In my high school years, there were two girls who hung together like they were joined at the hip. You remember a pair of them from your own youth, no doubt. Goon, who's name was actually Mary was tall for her age, likely 5'-6" or so and just kind of rounded. Not fat, nor plump, she just appeared to carry a lot of baby fat. She had dishwater blond hair, never seemed to get a tan and dressed like her 80 year old grandmother had made her dress in all the clothes she'd saved through her own youth. Goon, unfortunately had a rather bad over bite, which just added to her look of a cipher.

Ragdoll, aptly named Dolly, was nearly a complete opposite. Short, maybe 5', skinny, long mousy brown hair which never looked like she'd ever run a comb or brush through it. However, her grandmother must have been great friends with Goon's as she always dressed in crap the Salvation Army threw out. Both girls wandered through the halls on their way to classes, never speaking, not even to each other, and somehow, managed to have nearly the all the same classes together. Both were the subject of a lot of speculation - Goon was supposedly the center of attraction at a gang bang once, although no one could name anyone there. Ragdoll was reportedly a lesbian, although the town had no women of that bent. Why else would she cling to Goon?

At night, the kids in my school were divided into two distinct species - the 'Socials' which included all the rich and the jocks, and the 'Low Lifes', which unfortunately included me and my crowd of friends.

The Socials had their own fast food drive-in - Tasty Freeze, and we had A&W, which was by far the larger and more heavily populated of the two. My crowd included the guys in my band which was popular enough to tour the Midwest courtesy of the largest AM radio station in the state. I could tolerate my 'Low Life' caste because the band and I could care less what other people thought. We were well thought of by our peers and amazingly enough, the Socials would stoop to the point of begging our band to play at one of their parties or dances if we happened to be in town.

Goon and Ragdoll didn't even fall into our lowly niche. They cruised the main drag in an old beater, never stopping, never listening in to the latest gossip. Sadly, Goon and Ragdoll were usually the subject of at least our crowd's derisive comments every time we saw them drive by. At least I often wondered * what * they did with themselves, other than burn a tank of gas, running up and down the street alone. We never saw them at school functions, never at the huge dances where our crowd hooked up with someone to take to the city limits and expand their knowledge of male-female anatomy along with installing a hangover for the next day. Then one night, it all changed for me.

I had already put away a six pack of Coors and had a slight buzz going and just felt, hell, mellow with the whole world. Sometimes I'd park at A&W by myself just to watch the people who circled the drive-in. This was one such night and I saw Goon & company driving by and decided, what the hell. No one, myself included, knew anything about these two and I decided I'd put on my big boy pants and find out for myself.

At the time, I had a Dodge Super Bee, a muscle car I'd ordered factory direct from the proceeds of a summer on the rock & roll bandstand. I thundered out of the drive-in after them and caught them at a light. Rolling down my window, I motioned Mary to do the same. After a short conference between the two girls, she finally did, giving me a look of 'I wonder what this asshole wants'.

I said "Hey, what are you two up to tonight, I've seen you cruising for the last hour?"

Mary just stared at me and mumbled "What do you want? Go back to A&W with the rest of them."

"No, I want to talk to you two. You never talk to anyone, never go anyplace but school and out here on the street for a couple of hours every night. What's up with that?"

"Yeah, like you care. What'r ya gonna do, run back and tell them you tagged us, make you a big man cause you had the nerve to talk to us? Just leave us alone."

Ragdoll or Dolly just stared straight ahead, like maybe I'd disappear if she stared hard enough.

"Look, what's it hurt to talk. Run over to that vacant gas station and let's ride around for a little while or do you have a more pressing engagement?"

Shaking her head, she leaned over and whispered to Dolly who just shrugged. Mary pulled away from the light and into the deserted station. I pulled along side and reached over and unlocked the passenger door. Again another conference between the two girls and both got out and slid into my car. After looking over the dashboard, my tach, the Hurst shifter on the floor and my trusty 8-tack tape deck. Dolly, who was sitting closest to me asked if she could put in a tape. I motioned over the seat to a rack of about 60 tapes, all the hard rock of the time. She pulled a Cream tape and popped it in.

