over it," said Tina with a smile.

"We really didn't intend for it to happen, you know," Angela said.

"You don't have to defend yourself, Mom. It's all cool," said Tina, "Truth to tell, you were getting so down in the dumps I was half thinking of trying to set you two up anyway."

"Well, I'm glad we dodged that bullet," said Angela as she arched one eyebrow.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Tina asked defensively.

"It means that you have got to stop meddling in people's lives, young lady," Angela said sternly. 

"Mom, can we talk about this later?" Tina whined, "How did it start with Stanley?"

"Innocently enough, I guess," said Angela.

"So tell already," said Tina.

"Well," Angela began, "Do you remember a couple of weeks ago when Stan was supposed to help you with you math homework?"

"Wait a minute," said Tina, "Stan? You're calling him Stan?"

"Why not? It's a man's name," said Angela, "You've said yourself that he's a man in every important way."

"Truth," said Tina nodding.

"Anyway," Angela continued, "He came over to help you with your math homework and, if you'll recall, you stood him up."

"I got a little preoccupied," Tina said in self-defense.

"With the basketball team" Angela said with a smirk. 

"Only three players," said Tina.

"All right," said her mother still smirking, "Only three players. In any event, Stan sat down to watch TV in the livingroom to wait for you. I was in a bad way that day, maybe at my worst. It was about a week after the divorce had been finalized. I was feeling lonely, rejected, and worthless. I wasn't sure that I could keep going."

"I didn't know that you were that bad off," said Tina softly. 

"And I didn't want you to know," said Angela, "you've been having your own problems adjusting."

"I could have tried to help," said Tina, 

"I know, Honey," said Angela, "But, It's my job to support you, not the other way around."

"Things being what they are, Mom, we should be supporting each other," said Tina.

Mother and daughter sat silently for a moment just looking at each other.

"You've got a point," said Angela, "We'll work on that. Anyway, I was at a point where I could sort of see the light at the end of the tunnel and was half hoping that it was an oncoming train. I almost felt like just sitting down on the tracks and letting it run over me. I sat right here in this chair and started crying.

Stan must have heard me because he turned off the TV and came in here to see what was wrong. He didn't say a word. He just pulled up a chair next to me, put his arms around me, and held me while I cried."

"That sounds like something he would do," said Tina, "He's good that way."

"He is," Angela said, "He's patient, too. I must have cried for ten or fifteen minutes. He just sat there quietly holding me while the cry played out. Even then it was another five minutes or so before he finally asked me what was wrong. I told him. He still didn't say anything except to ask an occasional question. 

We just kept talking and, at some point we started kissing. It was wonderful. I hadn't been held in so long, and I certainly hadn't been kissed. It was a deep, long kiss. He wasn't making any demands. He wasn't asking anything of me. He was just holding and kissing.

When we finally came up for air we were both kind of embarrassed."

"Embarrassed?" asked Tina.

"I was kissing my daughter's eighteen year old best friend. He was kissing his best friend's mother. That's not a situation that comes up every day. Neither one of us were sure how to deal with it," said Angela.

"That would explain why the two of you were so awkward with each other the next day," said Tina.

"Was it that obvious?" asked Angela.

"Pretty much," said Tina, "You were tiptoeing around each other and going kind of out of your way not to actually touch each other. And you were both being waaayyy more polite than is normal for any five people, let alone you two in this house."

"Oh my god," said Angela with an embarrassed chuckle, "we must both have looked like idiots."

"Close enough," said Tina with a grin, "I mean, I thought I knew why he was there. He was supposedly there to help me with the math that I hadn't shown up for the night before."

"That's exactly why he was there," Angela said defensively, "I had asked him to come back and had assured him that you would be there."

"I remember how adamant you were about that," said Tina.

"You have to keep your grades up, young lady," Angela said kicking back into parent mode, "Math is your one real weak spot and Stan helps you with that."

"Okay," said Tina, "so is that's the night you decided to seduce him?" 

"I didn't decide on anything except a tutoring session," said Angela, "None of the rest of what happened was planned."

"I believe you, Mom. I really do," said Tina, "So, how did it happen?"

"Well," said Angela, "You two had been at the math for a couple of hours..."

"Right," said Tina, "That's when I got that phone call from Sarah. She needed a shoulder to cry on."

"As usual, she seems to spend most of her time doing that," said Angela, "Well, I figured that you and Stan had worked hard enough for one night and let you go." 

"I remember that," said Tina, "You said that you were going give Stanle- I mean Stan a ride home."

"You'll get used to it," said Angela, "it took me a while to do it consistently."

"So what happened after I left?" asked Tina.

"Well, my plan was to give him some dinner and then drive him home," said Angela, "I thought that it was the least I could do after what he'd done for me the previous night."

"He really made you feel that good?" Tina inquired.

"Honey, I hadn't had a man's arms around me in nearly a year," said Angela earnestly, "and the fact that he was so gentle and patient to boot made me feel alive again. It was the best I'd felt since before your father left. That night was also the first good night's sleep I'd had since then.

Anyway, I called his mother to make sure that it was okay for him to stay. Then we had dinner and started talking. Eventually the subject got around to what had happened the night before."

"Like things weren't awkward enough already," said Tina.

"True," said Angela, "But, neither one of us had the slightest idea how to approach the subject or what to say about it."

"So what did you wind up saying?" Tina asked.

"Well," said Angela, "for the first fifteen minutes or so we said a frightening number of really stupid things. I had no idea that either one of us were capable of being that completely inane.

So we temporarily dropped the subject and started cleaning the dinner table."

"You ate in the dining room?" Tina asked with a smirk.

"Yes," Angela answered as she blushed a bit.

"Did you turn down the dimmer on the lights?" Tina asked, by this time grinning.

"A little," said Angela like a contrite child.

By that time Tina was doing everything she could to not laugh out loud as she said, "And I'll bet that you had a couple of extra button undone on your blouse."

"That'll be enough of that, young lady!" said the mother angrily.

