Archive Note: There is no CHAPTER THREE in this pocketbook. The number goes from TWO to FOUR.
FOREWORD
"Horny, aren't you?" She didn't speak, just shook her head.
"So, how do you want to do it?' wanted to show her how much he knew.
"Belly to belly?" She shrugged. "Dogstyle"
That seemed to interest her a little more "Up the ass?"
She nodded her head enthusiastically. "We don't have anything to grease up my dick."
"I don't care how we do it," she said in that bitch in heat voice. "Let's just do it."
"Jesus, okay."
He slid his butt down her belly until they were lying face to face. Her hands were on his cock immediately, stroking and caressing it so that he wanted to cum so bad that it felt like he never would.
She was an expert at taking you right to the edge, then keeping you there. The secret was all that time she'd spent practicing with her little brother.
There wasn't going to be any of that spurting stuff when he came. It was going to be like a fire hose.
CHAPTER ONE
Lake wood.
Perhaps you've heard of it. Party capital of the world? One of the richest suburbs in the United States?
But you say, no, you haven't heard of it?
Well, it's the kind of place where teenagers get the kind of cars on their sixteenth birthday that other people can only afford after a lifetime of hard work.
They get state of the art stereos when they get to junior high.
And since Lakewood, as you might imagine, is a land of lakes they're driving motorboats across the lakes at breakneck speeds before they're out of elementary school.
If you don't go to Charles Wright Academy during junior high and high school, you might as well drop out and go to work at a hamburger stand.
If your parents aren't in the Country Club, entertain no dreams of social success.
Still, I rush to say, none of those things are a guarantee of happiness.
Take, for instance, the case of June Mason. She had all of those things and more. Yet, she was not happy.
In fact, right now at this particular moment, she's about as unhappy as a sixteen year old girl can be.
A mere four hours ago, things were different. She'd been about as happy as you might expect a girl to be who was going out on a date with the young man who was sure to be the starting quarterback for Charles Wright and very-likely to be the team captain.
In other words, she had been extremely happy.
They were going to eat dinner downtown at a place which was on the bay. It was a place known up and down the west coast for its fantastic seafood entrees. She'd been ready a half hour before he got there. When he pulled up in his father's forty thousand dollar imported sports car, she hadn't even given him time to get out of the car and say hello to her parents.
She hadn't wanted to share him with anyone, both because her time with him was so valuable, and because she was so horny. You see, June had everything that every other girl in Lakewood had and then some. Then some was horniness.
She loved to fuck. She'd fuck anybody, especially if they were an athlete.
However, it was not just because she liked to fuck. Now, don't get me wrong: June didn't just "Like" to fuck.
She was insanely, compulsively, ecstatically, and wildly in love with fucking.
She was also a little overweight. As a matter-of-fact, June was fat, and there were no two ways about it. If she hadn't liked to fuck as much as she did, nobody in the world, or at least nobody in Lakewood, would have even given a second thought to the idea of going out with her.
However, June liked nothing better than to fuck. The result was that she probably went out on more dates than about anybody she knew.
Bobby Williams, tor instance, had been trying to get a date with her for several weeks.
Just because you're going to be the varsity quarterback at Charles Wright doesn't mean you don't get horny. Not hardly. Not by a long shot. In fact, all the exercise combined with youthful hormones makes you about as horny as you can get.
So, all in all, we have on our hands two very horny people.
The driveway to June Mason's house was very long. They could hardly even wait to start making out before they got to the road. However, both of them were well-bred. They managed to keep their animal, instincts in control for the entire thirty seconds it took to reach the road.
On the road, they made up for the lost time.
"I've been looking forward to seeing you for two weeks." Bobby said. "It seems like it's been forever." He put his hand on her well tanned smooth plump knee.
It felt like her flesh was on fire.
"I've wanted to go out with you ever since last year in that game where you threw the interception and then tackled the man who caught it and ran his fumble back for a touchdown."
She put her hand on his and intertwined their fingers.
"Well," he said modestly, "That was only a junior varsity game."
"Well, next year you're going to be the starter. And I'll tell you something Bobby Williams, there isn't a girl who was at that game or even one who just heard about it, that wouldn't do about anything to be with you."
She stared into his eyes with the intensity of a teenage lover. Then she reached over and kissed him tenderly on the cheek.
"You mean that?" he asked. She pulled his hand up her thigh for an answer.
He could feel her springy muff underneath her little silky white panties.
His cock got hard.
She leaned her head on his shoulder. With her free arm, she reached across and began to rub the bulge in his pants.
He was breathing very hard and he could feel that the sexual passion was beginning to fog his mind. Yet his social instincts steered him straight and true.
Instead of turning right and taking the most direct route to the place they were going to eat, he drove straight.
"You missed the turn, silly," June said. Her pudgy little face looked up at him with an expression of total devotion. Her hand pressed against his throbbing cock.
"What's the hurry?" he asked. "This way is a lot prettier."
The truth was that he did not want to drive by the Dairy Queen. Lots of students from Charles Wright hung out there. Being seen with June Mason on his arm would have done serious damage to his reputation. Beautiful girls who were popular even though they wouldn't put out would avoid him like the plague. The guys would rib him without mercy.
It wasn't because June was any less polished than anyone else. It wasn't because they were any smarter, either.
It was because she was somewhat . ... .overweight.
Still, once you're in a nice tight pussy, it doesn't matter quite so much if the body it's in is a little ... plump.
Still, there was a big difference between fucking somebody and socializing with them on equal terms. What Bobby wanted was to get in and out of June's pants as fast as he could, then get rid of Bill McMorris was having a party down at the beach later on. Everyone was going, everyone in the 'in' crowd was going to be there. There would be lots of beer and at around eleven, they'd be able to see the Wolfhardt's fireworks display. It was a yearly tradition and promised to be an incredible display of pyrotechnics.
"Hey," Bobby asked as if it were a sudden inspiration. "Have you seen the Smith's new beach place?"
"No," she said with a wide eyed expression. "Is it nice."
"Yeah, it's pretty nice. I have the key. They're paying me to paint it. Want to see it."
"Yes." There's the driveway."
They turned down it and parked. Beach place is a somewhat misleading word. The place looked like a small villa. Mrs. Smith favored the color pink, and that was the new color which Bobby had half painted the place. It was surrounded by a big patio covered with a blue awning.
"Hey, they could have some nice parties in here," chirped June. "So can we."
They were out of the car. Bobby wrapped his strong quarterback arms around her plump little waist and pulled her body close to him. Their warm groins rubbed against each other as they kissed.
His tongue was fresh and eager. It explored the inside of her mouth like a puppy that's been cooped up inside all day and then runs around the yard.
She loved the way his rock hard dick nuzzled up against her pubic hairs.
She wanted to give herself to him. What could be better than to have his studly hard cock cruising away inside her tender cunt?
Nothing, as far as she was concerned. She put her head on his chest and pushed up against him with her gigantic boobs.
He loved the warm fluid feeling of those huge knockers. It almost made him drool to imagine what it would be like to get one of those honeys in his mouth and suck it.
But don't rush it, he thought to himself. She's hooked and on the line. Now is not the time to let her slip away.
Small chance that he would lose her. That he knew. Still, it was best not count your chickens before they hatched.
"Come on. I'll show you what it looks like inside."
"I bet it's fantastic."
As they walked, he let his hand drop down to her big full butt. He liked the way it felt when she walked.
Her dress was really light weight. He could feel the line where her underpants began and ended underneath the red dress which was covered with white polka dots.
Their feet crunched in the gravel as they walked. He looked down at her white high heeled sandals and thought how nice they looked against her dark tanned flesh.
He wondered if she would keep them on while he fucked her. The way things were going so far, he was pretty sure she would, if he asked her.
A big 'if!
He'd always wanted a blow job and maybe she'd even do that, if he asked her.
They didn't really waste much time on a tour of the elegantly furnished place.
The rug on the hardwood floor in front of couch was very thick and soft.
"Here," he said, "Sit down on the rug. I'll mix us a drink." He'd been reading books on mixing drinks.
"Are you sure we won't get in trouble?"
"Nah, they went to New Zealand for vacation. Won't be back for two weeks. What do you want."
"Rum and cock," she said.
"What?"
Ah, sweet youth. Both of them blushed. "Rum and coke."
"Coming right up."
She sat on the soft rug and waited. Outside, the sinking sun's rays skipped across the silver water and blasted into the room. June toyed with one of the straps of her sandals and thought of how wet her pussy felt.
It was funny to her the way boys always wanted to have a few drinks first.
She accepted it with the same equanimity with which she accepted penny loafers, Brooks Brother's ties and plaid pants.
Things were just like that, and if they wanted a drink, okay.
When he brought the drinks back and sat down beside her, she lay down and put her head in his lap. Off to the side there, she could see the bulge in his pants about two inches away.
She said, "It's really peaceful here."
"Yeah, it feels kind of," he searched for words. "Kind of special."
"Yeah." She put her drink down and reached up to strip. It was a move that demanded the flexibility of an Indian yogi, but he was up to it.
As they kissed, he ran his hand up smooth fat thigh, then slipped his fingers into her little panty, and from there, into her soaking wet pussy.
It was like a greenhouse in there. He could almost hear her cunt slosh as he worked his fingers in and out.
It made her kisses get really hot. Her tongue was like a fire hose that had gotten away and was snaking and writhing across the ground. Every time it pushed against his own tongue, he could feel a sweet rush of horniness run down his spine and get in line with all the other thrills that were there waiting to blast out when he came.
She rubbed her thick little fingers across his face and felt the first traces of his beard. Then she pushed his face away with her hands and turned her head to gnaw on his hard dick with her perfect white teeth through his pants.
It was hot!
Real hot!
It made him feel like he was throwing a touchdown pass in slow motion.
He lay backwards, pulling her up to him. Unbuttoning the front of her frilly dress, he pulled it open and there ... there was the mother lode.
Two of the biggest, most gorgeous pair of knockers in all of Lakewood. They was a little shiny pink satin bra covering them, but he did away with that in short order.
They were like mountains. You could get lost in them and wander around for days.
Dark tan near the base, they were white as snow underneath her tan line. The nipples were bright red and erect. Their bases were a perfect circle.
"Lord!" he said.
"Big aren't they?" she asked proudly. "And they're all yours, so get sucking."
"Can do." He felt like a kid in a candy store as he cupped one in the palm of one hand and put the other into his eager mouth.
Now, these were toys! So soft and warm and bouncy. So big and round and inviting.
He caressed her hard red nipples with his hot wet tongue. Then he buried his face in them. The saliva made them shine.
As he played with her humongous tits, she stroked his cock with her fat fingers. It felt damn fine, and he peppered her face with sloppy hot kisses.
She didn't mind. Every time he ran his slippery tongue over her tits, it sent a message of pure pleasure to her quivering, pussy.
Small orgasms shook her body. They might not have made it to the Richter Scale, but they sure made her feel good.
His hand was still in her juicy box. He slid it in and out. It made him feel like he was finger-painting.
"Sit up," he said. When she did, he pulled her dress off over her head. Then he slid off her underpants so that she was naked except for her high heeled sandals.
Her body was almost black, except where her swimsuit had left bright white skin. She lived on one of the lakes, so she spent lots of time on the dock. She wore a very skimpy little suit when she was tanning at her parents. The one she wore at the country club was much different. It was just a very conservative black one piece that helped disguise her ... plumpness.
She looked at him with a wild look that almost scared him. Her eyes look hot. Putting her hands under her major momma knockers, she grinned and asked "Which one do you want?" He could have sworn she hissed at him like a cat.
"I want this one," he said and pulled her chubby little body to him.
She wriggled away. "Nope, you can't have 'em."
"C'mon, June. Don't be a tease."
Her eyes kept that feverish look. "Because I want this."
She reached down and took his cock in her hands, jerking it off for a few moments, before she went down on it.
Sucking his member made her feel like a bitch in heat. She wanted to see him writhing on the floor and hear him moan with pleasure.
She wanted to see his jiz explode out of his cock like a roman candle. It was, after all, the Forth of July. Better yet, she wanted to feel it splatter against the back of her throat. He had a nice big cock, and that made it more fun.
He put one arm over her face, and with his other, free hand, stroked her incredibly soft thick blonde hair.
She could feel his jiz starting to bubble and boil inside his spongy balls as she cradled them with her hands. They were bouncy, and, she thought to herself at the time, full of love.
"Are you going to lick my cunt?" she asked, half mumbling since his twitching member was still in her mouth. She'd had enough experience with boys to know they sometimes forgot about how good a nice fuck made her feel.
He didn't really want to do that. Quickly calculating all the pros and cons, he decided to forego coming in her mouth. She was naked except for her high heel sandals, and he decided to settle for that.
"Let's just fuck," he said.
"Alright!" she said, "Let me take off my pants."
"Why don't you take off all your clothes? Don't you think it feels good to touch when you're naked?"
"Yeah, I like that." He stood up and quickly took off his clothes. When he was done, his cock jutted out from his hard body like a tank's cannon barrel. It turned and pointed at June as he bent back down.
She lay sprawled out on her back with her huge boomers pointing into the air and her chubby legs spread.
As he lowered his body onto hers she said, "Bobby, I really like you a lot."
"I like you, too, June," he said, sneaking a look at his wrist watch. It was still very early and it occurred to him that he might be able to get out of this without even having to spring for dinner.
One thing you had to give was that when she got hot, she got hot.
Her eyes were devoid of any intelligence. All was hot desire. The tart strong smell of her juicy cunt filled his nostrils as he slid his cock into her warm slippery cunt.
He wanted to come so bad. He wanted to fucking burst.
She pushed her flabby hips up against his smooth flat groin. He thought to himself that she was sort of strong down there.
When she started to grind it out, he wanted to just fall on her and sob, but as the next varsity quarterback, he could not even think of it and just had to grit his teeth and start driving his cock in and out of her hot cunt. it felt so good he could hardly stand it and looking at her bite her lip and the glazed expression in her eyes just made him feel even hornier.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she panted. "I am! I am," he said.
"Harder," she hissed. It seemed like sparks came from her eyes.
He did it harder. Their bodies were so covered with sweat that he almost slid off her with the effort he was putting into driving his cock home inside her dark pussy.
When she started to cum it scared him. Her body was shaking as if someone were running volts of electricity through it.. "Are you alright?" he asked. If the truth be known, June was the first girl he'd ever fucked that actually came. It was due less to his ability as a lover than the incredible pleasure she got from sex. Bobby was young and green.
