When I was sixteen, I finally asked a girl out. She was about forty-eight inches high, coming up to around the center of my chest. She had long, flowing brown hair, and blue eyes to match. Her name was Beth. She was part of the color guard. I had this longing to get inside of her. Her previous boyfriend was an old acquaintance of mine, and when he found out, he started giving me information on how tight her pussy was. (Naturally, he had fingered her once while she was asleep.)
But one day, two years later, I found out what the phrase “The Color Guard sticks out for each other” really means.
Beth had told me to meet her in the band room (we were both part of the marching band) after school one day. So, I did and started to wait. Around two-thirty, I began to hear a soft moan erupting from the closed guard room door. I got up from my seat, slowly made my way to the door, and gently turned the knob.
I came face to face with a sight I had never imagined. Jeniver, the second-in-command and the girl who had the smallest breasts in the guard, was on her knees with Stacey (a girl I had masturbated about many times, and a good friend of my girlfriend’s) sucking on her breasts. And the girl that had her pussy on Jeniver’s face was none other than my girlfriend, Beth. All three were naked, bouncing up and down, enjoying their orgy they were having. I did not want to intrude, so I silently started to close the door when I felt a small hand stop me and turn me around. It was Beth, still panting heavily from the workout she was getting from Jeniver’s tongue. I stared into her eyes, and we both knew that we wanted each other right then. And I kinda wanted to have Stacey and Jeniver while I was at it, even though I knew that Beth had the tightest pussy in the whole guard.
So, I shut the door and locked it from the inside. Nobody but the four of us was going to know about this.
I let Jeniver and Stacey get to work on Beth’s nice, firm, full-sized breasts. I was amazed at how erect her nipples were getting; after all, she was four months younger than I was, so she was still eighteen. Stacey was about eight months younger, so she was about two weeks past her eighteenth birthday, and Jeniver was about a month older than I. Stacey had about half the size in breasts that Beth had, and Jeniver had around half Stacey’s size.
They slowly caressed her breasts with their hands until they noticed that Beth was getting extremely erect. All I could do was sit back and watch these three guard members go at their lesbian orgy. My pants were like a huge tent waiting to be worked on. And I was getting hornier by the minute watching my girlfriend’s breasts being fondled. Jeniver lowered her head until she was gently licking around the edge of Beth’s left nipple. Beth was screaming for somebody to take her nonstop as Stacey tried to do the same, but being without knowledge in these things, all she ended up doing was sucking with great force on Beth’s right nipple.
All of this had pushed me past the point of extreme pleasure, and I, too, wanted some of Beth for myself. But, first, I decided, let me get her warmed up. I stood up while unzipping my pants as Beth watched me longingly. I knew she was getting wetter by the minute with anticipation as my eight inches popped up out, but I wanted her to be as horny as she could get when I took her. After all, if you are going to do it, do it right. Or should that be, if you are going to do her, do her right?