"Oh, get real, Mom," said Tina still grinning, "You may not have done it deliberately, but you were in full seduction mode."

Angela rolled that statement around in her mind for a minute or two then said, "You're right. I was."

"Stan had to have figured that out at some point," said Tina, "He's not stupid..."

"No, he's not," Angela agreed.

"...and he's not made of stone," said Tina.

Angela smirked and said, "Well, part of him is."

Both women exploded with mirth at that.

"And he stays that way for a long time!" Tina said when she finally caught her breath.

"Don't I know it," said Angela.

"So how did this actually start?" Tina inquired, pulling them back to her mother's story.

"Well Stan helped me clear the table. He even started trying to clean up the kitchen," said Angela.

"I'd place bets that it was less to be helpful and more to delay the inevitable," said Tina.

"You may be right about that," said Angela, "We sat down on the couch and started talking about the night before again. We agreed that it was really nice but that it probably shouldn't happen again.

After a while we started talking about other things. We were sitting very close and he had one arm around me. He was slowly stroking my arm. That's when we started kissing again."

"That was the point of no return then," Tina observed.

"Not really," Angela said, "One or the other of us could probably have pulled back from that.

I can't speak for him, but the point of no return for me was when he did that thing with his tongue and his index finger."

"Which thing?" Tina asked, "He's got a dozen tricks he does that way."

"He gently licked the inside of my ear," said Angela, "then he traced a line with his finger down my throat, across my collar bone, and down my cleavage. I don't think I've ever shivered like that at a man's touch."

"Yeah," said Tina, "I don't know how he does it, but he makes that finger feel like a feather. It drives me crazy."

"That's what it did to me, too," said Angela, "I knew, at that point, there was no turning back. We spent the next two hours making love."

"Making love?" asked Tina skeptically.

"Yes," said Angela resolutely, "we made love. Everything we've done since could reasonably be called 'fucking each other's brains out'. But, that night we made love."

Tina's brow was furrowed as she listened to her mother. 

Angela reached across the table and took her daughter's hands in her own and said, "Honey, that night he was kind. He was caring. He was gentle, and loving," she paused then added, "He was also inexhaustible."

They both laughed.

"He was everything that I needed that night," Angela concluded.

Tina asked with some concern, "Mom, you're not..."

"...Falling in love with him?" Angela finished her daughter's sentence for her, "No. Not any more than you are. But, like you, I'm not going to let that big dick get too far away from me either."

As both women, once again, fell apart laughing Stan and Sarah emerged from the basement.

Chapter 5: Now what?

"It sounds like you two are having a good time," said Stanley as he emerged from the basement with Sarah following close behind.

"We've just been comparing notes, Stan," said Angela.

Stanley froze. He and Angela had agreed that she wouldn't call him 'Stan' in front of Tina until after they had told her about their affair, and that they would tell her together.

"Don't go weird on us Stan," said Tina, "the cat's out of the bag. I know about you and Mom."

"I didn't tell her," said Angela, "She worked it out for herself."

Stan looked at the two women and said, "That figures," he gesture toward Tina and addressed Angela, "we probably wouldn't have been able to hide something like that for too much longer." Then he turned to Tina and said, "You don't sound upset."

"Only that you didn't tell me, you rat!" Tina shot back smiling.

"Tell you what?" Sarah asked, "What's going on?"

"Stan and Mom have been doing the Horizontal Mambo for a couple of weeks," said Tina off handedly.

Sarah looked at Stanley with a look of amazement and said, "You and Mrs. Torpedowicz? Wow!"

Whatever changes her opinion of Stanley had gone through up to that point got set in stone and raised two notches with the news.

"Wait a minute," said Stan addressing Tina, "you're calling me 'Stan' now?"

"Yeah," said Tina, "I think Mom's right. It fits you better."

"It does. Doesn't it?" added Sarah.

"Hold it," said Stan, "Don't I get a say in this?"

"No!" said three women in unison.

"Okay. Just asking," Stan said with a shrug.

"Tina," said Sarah, "I should probably get home soon."

Angela got up from the kitchen table and walked to the counter where she had left her purse. 

"I can't let you walk home dressed like that, Sarah," she said.

"I walked here like this," said Sarah, "as long as I keep the jacket closed nobody will notice the dress."

"I know," said Angela as she fished out her car keys and handed them to Tina, "But it's still early in the spring. The temperature has probably dropped and you'll freeze out there dressed like that." Then she turned to her daughter and said, "Would you be a dear and give her a ride home, please?"

"So that you and Stan can have some time alone?" said Tina with a grin. That launched her and Sarah into s giggle fit.

"Don't get smart with me, young lady," Angela barked sternly, "I'm still your mother!"

"Face it, Angie," said Stan, "She's going to kid us mercilessly about this for a while."

"Angie?" said Tina incredulously, "You call her Angie?" she turned to her mother and said, "He calls you Angie? I thought you hated that name! You didn't even let Dad call you that!"

"I know," said Angela with some embarrassment, "But, when he says it's kind of cute and I kind of like it."

Tina rolled her eyes and said, "I don't believe this." Then she said to Sarah, "Let's go."

With that Tina and Sarah skipped down the hall to the garage chanting, "Stan and Angela sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G..."

"You stop that right now, young lady!" Angela shouted. 

She turned to Stan for help, but he was completely helpless with gut wrenching guffaws.

"And you can stop laughing!" she yelled.

Stan shook his head and squeaked, "No I can't." Then he flopped down in a kitchen chair because he could no longer stand.

When she heard the door to the garage closed she put her hands on her wide, sexy hips, tried to look stern and said, "You were a big help."




Tina's Torpedoes Ch. 04-05



"Oh, come on Angie," Stan said trying to catch his breath, "it was funny."

"I know," said Angela, "but I didn't want to let her know that right then." With a heavy sigh and rueful smile she added, "But, you probably right. She'll probably rib us about this for a while."

"At least a couple of weeks," said Stan.