"Are you alright?" he repeated.
"Yes!" she panted, her voice a mixture of impatience, good humor and pure pleasure. "Don't stop."
He started up again. This was something he was going to have to ask the guys about. He wasn't sure he wanted to have sex with her if she was going to start shaking and vibrating like this.
Still, as they said, a pussy was a pussy.
He started stroking her cunt with everything he had, telling himself I'm going to fucking start a fire with how hard I do it.
He was still pumping when she stopped shaking and wrapped her arms around him so tight he could hardly breathe. Laughing and kissing him, she said, "That was good, that was good!"
He didn't know how darn good until the first bursts of his own white cum started to whitewash the inside of her pussy. He could feel his cock pumping the stuff out and it was very good. The feeling of pleasure seemed to explode m his brain. It felt like even his eyeballs were coming. Coming and coming.
Spurt after spurt of jiz shooting down his hard cock buried deep in her cunt so that he wanted to cry out, but even during this moment of incredible personal pleasure, he could not forget that he was going to be the star. She lay there full of love for him and holding him tight in her fleshy arms as his butt worked up and down, pumping out every last drop of jiz.
Then it was over and he collapsed on her.
She let him lay there without saying anything, knowing that just as they liked to have a drink or two first, they tended to take a short nap afterwards.
She didn't mind. It gave her time to think and watch the final traces of physical pleasure fade from her awareness.
This was going to be the best Forth of July in her life. After a fantastic dinner, they would go to Bill McMorris' party. She'd be the envy of every girl there. The McMorris' only lived a few houses down from her own. After the fireworks, maybe she and Bobby could walk back to her house along the beach, then fuck again on the Mason's lower lawn. It was a warm night.
The best part of it was that she really liked Bobby. Part of the reason she'd looked forward to going out with him was that he was so popular. It had turned out he even had a nice personality, too.
Without warning, he suddenly rolled off her, and onto his back. It left an empty feeling in her when he pulled out his semi-hard cock so fast.
Lying on his back, he clutched his stomach. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Oh, my stomach. I've got to get home."
"I'll go see if there's any aspirin here."
"No, don't bother. It won't do any good."
"How do you know that."
"When I was little, I had a bunch of operations. Some of the tissues grew together from when they sewed me up. Now, every so often they tear apart."
"Do you need to go to the hospital."
"No, it's good they tear apart. It's just that it hurts. Nothing else but it really hurts. I'm really sorry, June, but I've got to go."
"No, no," she said. "Don't apologize. Here let me help you get dressed."
"Ooooooh!"
"What can I do to help?"
"Nothing. I just got to get home." After they got him dressed, they walked out to the car. He was doubled over, and clutching his stomach.
At her house he looked downcast and said, "I'm really sorry, June. I mean I feel like a real loser."
"Don't apologize," she said. "Just get better."
"Thanks."
Still doubled over, he put the car in gear and drove off. She watched him go, and with him went her perfect day. She didn't hold it against him. Even though she was only sixteen, she was old enough to know that things never quite worked out the way you expected.
Turning, she went inside. She didn't even think of going to the party without
Bobby. Even though they almost lived next door, it was a different crowd.
At around eleven o'clock, she went down to the dock with her mom and dad to watch the Wolfhardt's fireworks. She could hear the sounds from the party which she was missing. They traveled across the water and were as plain as day. It made her feel sad. It just wasn't the same, being with your mom and dad when there was a party next door. Still, they were understanding about what had happened. Her mom had made some cookies to cheer her up. And then suddenly from across the water, she heard his voice as clear as a bell.
"I told her it was from a bunch of old operations."
A bunch of guys laughed, and someone asked, "She bought that?"
"Hey, she bought it and took it home with her."
"Was it a good fuck?"
"Yeah," he said, sounding sort of puzzled. "But she started flopping and shaking all over the place. It sort of scared me."
"Weird," said someone.
June burst silently into tears and without a word, ran back up to the house.
"What's wrong with her?" asked June's father of her mother. "Oh, I don't know. This is just a very difficult time in which to be a young person, I guess."
They'd been talking amongst themselves about the lawn, and hadn't heard the conversation between Bobby and his friends at Bill's party drifting across the water.
CHAPTER TWO
In her room that night when she heard Bobby Williams talking about her across the water, she had sworn never to go out on another date. And to give her credit, she stayed to her resolution for several days. That's a long time for a girl of her age who liked to fuck.
The truth of the matter was that June was a lot less concerned with who she went out with than she was with getting laid. Social status meant something to her only in the sense that it was something which was important to other people. She wasn't an outcast or a loner, and so she wanted to be like others. That meant she had to jockey a little bit for social status among her peers.
Fucking was MEANINGFUL to her.
She thought about fucking night and dav. She wanted to fuck Mr. Daniels who owned the local drugstore. She would have loved to fuck one of the sales clerks at the fashionable boutique nearby.
And in turn, all of them were willing to fuck her. It's just that they wouldn't do much else. Sometimes one of them would take her to a second run movie that was clear on the other side of town.
And not only would they not take her out in public, but they usually wanted her to do things that she didn't think other girls would do.
Mr. Daniels wanted to spank her. The clerk at the fashionable boutique had asked if he could fuck her in the ass. Of course, she had agreed.
It was just that afterwards it seemed like they didn't want to have much to do with her. Her girlfriend Mary said it was because men didn't like women who liked fucking. She said it scared them.
June did not agree. From what she'd seen, men really liked women who liked to fuck. It was just that they didn't like to do much else with them.
June figured that she'd sooner fuck than go to the dance or on a picnic, but still, she wondered why a woman in these enlightened times could not have both.
She refused to consider the idea that men might not want to be seen with her because of her weight problem. Deep down, she was afraid that if she lost weight, her tits would get small.
Then what would happen?
Not only would men not take her places, they wouldn't even fuck her.
As it was she got to go out a few times with almost every football player. True they were never seen in public, but she spent enough time with them to tell her girlfriends what the "guys" were really like.
The only guy who didn't seem to mind being seen with her in public was Robert Manchester. He was a hood, even though his parents were really rich.
At first, it was a real turn around, because she hadn't wanted to be seen with him.
After awhile though, they started seeing each other on a fairly regular basis. She decided to overlook his anti-social tendencies, mainly for one big reason. He was a hell of fuck.
He knew things about her own body that she didn't even know. His collection of sex how-to books was even bigger than his collection of books about motorcycles. , On their first date, he took her on a motorcycle ride. They rode the ferry to Vashon Island and then rode around on the back country roads.
It was sort of surprising, but for a hood, he knew a lot about the names of different flowers and trees, also local history.
By the time they pulled in to the spot he'd picked out for their picnic, her cunt was good and lubricated. The vibrations from his big old Harley were very nice, very hot, very sexy, very, very nice. The vantage point he had picked out was on a bluff that overlooked the bay. He told her that Captain Vancouver had camped out here. He was the first explorer there.
He told her that the crew of Vancouver's ship had battled with Indians on this very spot. It was a lie, but she didn't question his story. It was too good.
"It's strange," she said after they had eaten their sandwiches and were on their second bottle of wine. "You know about so many different things."
"You mean because I'm sort of a hood."
"Yeah."
He shrugged his shoulder. "I'm less of a hood than a misfit. In most ways I'm like everybody else." For proof, he stuck his hand inside her shirt and started playing with the nipples on her huge big ones.
She didn't say anything and they just lay there for a few minutes drinking wine and watching the big fluffy clouds float by. He was wearing a black leather jacket over his white T-shirt and she could smell the leather. It made her horniness get a certain extra edge to it.
He was wondering if he could get her to let him fuck her while she bent over the seat of his motorcycle. He'd tried to get about every slut in Lakewood to do it. In fact, he'd even gotten a few to agree but then they always started crying after they stripped.
He didn't really know June that well, but he'd heard lots of stories about her, especially from the football players. He supplemented his allowance by dealing marijuana.
"Isn't it great to ride a motorcycle?" he asked. June was not the first girl to end up with a wet pussy because of the machine's vibrations.
"Yeah, I like the way it vibrates."
"Lots of girls like the way it vibrates." He said that so she would know he knew what she was talking about.
"You mean because it's sort of ... sexy?"
He rolled over so that he was on top of her and said, "Yep."
She put down her wine and blinked her eyes, just waiting for him to get serious.
"You have great tits."
"I know." A little bit drunk, she giggled and said, "They're my pride and joy."
"It makes me feel good to ride my bike with a pair of tits like this in back." Shaking them, he watched them slowly strip jiggling. She wasn't even wearing a bra.
"Lift up your butt so that I can slide your pants off you, momma."
"Momma?" she said. "I'm not your momma."
Meanwhile, she lifted her fat ass off the red and white plastic picnic blanket.
When he was done, she was naked except for her unbuttoned blouse.
"You want to walk back?"
"Not really."
"Then for now, you're my momma." It was important to him that she be that. It's not easy to pretend like you're a hood when you live in a huge house with servants, but Robert had an active and demanding imagination. If he was paying her the honor of driving around on his bike, she could darn well say she was his momma.
June thought of Mr. Daniels wanting to spank her, and the clerk from the fashionable boutique who wanted to fuck her up the ass. She'd gone along with hem, might as well go along with Robert. "Okay," she said.
"That's a good girl. Let me show you what I do for good girls." He reached into her pussy with his fingers and played with her clitoris.
"Oh," she said. "Oh, oh, oh."
"That's your clitoris."
Teasing him she said, "Where is that again?"
"Right here." He ran his finger back and forth over it lightly.
"You mean there's a spot where you can make me feel that way anytime."
"Hey," he said. "It's your body. You should find out about it."
"That's what I'm doing. Show me something else."
"Okay." He slid down between her thighs and started licking her clitoris with his wide wet tongue. Her sweet little cunt contracted and expanded with pleasure. His cock was hard as a baseball bat.
She'd never been eaten out by someone who really knew what they were doing. Robert had been taught the summer before by an expensive prostitute in Paris that his father had hired for him.
Her clitoris screamed to be licked some more, but he let the tension grow, in the meantime thrusting his tongue in and out of her cunt. Damn, it was sexy and hot! The prostitute had explained to him that the first couple of inches were far and away the most sensitive.
And June was a very sensitive girl. It felt so sweet and good. She couldn't keep herself from moaning. Her fleshy stomach rolled with delight.
Robert kissed the soft delicate lips of her vagina. He loved them with his own lips, caressed them with his tongue.
She lost track of time. The only thing which was real was his beautiful soft tongue, licking and thrusting at her wet quim.
When his tongue finally danced back over to her clitoris, she started to pant with pleasure. This was better than anything she'd ever felt. Her other lovers had just been amateurs. He liked the way her cunt tasted. It was so tart and yet, so sweet. He wanted to just lick his way right to her heart.
What she especially liked about Robert was that he didn't seem to be in any hurry. Most of the other people she fucked with just kissed her a little, then stuck their cocks inside her and came. After that it was back home in time to catch the tv shows that came on at 10 p.m.
By now Robert's pants were down around his ankles. He still had on his white T-shirt and black leather jacket. She couldn't help thinking to herself that he had a scrawny little pale body. It didn't even have a butt.
But, who needed a butt with a tongue like that. She felt as if her pussy juices were going to come sloshing out of her any minute. Her insides were slippery like ice and a hell of a lot hotter.
She heard him say something.
"What?" she said.
"Now, you're my motorcycle momma, right?" he repeated. He seemed to be out of breath.
"Yes," she said. "I am."
"That means you have to be initiated."
Uh, oh.
"Can we do it later?"
"No, I'm going to fuck you while you bend over the seat of my motorcycle, and we're going to do it right now."
There was a pause that seemed to last a million years for Robert. He'd taken the bold approach but that by no means meant he was confident she'd do it.
She nodded her head. "Okay."
"Let's do it now. I'll eat you out some more later."
"Thanks," she said sincerely, and heaved her tubby body up to its feet.
He pulled up his pants so that he could walk and followed her to the big black and chrome bike.
"Front or back?"
"Front. Get all the way over it so that your ass is in the air." In order to do that, she had to get her head down by the muffler. The bike smelled of hot parts and oil. He kept it so well polished that you almost couldn't look at it on a bright day.
"God, you have a nice big ass." He spread her fat butt's plump cheeks with his hands. Even then, there was so much flesh that he really had to work his cock in before he finally felt the warmth of her hot pussy against the top of his cock.
She was a real whale, he thought to himself. In any case, it was okay. All the real bikers had fat mommas. He'd never felt such hot flesh. He bet that from a distance her slippery little pussy would give off heat waves.
Once he got his thick dick into her steamy pussy, he began to fuck her. His pants were down around his motorcycle boots and he still had taken off his shirt or jacket.
For about thirty seconds the only sound was the crucifix rattling on the chain around his neck. Then June began to moan.
Lucky her flesh was so tan, thought Robert, or otherwise you'd end up seeing how the fat was all folded and crinkly.
If it was up to him, he didn't really like fat girls, he thought as his cock thrust in and out of her. Usually, they were sort of pathetic. They'd do anything for some attention.
"Oooooooooh," said June. All the blood was rushing to her head, but aside from that she wanted as much as Robert had to give.
The seat of the motorcycle felt soft and comfortable against her belly. The view of tire spokes and mufflers wasn't so good, but she figured that must be part of becoming a woman, and on the other hand, his cock was very, very good.
Maybe she would have to go out with more hoods in the future. As he fucked her she wondered if she was going to start getting all sorts of calls from hoods like when she'd started getting all sorts of calls from football players.
How many times did their women get initiated?
When she started coming, it almost knocked over his bike. She was like an epileptic hippo when she came. Her flesh quivered and she made a braying sound that seemed to come from deep inside her.
It was good for Robert, too. His cock spewed out jiz like confetti at a New Year's party. He arched his back, looked at the blue sky and let that pleasure just stream out. It was almost over and then he thought to himself, "She's full of my jelly," and it started pumping again.
For a moment, nobody moved and it was a strange picture; the heavy girl draped over the black and chrome Harley with the young man who had his pants down around his ankles pressed up against her butt. In the background was nothing but blue sky and clouds. Way off, the ocean sparkled.
When it was all said and done, June got off on being fucked when she lay across the motorcycle. When the fall and winter came, they couldn't go out on the bike so much because of how much it rains in Lakewood during those seasons, so they did it in his parents garage.
She owed him a lot, too for filling her in about having a clitoris. The orgasmic peaks of a few months ago became just everyday good sex for her.