"So what exactly did you want to talk about" whispered Dolly. It was hard to hear her over the music, so I leaned in closer to her and she bent into my ear and repeated herself.

"Is there anything wrong with just talking, I mean, hell - I don't know anything about you girls and I've seen you in school everyday for the last three years?" On one hand, I was getting exasperated over the reluctance of these two to even talk. On the other, I did get kind of perverse thrill out of doing something that my crowd might have looked down on.

"No one talks to us, why should you be any different? Why would you even care?" Wow. I'd never heard Dolly string this many words together at one time.

"Let's just cruise and get to know each other....deal?"

I didn't wait for an answer, just goosed the gas pedal and laid a track of rubber out of the drive way. We hit the main drag and made one complete round when Mary asked if I had any beer.

"Nope, downed the last of it about half an hour ago. You wanna get some?" I should explain here that Kansas had very weird drinking laws. Girls could purchase at 18 but guys had to wait til they were 21 to buy legally. Girls were supposed to be * more responsible *....go figure.

"Pull into Jiffy Mart and hand over some cash."

Hey, no problem - if she'd fly, I'd buy.

Toting back a case of Coors, she slid it over the seat into the back. Down the road we went, but to do any serious drinking we had to leave the city limits or chance the local fuzz hauling us off to jail. You remember how the cops used to sit around and dream up stuff to make our high school years miserable and complicated, so off to the boonies we went.

About twenty short miles away lay the river, not a long trip at 80 miles per hour. Once parked by the river bridge, we got out and I opened the trunk to pull out a tarp I kept there. Hell, I also carried a couple of sleeping bags, but that though hadn't entered my head at that point. The girls hoisted the case between them and I handled the tarp. There was a beaten path alongside the highway that led down to the river bottom and the moon was full, so we didn't even bother with a flashlight. We spread out the tarp and everyone grabbed a fresh, cold beer from the box. I had a church key on my key ring. Both ladies knocked back three beers apiece, one right after the other. Me being the suave rock & roll star, leisurely nursed on one, since I'd already had a six-pack shortly before.

The girls stared off across the river for a while, whispering to each other now and then.

"What's so private you guys need to whisper? Not planning to jack my car are you?"

"No, we both still would like to know exactly why we are out here, drinking beer with you."

"I told you in town, no one knows squat about either of you. You don't talk to anyone and you're never separated. Hell, if you're queer for each other, that's fine by me. Just talk to me, that's all."

"Well, what is it you want to know? You asked if we were queer for each other. Maybe sometimes. A couple of years ago we both figured out we weren't winning a beauty contest and just got tired of handling the put downs by ourselves, so we decided to cruise together. At least then, we have someone to talk to. Why shouldn't we get as horny as anyone else and who else do we have to play with? Both of us want boyfriends like everyone else, but who wants a couple of losers like us?"

"Ok, I understand the reasoning, but what exactly are you wanting? A boyfriend or just a dude to get you off? Mary, I'd heard a rumor that you been the 'host' of a gangbang once, is that true?"

Goon's Story

"My dad got my cherry when I was twelve. I wasn't big like this then. It hurt the first time, but after several nights, I got to where I liked it....a lot. I told some of my girlfriends at school about it and they told someone else and after that, high school boys started asking me to go out and *party*. Dad took off and it left me with no one. I had an itch I couldn't scratch and after a while, I gave in and went with a couple of guys. They took me to someone's house and there were a dozen or so guys there. Four beers later, I was bent over the back of a couch while they all took turns. I felt really used when they dropped me off at my house later. I never went out again and soon went through a growth spurt. I just got bigger, all over. A couple years later, I met Dolly."

Dolly kinda looked around, like what the hell were we expecting her to do.

"Well?" said Goon.

"Do I havta" pleaded Ragdoll?

"I hung out MY dirty laundry!"