"And she was right about one thing," said Angela with a gleam in her eye.

"What's that?" Stan asked knowing what the answer would be.

"I do want some time alone with you," she said then leaned over his chair and plunged her tongue into his mouth. 

When the both came up for air Stan said weakly, "I don't know how to tell you this, but I should be getting home, too."

"Not on your life, mister!" Angie said as she reached down to fondle the growing bulge in Stan's trousers. "I've been thinking about this all day, and you're not going home until I get it."

Stan moaned at her touch.

"I was supposed to get this three hours ago," she growled.

"Then I should probably call home," Stan said.

Angie let go of him as she stood up and said, "I'll do it. Don't you dare move from that spot!" 

She gave her hips an extra wiggle as she walked to the counter to call Stan's mother on the land line. She picked up the receiver and dialed Stan's home number. Stan's mother answered it on the third ring.

"Hello?" she said.

"Hi, Sally," said Angela, "this is Angela. Stan is over here and I was wondering if it's okay with you if he stays for a while."

"Stan?" asked Sally.

"Your son?" said Angela.

"I know my son's name, Angela," said Sally flatly.

Angela realized that she had just screwed up and gamely tried to push past it saying, "Well? Is it allright?"

"Before I answer that," said Stan's mother, "I want you to answer a question for me."

Angela's entire body went stiff with apprehension.

"Okay," she said.

"Well," said Sally carefully, "I'm not quite sure how to put this so I'll just ask it straight out. Are you having an affair with him?"

There was a long silence at the end of which Angela said, "Yes."

After another long silence Angela asked, "How did you know?"

"Until just now, when you called him 'Stan', I didn't. I've sort of suspected it, though," Stan's mother said evenly, "I thought that this might happen, though, after you called me and told me about how he held you when you had that long cry the other night."

'Listen, Sally," said Angela, "If you not comfortable with this we can stop it right now."

"No," said Sally, "No. You're both adults. You can both make your own decisions. I just wanted to know that's all. May I talk to Stanley for a moment?"

"Surely," said Angela.

As she handed the receiver to Stan she mouthed the words, "She knows."

It was Stan's turn to stiffen up as, with a shaky hand, he took the receiver from Angela.

"Uh...hi, Mom," he said.

"Stanley," his mother said, "Actually, I should probably start calling you 'Stan' as well. When you comforted Angela the other night you proved that you're a grown man in every way that counts, and for that I'm proud of you. I'm not entirely comfortable with this affair, but you're an adult. You have to make your own decisions and deal with the consequences of them.

I'm going to say this only once. You be very careful with that woman. She's still very delicate, emotionally speaking."

"I know, Mom," said Stan, "We talk about that a lot."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that it's not just raw sex," his mother said, "Have you got your house keys?"

"Yes, ma'am," said Stan.

"All right, then," said his mother, "There's just one more thing. I want you to be sure to treat her with absolute respect. Have I made myself quite clear, young man?" 

Stan had to fight down another burst of guffaws, but he managed to compose himself enough to sound vaguely dignified when he said, "Yes, ma'am."

"Good, now let me talk to Angela again. Goodbye. I love you," said Sally.

"I love you, too, Mom," said Stan, "Goodbye."

He handed the receiver back to Angela and said, "She wants to talk to you again."

Angela took the phone and said, "Sally?"

"Okay," said Sally, "It's Friday night. I'm going to assume, knowing your libido, that I won't see him all weekend. So would you do me a couple of favors, please?"

"Make sure her gets his homework done and make sure he gets to school on time on Monday?" Angela asked.

"Right," said Sally with a small laugh.

"No problem," said Angela, "Tina has homework, too, and Stan's been helping her with her math. So that would have been on the agenda anyway."

"I know," said Sally, "I know. But, I had to say it."

"I understand," said Angela.

"If you come right down to it," said Sally, "Tina is probably my sticking point about all this."

"She knows and she seems to not have a problem with it," said Angela.

"That's not what I mean," Sally said, "although I'm glad that she's aware of and not troubled by it. My little bug here is the idea that Stan had sex with a girl his own age and then advance to her mother. That's the sort of thing that is only supposed to happen in porn movies. It's not the sort of thing that I thought would ever happen to anyone I knew, especially not my son and my best friend."

Angela said, "Listen, Sally, if you want..."

Sally cut her off by saying, "I'm smiling while I'm saying this, Angela. As I said, you're both adults. So am I. I'll get over it. I would like you to do one more favor for me though."

"What's that?" Angela asked.

"Sometime next week will you, please, come over to tell me how it started, just for my own peace of mind?" Sally requested.

"I can certainly do that," said Angela, "I'm pretty socked in at work, but I know for sure that I'm free on Wednesday after three o'clock. Can we do it then?"

"That will do nicely. Thank you," said Sally, "And I'll bet that I don't want to know why you are so certain that you're free on that day and time. Do I?"

"Probably not," said Angela finally daring to smile, "And, Sally," she paused for a moment to gather her thoughts, "Thank you for understanding."

"Thank you for being honest with me," said Sally, "That means a lot."

"I know," said Angela, "We never could lie to each other."

"Not successfully, anyway," said Sally.

Both women laughed.

" 'Bye 'Bye, Sally, " said Angela.

" 'Bye, Bye," said Sally. 

Then each hung up.

Angie turned to Stan and said, "Well, it looks like we've got the weekend."

"Sweet," said Stan as he gathered Angie in his arms.

As they kissed Stan reached down to caress the firm globes of Angie's ass. Angie reached between them to squeeze the lump that was snaking down Stan's trouser leg.

When they came up for air Angie asked, "By the way, what was that little smirk at the end of your conversation with your mother all about?"

"She said something that probably shouldn't have hit me as funny, but it did anyway," said Stan.

"What did she say?" inquired Angie.

"She said, and I quote, 'I want you to be sure to treat her with absolute respect. Have I made myself quite clear, young man?' unquote," said Stan in his best imitation of his mom.

"And?" said Angie.