For better or for worse, Robert didn't have any friends who were hoods, so the phone calls didn't pour in. Her parents were sort of worried about her spending so much time with someone who wore sunglasses at night, but they had enough confidence in her to trust her judgment.
What screwed it all up was when Robert got caught vandalizing the video games down at the Dairy Queen. His dad made him get a haircut and sell his bike, then sent Robert off to some military prep school on the east coast.
She would always remember him as the one who liked her fleshy body for what it was, and not just because she had a generous cunt. It wasn't true, since the only reason he liked her was that she would lay across his motorcycle while he fucked her.
On the side, he had gone out with many different women, but he'd done a good job of keeping it from her. She never knew, and that was merciful because nobody else did nearly as good a job of hiding that she had been relegated to the role of well known slut.
She went out once or twice with almost every guy at Charles Wright.
Lots of things began to add up, too. The way they treated her wasn't just because she was a girl and they were guys. It was because they didn't respect her at all.
What made it worse was that she did not fuck them just to go out with them. She fucked them because she loved to fuck. In return, they treated her like a cheap whore who didn't have any feelings that were worth bothering about.
She began to feel a sense of defeat. When
Lester Wood asked her to the cotillion, she almost didn't go. In fact she wouldn't have if he hadn't sent a box of her favorite sweets to her a couple of days before asking.
Now, don't get the wrong idea. He hadn't done it because he was so fond of her. He'd done it to make up for their last date. He'd fucked her in his car in the school parking lot during lunch. Supposedly, they were going to go up to the mountains afterwards, but then he remembered he had a math test right after lunch and couldn't go.
The other guys on the team had said to him that she'd probably go to the cotillion if he sent her some kind of present, and since he needed a good fuck, he'd sprung for the candy. Don't think he didn't feel it either. He didn't know anybody else who'd spent money on a date with June and once the word got around, he took an awful ribbing.
The worst of it was that he was going to have to spend time with her in public, but based on the stories of older brothers and sisters, the ballroom was darkly lit.
With any luck, he'd be able to find some nice quiet dark spot and stick it to the plump little slut before the dance broke up and everybody went off to the various private parties. June, however, was starting to wise up. She'd been horny enough times by now to know that in many cases, the longer you waited, the better it felt.
That didn't mean she'd ever been out on a date later than ten thirty. It did mean that the guys were having to heat her up a little before she put out. Usually that didn't amount to much more that kissing her for awhile and then spending a little time sucking on each tit. By then there were usually stains on the car seat from her hot and humid pussy.
And to tell you the truth, nobody really minded kissing her passionate mouth or sucking on her mountainous boobs. Sucking on her boobs was especially fun and oh-so-seeexy and a person who had done it was said to have, "visited the mountain state," so named obviously because her big ones.
What Lester didn't know was that June had been reading a series of books on eastern religion. She had become intrigued with the idea of self-discipline and in order to test herself, she had sworn not to put out before midnight, no matter how much she wanted to.
Lester's work was cut out for him. Success would bring him peaks of sexual ecstasy. Failure would create the possibility of having to take her to one of the private parties after the dance.
June's parents were especially happy that she was going out with Lester. Even though they had allowed her to make her own decisions about Robert, his sudden departure for military school had let them breathe easier.
They were especially enthusiastic about Lester because his father worked for the same company as did June's father.
As usual in Lakewood at around Christmas, it was a wet and blustering night on the evening of the ball.
Still, Lester didn't wear a raincoat. He was too proud of the way he looked in his dapper tuxedo. It made him feel sophisticated and urbane, like James Bond.
June wore a long blue gown and one of her mother's fur coats, along with a very expensive set of diamond earrings. She looked so mature that Lester couldn't help thinking she almost looked damn good. If only she didn't have that double chin and beady piggish eyes, she'd almost have been a fox.
Luckily, a lot of the extra weight she carried was bulging smack dab out of the middle of her chest. Tonight, Lester hoped to suck tit.
"Good night, Lester. Take good care of her." said Mrs. Mason, standing underneath the front porch light with her arms crossed. She felt sort of sad. June was her youngest daughter. Next year, like her older sisters before, she'd come out. Then she'd go off to college. The only one left would be Sammy, June's younger brother.
All of her other daughters had been popular. She loved her children no matter what, but popularity was an important thing to Mrs. Mason. It was the popular ones who got to pick and choose between the eligible young men.
None of her other daughters had been so plump, but Mrs. Mason had gone through an overweight phase when she was younger. She hoped that's all it was with June.
Lester lost no time. Once they were in the car, he put his arm around June and pulled her close. Her pussy was wet before they were down the driveway.
"Be strong," she thought to herself. "Others have sacrificed their lives in the pursuit of spiritual knowledge. Hold out until midnight. Then you can fuck with everything you've got. Until then be strong."
"I've been reading books on eastern religion," she said, easing his arm off her shoulders. It immediately went to her upper thigh. She thanked her karma that she was wearing a long dress.
"You're not getting religious are you?" Lester asked, trying to keep the alarm he felt out of his voice.
"No, in the east, it's different from the west."
"Ah ... You're getting into Tantric Yoga?" That would be a dream come true. In Tantric Yoga, all they did was fuck. He had thought of taking it up himself.
"No, the east takes religion more personally."
Lester could see that his own horniness had made him read the wrong words between the lines, or at the very least, it wasn't as bad as he'd thought.
"You see in the west people just go to church on Sunday and call it religion. In the east they have to meditate and form their own relationship with God."
"I like that," Lester said. It wasn't clear if he was talking about the inside of her thigh or eastern religion, but it was very clear which one was on his mind.
"Hey, have you seen the Smith's new beach house."
"I thought they got one last summer." She sounded sort of sore about it.
"Oh, yeah. It's the same one. I just thought if you hadn't seen it, I've got the key. They're paying me to cut some wood up for their fireplace."
"I've seen it." She slid over towards the door.
Damn, what's going on, he wondered. At the cotillion, they met some of Lester's cronies and their dates. Everybody was drinking out of little flasks that the guys kept on the insides of their dress jackets.
The first order of events was for the girls who were making their social debut to parade down the aisle on the arm of their dad. The only good part of that was when Tracy Spooner's dad stepped on her gown and almost tore it off her body.
Then there was a dinner. After that, the lights went down and the band struck up.
Lester didn't offer to dance with June, who liked to dance almost as much as she liked having sex. Instead he pulled her out onto the stone balcony that like almost everything in Lakewood, overlooked the bay. There he pulled the strap of her gown off her meaty shoulder and tried to get to know the mountains better.
At first she pushed him away, but when she felt the palm of his hand gliding around and around lightly over her nipples, she just sighed, almost collapsing into his arms.
"That's a good girl," he whispered into her ear.
She said, "It feels like some kind of enchanted night. Do you know what I mean?"
"Whenever I'm with you, it feels that way."
She hadn't lumped sweet talk in with one or two drinks and a quick nap afterwards. She still liked it, thought of it as something that boys did.
Turning to face him, she hugged him so that her big breasts one inside the dress, the other outside, pressed against his chest, then thrust her sizzling tongue into his mouth. As they kissed, he held up his wristwatch behind her back to check the time. Ten thirty. Plenty of time.
"Have you seen the pool table they have downstairs?" he asked.
"No." Her eyes had that feverish look. "I'd like to, though."
Groping their way through the dark halls, they found the game room. He had her up on the pool table with her dress up around her waist in no time. "Dick me!" she panted. In just so many words.
"Dick ! " she panted. Nobody ever said that Lester was very bright, but he was smart enough to know what to do when a girl said that.
He said, "Get on the table," and she did.
Pulling her dress up around her waist, he then slid her little pink satin panties off her thick waist. Her plump thighs and thick calves created the illusion that her feet were tiny.
Neither of them saw the man who was sitting in the shadows at the back of the room in one of the soft overstuffed leather arm chairs. It was Mr. Daniels, who owned the local drugstore. He'd had the pleasure to fuck June on more than once occasion.
That had been several months ago, before he had gotten a contract to make prescriptions up for the Lakewood Women's Correctional Facility. It had given him the connections to trade sexual favors with women who were in prison or who had just been released, in return for drugs.
Tonight, he was one of the adult chaperones at the cotillion. It was a task which the upstanding members of the community shared from year to year.
To Daniels, it was all a bunch of hokum. He didn't like rich kids. He wanted them all to be poor. When they were rich, they thought they owned the world.
Still, they shoplifted from his store just like the poor ones. They put things on their parents' tabs and then the parents never paid. They read the magazines and bent the pages, ripped the covers.
It made him happy when they suffered misfortunes. When Robert got sent back to military school, he'd been so happy that the people who worked for him thought he might be going crazy.
No one really liked him. He didn't really care. As far as he was concerned other people were just idiots who only lived to confirm his opinion of them as idiots. He liked the idea of just sitting and watching Lester fuck June. Ha, ha, the human comedy.
He saw Lester look down the hallway to make sure nobody was coming. Then as June panted, "Hurry, hurry," he watched Lester pull his dress pants off over his shoes.
"Eat me out, Lester. Eat me out."
"Okay, June."
Daniels wouldn't eat out a woman for a million dollars. "Pussy whipped," he thought to himself about Lester, whose cock was so hard that it felt as if it would burst. What he really wanted to do was suck on June's big ones before he screwed her, but if she wanted him to eat her out, okay.
"Hurry, Lester. I'm cold," she said.
"Don't worry, baby. I'll warm you up. Just be patient."
She raised her head from the table and saw that he was starting to rip open a rubber.
"Not yet, Lester."
"I hate to stop, once we get started."
Daniels was having a very difficult time keeping in his laughter.
"I'll put it on for you when it's time." She'd read an article on birth control and it had said the woman could make it part of making love, if she would slip it on over the man's cock when the time was right.
Over the last few months, June had become really big on the idea of hot sex and making love. Even though she was begging to realize that the guys were just fucking her and then taking off, she thought of it as making love. That made it seem more romantic.
"Okay," said Lester, putting the rubber up on the pool table next to June. He was glad to go along with her because it made him mad to make out with a balloon on his cock.
He decided to kiss her a little before eating her out. That way he could get his tongue warmed up. He climbed up on top of June, which was a little like climbing onto an over inflated water bed, except she was so warm.
Brushing her hair from her face, he said, "I like you a lot," and made a serious effort to look into her eyes with great sincerity. She just smiled back with that weird look in her eyes and behind her ears. She might be a pig he thought to himself, but she sure was hot.
As he thrust his strong tongue around inside her eager mouth, she rolled her hips back and forth. It felt to Lester as if he were on a thick air mattress out on the lake, riding some gentle waves.
She put her hands on his bottom and pressed her groin closer to his.
His own hands were between the two of them, cupping her gigantic soft warm breasts.
They made his cock pound with lust.
He moved down to them with his mouth, determined to suck on them in such a way that it worked June into a frenzy of passion. Maybe that way, he could just stick his desperate cock into her hot box without eating her out.
First he worked his tongue around her left nipple. He lapped at the nipple as if it were ice cream, or something sweet. Then he sucked on the giant soft warm thing as if he wanted to draw it all into his mouth.
"Ooooooh," June moaned, running her hands through his hair and starting to roll her big strong hips so hard that she was almost bouncing him up and into the air.
"You've got the biggest knockers," he said. She just smiled automatically. They all told her that she had the biggest knockers.
"Are we going to the party afterwards?"
She felt his body stiffen. "Which party?" he asked.
"Oh, I don't know," she said. "I just thought there would be one."
"I don't know." He lied. "I'll ask around when we get back upstairs."
She squeezed him and said, "Thank you." It made her so happy that she might get to go to a party. She felt grateful.
"Want to fuck me doggy style?"
His eyes widened. "Sure."
"Let's make out some more, then we can do it."
Without further ado, he went to work on her other big breast. When he licked it, June's whole body would shudder with pleasure.
She liked fucking on the pool table. It felt sort of soft, plus it was a welcome change of pace from the back seats of cars.
Her breasts was so bouncy and warm and big. He wished they were as big as a house. He wanted to bounce up and down on them.
As he sucked, June found herself wishing he had two mouths. From there it was not very far to wondering what it would be like to fuck two guys at once.
From fucking two guys at once, it was not long before she remembered Lester's comment when she mentioned the parties after the dance was over.
She turned her head sideways and lay without moving. Lester kept on slobbering over her big knockers for a couple of minutes before he realized she wasn't moving.
"Are you okay?" His worst fear was that she might have had too much to drink. A few months ago, he'd had to get Sally Burton so drunk before she would fuck that she'd ended up getting sick. Most unpleasant.
"I'm okay. It's just that I was thinking about my spiritual development. Do you think we should ... control out animal instincts?"
To Lester, this was a horrifying line of thought. Mr. Daniels leaned forward in his chair. He thought it interesting.
"I don't know, June. Aren't I ... doesn't it feel good?"
"Oh, Lester, it feels so good I could do it forever without stopping, but I wonder if ... there aren't more important things than just feeling good." Lester didn't think there was, however, he was at least smart enough to know it might not be smart to come right out and say it. Otherwise, she'd discount everything else he said.
The closest he'd ever been to church was the mandatory chapel service on Friday mornings at Charles Wright.
All of a sudden it came to him and as the result of it, when he was a parent, he insisted that his children go to Sunday school because he figured they might learn something that would serve them just as well in a time of need.
He licked her tits a little to keep her feeling good. It worked, too, because he felt her hips start to work again.
Then he told her, "It's like this, June. The Bible said that to everything there is a season. There's a time to plant and a time to harvest.
There's a time to be asleep and a time to be awake. Well, it's the same with fucking and eastern religion. Right now, we're together and we're enjoying out bodies. Don't forget that if God hadn't wanted us to enjoy them, he wouldn't have given us cocks ... or pussies. You see what I'm saying? It's like when you're home alone and maybe there's nothing good on tv and you can't get hold of anyone on the telephone, well that's a good time for eastern religion. But right now, it's different. Right now is a good time to fuck. See what I mean?" He licked her tits again so that she could get a feeling for it, too.
There was a long pause. Finally she said, "Lester, I'm really glad you said that. It makes me feel a lot better."
He brushed her hair tenderly. "That's what boys and girls are all about, June, feeling a lot better."
She reached up and pulled him close so that she could pepper his face with hot kisses. Her hips were going like crazy.
"I'll lick your knockers some more. All you gotta do is think about how good it feels. Okay?"
"Okay, Lester," she said tenderly.
Daniels had to hand it to the boy. He hadn't known Lester was so resourceful. Unless of course he actually thought that shit was true.
