Ellie's mother, Mavis Jones, had grown suspicious of her daughter's furtive actions of late, and now found herself eavesdropping on Ellie's phone conversation with Margie.
She was stunned at what she heard.
Margie: "Do ya think Manny and Ritchie's cocks are as big as Donny's?"
Ellie: "I hope so. I can still feel Donny inside me."
Margie: "Um, me too."
Mavis Jones had her hand over her mouth, and her eyes were wide with shock. Her daughter, her baby, discussing a man's penis like that. Why ... that meant that she'd... Mavis was incapable of further thought on the matter, and perhaps a full minute passed before she registered what the girls were saying.
Ellie: " ... our first orgy. I can't believe it."
Margie: "I can't wait to have two in me at once!"
Ellie: "Me too! How do you think they'll do it?"
Margie: One in my mouth and one in my puss, I guess."
Ellie: "Oh, I thought there'd be one up your behind and one in your puss."
Margie: "I hadn't thought of that. That sounds good too."
Ellie: "Maybe we'll do both."
"Margie: "Ewe! I don't see myself sucking their things after having it up my behind."
Ellie: "Silly, you do the behind thing last."
Margie: "Oh, yeah. That's right."
Mrs. Jones was incredulous. She had to put a halt to this. But how? She knew the girls were devious. They knew how to gauge an adult's perception to a very high degree, and if she tipped them off they would only find a more circuitous means of participating in the orgy.
How could she prevent it from happening? She continued listening, hoping to learn where and when this orgy was to take place. But the girls gave her nary a clue in that direction, and so Mavis had no choice but to wait ... and hope.
Trying to be as unobtrusive as possible, Mavis watched Ellie like a hawk, and following school the next day, saw Ellie putting an outfit on over the one she was wearing.
'I did that myself, back in the day, ' Mrs. Jones thought, and had to suppress a smile, until she realized just why her daughter was dressing secretly.
When the phone rang, Ellie raced to get it. Mavis waited, counting to ten before lifting the receiver and listening in again.
"Margie: "... this green dress, why, if I sit or bend, my panties show."
Ellie: "The tight, tight green one?"
Margie: "Yeah, and no bra."
Ellie: "I'm wearin' my blue slutty thing. You know the one cut real low in the front, and way down to my butt in back?"
Margie: "Ewe, yeah! You do look so sluttish in that dress, Ellie."
Ellie: "Oh, thanks, doll face, I'm sure you look marvelous too. And by the way, I'm minus a bra too."
Shortly afterward the girls ended the conversation. Mrs. Jones hadn't a clue as to where the orgy was going to be held. ________________________________________
Mavis Jones was amazed as her daughter; with as innocent an expression as she'd ever seen on her angelic face, maneuvered her into letting her to stay out with Margie until 9:30 that evening. Ellie told her that she was meeting Margie at her house and they were going to the movies. She stressed that her homework was finished and it was Friday, and she would be home at a decent time. Mavis was trapped; there was no reason to deny her a night out.
Mrs. Jones was as discreet as possible, using her Toyota to follow the girls -- who met -- not at Margie's, but two blocks from Ellie's house.
Ellie and Margie walked to a small boutique on the boulevard and used the dressing room to remove the top layers of clothing. Mrs. Jones waited a block away, the Toyota idling nervously while she worried the cuticle on her wedding ring finger.
Margie and Ellie walked another block arm in arm. Mrs. Jones hung back, giving them ample space, fearing that should they look back they would spot her.
In that regard, however, her fears were groundless. But moments later, Donny and Richie pulled up alongside the girls in Ritchie's Ford Mustang convertible.
The girls were surprised at both the stylish convertible and Richie's Latin good-looks. He was a little over six feet and weighed about 180 pounds. Ellie's mother almost went into shock, for to her eyes; both males appeared to be men in their mid-twenties, and not high school seniors as she had supposed they were.
Both Margie and Ellie were captivated by Richie's black, wavy hair and his deep brown smiling eyes. As Richie held the door open, the girls hopped into the convertible, Margie into the rear, followed by Richie, leaving the front seat for Ellie, who wriggled her butt across the leather seat and gave Donny a smoldering French kiss. "Gonna let her out-do you?" Richie said with a wicked grin.
"Not on your life," Margie yelped and squirmed onto his lap and kissed him feveredly as he groped her lush breasts.
Mavis Jones watched in dismay as her daughter prolonged the kiss. She saw that the man behind the wheel was attempting to pry her away from his mouth, not wanting to attract unnecessary attention.
Her eyes widened as the couple in the backseat remained in a tight clinch, and then when Margie gaily waved her panties in the air, then released them and watched as they sailed away to the side of the road, Mavis lost control of her vehicle and swerved sharply to the right before regaining control and bringing her car to a stop.
"You're crazy, Margie," Richie laughed.
"You think?" she responded, and then joined his laughter. "The car behind us almost crashed when I waved them in the air."
"Cool it back there," Donny said although he was giddy with sexual excitement. "Don't need to get pulled over by the cops with all this luscious pussy in the car."
"Pussy!" Margie scoffed.
"Ain't no other word for it, my lovely," he replied. "You are prime tender pussy, and I'm not. It's that simple. Now will the both of you be good girls ... at least until we get to my place ... please?"