"And I promise," said Stan, "I will treat you with absolute respect while I'm fucking your tits and cumming on your face."

Angie pulled him closer, licked his ear, groped his ass and whispered, "What about when you're eating my pussy?"

"Then even more so," Stan said resolutely.

"Good," Angie breathed in his ear, "I hate disrespectful cunt lickers."

Angie's hands on his ass the pressure of her huge jugs on his chest had made him hard again. He reached up to trace a line from just under her left ear, down her throat, across her collar bone and down her magnificent cleavage. Angie shivered with lust at his feathery touch.

"Shit!" she hissed through her teeth, "You know what that does to me."

"That's why I do it," he whispered then licked her throat.

"You don't have to fucking warm me up!" she shouted, "I'm hotter than I've ever been! I need you fuck me NOW!"

"Maybe," he said.

He moved back from her so that he could start unbuttoning her blouse. With each undone button he would lick the newly exposed flesh. Angie moaned and squirmed. When he had unfastened the last button he parted her blouse and pulled it free of her skirt. He put a hand underneath each massive globe and began squeezing and stroking the undersides of them through her bra.

"I'm going to lick, and suck, and nibble every inch of your incredible body," he whispered tenderly. "I'm going to kiss places that you've forgotten you have."

Angie was trembling with pent up lust. Her breasts heaved with her ragged breathing.

"I don't need any damned foreplay," she muttered between horny gasps, "I just need fucking."

Stan removed his hand from the underside of her pendulous spheres. He reached up to the clasp of her front-loading bra.

"Don't you want your breasts fondled?" he breathed directly into her ear. "Don't you want me to lick them?"

Angie moaned in response.

He unclasped her bra and parted the cups. With both hands he lifted her massive left mammary to his mouth. He began running his tongue back and forth over the soft skin, from left to right and back again, covering the entire expanse of flesh with saliva.

Angie put her hands on top of his head with the intent of trying to push his mouth down to her nipple. But, somehow she couldn't get her arms to work. She was so distracted with sexual need that her body wasn't responding to her commands. It was only responding to the pressure of her lover's hands and tongue on her breast. She was too horny for that to frighten her. Her raging lust canceled out any thoughts. The only other thing that existed for her, besides the sensations on her bosom, was the aching emptiness in her dripping cunt.

The young man slowly licked his way down to her areola. His tongue traced a circle around it several times, being careful to not actually touch it

The forty-year-old divorcee whimpered in frustration.

He let go of her left breast and repeated the same torturous procedure on her right one. Angie wriggled with desire as he did so.

"Please, stop teasing me," she begged.

Stan ignored her pleading. When he had finished with the stimulation he was heaping on her right mammary he stood up and cupped her face tenderly in his hands. Then he licked around the edges of beautiful, thick lips. Her tongue shot out of her mouth to meet his. The two oral digits danced with each other in midair for a moment.

The scent of her arousal combined with her near desperation was driving Stan crazy. He cock was like a steel bar in his pants. He wanted to slide his skin bone into her hot, wet channel almost as much as she wanted him to do it. The boiling jizz in his balls was screaming for release. But, he was determined to finish what he had started. He was going to bring her off as she had never been brought off before.

He took a bosom in each hand, bent his head down, and gave one nipple two or three light flicks with his tongue. Then he moved to the other nipple to do the same. He moved back and forth from one to the other for nearly five minutes.

Angie writhed and whined. She bucked her hips against him trying to rub her needy pussy up and down against his hard penis.

Suddenly he released her breasts, stood up, and murmured into her ear, "Where would you like to go for this?" 

As he said it he guided her hand down the throbbing bulge in his trouser. Then he leaned down to lightly bite one of her nipples.

"OHHHH!" Angie groaned, shivering from her thwarted need, "Please, take me to bedroom, take to the livingroom, throw me down on fucking linoleum right here! I don't fucking care! Just FUCK ME!"

"I have a better idea," Stan whispered in her ear.

Just his breath on her ear and neck was making her squirm.

"Earlier this afternoon," he continued, "I was wondering what it might be like to have you on one of those beanbag chairs."

Angie suddenly stopped squirming and looked him directly in the eye.

"You were thinking of me while you were banging that little cheerleader?" she asked with amazement.

"Yes," he said. 

Angie grasped his head to pull him in for a tooth rattling kiss.

"You're about to find out he dangerous those beanbag chairs can be," she said as she let him go and started walking toward the basement stairs.

His eyes followed the sway of the spherical cheeks of her ass as she walked away. Suddenly they were both off at a dead run racing each other down the stairs, shedding their clothing as they went.

By the time they reached the biggest of the beanbag chairs, the one on which he'd been fucking Sarah, they were both completely naked. Angie threw herself, belly first, onto the chair. Supporting herself with her hands on the floor she wiggled her awe-inspiring ass at her lover.

Stan knelt down beside her and started whispering in her ear again. As he did so, he reached back to stick a finger into her sopping gash.

"Did you like watching me fuck Sarah?" he asked.

"Yes," she hissed.

"Did you like seeing my big cock sliding in and out of her pussy?"

"Yes."

"Did you like seeing her seeing her tits bounce and dance as I fucked her?"

"Yes!"

"Did you cum hard from masturbating while you watched us?"

"YES!" she shouted, throwing her head back, "YES! I came like a fucking runaway train!" Then she lowered her head and began whimpering, "Please, please."

Stan kept slowly sliding his finger in and out of volcanically molten slot. He cupped one of her pendulous breasts and began rubbing his palm over the nipple.

"Please what?" he asked.

"Please, if you're not going to fuck me at least let me cum," she whined.

Stan withdrew both of his hands. Angie screamed in frustration.

"What were you thinking while you watched?" Stan murmured into her ear.

By that time Angie was actually in tears. 

"You fucking bastard. You shit. I'll get you for this," she cried.

"What were you thinking?" he repeated. Then he licked her ear.