That was impossible.
He wished they'd get it over with. All this was making him very horny. He might be able to get one of those ex-offenders on the phone and get a blow job if he could get out of here. As it was, he was trapped.
As he stuffed her nipples and then her boobs into his face, Lester thanked God for mandatory chapel on Fridays. That was where he'd heard that line about there being a time for everything.
June's box was incredibly juicy. Even Daniels got a whiff of her fragrance now and then. She thought he was different. None of the other guys had ever talked about eastern religion with her.
She didn't think it through far enough to realize it was because she'd never brought it up. As far as she was concerned, Lester was the one.
As far as she was concerned, her big ones were his forever.
He slid his tongue down her fleshy belly, and through her dark thatch of pubic hair. The strong smell from her quivering pussy both disgusted and fascinated him.
When you First smelled a cunt, at least to Lester's way of thinking, it seemed like they were going to smell bad. But if you didn't hold your breath or think of a way to get out of it, you ended up realizing that most cunts smelled really good, sort of like milk with a tart taste.
It wasn't so much that the smell was good as much as what the smell did to you. When Lester smelled pussy, his cock would get rock hard and it would sort of vibrate with excitement.
So even though he wasn't really used to eating pussy, once he started in on one, he really enjoyed. With June, his cock wasn't just vibrating. It was thumping.
Robert had told all the football players about women having clits before he got shipped back to military school. So, with his eyes squeezed shut, Lester explored, the soft and tender folds of flesh which made up June's labia. He was always amazed by how light and tender were the lips of a woman's cunt.
Then he dived into the juicy part, running his tongue up and down the first inch or two inside June's cunt. To tell you the truth, he was having a little trouble remembering the exact location of her clitoris.
It didn't matter to June, because as you know, the first few inches of a woman's cunt are the most sensitive. It felt like he was teasing her with a feather.
It felt so good, she almost wanted to cry, but she didn't do that because she was afraid he might not take her to the party if she got any more emotional than she had while talking about fucking and eastern religion.
Instead, she said, "Lester, you're so good."
Daniels was impressed. June had never said anything like that to him.
Inspired by her praise, his brave . tongue began to thrust in and out of her sloppy cunt. It was really wet in there.
As he fucked her with his tongue, June began to play with her own clitoris. Then she started to get really tight all over her body and then to vibrate.
Lester was a little more experienced than many of the other football players and he was used to women having orgasms. It even made him feel sort of proud.
Little pearls of cum were dripping out of his cock onto the pool table. It felt warm and sweet.
When June took her hands away and pressed them to her face because of how good her orgasms felt, Lester moved his tongue up to work on her tender clit. He saw where it was by opening his eyes when she played with herself.
The second he licked it, her thighs tightened up around his head. It felt like he was in a vise. He licked again.
Her body started bouncing up and down like a fish that had just been landed. He sure as hell hoped she didn't break the pool table. Then she started tugging away on his hair.
He figured it was his duty as a many to not complain.
That little nub sure was sensitive. He started licking it as fast as he could and June didn't know what to do with herself. Her head rocked from side to side, she kept locking her ankles and then unlocking them, and one moment her hands would be stroking his head and then the next, she was pulling his hair.
He scooped his tongue into her wet pussy and brought out a little clam juice. Swallowing it, he thought to himself that it tasted good.
"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice somewhat muffled by her muff. "I've been ready since three o'clock this afternoon," she panted. Her struggle with eastern spirituality was over, and she'd lost.
"Roll over." He'd almost said, "You little tuna," but had been lucky enough to catch himself.
"You gotta stick your butt into the air so that I can get my dick in."
She hoisted her meaty flanks up off the table. On his knees, he pressed his horny cock between the cheeks of her sweet aft, probing for her steamy pussy.
When he he found her steamy hot pussy, he grabbed her hips and wiggled the sensitive tip of his cock into her box. Once he was sure that it had penetrated, he drove it in.
That was almost his favorite part, driving his thick shaft down the buttery soft tunnel of her cunt.
Almost, but not quite.
Once he was in, she lowered herself down on the green pool table. Her hefty butt was a perfect cushion for his hips. It gave him some leverage so that he could ram it in and slide it out smoothly and without a lot of huffing and puffing.
It felt very nice for both of them.
She felt full. When his cock slid through her cunt, it sent sensations of pleasure all over her body. It felt like it was pleasure running through her veins and not blood. She liked the weight of his body pressed into her butt, the feeling of him rolling around up there.
The best thing about fucking June, with the possible exception of her giant big boobs, was how much she liked it. You could tell that every part of her body liked to fuck.
Most of Lester's pleasure was concentrated his cock. He could feel the muscles which spewed out the cum limbering up and getting ready to do the good deed.
Ramming it in felt good, too, especially when she was on her belly. It was less like he was having to wheedle her into it, more like she was doing it because he had control over her.
Control or not, it sure felt good. It was like warm butter, the way it felt when his cock snaked along in her cunt. You couldn't find a better way to feel.
YOWEEE!
His fucking cock started to spray her box with little blobs of white jiz. His cock just pumped and pumped. He could feel the jelly as it left his cock and splattered against the soft walls of her box.
His heart went out with the jiz. Sperms were about the bravest little soldiers there were, always on 24 hour call, waiting for the right moment to blast off into some woman's mouth or cunt.
They did their job and that was that, but sweet Jesus, Lester had about four armies worth of sperm in him and all of it was getting out while the getting was good.
It felt so good he could hardly move and yet his cock kept right on pumping. If the Titanic could have used his cock muscles to pump out the seawater, history would have been rewritten.
The muscles in his cock were pumping like this was it and there wasn't anymore. There was plenty more, but the young football player gave one hundred and ten per cent of himself right down to pumping jiz.
June could feel him jerking around with pleasure. She started to work her big butt in a circular motion so that his pleasure would be greater.
Then she flexed her cunt as tight as she could and slowly milked out the last blobs of cum. He felt as if his cock were being squeezed inside a hot butter roll.
"Yow," he said when it was over. "That was really something."
"It was really good Lester. Someday you're going to make someone a good husband." He'd been starting to fall asleep, but that woke him right up.
"I'd better see about the parties," he said pulling his cock out of her so fast that it made her feel suddenly empty.
"Let's talk," she said. "You can take a little nap if you want."
He shook his head. "I better get up there, June. If there are any parties, everyone is going to be leaving pretty soon."
"Alright," she sighed. She really wanted to go to a party with Lester. She thought he was a good conversationalist, the way he had come up with the idea about everything having a season.
After Lester had gone, Daniels studied June.
She hadn't bothered to pull her gown down, so her big butt jutted out. He thought that she looked like pig that was about to be brought into the main dining room on a big platter.
Finally, he decided it was worth the risk. He stood up and said, "June, I'm totally shocked. I had no idea you were so wanton. Doing what you did on the pool table. It's over a hundred years old."
His voice scared her half to death. Peering out into the darkness, she could see his silhouette, but was unable to make out his features. She didn't even think to pull down her gown.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?"
"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that you are the daughter of one of the most upstanding citizens in Lakewood and that you've just behaved like a slut. Your parents will have to find out."
Upstairs, the rock and roll band was still playing. The youthful members of high society were dancing away on the hardwood floors, slipping and sliding.
All the chaperones were bombed. The kids were bombed, too. And this was just the beginning. There were two parties going on afterwards and one of them had a hot tub.
Lester didn't need to ask anyone where they were, since he already knew.
He just walked around for ten or fifteen minutes, bumming a drink here and there from his friends.
Mr. Daniels took the napkin his drink was on and unfolded it, then punched holes in it for his eyes. Holding it pressed against his forehead with one hand, he walked towards June.
"What do you want?" she said. "I'll scream."
"You won't scream, June. Otherwise I'll have to tell them about.you and Lester."
When he stepped out of the shadows, she thought he looked familiar, but she still could not make out who he was. The white paper napkin covered his face. It looked silly more than it looked sinister.
"I want a blow job." He unzipped his pants. "Otherwise, I'll see that you never get introduced into society. Your father will never walk down the aisle with you at the cotillion like he did with your two sisters. Your mother will be heart-broken.
He was standing at the edge of the table and as he undid his zipper, she realized that Lester had not used the rubber. They'd forgotten about it.
The man's big cock thrust its way out of his tuxedo.
"Come on, honey. It's not as if it's something you've never done before."
She thought of how disappointed her mother would be if she didn't get to go to the deb ball. Swallowing, she closed her eyes and took his veiny cock into her reluctant mouth.
"That's it," he said, and damn did it feel good. Her mouth was hot and tender. She also really knew how to suck.
June just wanted him to cum as fast as he could. She tried to just pull it all out on the first suck. It seemed like an hour passed as his big cock slid in and out of her throat just once.
He grabbed her head and pushed it down on his shaft until she could feel the head pushing against the back of her throat. Just when she started to gag, he let her up.
"Lick it," he said. "Part of growing up is learning to a first class job in whatever you do."
She ran her tongue over the knob of his cock. There was some jiz on the end of it already.
"That's very good," he said. "That's very good indeed."
As she sucked, he took a drink from his mixed drink, pushing aside the napkin in order to pour the alcohol into .Jus mouth. He was glad that he'd gone for June instead of the women from the correctional facility. June was so much more ... fuckable.
Her ears strained for the sounds of Lester's footsteps echoing down the hall, but she knew there was little chance of such an early return. He'd only been gone about two minutes. It took that long to get upstairs.
"Come on, now, June. Put your heart into it."
"I am," she managed to say with his cock still in her mouth. Between the dripping cum and her saliva, it felt sort of warm and slimy, even though it was very, very hard. After a few more strokes, she could feel him starting to cum. His muscles at the base of his cock started working sort of like a turkey swallowing, then she could feel the first bulge swelling up his member as the jiz got ready to explode.
It blasted against the back of her throat like a bunch of BB gun bullets. She swallowed hard so that she could take the rest without gagging.
It was a smart move, too, because there was lots more. You probably could have filled up a drinking cup with his jiz.
Finally at the end of his orgasm, it was just dribbling out it long sticky strings.
"Make sure you suck it all out, June. I don't want any of it going bad in there."
She obliged him with a few more strong sucks and then he stepped back and zipped his pants back up, first setting down his drink, and keeping the napkin over his face.
As he left the room, he gave her bare bottom a pat and said, "That was very good, honey. I think you're going to be the one who makes some man very happy someday. And, don't worry, your secret is safe with me." Then he pulled her beautiful and expensive gown down so that it covered her bottom.
Daniels knew the building well. Instead of going up the main stairs as Lester had done, he went all the way to the end of the dark hall and up some backstairs. Nobody saw him rejoin the party.
After he left June just lay on the table and waited. It hadn't really been that bad. The truth of the matter was that she sort of liked the feel jiz made when it splattered against the back of her throat.
After about ten minutes, Lester had still not come back. She searched around on the floor for her pink satin panties and then put them back on. Then she slid her dress back down all the way and put her shoes back on. She'd wanted to wear some nice sinful garters, but her mother wouldn't let her.
Back upstairs, she found Lester laughing it up with a bunch of the other guys on the football team. When they saw her coming they nudged Lester and then one by one vanished.
She couldn't help but notice the way he looked sorry to see her.
"What happened," she asked. "I kept waiting and then you didn't come back."
She hated herself for taking on the whine that came out when she spoke. That was not the way to get him to take her to any parties.
"Ah, we were just trying to figure out what was going on. Looks like it's going to be a pretty slow night."
That seemed sort of strange to her. Both of her sisters hadn't gotten home before four in the morning when the were debs. Of course, she wasn't going to be a deb until next year. Maybe that was the difference.
"Maybe we just oughta call it an early night," said Lester, looking at his watch. Without waiting for her to answer, he went to the coat closet to get her things.
She could still feel Daniel's cock in her mouth. She got herself a drink of ginger ale to wash it away.
As she watched Lester carry her coat back across the dance floor, she knew that he had betrayed her. She wanted to cry. At the same time, she wanted to fly into a rage.
Time after time, this kept happening to her. What did they want, she wondered. She liked to fuck, and she was glad to fuck, but it seemed like all they wanted to do was fuck, then get rid of her.
She knew from talking with her girlfriends that there weren't that many girls who put out as easily as she did. She should be popular and sought after.
Instead, they took her love for sex and used it against her.
"So, then what happened?" asked June. "Well, a bunch of the football players showed up. Boy were they plowed. Some of them could hardly walk."
"Poor Lester," June said, although she knew it was not going to be a matter of poor Lester by the time her friend May was done with the story. "He didn't know there was anything going on."
"But, June, he was there! You should have seen him. He and a couple of other guys were having chicken fights."
June didn't know what a chicken fight was. May said, "One guy gets on another guys shoulders and then they wrestle with another two guys and try to throw them on the ground."
"So, it's like Lester wasn't very tired."
"I'll tell you June, he was about the most active person there. He was nice though. I mean he would talk to a girl and he wouldn't have his arm grabbing for your breast in a few seconds."
"What's wrong with me, May? Is it because I like to make love?" June really liked the term "make love." She'd picked it up in a sexual manual that she read. "I mean all the books say that love is a beautiful thing and that we shouldn't keep a beautiful thing out of the world."
"I don't think it's so much because you like to make love, June. It's just well ... oh, I don't know."
"Please, tell me, May. Last night was the worst night in my life. I can't even tell you what happened." She took another bite out of the cookie she was munching on.
"Save some for me, will you?" said her little brother as he walked by.
"It's hard to tell someone something like this, June, but, they sort of make fun of you for being ... overweight."
"I AM NOT OVERWEIGHT!" June screamed. "YOU TAKE THAT BACK!"
"June, you asked me to tell you. I'm not trying to ... "
"YOU TAKE IT BACK, OR I'LL NEVER SPEAK WITH YOU AGAIN! YOU TAKE THAT BACK!"
"I'm sorry, June. I thought you wanted me to ... "
"YOU GO TO HELL!" June slammed the phone back onto the hook. Tears were streaming down her eyes. It wasn't how a person looked on the outside that was supposed to be important. It was what they were like on the inside.
It was hard for her to face the fact that this was not a perfect world.
For several minutes, she leaned against the wall and ate cookies while she cried. Then, as she faced the facts, a look of understanding slowly spread across her face. She looked at the cookie in her hand and then put it down.
There was a look of determination in her eyes that had not been there before. Maybe it was because she was fat, or maybe it wasn't. There was still only one way to find out. She'd lose the weight.