Ragdoll's Story

"My brothers started chasing me when I was about fourteen. They'd catch me in the shower and make me let them watch. Whenever they got the chance, they were always pinching my ass or one of my tits. Sometimes, they'd call me into their room and make me watch them jack off. It made me wet but they never tried to actually get in my pants. I was always skinny, no tits and no ass, but it never stopped them from grabbing a feel. Then they'd laugh and walk off. All I can say is it made me Godawful horny. I took my own cherry with a hairbrush while I rubbed myself. Other than my brothers there hasn't been any guys after me. I get urges just like everyone else. Thankfully, Mary is here to get me off or else I think I'd go totally bug-nuts."

Back to Me

Looking at Dolly, I said "So, let me get this straight - Mary has some sexual experience but you are technically, are still a virgin. Wow! This is kind of amazing. I started my sexual experience at the tender age of eight when I hit puberty. First kid in the little town I grew up in to actually cum when I beat off. The other, older boys got off but had non-productive climax. I didn't get my first ass until I was about nine or a little better. I was with a thirteen year old girl from the neighborhood. We'd been feeling her up for a couple of years and the oldest kid in our gang dared her to go all the way with me. SHE didn't think I'd be able to do it. Imagine her surprise when my little five inch dick slid inside her wet little pussy. She'd lost her hymen a while before this because she'd let us slide candles into her twat. We'd found out that if we did this while she rubbed her pussy, she just go a little nuts and kind of pass out for a minute or two. After I'd done my thing couple of times that afternoon, I sort of became the town freak. Nine year olds weren't supposed to be capable of fucking. Eventually, the tale hit the high school and I had the opportunity to lay a few sophomores and juniors with a condom, of course. These knew not to take chances. About the only girls that made it to their senior year without getting knocked up were ugly six year olds that could outrun their brothers or dad."

Maybe the girls started to think possibly they weren't the only ones with a screwed up past. Mine didn't bother me at all, but I guess it's different for girls. At any rate, we were finally talking and getting the ladies to talk about their pasts was giving me a boner.

Looking over at the two girls, I passed over another couple of beers.

"So, where do we go with this? You're both out here with me, plenty of beer and no one to see what goes on." With that, I pulled my T-shirt over my head and dropped my cutoffs as I walked towards to river. Just as I got to the water's edge, I dropped my boxers.

"Coming in, ladies? I'm all for a little skinny dipping." I waded out until the water was halfway up my thighs and turned to the girls. They were both watching me intently. Naturally, with two women staring at me, I got a boner that poked to my belly button. I'm almost 7" erect and the combination of the water and my audience made me hard as stone.

As I watched, both stood and began to remove their clothes, leaving two neat piles of tops, shorts, panties and bras. They picked their way over the riverbank and waded out to where I stood. I noticed right away that the water made their nipples stand out hard as pebbles.

Goon, or Mary, as the two names were interchangeable, had large, floppy breasts with oversized nipples. She was approximately the same size under the armpits as she was around the hips, in other words, grossly fat. As she'd walked towards the water, I noticed she didn't shave below her belly button, nor much to her knees. This was about enough to kill whatever boner I'd grown until I turned to look at Dolly. She'd stayed in Goon's shadow until they'd come out into the water.

Dolly was, to put a point on it, skinny as a rail. Teacup breasts, and a near hairless twat. Her most appealing thing was that she was so wet with arousal, it seeped down her thigh. Now here was a girl I could do something with. We splashed around a while to cool off but I needed them out of the water before the booze wore thin.

"C'mon girls, there's things to do and a lot more to talk about." With that, I walked back up to the tarp and stretched out. The girls soon joined me, both one side. Dolly sat on her knees next to my hip, staring at my boner. Mary stood behind her, playing with her long brown hair. I just watched Ragdoll as she worked up the courage and reached for my hard dick. Taking a hold and wrapping her fingers around it, she just held it, never taking her eyes off it.

"Is this the first dick you've ever seen before? I asked?

"No, I'd seen my brothers, but I've never touched one. It's so warm and soft and hard all at the same time. This is looks so much bigger than my brothers'"

"Hon, given your ages at that time, it probably does, but they are probably bigger now too. I'm certainly not superman."