"I can't," she said, crying so hard that she was gasping for breath, "I'm so *gasp* horny I can't *gasp* breathe let alone *gasp* talk."

"Then we'll have to calm you down a bit before we continue," Stan said soothingly.

"You *gasp* shit."

Stan lightly caressed her cheek with one hand. With his other hand he started stroking her back. He used his palm to delicately stroke her shoulder. Then he would run it down her back and across her curvaceous buttocks. Then he would go back to her shoulders to start the process over.

All the while he would murmur, "It's all right. You'll get relief soon. It's all right."

He was having the desired effect. Very quickly her crying abated to the point at which she could breathe regularly again. Soon the crying stopped altogether and gave herself over to his hand and his voice. It was so soothing. It was so relaxing. She felt that, had she been a cat, she would have purred.

At long last she let out a slow breath and said softly, "That's so nice."

"Now," Stan whispered, "answer the question. What were you thinking while you watched me fucking Sarah?"

"I was thinking what shit you were that you were fucking her instead of me," Angie began, "Your cock was supposed to pounding my pussy right then, not hers."

As his lover spoke Stan moved his hand back down to her still very wet vagina and stuck his finger back into it. She gasped as it entered her.

"Keep going," he said.

"Even though I've seen your dick up close and personal a dozen or more times," Angie resumed as Stan began to lick at the base of her spine, "I hadn't really realized... oh, god that's good... how big you are."

Slowly and torturously Stan began to lick his way up her spine, making little circular motions with his tongue as he went. His finger was still moving slowly and rhythmically in and out of her dripping slot.

"Seeing you ram," she continued shakily, "in and out of someone else...shit. You know that makes me crazy... gave me a sense of scale that I hadn't had before."

When was about a third of the way up her back he reached out with his unoccupied hand to cup her breast once more, rubbing his palm lightly over the nipple.

It hadn't taken long to get the almost insanely horny woman back to the edge again. She was trembling and groaning.

"I wanted you so bad," she whined, "I wanted to taste your cock. I wanted to drink your jizz. I wanted to ride your tongue...oh,god. Oh, shit. Oh, fuck...I wanted you to fuck me as... oooohhhhh...hard as you were fucking her. Please, either fuck me or let me come. I can't take this anymore."

Stan stuck his finger into her all the way and with the next finger over stroked her clit three or four times. She shuddered and shook with the touch.

"Please," she moaned.

He lifted his head from her spine he was only about halfway up.

"Finish," he said firmly then resumed licking.

"That's why," Angie gamely soldiered on, "I was masturbating in the back of the *gasp* room. When you saw me...ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck...and you looked right at me...shitshitshitshit...when you looked me in the eyes and I knew that you had caught me *gasp* that's when I came so hard...fuckfuckfuckfuck...so hard."

Angie took a deep breath and screamed, "PLEASE!"

All of this teasing was starting to take a toll on Stan as well. The slickness of her twat, the soft skin of her back, and the amazing firmness of her huge tits had made him so hard that it almost hurt. His balls were so full that he was pretty sure that he would drown her when he finally emptied them. He desperately needed to fuck her right now. He withdrew both hands and his tongue and stood up. He had still only made it two thirds of the way up her spine.

She looked up at him with panic filled eyes.

"Stand," he said.

She was weak with the stress of the teasing and struggled to her feet. 

He flopped his butt down onto the beanbag chair, held up his achingly stiff ten inches, and said, "Sit!"

She had no idea where she found the strength, but she leaped onto his cock like a she was possessed. His battering ram jammed all the way up her slick slot immediately. With that first penetration she had the biggest orgasm she had ever had in her life. She yowled in pleasure at the sensation.

He grabbed her hips and began jackhammering into her wet cunt. She was still too weak to fuck back. She was like a big-titted rag doll impaled on his spear. Her flesh mountains jounced and bounced with each thrust. She was having rapid fire orgasm throughout his savage fucking. 

He was desperately fighting to forestall his pending ejaculation. But, every time she climaxed, the vibrations and contractions of her vaginal walls sent jolts of pleasure up and down his dong. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer, but he wanted to bring her off one last time. He pulled his right hand from her hip and reached down to massage her clit between his thumb and forefinger.

She screeched as a nearly bone crushing orgasm hit her. She fell backward with the force of it. As she did his dick slip out of her pussy with a loud slurping sound. 

He panicked. He was just about to cum. He leaped to his feet and positioned himself over her. Angie struggled to her knees and plunged her mouth down over the mighty staff. 

He came so hard he felt like his gonads were imploding. He shot rope after rope of his juice down her throat. She couldn't swallow fast enough. It filled her mouth until her cheeks were bulging. His hips lurched back involuntarily and his cock popped out her mouth. He continued cumming, shooting his ball butter all over her face and tits. She was drenched in the stuff and he was still shooting.

When his balls were finally empty he slumped backwards onto the beanbag hair. Angie dragged herself next to him. With their arms around each other they fell asleep.




Tina's Torpedoes Ch. 04-05



They awoke about an hour later. 

Angie sat up and said, "That was incredible. I have never had an orgasm like that with anyone!"

She yanked Stan up to a sitting position, grasped his head firmly in both hands, and said angrily, "If you ever do something like that to me again, If you ever even think about teasing me like that one more time, If you ever as much as imagine torturing me like that, I swear to god that I will get you hard just long enough to cut your dick off and have it laminated. There'll be nothing left of you but a ten inch dildo! Do you understand me?"

Stan grinned and nodded.

"And I meant what I said," she continued with a sinister looking smile, "I will get you for that. My name is Payback and I'm a BITCH!"

With that she gave him a soul shattering kiss. They tongue danced and caressed each other for another five minutes or so then fell back to sleep. That's how Tina found them two hours later.



Tina's Torpedoes Ch. 06



"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Tina thought as she stomped into the kitchen. "This sucks!"

She was hornier than she had been in weeks, and she couldn't get any relief. She had gotten everything set up to have a threesome with Sarah and Stan that afternoon, but the whole plan collapsed when her mother, Angela, had come home early. 