She'd find out if it was because she was too easy, or too fat.
Watch out world.
CHAPTER FOUR
"June, it's for you!" her mother yelled. This was the second call June had gotten in the last ten minutes.
"Tell them I'm busy," June yelled back.
"You come down here and tell them that yourself."
"Ah, mom. We're supposed to be on the same side."
"We are. Part of growing up is learning to deal with difficult situations."
"This isn't a difficult situation, Mom. I just plain don't want to talk with anyone."
"Well, I don't know what you're up to, June. None of your sisters ever went for four months without going on a date.. It's not normal."
"I told you, Mom," said June as she took the phone from her mother. "No dates until I've lost weight."
"You look fine. You've always looked fine. Boys went out with you before."
June turned away from her Mom without answering. "Hello?" she said. "Oh, hi, June. This is Bobby Williams. Long time no see, girl. How's it going?"
"Fine."
"Say, I've been really feeling bad about what happened last summer."
"When?" she said, pretending not to remember.
"When we were going to go out to dinner and I got sick."
"Oh, you mean on the Fourth of July." She remembered. In fact, she wasn't ever going to forget.
"Yeah, and I was thinking you might want to try again. Hey, did you hear they say we're going to be number one in football this year?"
"I'd like to go, Bobby, but I'm busy."
"Well then some other time then, okay."
"I don't think so." She hung up. It felt good, too. In a way it was sweeter than sex.
She looked at herself in the mirror. She was not yet by any means thin, but there was a marked difference in the way she looked. There should have been, too.
Over the last few months, she'd taken off thirty pounds. Thirty more to go, and then watch out world.
This was the season for dieting and no dates. She had a picture of the Maharishi in her room to remind her. Eat sensibly, and exercise regularly.
Simple to think of, but not so easy to carry out.
Her will had grown strong, she thought looking at herself in the mirror. And judging from the way things looked in the mirror, her payoff was going to be a face and body that were on the other side of fantastic. The good side.
For one thing, her worst fear had not materialized. Her boobs were still huge. They were if anything, bigger because of her increased physical maturity.
However for the last four months no football players had availed themselves of her boobs' immensity. No hoods had pulled up to the front door on big Harleys.
She had sworn to herself, "No dates, until it's all gone."
At first it had been pure hell. Just because she was losing weight did not mean she was losing her sex drive. Far from it.
She had bought herself a vibrator and used it night and day. It just didn't do the job for her. It got so that every nerve in her body wanted to fuck. She could feel it in her teeth she wanted to fuck so bad.
And then one day she was in her bedroom wracked by the desire to snack on some cookies and also to fuck. She had been looking at the picture of the Maharishi on the back of her door and asking him to help her somehow.
She needed guidance. Her spirit was willing, but her flesh was weak.
Suddenly and as usual, without a knock, despite the fact she'd asked him to knock a thousand times, her little brother stepped into the room and said, "Hey, Sis. What's up?"
She had stared at him for almost a minute. It was hard to believe that the Maharishi was answering her prayers, but the evidence was too strong in favor of it.
"Come here," she said.
"Sure, Sis. Hey you want to play a video game or something."
Even June had to admit that he looked like a dork. He was wearing blue jeans and a red and white striped t-shirt. His glasses were very thick and the frames were those old fashioned straight and narrow kind. His hair was in a crew cut.
Still, only the weak try to run from their fate. The weak and those with no sex drive. Pulling up her sweater, she showed him her big ones. They were still covered by her bra, but she took that and slid it her chest.
"Are you nuts?" he asked.
"Put your hands on them."
He jumped off the bed. "Hey, if Mom sees you acting this way, she'll send you to the shrink."
"Come here, Jim. I want you to grab hold of my boobs. I'm going to teach you about sex. When you're older, you'll thank me."
His eyes were bigger than silver dollars, and then as his young cock got hard with the idea of touching the big ones, he stepped towards her and cupped them in his hands.
It felt darned good and in those few short seconds, he matured more than he had in the last year.
"I better close the door," he said. When he came back he climbed on top of her, answering the call of the flesh, his bristly little head buried between her giant breasts. It was perfect timing. He was almost fifteen and girls were beggjning to attract him.
June was going to give him a big head start on his contemporaries.
Over the next few months she used him to satisfy her strong sexual desires. In return, she taught him what she knew of sex, both from books, and from actual experience.
He turned out to be a very eager learner, and if she'd had to rate her lovers, probably one of the best fucks she'd even known.
His specialty was oral sex. She had initiated him into the powerful hidden secrets of the clitoris.
Just knowing about it put him miles ahead of his friends. Knowing what to do with it increased the distance to light years.
As a matter-of-fact, the reason June had not wanted to come down was because she and he were upstairs fucking their little hearts out.
When June got back, Jimmy was still under the covers. They had been going through the positions one by one in a Japanese sex book.
"I don't know, June," he said. "I think you've got to be a gymnast for this one."
"Let me see," she said, slipping out of her clothes. She got in next to him and they lay side by side with their smooth warm bodies touching.
Then Jimmy took the book and shut it. "Hey, we can't skip it just because it's hard."
"Let's do it later." He rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. She arched her back so that the big one hung in his face.
"Hmmmmmm." he said, as he stuck one into his young mouth.
His tongue expertly flicked and licked her nipple hard. She looked down at him with a tender smile that was a tender mixture of sexual pleasure and sibling fondness. During the last few months, she had come to know him in a way that few sisters came to know their brothers. The result had been a new understanding and respect for the person she had hitherto looked upon as an obnoxious nerd.
For his own part, Jim had grown to admire not only his sister's body, but also her creativity and her determination. He knew that many of the things they had tried out were as new to her as they were to him.
He returned her smile with the look of happiness in his eyes. Keeping her big warm breast in her mouth and sucking on it for all he was worth, he brought his leg up between her thighs so that she could settle back and rub her wet hot pussy against the top of his leg.
He had pubic hair, but the rest of his body was almost perfectly smooth.
Leaning down, June thrust her hot tongue into his eager mouth. They kissed each other with a mixture of love and pleasure that can only be known by brothers and sisters.
She could feel her pussy starting to get really hot, and as she rubbed it against Jimmy, it left shiny streaks of juice on his leg. She was really glad Bobby had called her. It had been a pleasure to tell him no.
Jimmy's young but accomplished cock was hard as a diamond and warm as a fire.
She had felt it thrusting in and out of her cunt many times. She'd sucked him off just as many.
Their timing and compatibility was by now almost perfect.
When she rolled her lusty hips and he stroked her with his vibrant cock, you could have used their timing to make music. Every tiling was in unison.
As she slid her pussy up and down his smooth leg, he reached his hand up and put his fingers into her cunt. With his forefinger, he gently caressed her clitoris.
It was dynamite. She couldn't keep herself propped up on her hands any more and she plopped down on top of him. Without speaking, they rolled onto their sides.
He moved on to her other nipple, leaving the first wet and shining and hard.
His fingers worked around inside her boiling cunt. It felt silky and wet and soft.
Every time his skilled fingers played across her clitoris, her body shuddered with pleasure.
"You won't be jealous when I start to go out again," she panted.
"I don't know. You just better go out with the most considerate and coolest guy around. If he isn't good enough for you, I'll get rid of him."
"You're so sweet," she said, kissing his eyes and forehead.
"How's this for sweet?" he asked and then did a diabolically light and smooth stroke, each and every finger playing lightly across her clitoris.
It took her breath away and she gasped.
"I don't know," she said, when she had recovered from the intense pleasure. "I bet you can do better."
"Sure," he said. "I can do better. That doesn't mean anyone else could."
She reached down and stroked his cock with a teasing look on her face. "Guru says that talk is cheap." She was becoming more and more influenced by the Guru's writing. It all seemed to be plain old common sense.
"Maharishi this, Maharishi that," said her little brother.
"I say it, too. Put your money where your mouth is."
"Wouldn't it be better if I put my mouth where your pussy is?'"Now, you're talking."
"And if you put your mouth where my cock is?"
Good old 69. They had found it to be the best all around position. You don't have to take turns in 69.
While he ate her pussy, she sucked on his cock.
As he licked, she thought to herself that it was a shame most pictures of naked men concentrated on showing how big a cock the men had. They should also show what kind of tongue went with it.
Yes, she liked big cocks. They gave her more of what she liked. But mainly, it was a mental thing.
Girls knew that a cock gave them pleasure. That must mean you got more pleasure with more cock, but it wasn't always so. The only pleasure you could count on from a big cock was the pleasure of looking at it. The rest remained to be proved.
Now, you take Jimmy's tongue. It was big and wide. It was long. It was soft. It was very nimble, more like an elephant's trunk than a bunch of taste buds.
It could lick her silly. There had been times when that big tongue of her little brothers had her laughing and crying and coming, all at the same time.
Aside from the talent his tongue had been born with, Jimmy had worked hard to develop its skills.
With diligent practice, he had finally been able to touch the end ot his tounge to the end of his nose. To make it stronger, he hung a grapefruit on a string from his ceiling-Everyday, he would practice pushing the grapefruit with his tongue. He'd reached the point where with just a few pushes from his tongue, he could get that grapefruit swinging back and forth like crazy.
He could get June rolling around like crazy, too. He didn't waste time with her cunt. He didn't lick or kiss her light and tender vagina. He didn't thrust it into her tart and tasty box.
He wasn't the kind of guy who messed around with sideshows.
Jimmy went straight for the clit.
Once he started to lick, it was like he entered a trance. Maybe it would be more accurate to say he became inspired. All his thoughts and problems faded from his mind. The only thing he was aware of was that little nub of flesh, the movement of his tongue, and June's response.
First he liked to lull her with a number of gentle tender licks, gradually increasing the amount of pressure with which his tongue pushed against her clitoris, also raising the speed.
He'd get her moaning and writhing on the bed, and then he'd back off and wait a short time until he sensed that the pleasure had ebbed from her to the point that she was able to think again, and then he would sneak up on her, setting up a gentle rhythm that allowed for some unexpected flurries of licking, and then a return to the expected pace.
He would gradually sneak in more and more elaborations of his pattern until she suddenly found herself on the edge of coming, or even coming.
When she came, he would make his tongue sort of hard and just flick the end of it back and forth across her helpless little clitoris as fast as he could.
If she was only on the edge, he would back off until the pleasure had ebbed, and start in as before.
Jimmy was for the most part a very self-conscious and methodical person. Licking June's clit was the closest he ever came to getting so into doing something that he wasn't thinking about anything other than what he was doing.
For some people it was dancing, and for others it was music, and for others yet there were the martial arts or literature, but for Jimmy, it was licking his sister's clit.
Her legs would tighten and relax around his head. He could feel her breathing speed up and then slow down. Her pelvis would roll. He took it all into account as he licked her, and yet he analyzed nothing.
He loved the tart milky smell of his sister's wet, wet cunt. He liked the way her pubic hairs felt.
He liked it when she began to moan and say his name. He liked it when she tensed her body up as she came, and the way she bounced all over the sheets as the orgasms exploded in her cunt and then rolled out through her hot body.
"So, how's this," he asked, wriggling his tongue across her hard little clitoris.
To June, it felt like some kind of little animal was down there, and by little animal, she did not mean her little brother. It felt like a snake slithering through the grass, or a little soft mouse scurrying here and there.
Privately, she thought of his head and a big cock pressing against her pussy. It was so big that it would only get into her while she was asleep and dreaming.
But in her dream, his big bristly head would force its way up into her cunt.
Then it would start to lick and since it was a dream, every square inch of her big wet pussy was as sensitive as was her clitoris in real life. It would get hotter than a nuclear reactor, then there would be an explosion and she would fly through the air, weaving in and out of buildings and clouds, coming like mad. And even though it was just a dream, she saw it as a tribute to her little brother's fantastic abilities as a licker that such a dream would even occur to her.
As he licked her, Jimmy reached up and put the palms of his hands over her big ones. The nipples pressed against his palm, and he gently rubbed, caressed her tits so that it felt to her as if there were an unbroken field of pleasure that ran between her pussy and her boobs.
For her own part, June was not selfish, definitely not selfish. She liked to give as much as she liked to get. And as you know, she liked to get a lot.
Even though she wanted the magazines with pictures of naked men in them to do a big wide spread of her brother's tongue, she liked his cock enough to think it was beautiful.
She loved how smooth and hard and warm it got. He was young and his jiz was sure. She loved to see the hot spurts of it shoot out into the air and then land with a quiet little splat.
And her little brother's cock was smooth. It could have been carved from wood, then sanded. When she ran her hot hand up and down his hot young member, it felt to her as if his cock were made of warm chrome that pulsated with vitality and energy.
When she sucked on his cock, she would pretend she was a calf and that his big dick was a cow teat. She hadn't had any milk all day, she would tell herself. She needed to get that warm piece of meat all hot and tingly so that it would shoot out the milk.
Milk and cream.
"I am a human vacuum cleaner," she would think to herself, using the techniques of visualization which she had learned from the Maharishi's books. "I am the queen bee of all cocksuckers. My mouth is soft and warm. My tongue is wicked. By the time I'm done sucking, there isn't anything left." In other words, June was good. Just how good, Jimmy had no real way of knowing. After he started dating, it would be his misfortune to be disappointed in the sexual experiences he had. True, he only dated the popular girls and they were in many cases notoriously bad fucks.
So, it's true that it was many years and girls later before he enjoyed sex with another girl as much as he had with his sister, but if you think about it, that was not really a bad thing.
He simply knew what he was looking for. Sure, that meant he had to go through some frustration, but look at what happens to so many other young men.
The cum, it feels good, they think that's all there is to it. They don't know the difference between cuming and CUMING.
Suddenly, about halfway through the life, they begin to wonder if they've been missing anything and the sad truth is that they have. And at that point, it's not as if there's much they can do about it.
So, don't be afraid to set high standards for yourself when it comes to cuming. Maximize your jiz and later on, you'll be glad you did.
Jimmy was. With the help of what he and his sister learned together about fucking, he finally found himself a girl that could really cook when it came to fucking. They were married happily ever after.
The truth of it was that his wife could fuck men so hard that they wanted to just drop, but she still fell short of June.
That's if you're into comparing two women for how well they fuck. It's not the kind of thing to make a habit of, but every so often, it's okay.
But okay was not the word for how it felt when June sucked someone off. Between her creative visualization techniques that she'd learned from the Maharishi's books and her own powerful sexual lusts, it felt as if your cock had been sent to heaven for a timely visit.