"Can I......can just I play with it? "

"Sure, just be gentle with the little guy." With that, she leaned over and rubbed it along her cheek, placing little kisses along the shaft.

Soon, she got to the crown and lay kiss after kiss on it, finally letting it slip between her lips. I put my hand on the back of her head, forcing her to take more into her mouth until I felt the back of her throat. Pulling her down made her ass rise farther into the air. Mary kneeled behind her and stroked her slit. As Dolly began to moan and take more into her mouth, Mary began a pistoning motion with her arm. I could only assume she was fingering Dolly.

As she sucked my dick. I looked up at Mary as she smiled.

"This is how Dolly and I do each other, although I'm so big down there, she can get her little fist into me." This I'd havta see. Dolly stopped what she was doing, so I grabbed an arm and pulled her over on top of me. She reached between her legs and guided me into her wet snatch. Dropping down, she impaled herself on my shaft. She leaned over and I took the opportunity to kiss her. She nearly put her tongue completely down my throat. Mary had moved between my spread legs and began to play with Dolly's ass.

I could feel a finger sliding up Dolly's butt, rubbing against the wall of her vagina. This served only to increase the feelings I got from plunging into this wet glove. Mary introduced another finger into Dolly and this just sent me over the edge. I came geysers into Dolly's wet pussy, feeling it overflow and run along my own dick and down the crack of my ass. Dolly must have felt me swell because she let out a shriek and I felt her tight glove squeeze my softening dick. Mary didn't remove her fingers, just twisting them around in Dolly's ass. Ragdoll came to life and started bucking back on Goon's finger, climaxing again.

Mary shook Dolly and told her to roll over on her back. Once she was down, Mary bent her knees back to her shoulders and began to lick her clean. Dolly's head whipped back and forth and she went through her third orgasm in ten minutes. After maybe five more minutes, Dolly sat up and moved over to where Mary was now laying. Mary automatically raised her knees as Dolly put four fingers together and slipped them into Mary's gaping pussy. A dreamy smile spread across Mary's face while Dolly began to rotate her hand, spreading her natural lubricant around Mary's nether lips.

"Now" whispered Mary. Dolly's thumb joined the other four fingers and she thrust her hand into Mary's cunt nearly to the elbow.

"Oh God, harder Dolly, harder" gasped Mary.

I was finally seeing my first fist job. Apart from feeling a little physically inadequate, it was thrilling, none the less. Mary lay there, slowly meeting Dolly's thrusts with a slow roll of her hips. Her breathing came faster and she soon stiffened. As I waited for her to come back to the here and now, Mary turned her head in my direction.

"That's how I get off. It has to be something big. Nothing personal, but you aren't hung enough to do me any good. You could try putting your fist in there if you'd like. Ever done something like that before?"

"No, I can't say that I ever have. I've HEARD of it, but never seen it in the flesh. I've had two fingers and on rare occasions, three in women, but damn! A whole fist!! Doesn't that hurt?"

"The tender part is getting inside the inner lips. Once I'm wet enough and relaxed enough, it just goes right in."

"Fantastic, girl. I think I'll watch one more time, then maybe I'll try it. My fist is ever so much bigger than Dolly's."

"What are you planning to do in the meantime?"

"I'll watch and learn, but I'll probably pester Dolly while she does you again, if that's ok?"

"Did you know that Dolly has never had anything but hers or my fingers in her? You were her first real fuck."

I looked at Dolly. "I'm honored to be your first, my dear."

Dolly blushed so hard you could see it in the dark.

Mary raised her knees again and this time Dolly spit on her fingers, rubbed it around Mary's opening and plunged right in. I got on my knees behind Dolly where I could see her hand moving in and out of Mary's pussy. I, on the other hand, had something I wanted to try with Dolly. Remembering when I was mining new territory in her pussy, Mary had two fingers stuck up her ass and she apparently enjoyed it. Let's see if about 4 more inches makes her smile.