It wasn't that Angela had any objections. It turned out that Tina's mother was having an affair with Stan and Tina's little get together had prevented Stan and Angela from getting together as they had planned. 

Tina saw the trail of clothing from the middle of the kitchen floor to the basement stairs. It did not improve her mood. 

"Great," she thought with frustration, "even Mom's getting laid tonight. Everybody's getting fucked but me."

It had not been a good evening. After the little "lesson" in love making that Stan had given Sarah, Tina had given her a ride home. About a half block from Sarah's house they noticed Biff, Sarah's boyfriend waiting in the driveway of Sarah's house.

"Oh, shit!" said Sarah, "I forgot all about our date tonight."

"Quit worrying," said Tina, "We'll tell him that you came to my house to help me with something and we lost track of time."

"But what about the way I'm dressed," Sarah asked pointing to the little black dress that she had worn to Tina's house, "How will I explain that?"

"Not a problem," said Tina, "We'll tell him that you went home to change for the date before you came to my house. It will be proof that you didn't actually forget, at least to Biff."

"But, I'm not wearing a bra or panties," Sarah whined, "I didn't wear a bra anyway and I put my panties into my purse after I cleaned up." 

"I guess you soaked them when you saw Stan's cock," said Tina with a grin, "Am I right?"

"Yeah," said Sarah with a giggle.

"I don't think that the panties are an issue either," said Tina, "On a date with Biff you probably won't be wearing them that long anyway. It will certainly give him a surprise when he drives you up to Lookout Point to fuck."

"We don't fuck," Sarah said defensively, "We make love."

"Whatever," said Tina rolling her eyes, "Just quit worrying. Okay?"

"Okay," said Sarah dubiously.

Tina pulled into the driveway and stopped behind Biff's car. Both girls got out, ran up to Biff and started rubbing their bodies against him from either side. The poor boy didn't know whether to shit or go blind. All he could concentrate on was the bulging tit flesh that suddenly surrounded him. Sarah's round, firm boobs seemed to be struggling to burst free from her little, black dress. Tina's twin torpedoes were barely contained by her tube top. 

"See anything you like?" Sarah asked.

Biff just nodded stupidly.

"Don't blame Sarah for being late," said Tina, "She came over to my house to help me with something and we lost track of the time."

Biff knew that he should probably stare at his girlfriend's jugs if he was going to stare, but Tina's deep cleavage looked so inviting.

"It's okay," he said to Tina's tits, "You're not that late."

"Biff," said Sarah impatiently, "I'm over here."

"Sorry," said Biff contritely as he peered down into Sarah's deep cleavage.

"Well," said Tina as she walked back to her car, "You two have fun."

"We will," said Sarah, turning her head to address her friend, "and thank you."

"Yeah, we will," said Biff to Sarah's tits.

"You're welcome," said Tina with a smirk.

Tina decided to go to a local coffeehouse called The Bean Bar to see if she could find someone to hook up with. On a Friday night the little shop became something like a pick-up bar for high school students. That turned out to be a complete waste of time.

Everybody seemed to have already paired off. The only unattached guy was Lou Flink. Lou was a nice enough guy, but he was almost a worse fuck than Biff. Biff, despite his muscular, football player body, had a four inch dick that he had no idea how to use. Lou had an eight inch cock that was thick as a beer can, but he didn't know what to do with his equipment any better than Biff did. The size made him almost more frustrating. Lou's saving grace was that he took direction well. If you told him what you wanted him to do he would usually do it pretty well. But, Tina didn't feel like working that hard. So she went home.

Standing in her kitchen, staring at the trail of clothing leading to the basement stairs, she was just about to run up to her room to find her biggest dildo to get herself off when her curiosity got the better of her. She descended the stairs as quietly as she could. 

Peering silently around the drywall that separated the stairs from the rest of the basement, she saw Stan and her mother spooned together on the largest of the beanbag chairs, sleeping. Somehow, to Tina, they looked perfect together. They looked right. They fit. Tina wasn't sure how she should feel about that. Should she be happy for them, or what? She wasn't even sure that she was reading the situation right. I could just be her imagination fueled by sexual frustration.

She saw her mother roll over until she was facing Stan. Tina ran back up the stairs. 

Meanwhile, after a quick burger and fries at a local fast food joint, Biff and Sarah had gone to the movie theater in the center of town. There were other theaters around in the malls, but on Friday or Saturday night the Bijou was almost always filled with dating teenagers. Even though they played the same movies that the mall theaters played the Bijou had one big difference. It was an old style movie palace that had been built in the 1930's. It had the two things that horny teenagers wanted most in a theater, a balcony and dark corners.

The theater had been fully restored a few years previously and they tried to make the whole movie going experience similar to what it had been in the theater's heyday. Just like theaters of old it had a huge, spacious lobby, a generously stocked refreshment stand, and restrooms that were impossible to find. They even had an usher and a projectionist. In the restored theater, of course, the usher rarely ever seated people. His main job was to pass through every fifteen to twenty minutes with a flashlight to break up couples who were getting a little too hot and heavy. That practice slowed down considerably when the theater hired Wendy Winslow as their projectionist. Wendy was a twenty year old college student with big tits, a narrow waist, wide hips, and a libido with an overdrive. The usher spent most of his time in the projection booth with Wendy. That is when the theater manager wasn't in there. 

Word got around town quickly that nobody was watching at the Bijou. It became a magnet for dating teenagers.

Sarah and Biff were in their usual dark corner of the balcony making out. Whatever complaints Sarah might have had about Biff's love making, she had to admit that he was a great kisser. His tongue danced and weaved inside of her mouth. She always loved the feel of it. 

Biff put his hand between them to grope her breast. Sarah had been a bit apprehensive about that. After an afternoon of Stan's firm but gentle caresses she was wondering how she would deal with Biff's adolescent grabbing.

She abruptly broke the kiss and said sternly, "Be more careful with my breasts, Biff!"