Jimmy's cock felt like a rocket ship. It was loaded with fuel, ready to blast off. All it needed was a little more sucking.
But when June sucked, you didn't get just a little more sucking. You got lots and lots more. like her bro, she knew how to keep her lovers on the edge of a cum. By the time you came with her, you had forgotten this country's Puritan heritage. You didn't feel guilty about anything, let alone not giving some little old lady on the bus your seat.
By the time June was done with you, one thing was for sure.
IT WAS THAT YOU DESERVED TO CUM.
YES, DESERVED!
I mean sure, you always DESERVE to cum, but you don't always FEEL like you deserve it.
She knew how to keep you on the edge for so long that you wanted to roar with pleasure. You're up there, all your senses straining waiting for that big wad of jiz to blast out of your still cock, then she backs off. Again and again, until even though she's backed off enough to keep the jiz from boiling over, you can't tell anymore and it feels like it's a cumin'.
And damn, does it feel good right before you cum. It feels almost as good as when you are cuming.
In a way, it was like a game June and Jimmy played with each other, keeping each right on the edge of cuming. The loser was the one who couldn't stand it anymore and let the other one get off.
So, if you were walking down the hall and happened to open the door, what you would see was two sexually precocious teenagers writhing on the bed, moaing like they'd just fallen off a motorcycle.
But then if you looked again, you'd realize they weren't moaning because it hurt. They were moaning because it felt so good they could hardly stand it. Not only could they hardly stand it, but they loved it. Make the other one feel good. June loved to suck cock. It was better than watching tv, or talking on the phone to a friend. It was lots better than dieting and exercising. In fact, it was the only thing which made dieting and exercising worth anything at all.
But she couldn't stand it anymore. She liked to suck, but, at least this time, she wanted to cum a lot more.
Fact is, Jimmy had started to feel about the same way.
So, just as June's body tensed up then started bouncing around like a massage-a-bed with a short circuit, Jimmy started spewing white hot jiz. "Aaaaaaaa."
"Oooooooo!"
Her breasts felt like they were burning. Her cunt was like a lava. His cock was like a cannon. Round after round of love shot out against the back of June's throat.
He had to hold her hips as tight as he could, so that she would not wriggle away as his hot and cunning tongue lapped its way to the center of her awareness. What it found there in the center was pure pleasure. It radiated out like the ripples from when someone drops a rock into a pool.
like the ripples from when someone drops a rock into a pool, except this was no rock. It wasn't a pool, either.
It was like a moon dropping into a sea of liquid mercury.
Her pleasure wasn't like a ripple.
It was like a tidal wave of molten liquids rolling over the face of a planet. In other words, it felt very good.
Jimmy's jiz was hot, wet and sweet. It was like a hurricane of cum was roaring through her mouth. She felt so full of it that in the back of her mind she was worried that it would all spill out if she wasn't careful. like a glass of milk.
It had to be good for a person.
When it was over, they hugged each other and lay together cuddling up.
Jimmy grabbed the flesh on her stomach. There was still something extra there, but it was a lot less than before.
"You're starting to look good."
"I just want to find out if it's because I let them fuck me, or if it's because I was fat."
"It's because you were fat."
"If it's because I was fat, then I'm going to get revenge."
"What would the Maharishi say about that?"
"One must live out one's own destiny."
"In that department, it's too bad we have to grow up."
She put her forefinger to his nose and pushed. "Growing up is good, silly. You get to move out and fuck all the time."
"I don't think we'll fuck when we're older, do you?"
"No, but there's lots of things we won't do. We won't make model cars, or talk on the phone. At least we won't talk so much."
He reached over and took one of her tits into his mouth and started sucking on it softly. Then he said, "Well, at least we'll be able to fuck other people."
"Yeah."
"But I don't understand why you want revenge if it was because you were fat."
"Because if the reason was that I had sex, well then that's okay. It's biological. They want a girl because they're horny. Once they fuck, they aren't horny anymore, so they don't want a girl. But if it's because I was fat, then they knew in advance, that they didn't really like me. It was just to sort of, well, fuck a pig." The idea of made her very bitter.
"Jimmy! June!" It was their mom calling.
"Dinner! Come and eat!"
"Okay, mom!" yelled Jimmy as he threw back the covers and started to dress.
"Coming!" said June as she started to fasten on her pink satin, extra large bra.
CHAPTER FIVE
"I don't want to stop at Daniels," June said. She was with Jim and Mary who was a friend of hers that lived down the street. They were on their way to hear a lecture from the Maharishi. June had more or less twisted by the other two's arms into coming to hear the lecture. She had practically had to smack them to get them to come. They wanted a camera and Daniel's Drugstore was the closest place.
"Look, if we're going to hear the Maharishi, I don't want to be late," said Jimmy.
"Okay, then you go in."
"No problem, darling."
"Darling?" said Mary. "Who calls their sister darling?"
"What do you want me to call her? Should I call her fatso?"
"Not now you shouldn't," Mary replied. "You had your chance with that one, but now it's gone. You could call her gorgeous, or beautiful, but then it's the same thing. You're her little brother, Jimmy. Not her boyfriend."
"I agree with her, Jimmy," said June. "Just because I let you come with me to see the Maharaishi ... "
"Let me! Let me! You forced me! And then when force wouldn't work, you bribed me."
"LET YOU, come to see the Maharishi, don't think that means you're anywhere near my equal."
"Yeah, you little twerp. Call her 'Ma'am.'. "
"Ma'am, my ass!"
Pulling into the drugstore, June said, "Fetch, you little twerp."
They were just teasing, and all of them knew it. Opening the door and jumping out he yelled, "Be right back."
"You're really lucky, June. I wish I had a little brother like yours. I mean your whole family is so close."
"I think it's because we had so many older brothers and sisters. They just set an example for us and we lived up to it. He's a great kid."
They could see him at the counter through the window. Daniels himself was ringing it up.
"God, what a little gnome," said Mary.
"Daniels?"
"He's such a pervert."
"I know what you mean." She'd never told anyone about the few times she'd had sex with Daniels. Now, it didn't seem like anything more than a bad dream.
Still, she did not like him. Nobody did. He gave everyone the creeps.
"Gee, the place is almost empty," June said.
"Good."
When Jimmy got back, June said, "What did you do in there, read a magazine."
"Give me a break." The only other person in the store had been a woman who seemed to have a strange mixture of hardness and nervousness. During the short time Jimmy had been there, she must have flipped through the pages of six or seven magazines.
The instant Jimmy was out of the store, she walked up to Daniels, who was still behind the counter, and said, "So, come on Doc, let's get this over with."
Daniels wasn't a doctor, and both of them knew. It was just what the women from the correctional facility called him.
They called him a doctor.
Yes, they did!
Yeah, you old bastard, she thought. I'll tell them you're fucking some whore from the women's prison. However, she said, "Okay, Mr. Daniels."
Her voice was very friendly and sweet. You have to hire people like that when you serve a rich community. Big breasts were good, too.
For that matter what could she say? She used to be the one he fucked until he came up with this drugs for sex angle. She'd been a waitress at the country club. Now, he had diversity, and that was okay with her.
As she used a towel to clean off the counter, she watched the two of them go into the back and thought of how disgusting Daniels was.
She used to think he was high class.
"So, how much do I score?" asked the hard nervous woman when they were alone in the back.
Putting his hand around the back of her neck, he stroked her messy hair and said, "You don't score shit until you put out."
That got her to turn on the personality. Rubbing her breasts against his chest, she reached down with her unwashed grimy hand and grabbed his dick. It got hard, fast.
Wrapping her hair around his hand, he pulled her face close to him and forced his tongue into her mouth. She faced him squarely and put her arms around his waist. "I've heard you're a pretty good fuck," she lied.
Daniels didn't give a shit about the women he fucked. He didn't care if they came or if they liked it or if they hated it.
To him, women were nothing but cunts. He'd married a cunt. He met cunts at parties, he hired cunts to work for him, and he fucked cunts. The only reason he'd fucked June was because she was a cunt.
That would make him the exception to her discovery that men would not do things with her because she was fat. Daniels fit into the fuck 'em because you're horny then forget 'em school.
Except Daniels didn't just fuck 'em because he was horny. He also fucked them so that they would know they were nothing but cunts.
Unbuttoning her thin blouse, he cupped a hand over one of her small but firm breasts. He rubbed his big thumb over her red nipple until the nipple got hard.
"So, what's it gonna be?" she asked. "You wanna blow job?"
"Nope, just a good fuck. You do a good job of it, you score a little better."
She liked that. It would make it more interesting to fuck.
"So, take off your clothes," he said. Pulling on her hair, just a little bit too much, so that it hurt just a little bit, he added, "And hurry up."
Without taking her eyes off him, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped if off. Her figure was sort of bony, but that was okay with Daniels.
He liked to point out the weak spots in the figures of the women he fucked after they were done. They way, they wouldn't think they'd done him some kind of big favor.
He didn't release his hold on her hair while she wriggled out of her old faded jeans.
When all she had on was her cheap black see through bra and her flimsy red panties, he pulled her to him and cupped the cheeks of her small buttocks, one in each hand.
She tossed her head to shake out some of the sting from when he'd pulled her hair.
Then she thrust her wiry hot tongue into his greedy mouth. He could taste the cigarette smoke on her breath. It didn't matter.
Putting his antiseptic clean hands on her bony rib cage, he pulled her closer.
She pressed her wet cunt against the bulge in his pants, and did a slow grind.
She was the kind of woman to whom it was important to be considered sexy.
There was red fingernail polish on her toes. He noticed that it was chipped and wearing off.
"So, you think I'm a doctor," he said, taking off his white lab coat.
"Nah, I know you ain't a doctor. That's just what the girls call you."
"Am I going to have to unloosen my tie by myself?"
"Not if I can help it, doc." Standing on her tiptoes, she undid his tie.
"I'm sort of surprised that wasn't too complicated for you."
"What, to undo a tie? I sure as hell can do that."
"Well, you wouldn't have been the first who didn't know how."
"So, what do you do, Doc? Fuck on your feet?"
"In there." He pointed to a door. It was a little room that he kept a bed in so that he could take ... naps.
She hadn't pulled the tie out of his collar, and in the little room, she flopped down onto the bed and pulled her with him by his tie.
There, she undid his zipper and grabbed his warm organ with her hands. Clasping the shaft in one fist, she started jerking him off. "Pretty good, huh?" she asked. He didn't answer.
When he was about to cum, he pushed her hands away and said, "Stand up."
"Okay, I'm standing up. Now what."
"Take off those cheap little panties."
"Okay."
"Now bend over and grab your ankles."
"Ah, Doc. Come on. I give the best blow jobs in ... in the county."
"I'm not going to butt fuck you. Not this time."
"Then why do I gotta hold my ankles." She was bent over already and talking in an. upside down position.
Standing up, he dropped his pants. "Because. that's how I want to do it. And you want to do it the way I want to do it so that I'll give you the drugs."
She shrugged. "You're the doctor."
He didn't like it when they called him Doctor. He had wanted to be one, but wasn't able to get into medical school. Still, he knew that if he made an issue of it, they would tease him even more. He tried to act as if he was the one who had what they wanted. It was true, but when it came right down to it, no less true than that they had what he wanted.
He pulled her upturned butt towards his mean hard cock. Bending his knees, he probed with the tip of his shaft for her soft and buttery pussy.
When he found it, he lined up his cock so that her cunt sort of molded to fit the shape of his cock's head, then rammed it in so that she said, "Ouch!"
Her face was all flushed now from standing upside down.
"I mean, how can I be a good fuck, Doc, if I gotta stand this way. I can't move my hips."
"You can quit asking so many questions. You can count your lucky stars that you're getting high for a fuck instead of cash!"
Her pussy was big and wet and sloppy. His dick plowed through it like a big ship through the sea.
Little drops of pussy juice leaked out and fell to the floor.
She didn't really feel anything, just something stuck up into her box.
It was usually like that for her. In fact, it always was.
She'd never known what love was, let alone loved someone. The only thing she'd ever used sex for was to attract men. What she liked about sex was that when she let them fuck her, they'd do things for her so that she'd keep on letting them fuck her. It made her feel powerful.
So, as she bent over and held her ankles while Daniels screwed his cock in and out of her sloppy pussy, it wasn't as bad as it could have been.
But in his cunning, Daniels had made it worse than it had to be. Normally when she fucked, the woman could roll her hips or suck on some big cock and then when the man jized, she could look at him with a slight amount of contempt and think of how vulnerable he been while he came, and how easy it had been to make him do it.
But now, she was nothing but a cunt. She almost could have been a plastic doll. That was how Daniels liked it.
As he held her skinny hips in his hands and rammed his throbbing dick in and out of her sloppy pussy, he realized that he liked the sloppiness of it.
It was sort of like fucking fog. He could feel her juicy insides pushing against lecherous cock, but it was light and easy.
He thought to himself that he would have to make a habit out of fucking cunts with sloppy pussies, at least every so often.
As he stroked her jaded insides with his big dick, he looked down at her.
He could see her cheap black bra and flimsy panties lying in a heap by her hair, which hung down limply from her head like a dust mop.
Her round butt looked like two big ostrich eggs. There was so little flesh on it that it was almost as hard.
Her legs were without definite shape.
It's good, he thought, to fuck someone like this. It's much less personal. You get to feel that velvet pussy sucking on your cock, and yet the cunt did not even breathe On you.
In fact, he thought, it feels very, very good.
He could feel the initial spurts building up. His good old cum muscles were getting ready to spew some white hot jiz.
"Hey, there. Don't slide you hands up your legs."
She didn't say anything, but slid them back down. That was good, he thought. Maybe she was getting the idea of how he felt about her. It was sort of hard to talk yourself out of it, too, when you were the one who was getting fucked while you held your ankles so as to get some drugs.
In fact, she didn't feel too good about this. She wished she could be more involved. It made her feel like they'd tried to make her feel in prison.
like a nobody.
Anyway, that would change once she got the drugs.
It felt to Daniels as if his cock was big, bigger than anyone elses. It felt like his body was a fucking cum machine.
Then the jiz started to spew. White.
Gobs and gobs of jiz.
White hot, burning with pleasure.
Stud muscles pumping.
Hot jiz.
American jiz.
When it was over Daniels just stepped back and yanked his cock out. "So, can I stand up now?" She asked.
"Sure, why not? I'm done." He was secretly delighted that she had asked. This one must want the stuff bad.
He wiped his cock off with some paper towels that he kept by the bed for just this kind of occasion, then pulled his pants back up and went back into his work area so that he could mix up what she wanted.