Dolly pussy, true to form was running like a faucet, so I gathered what I could and started rubbing it around her puckered brown ring. Easing a finger into her, I rubbed it in circles, attempting to widen this tight hole. This served to turn her on and she actually started to drip. Gathering more, I swabbed it around in her bowel all I could, preparing her for an invasion by my heat seeking moisture missile. Sliding said weapon into her soaking twat, it covered itself with her secretions.

Pulling back, I merely rubbed it up her crack until it lodged in her loosened asshole. With the tip already speared inside her, all that was needed was to simply lean forward and let the inevitable happen. Dolly had other ideas. I'd no sooner than flexed my thighs when she rocked backwards, sinking herself onto me all the way to my pubic bone. Rotating her hips, she ground herself on the dick seven inches up her bowel. She got a rocking motion going - her fist plowed into Mary then she rocked back onto me. This kept up for maybe 20 minutes. I was so very close to popping my nut by this time, I stopped watching what she was doing to Mary to concentrate on my school grades, an ass eating from my dad, counting the first one hundred prime numbers...anything to distract me. Too damned late - this show was over and Elvis has left the house.

As Dolly began shaking with her orgasm, she pushed back again to grind on my pelvis. Gradually, she moved forward and off my softening member.

Mary moved to her hands and knees, her ponderous ass high in the air. I'd collapsed to the side and leaned up on an elbow to watch Dolly push four, then all five fingers of her idle hand up Mary's bowel. This too swallowed Dolly's arm nearly to the elbow. I sat in total awe as she sawed her skinny arms slide in and out of Mary's lower hole. Totally unbelievable! I'd heard talk of girls being fisted before, however I wrote it off to possibly being possible after childbirth or those born with an abnormally large vagina. Never had I heard of an ass being fisted, let alone both holes being fisted at once. I had to try this myself.

Mary lay there looking aroused but not actually climbing that climax mountain. She told Dolly to pull out and let me feel what it's like to put hands inside another's body. Dolly's arms pulled out with a plopping sound. After seeing Dolly do this twice, it couldn't be rocket science, so I pushed Dolly on her back and rubbed my hands around on her flowing pussy, gathering her copious juices. Properly lubed, I turned back to Mary and joined four fingers together and slid them into her waiting maw. Feeling next to no resistance, I added my thumb and had to push lightly to gain entrance to her twat.

Once I had my hand in her, buried to past my wrist, Mary started clenching her vaginal walls. When she'd relax, it still felt like having my hand in the sleeve of a coat, touching all around but not binding me in any way. Mary reached down and wrapped her hand around my forearm, pushing it back and pulling it forward about four inches. On the forward stroke, I could feel it hit the end of her. As much as I knew about female anatomy, this had to be either her cervix or the back of her vaginal wall. Regardless of what I was feeling, Mary had her own agenda. She increased the speed of my thrusts to a fairly rapid stroke and she timed her vaginal contractions accordingly. A few minutes past and her breathing accelerated along with spasms along her lower body. Seizing my arm, she pulled it into her, hard against her inner wall and screamed. Clenching hard on my fist and arm, all I could do was ride it out. A few moments later, she pushed my hand out of her and flopped back on the tarp.

Dolly put her arms around my waist and told me, "She's never had anything that large inside her before. I'm not half as big around as your fist and arm.....I think she liked it."

"Oh, hell yes!" came a voice from the tarp, "That was fucking unbelievable. I've never felt so full in my life."

"Glad I could be of service, Mary. It was a total hoot to me too. Actually, a first for me too."

Ragdoll had a dreamy look on her face whenever she glanced at me. I should explain here that I had other girlfriends and enjoyed plenty of sex with most of them. A few were a little kinky, liking to be tied up, ass fingered or throat fucked. We all need a dark part of our sexuality, a place where new thrills are available. The hard part is knowing where to draw the line so no one is hurt. I think I'd found another little room in my dark part, but was it really dark?

I'd probably never openly date either girl, but private sessions were another matter. I would, however, never ridicule either again. Goon needed a fat farm and a total makeover but Ragdoll might be attractive if she'd just do something with herself. New clothes, a little makeup and a trip to the hair salon were totally in order. Maybe a little outside help financially would benefit her. I could supply that help.