Biff looked at her in shock.

"It's a breast not a football!" she continued, "It's part of my body. It's attached to me. I expect to be caressed not manhandled."

"I'm sorry, Babe," said a bewildered Biff, "I'll try to be more careful."

"Don't try," she said, "Succeed! I'm a woman and I expect to be treated that way. You keep treating me like some piece of sports equipment that you can just bounce around."

"Okay," said Biff contritely, "I'm sorry."

"Shut up and kiss," said Sarah then plunged her tongue back into Biff's mouth.

Biff was completely dumbfounded. Sarah had never acted like that before. He thought that she liked his hands on her tits. Slowly he put his hand back on her breast through her little, black dress. He held it lightly as though it was a piece of his grandmother's fine china.

Sarah pulled away from him and said, "You don't have to be that careful, Biff, honey," Sarah said softly, "I would like to feel it. Just don't squeeze so hard."

"Okay," said Biff.

He palmed her round mammary firmly, rubbing his palm over the nipple.

"How's that?" he asked.

"Perfect," she sighed and resumed kissing him.

Biff was at a complete loss. He had never known Sarah to be this aggressive or demanding before. It was a completely new thing. He had always been more or less in control of their sexual activity. He wasn't sure how to react to it. It certainly hadn't made his stiffy soften, though.

He put his other hand on her other breast in the same way that he was doing with the first one. She moaned into his mouth. She'd never done that before. Maybe this was a good thing.

"It's not like Stan did it," Sarah thought as her tongue swirled her boyfriend's mouth, "but, it's better than Biff's ever done before. Maybe I can teach him to do this right."

Suddenly she said, "Stop."

Biff looked at her apprehensively.

"I'm sorry, Babe," he said, "Did I hurt you again?"

"No," she said, "I just need more."

With that she yanked down the neckline of her dress to expose her firm melons. Biff was too confused to notice that Sarah hadn't been wearing a bra.

Biff immediately squeezed her boobs together and buried his face in the cleavage. She pushed his face out for her tit valley by his forehead.

"Don't even think about it," she said glowering at her boyfriend, "If you even try to motor boat I'll slap your face off!"

"But I thought you liked that," Biff whined.

"You like it," Sarah said, "I think it's stupid and childish."

Biff was even more confused than before. He had no idea what had come over his girlfriend. All he knew was that his dick was harder than it had ever been. 

"What's going on?" Biff asked, "Why are you..."

"Shut up and suck my tits!" Sarah demanded.

Tits? Did Sarah Liplock just say the word tits? She had never used that kind of language before. Biff just stared at her.

"Well?" said Sarah impatiently.

Biff didn't need any more encouragement. He clamped his lips down over her left nipple and sucked. He resumed palming and tweaking her other breast.

"That's it, Baby," Sarah groaned, "Suck on my big tits. Make the nipples nice and hard. That's the right way to treat them."

Biff's little pussy poker was so hard that it almost hurt. He tried to remember what he'd seen in some of those porn movies on line. How had they treated tits? He decided to try something. He gave her nipple a gentle nip with his teeth. She shuddered and clasped his head more tightly to her soft, round boob.

"Yes," Sarah hissed, "That's it! That's right! You're making me so wet."

Sarah grabbed Biff's hand and guided it down to her dripping gash. 

Biff pulled his mouth off of her nipple and exclaimed, "You're not wearing any panties!"

"Surprise!" said Sarah with a giggle.

"What's gotten into you, Babe?" Biff asked incredulously.

"Nothing yet," said Sarah, "So you'd better put one of those fingers to work right now."

Biff just nodded stupidly and slid a finger into her slick slot.

She pulled his head back to her chest and said, "Put your mouth back to work, too, Baby."

Biff resumed sucking on her nipple as he worked his finger in and out of her pussy. Sarah noticed that his finger didn't seem to be touch as much of vaginal walls as it usually did.

"Oh, shit," she thought, "I'm all loose from having Stan's horse cock in there. What'll I do? Will I even feel it when Biff puts his dick in me?"

Then she remembered a trick that Tina had tried to teach her. She focused all her effort on flexing the muscles in her cunt, trying to make them tighten around Biff's finger. It took less work than she thought. The walls of her hot box squeezed snugly on Biff's digit easily. She relaxed with a sigh of relief and leaned back in the theater seat to enjoy what her boyfriend was doing.

Biff had never been so turned on. Cum was boiling in his tiny nuts. He desperately wanted to just throw Sarah down on the floor and fuck her as hard as he could, but he wasn't sure that he should even ask if he should do anything else than what he was doing. As he finger fucked her and sucked her tits he started to put together what little he could remember about female anatomy. He remembered from health class they had been taught about the clitoris. He remembered from porn movies sort of where it was. He stuck his thumb up to find it. He rubbed around the top of Sarah's pussy searching for it. When she emitted a low moan he figured that he'd found it.

Sarah was ecstatic when he thumbed her clit. It meant that he was actually trying to make this better for her, and it felt so good. He was sucking, licking and biting her nipple as he slid his finger into her cunt and diddled her clit. This was the best she had ever had with Biff. She knew that she was getting close to an orgasm. It wouldn't be one of the bone crushers that Stan had given her, but it would best the best that she had ever gotten from Biff. That meant a lot to her. Suddenly her body stiffened as she stifled an orgasmic groan. She clutched Biff's head so tightly to her breast that she almost smothered the poor boy.

When her body stopped shuddering she pulled Biff's mouth off of her nipple and his finger out of her snatch.

"Thank you," she said, gasping for breath.

"Did you," Biff tried to ask, "I mean..."

"Yes I did," she said with a beatific smile, "I had an orgasm. I came."

Then she gave him a deep, tooth rattling kiss.

"Now it's my turn to make you feel good," she said.

Biff nodded with a goofy grin.

"But, before I do, I want you make me a promise," she said.

"What's that?" Biff asked.