After she put her clothes back on, she followed him.
"So, how was it?" she asked lamely, forcing a weak smile. Without looking up from his vials and beakers, he replied. "About average."
"Not a bit above?"
"Here's what you wanted." He handed her a couple of little packets.
"Thanks," she said with a downcast look. It pleased him to see that her cocksure act had fallen apart.
"So, see ya later," She wished he would say something to her.
"Call first," he answered.
Turning and walking towards the door, she toyed with the little packages in her purse. She reminded herself that they were why she had come here.
She hadn't come here to feel ... good about herself.
She walked out the door. Daniels sneaked a look at Mindy. She was staring at him. When their eyes met, she sort of jumped, then went back to cleaning the counter.
He cinched up his pants and went back behind the cash register to do a tally of how they were doing so far today.
His whole body tingled with a sort of pleasant glow, especially his cock.
Cock a doodle doo, he thought, hoping that one would come back. He had enjoyed her sloppy little pussy.
Then he remembered selling the film to Jimmy. The one he really wanted to come back for more was June.
As far as he knew, she never did figure out who it was she gave that blow job to. And he was right.
But damn that little porker had really gone full circle. She was a knockout.
That was not to say that she wasn't still a little bit plump, but now you could see the fine curve of her hips and the beauty of her facial features.
Her bajubies were still humongous.
He'd seen all her sisters, tried to fuck each one of them, for that matter, and she was going to be the pick of the lot, if she kept losing weight.
He wondered where those kids had gone to anyway. Probably some rock concert.
"And so," said the Maharishi, "You see, hmmmmmmm, that it is very simple, hmmmmm. By descending into the depths, hmmmmm, of our consciousness, we, hmmmmm ascend to the heights of understanding. Isn't it nice?"
"Why does he keep saying, 'hmmmmmm'. " whispered Jimmy. "It's sort of obnoxious."
"Will you shut up?" hissed June. She was struck with awe by his words and presence. Everything he said seemed to make such perfect sense.
Why couldn't people see that war was bad? Why did they act so greedy? There was enough for everybody.
Why couldn't they see it?
A man in the large crowd raised his hand. They were in a large lecture room at the university. The Maharishi pointed at him and said, "Hmmmmmm?"
"Maharishi," the man asked. "Is it wrong to have sex just for pleasure?"
"Just for pleasure?" said the Maharishi. "You cannot have sex just for pleasure. Neither can I. Tehehe." The Maharishi covered his mouth and giggled.
"Isn't he cute?" June whispered to Mary.
"More seriously," said the Marharishi. "We enjoy sex because the sexes have each got their own electromagnetic charge. We are drawn to one another to complete our own natures. So, even if we are not enjoying sex in the hopes of fathering, hmmmmmm, or mothering, hmmmmmmmm a child hm mm mm mm."
"I thought he'd quit that," Jimmy whispered.
"Shut up!" said June.
"Hey," said someone in the crowd. "That chick is really sending out bad vibrations."
"Yeah," said someone else. "You got to go with the flow."
Their comments made Jimmy laugh. He said, "Yeah, June. What's the matter? Aren't you AWARE?"
"I'm going to get you."
"And so," the Maharishi was saying, "We are all brothers and sisters. Is it wrong for a brother to love his sister, hmmmmm? Is it wrong for a sister to love her brother, hmmmmm? Surely not."
Then there were some more questions and after that, the meeting broke up.
As they were leaving a merry man with a bright sparkle in his eyes put his hand on Junds shoulder and said, " Would you like to come back stage for some tea and cookies. The Maharishi extends his cordial invitation."
"Why not?" said Jimmy.
"He is with you?" the man asked, indicating Jimmy with his head. Evidently, he was not too pleased by the idea.
"Yeah, that's my little brother. We'd love to meet the Maharishi."
"Ah, well I didn't know that you were with friends. Ah ... "
"I'm with her, too."
The man's merry eyes looked into Mary's, and then at her breasts. They weren't as big as June's but they were still big.
"Okay, then." He produced three little badges that looked like setting suns and said, "Go to that door."
As they walked towards the door, it became apparent that there was a steady stream of pretty girls being directed towards it.
Jimmy refrained from commenting.
When they went through the door, there was a very strong smell of incense, and some kind of guitar or stringed instrument was playing loudly. Very, very big men wearing turbans stood along the hallway with their arms crossed, scrutinizing everyone who walked by.
At the end of the hall was a room from which a loud conversation could be heard.
Upon entering it, they saw it was filled mainly with women, and a few of the Maharishi's closest followers.
Dressed in scarlet robes, the Maharishi, was in the center of a group of extraordinarily beautiful women. He was telling stories and going, "hmmmmmmm."
"This is sort of the next best thing to going backstage after a concert," said Mary.
"I know. I don't understand it either. I thought the Maharishi led a quiet life at a secluded hideaway," said June.
Before Mary could answer, a man appeared and handed all of them teacups.
"What's in this?" asked Jimmy.
"This is a gentle tea. It relaxes naturally and leads to the experience of a greater harmony."
"Like drinking warm milk before you go to bed?" said Mary. She felt like a fool the minute the words were out of her mouth.
The man laughed. "Yes, yes. It is like that," he said with a faint trace of accent.
"Hmmmm, tastes okay to me," Jimmy said.
"Hey, now Jimmy's talking like the
Maharishi."
"You refer to his habit of saying hmmmmm to punctuate ideas."
"Yes."
"Well, you see 'hmmmmm' is the sound of universal affirmation."
"Oh," said Jimmy. There was something about the man he didn't like. As a matter-of-fact, he was secretly against the whole idea of eastern religion.
He believed in football, rock n roll, and Star Trek.
Suddenly, he found himself in a long conversation with the man who had brought them the tea. He was explaining to the man the significance that things like rock n roll had to young people.
The man simply nodded and said, "Hmmmmm. Very interesting."
It was hard to say how much time went by, but all of a sudden, Jimmy realized he did not know where the two girls had gone.
He also discovered that he was incredibly sleepy.
"Where's my sister?" he asked the man. Sometimes it looked like there was only one man, and then sometimes, it looked there were as many as four.
"She is with the Maharishi," the man replied. "Why don't you lay down and take a nap while you wait for her?"
"Okay," said Jimmy. "Yeah, that sounds good."
The man helped him to a mat and within seconds, Jimmy was fast asleep.
His dreams were incredibly vivid, although he did not especially like what he saw. On the other hand, there was no good reason it should have troubled him.
It started out with the Maharishi seated alone in a room on a thick pile of cushions. The walls were covered with lush thick carpets. Smoke from burning incense curled lazily towards the ceiling.
The Maharishi clapped his hands. A deep gong sounded.
Two dancers moved out. They had the grace and poise of wild animals. On their breasts, they wore tiny little halters that did little more than cover their nipples. They had huge firm breasts.
Hot breasts!
The only other thing they wore, except for silver bells attacked to leather anklets, was harem pants. The flimsy pants were made of a deep blue material that was so thin, you could as good as see right through it.
The girls dance consisted mainly of a long slow grind in front of the Maharishi. They moved their hips slowly in a big sensuous circle, slowly sliding down on an imaginary cock.
Holding their hands above their heads, they slowly turned around and presented to the Maharishi for his inspection, their big round beautiful butts.
Up and down, around and around they moved.
It was not at all hard to imagine your cock inside their big warm velvet buttery cunts.
"Hmmmmmm," said he Maharishi.
Turning his eyes to the girls' faces, Jimmy was shocked to see that they were June's and Mary's.
They were ravishingly, incredibly beautiful.
Their mouths had been painted with a vivid bright red lipstick.
Their eyes were highlighted with thick black mascara.
And their pants were crotchless.
As their big round butts kept up the slow grind, they raised their hands and then laughing, blew a kiss in Jimmy's direction.
Even though it was just imaginary, his cock got hard. Two incredibly beautiful girls who were wearing makeup to look their best, dressed like harem slaves. Slowly, so slowly you could feel it, rotating their asses on an imaginary big hard cock in a scene of degenerate luxury.
Whose cock wouldn't get hard under these kind of circumstances?
Their bodies gleamed with oil and reflected the glare of burning torches.
They turned and faced each other, and both women licked their lips. Maybe it was because their mouths were dry. Or maybe it was because their lips were hot and they wanted them to cool off. No way to know.
Dropping to her knees, June began to lick Mary's glistening pussy.
The music got louder.
June's red tongue gently stroked the soft tender lips of Mary's labia. She wrapped her arms around Mary's knees. The thin blue gauzy harem pants fluttered in a gentle breeze from a big slow turning fan behind the Maharishi.
As June licked her, Mary raised her hands up high above her head again, and then as she slowly shimmied her giant breasts, she arched her back until she was almost parallel to the floor.
Her big shiny breasts pointed toward the ceiling.
June's head moved back and forth between Mary's crotch as she stroked June's wet labia with her tongue, gently parting the lips of Mary's cunt.
"Hmmmmmm," said the Maharishi.
Mary's eyes were closed as she savored the delicate ripples of sexual pleasure rolling through her body. Every few seconds, her body trembled. You could see the taut flat muscles of her stomach flex up.
Jumping to his feet, the Maharishi took off his clothes, although, he did leave on his turban. His body was very plump and roily polly.
Jimmy didn't want him messing with his sister, but there wasn't much he could do since at this point in the dream, he wasn't actually there.
Clasping his hands in front of his chest as if he were praying, the Maharishi danced around the room on his tiptoes. He had a very big erection.
The girls pretty much ignored him.
Working her way back to the upright position, Mary clasped June's head and hugged it, squeezing June with her strong slender thighs and running her hands through June's silken hair.
Then she pulled her pussy away from June's hot eager tongue and sank to the soft cushioned floor. Embracing, their big shiny sweat covered breasts pushed against each other's body.
Falling to the floor their hot red tongues thrust into one another's warm wet mouth.
Their long beautiful legs wrapped around each other's body and entwined themselves.
They rubbed their glistening pubic hairs against one another's thatch. Watching June's hands knead Mary's breasts, Jimmy could almost feel how soft and warm and yielding her flesh was.
He would have liked to lick their shiny sweat covered bodies and tasted the salt.
"Hmmmmmmmmmm," said the Maharishi, who was still bouncing around the room on his tiptoes.
Jimmy wondered if he was ever going to get into the act.
He wanted to get into the act.
He heard her whisper into Mary's ear, "You're so lovely."
Then her hand parted the soft light lips of Mary's cunt and for just a second, Jimmy saw the soft glistening meat of Mary's insides.
Her hand worked around Mary's sweet pink pussy. Mary's eyes were closed again, and Jimmy could see the pink tip of her tongue protruding from her lips. Slowly sliding her hand in and out of Mary's juicy soft cunt, June sucked on one of Mary's hard erect nipples through the clear gauze material of her skimpy halter top.
Moaning, Mary arched her back and reached behind herself to where the halter was fastened and pulled the strings which kept the halter in place.
June kept on sucking as Mary slid away the thin material which separated her tender nipples from the gentle caresses of June's soft hot tongue.
"I love you June. I love you," she said ecstatically.
Then June gently removed her hand from Mary's pulsating pussy and put her fingers into Mary's mouth so that Mary could suck her own tart juices.
"I want to lick your pussy," said Mary looking deep into June's heavily mascaraed blue eyes.
"Let's do it at the same time."
"69" They laughed merrily and it sounded like the tinkle of little bells. As they changed positions, he heard the real bells on their anklets jangling.
From his vantage point, he got a good shot of his sister's snatch, then it was covered by Mary's head.
As they licked each other to an intense orgasm, the Maharishi leaned over them and watched, his hands on his knees, his turbaned head tilted into a position of curiosity. His cock was very hard and he evidently anticipated getting in on the action at some point.
The two girls licked each other in rhythm.
Their bodies rolled in unison like waves rippling across the ocean. Then they became rigid as they adjusted to the pleasant shock of orgasm.
Orgasm after orgasm.
"Oh, so good," said the Maharishi. "Nature is bountiful. Hmmmmmm."
When it was over, the two girls lay in each other's arms and kissed each other softly, toying with each other's breasts, and cunt.
After perhaps a few minutes, the Maharishi got sort of agitated and started walking around and around them. Lying in each other's arms, they looked up at him and giggled.
"Hmmmmm. Yes," he said, then finally worked up the courage to snuggle in between them.
"Maharishi, oh Maharishi!" The Maharishi sat up suddenly with a startled expression on his face. His turban was askew.
"Maharishi, baby! Where are you?"
Jumping to his feet, he ran to his clothes and gathered them up quickly. The voice was getting closer. It was high-pitched and squeaky, sounded like a woman.
Unsure of which way to flee, the Maharishi darted first to the left, then to the right. His big cock flapped up and down and made a smacking sound when it bounced off the flesh of his groin.
Finally he picked one of the exits.
It was the wrong one. Just as he got to it a huge fat woman dressed in the same costume as were June and Mary entered the room and crashed into him. He bounced off her onto his butt.
"Maharishi! There you are! Your little bumpkins thought you were lost, but it's okay now, because bumpkins sees you have your clothes off."
The woman looked at the two girls who were watching and laughing. Her voice got deep and throaty. "Bumpkins is going to give Maharishi a big sweet fuck. Come on Maharishi."
She yanked him to his feet. He looked comically unhappy. Holding his hand, she led the poor naked guru from the room. Lingering behind her, he looked back at the two girls with an expression of pure longing.
The big woman turned and embraced him. He was lost in her mammoth folds of flesh. Reaching down, she tickled his cock which was still hard. Perhaps it was the result of a secret eastern technique.
"Kitchey-coo, I see you," she said then dragged him off to enjoy the dubious pleasures of his bed.
"Poor Maharishi," said June laughing helplessly.
"He found himself a big fat mqmma."
"Won't be half as good with her as it would have been with us."
"So much for enlightenment."
"Jimmy! Jimmy! Wake up!" Someone was shaking him. "Huh?"
"Wake up. Party's over." He opened his eyes. June and Mary were standing over him. The room was almost empty of people. The ones who were still there were apparently cleaning up. Clouds of incense filled the room, but the music had stopped. Workmen were taking down the carpets. "Where did you guys go?" he asked. "Where did WE go?" Mary said. "Your little brother sleeps through one of the most incredible parties he'll go to in his life and he asks where we went."
"It was too much for him," June said. "He couldn't handle the excitement."
"I was drugged!"