"I want you to promise that if I get you off now that you'll still be able to get hard again when we go up to Lookout Point. Can you do that for me?" Sarah said.

"I promise," said Biff even though he wasn't completely convinced that it was a promise that he would be able to keep.

"Good boy," said Sarah, stretching out the vowels so that it sounded like the praise a small child gets from his mother for finishing all of his vegetables.

The sound of it made Biff's dick lurch in his pants.

Sarah yanked down his zipper and fished his little stiffy out of his pants. She leaned over and slid her lips slowly down to the root then just as slowly back up.

Biff was in heaven. She was going to suck his dick. She was even doing it voluntarily. He usually had to seriously cajole or even beg for her to do that. 

"Let me get a tissue or something," he said, "I don't want to leave her with cum stains on my pants."

She bobbed torturously up and down his stiffy once more then sat up to whisper in his ear, "Don't worry about it, Baby. Just do what comes naturally. I promise you won't have any cum stains on your pants."

Biff looked at her quizzically.

"That's right, Biff, honey," she continued, "I want you to do something that I know you've always wanted to do."

Biff almost couldn't dare to hope that she meant what he thought she meant.

"What's that?" he asked with a trembling voice.

"I want you to fuck my face and cum in my mouth," she said in a low breathy tone, "Can you do that for me?"

Biff nodded dumbly. He almost came the moment she had said, "fuck". He was amazed and hopelessly turned on by the language his previously prim, little girlfriend was using.

"Good boy," she said in exactly the way she had before.

She put his dick back in her mouth and began sucking in earnest. Trying to take all of Stan's huge cock had been fun and challenging, but Biff's dick was the one she wanted. She liked it a lot and she loved the boy it was attached to. Stan was right. She and Biff belonged together. They fit, just the way that Biff's dick fit perfectly into her mouth. She did everything she could to make sure this was the best blowjob he ever had. Biff had been an apt pupil. He had learned very quickly what she wanted and had even managed to improvise a bit. He gave her the best orgasm she had ever had with him. 

Tina had been right that she needed to know what good sex was really like. But, she had been wrong the fucking Stan was going to make her break up with Biff. 

Biff couldn't believe what was happening. Sarah had sucked his dick before, but never with such enthusiasm. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere at once. As she sucked she licked every surface of his hardness. He knew that he wasn't going to last long. He grabbed the back of her head and started bucking his hips. The slick pressure of her mouth was making him crazy. He fucked her mouth faster and harder. She reached down to lightly tickle his scrotum. He stiffened and moaned as his nuts dumped their load. To Sarah it was perfect. Biff shot just enough to fill her mouth and no more.

When his body finally relaxed Sarah sat up and opened her mouth to make sure that Biff saw the mouthful of jizz that he had given her. Then she made a big show of swallowing it.

After she licked him clean, stuffed his dick back into his pants, and zipped him up she whispered to him, "Now let's get out of here and go to Lookout Point. I want you to fuck me." 

Biff thought that he just might be able to keep his promise. He could feel his dick stiffening already.

Angela was yanked out of the delightful twilight between sleep and wakefulness by the sound of footsteps running on the basement stairs. She had been luxuriating in feel of having Stan spooned against her back when her shoulder began to hurt. That's why she had rolled over.

"Okay," she thought, "lesson learned. You're over forty, Angela. You can't fall asleep on beanbag chairs anymore."

As the sound of footsteps jerked her into being fully awake it took her a moment to realize that it must have been Tina that she heard.

"How long was she there?" she wondered, "How much did she see?"

She opened her eyes and looked at Stan and smiled. She lay there for a few minutes just watching him sleep. Stroking his cheek affectionately she realized how different her life was now than it had been just two weeks ago. This young man had brought her out of her funk. This young man had made her feel alive again.

Disentangling herself from Stan's arms she stood up, and headed toward the half bath off of the laundry room to freshen up. Stan didn't stir. About halfway there she remembered that her clothes were all over the kitchen floor. She thought about it for a minute then decided that it didn't matter. She didn't have anything that Tina hadn't seen or didn't have one of anyway. 

When she got into the laundry room she saw her fuzzy, blue bathrobe neatly folded up on top of the dryer.

"What's that doing here?" she thought. 

Several minute later she emerged from the basement wearing the robe. She found Tina sitting at the kitchen table looking seriously out of sorts.

As she walked to the refrigerator to get some wine she asked, "How long were you down there?"

"Hi, Mom," Tina said sheepishly.

"Answer the question," Angela said firmly as she crossed to the cabinet above the counter to get a glass.

"Only long enough to see you roll over," said Tina, "I just got home."

Angela glanced at the clock on the wall beyond the kitchen table. It was only nine thirty.

"You're home early for a Friday night," she said.

"Crappy night," said Tina, "I don't want to talk about it."

"That bad?" said her mother as she poured her wine.

"Worse." said Tina sullenly.

Angela sat down at the table next to her daughter and placing one of her hands on Tina's she said softly, "I know that you don't want to talk about it, but it might help to do it anyway, honey."




Tina's Torpedoes Ch. 06



"I don't know," said Tina evasively.

"Listen," said Angela, "your father always liked to say that sometime you have to unscrew you head from your shoulders, put it in the table and talk to it. Sometimes it helps just to get these things out from inside your head so that you can get a clearer look at them."

Tina's jaw dropped and her eyes widened in complete shock.

"Tina, what's wrong?" her mother asked with great concern.

Tina just stared in amazement at her mother.

"Tina, What is it?" Angela persisted, "You're looking at me like I've just landed from Mars or I've grown two heads or something."

Regaining her composure Tina said, "Mom, do you realize how long it's been since you've quoted Dad about anything, or even brought him up in a conversation?"

"I've talked about you father lots of times," said Angela defensively.

"Not without a lot of anger," said Tina, "Not without sounding like you wanted to strangle him!"

Angela stopped to think about that for a moment.

"You're right," she said after a long silence, "I guess I've turned some sort of corner on that subject."

"Looks like," said her daughter.