"You have it wrong little brother," June said as she pulled him to his feet. "You were a drag, not drugged."
"I mean it. You guys drank the tea ... Didn't it do anything?"
"June, why does he call us 'guys'? "
"He's a little twerp, Mary. You know that. He's got no respect."
They were out in the long hallway, heading back for the car.
As he got into the back seat, he couldn't believe that he'd just nodded off. That dream had been wild.
"What part did you like best, Mary? I liked what he said about living out your sexual imagery. Too many people are afraid of what turns them on."
"That was fantastic." Apparently, Mary had become an enthusiast.
"Yeah, you just go out and do it. Otherwise, you'll never know who you really are."
"I don't know, though. He didn't exactly have a commanding presence."
"I was surprised at that. He didn't seem that confident. The way he really was in person, it seemed more like a really shy college professor."
"I think he was a little bit shy, especially with women."
"Still, what he says, really makes sense."
"Where's you get all made up?" Jimmy asked accusingly.
The two girls looked at each other with perplexed expressions. "Why, back at the house."
"Before we left."
"Now, he notices. Aren't we cute."
"You put it on there! You were with the Maharishi."
"I think your little brother must have had some kind ot" dream."
"Mary, he lives in a dream."
Then he saw the dark blue' transparent harem pants hanging out of Mary's purse. She followed his glance. Calmly stuffing them back into the big purse, she turned and looked at him. Her eyes were bright and mischievous.
"Jimmy, some day you're going to grow up. As far as I'm concerned, it can't happen too soon. But for you, well, when you're older, you're going to look back on your school days as innocent and magical. Don't fight it." She shrugged. "So, you had a dream. That doesn't mean everybody else at the party was asleep."
"I told you, Mary, the little twerp lives in a dream world."
"Well, anyway, he's alright."
"For a twerp, you mean."
The two girls laughed. He heard the music in its sound, and it reminded him of the way their voices had tinkled in the dream when they laughed at the Maharishi.
What did it all mean, he wondered. That subconsciously he felt like having sex with his sister when she was still sort of chubby was a raw deal? That he didn't want to ever let her go?
It was certainly food for thought, and during the next few weeks, he spent a good deal of time pondering it as he put together a really neat plastic model airplane.
CHAPTER SIX
Tennis, dances at the Junior Clubhouse, and golf.
June liked lying on the dock and tennis, and that's what she spent most of the summer doing. She still was not going out on dates. That would come at the end of the summer.
At the end of the summer, her body would be perfect.
Until then, the tennis instructor would do just fine.
He was a senior from Harvard. She was taking private lessons.
They spent a lot of time improving her stroke. To do that, he would stand behind her back and they would swing her racquet together.
"Strooooke," he always said.
Right from the start, she had felt his stiff dick against her gorgeous bottom. But now, things were different.
She didn't like to just rush into things.
She waited until the third lesson before she let him have his first fuck.
They did it out on the golf course underneath a little stand of pines at around dusk. The fluorescent sky was red and streaked with black clouds.
It had started out as a stroll.
She suggested they go out on the golf course. She liked it at this time of day. They turned the sprinklers on and they covered the place with mist like spray. They ran and managed to get to the stand of old pine trees without getting sprinkled.
"It's like being by a waterfall," said June.
His reply was, "It's very romantic. Harvard isn't anything like this."
June was one of the best students in her class. She'd been thinking of going to an Ivy
League school. "Don't they have girls there?" she asked.
"Not enough," he said and took her into his arms. They kissed then just for a moment in the pine grove and hugged each other without speaking.
Off to the side, June could see the course maintenance man driving around in his little golf cart which had a headlight. He was checking the sprinklers.
He put his hands on her big ones. She was still wearing her tennis whites. The shirt was a soft knit. The little skirt barely covered her crotch.
His hair was combed over his forehead like a Kennedy. His teeth were even and white. They seemed to shine in the darkness.
"You're wearing white," he said as he kneaded her breasts. His cock made a big hard bulge in his tennis shorts. "That's the color that virgins wear. Are you a virgin?"
"Which do you prefer?" she asked lazily. The way he was working her big ones felt very good. She liked his New England accent.
"Well, I don't want your parents to get mad at me."
"For what?" she asked, feigning innocence. "Oh, I don't know." He backed off. "God, you have big breasts."
"You like big breasts, don't you." She tried to make it sound like she was worried. Over the last few months, she realized that the biggest weapon she had was acting like she didn't quite understand. That way she could keep the men in her life jumping by asking questions the answers to which were somewhat awkward.
She knew damned well he liked big breasts. He must have brushed up against them seven or eight times in their first lesson.
"Yes, I like big breasts," he said in this tone as if he were trying to put her anxious little heart to rest on that one.
The truth of the matter was that June was about ten times more sexually experienced than he was. In fact, she was probably more experienced than he would ever be.
"Would you like me to show them to you?" she asked coyly.
"Sure."
She lifted up her shirt and took it off. "You'll have to take off my bra."
"My pleasure."
She turned her back to him and lifted her long hair up behind her neck so that it would be off her back and he would be able to unfasten the snap on her bra.
It snapped open and he slipped it off her shoulders.
"Very nice," he said as he cupped the big ones, then played with the nipples to get them hard.
She leaned her head back against his chest, then, putting her hands behind her back, she worked them down into his tennis shorts.
Her hands felt cool and smooth to him on his warm dick. With nothing said between them, she started jerking him.
Her clenched fists pulled the loose flesh on his cock up and down with her firm strokes. It made his cock start to tingle with the friction. Slowing down, she backed into him so that her big fine rump was against his dick. She did a slow light grind.
It sent rushes of pleasure all through his cock. It occurred to him that she was most certainly not a virgin. In fact, she was the opposite of a virgin in all the best senses.
"Do you like the way it feels when someone strokes your cock?"
In reply, he lightly teased her sensitive nipples with his hand. He didn't just like it when someone stroked his cock. He loved it.
Don't you?
Just try to imagine how romantic the setting was. That some gorgeous girl is sliding her little fists up and down your cock.
Somewhere in the back of your mind, you can hear the sprinklers shooting out jets of water so that the grass won't get dry.
As she strokes, you can see your own hard cock when it starts to spew the cum. You know you're going to do your own part to keep the grass growing.
She smells so fresh, and her skin is so soft.
The way she strokes is almost perfect. Firm, and even.
Her breasts? like big balloons filled with warm water. Her nipples? Soft and rubbery.
Down on the lake, ducks quack. Over by the houses around the golf course, you can hear kids shouting as they play. One of them was little motorbike and its little engine cuts through the dusk like a chainsaw.
Her perfume fills the air and mixes with the sweet smell of the pines. The perfume she bought in a store, and the perfume of her milky pussy juice.
But he wanted more than that. Three thousand miles away from his friends and family, he wanted someone he could tell his secrets to. Someone that he could trust.
Turning her around, he looked into her eyes. He wanted her to know that he cared about her. That he didn't just want to fuck.
The eyes that looked back almost frightened him. They were feverish, almost unseeing. They reminded him of a leopard, or some big wild cat.
He heard her voice say, "Do you want to fuck?"
It sounded like it came from deep, deep inside her.
He sensed even then, in that first instant that he reached out to her for someone to trust that she did not see him as a person.
He was some kind of game.
He shook off the shock of it and asked himself how that could be.
People can convince themselves of almost anything if they want to.
He said to himself, "I'm older than her. I've been to college for three years. I've lived on the east coast. I'm way ahead of her and I can teach her some of what I know."
He needed her.
He didn't want just a quick fuck. He wanted a companion. He picked the wrong girl.
He realized that he hadn't answered her. "I'd like to make love."
"Yeah," she panted.
Stepping out of his grasp, she unzipped her skimpy little tennis skirt. She was wearing combed cotton underpants that fit her like a skimpy bikini. Stepping out of her dress, she took off her white tennis shoes and her pink ankle socks. i
She was naked. Her body was just short of the perfection that it would reach by the end of the summer. That means she was about the prettiest girl that most of the people who saw her had ever seen.
Her huge breasts hung perfectly on her large rib cage. Her bottom was big and sassy. Her stomach, flat and smooth. Her hips, wide and curved. Her eyes, on fire.
The tennis pro, whose name, by the way, was Jamey, almost shot his load just looking at her.
"Come and get me," she said in that deep animal voice that came from deep inside her. She took a step backwards, but did not run. She had no intention of running.
She just wanted him to come for her. She wanted to take his forward momentum and use it to ensnare him. She wanted to feel his dick probing frantically against her body, searching for her cunt and unable to find it, then to take his eager dick into her smooth cool hand and guide it into her wet pussy.
She wanted to feel his throbbing cock sliding and sliding inside her like a big thick pole that for some reason or another could feel how hot her pussy got and how smooth it felt.
She wanted to feel his cum splatter against the inside of her cunt, and then for the cum to melt and drip down the inside of her strong slender thigh like some kind of hot white sauce that someone spilled.
Aside from those things, she didn't want him for anything. She didn't want to have him take her to parties. She didn't want him to lay out on the dock with her in the sun during the afternoon while the wind gently fanned her body.
She didn't want to tell her friends about him. In fact, she never even mentioned him to another person.
She didn't want to introduce him to her parents. The thought of it never even crossed her mind.
All she wanted was to fuck him silly.
Good?
Bad?
It's hard to say. Really it depends on why you have sex. Purely, for pleasure, she was the one. To confide in someone and keep each other company so that you don't get lonely, stay way!
The thing of it is, lots of people don't know themselves very well.
June was going to break a lot of hearts, and Jamey's was the first.
She only broke one person's heart on purpose and that was Bobby Williams. Charles Wright quarterback and all around super-stud.
"Come on," she said. "Don't you like me?"
"You're incredible."
"Then, come on." A tone of impatience was creeping into her voice.
Still dressed he took a step toward her. She stepped back. He didn't know what to do.
Exasperated, she went to him and pressed her hot warm flesh against his body. Her big soft pliant breasts in particular pushed into him.
Standing on her toes, she thrust her tongue into his mouth and kissed him hard.
The top of his cock peered out of his shorts. Pulling his head away from her, Jamey said, "You are the first intelligent person I've met in Lakewood."
Pulling down his shorts, she turned and pushed her big rump against his hard cock. She spread the cheeks of her own buns so that the thick shaft could work its way in.
She wasn't ready for him to get into her cunt, but the pressure from her cheeks squeezing his cock felt good to him as she worked her butt up and down it.
"I can't tell you how different the west coast is from the east coast. I never know what people out here are trying to say," he said, cupping her big fat breasts again.
The only answer he got was a deep purr that came from her throat.
Damn, did his cock feel hot! She was really stirring up the jiz.
"I wasn't really sure about coming out here. You see I ... "
She turned around, those strange eyes blazing with total lust.
"I don't want to hear about it," she told him. "Not, now."
Not ever.
Dropping to her knees, she took his ivory white cock into her lusty mouth.
She sucked on it as hard as she could.
At the same time, she ran her super-hot tongue over the incredibly sensitive tip of his cock. It made him weak in the knees.
With her hands, she stroked the inside of his thighs tenderly, and at the same time, fondled his big spongy balls.
Her head bobbed up and down his shaft. When she took her mouth off his dick for a second, it was bright red and covered with saliva.
He took advantage of the pause to drop to his knees. He was himself no longer in the mood for talking. Pushing her over so that she fell onto the soft pine needle covered moss, he trapped her hands against the earth and sat on top of her.
His cock pointed straight out into the air and his knees were in her armpits.
"Horny, aren't you?"
She didn't speak, just shook her head.
"So, how do you want to do it?" He wanted to show her how much he knew.
"Belly to belly?" he asked.
She shrugged. "Dog style?"
That seemed to interest her a little more. "Up the butt?"
She nodded her head enthusiastically. "We don't have anything to grease my dick."
"I don't care how we do it," she said in that bitch in heat voice. "Let's just do it."
"Jesus, okay."
He slid his butt down her belly until they were lying face to face. Her hands were on his cock immediately, stroking and caressing it so that he wanted to cum so bad that it felt like he never would.
She was an expert at bringing you right to the edge and then keeping you there. The secret was all that time she had spent practicing with her little brother. He moaned.
Then she sucked on his nipples, which was a new one for him. To his amazement, it felt good. When she wrapped her legs around him, it was as if he could feel the heat that her cunt was radiating.
It felt like a blast of heat from an open furnace. It made the jelly in his balls start to melt. There wasn't going to be any of that spurting stuff when he came. It was going to be like a fire hose.
It was going to just stream out. It was going to be a big torrent of hot liquid cum.
He wanted to whitewash her cunt with the stuff.
Taking one of her nipples into his mouth, he bit it lightly.
"Harder," she gasped. "Harder, so I can feel it."
He bit as hard as he dared and as a reward, she slid up and then back down in a quick motion. Before he knew it, his rock hard cock was sliding around in her pussy juice. And oh, was it warm in there. Warm and sweet.
She started working her hips. Once again it occurred to him that as a person, he meant nothing to her. All that mattered was he had a cock.
At that particular moment, he liked the idea of it. He was hot with desire himself now, and to him she was nothing but . warm flesh and big boobs with lots of pussy juice.
Kissing her, his tongue probed ruthlessly around her mouth, chasing down her tongue and then pushing on it with a force that her own tongue could not match.
She liked the feeling.
He took her big boomers, one into each, hand. All he did was squeeze them and toss them around, just for the hell of it.
It made him feel good to have knockers like those at his beck and call.
He could suck on her knockers, and he could fondle her knockers, and he could cum on them.
He liked the idea of seeing his cum lying on them in big white spurts.
What else can you do with knockers, he wondered.
Lots of things, really, but right now, there was not time. June's body was already trembling violently as the orgasms swept over her body like a tidal wave of pleasure that was driven by hurricanes of lust.
Her neck was arched, and he could see the muscles and veins stand taut.
She said, "Oh ... Oh ... Oh ... AAAIEEEGH!"
Her fingernails raked his back, leaving ten long red streaks.
It suddenly occurred to him that he wanted to fuck her hard.
He wanted to ram his cock in all the way to the bottom of the well.
He wanted to work up a fucking sweat.
He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. She couldn't have gotten away no matter what.
He pulled back his cock and then drove it home with his powerful tennis playing muscles. "AAAIEEGH!" He felt her sweaty palms pressing against his back. She was still coming.
He pulled it out and drove it down her soft tight pussy again. It felt like soft smooth cat hair in there.
"Oh!" Her body was really jerking around now. It was like she was being electrocuted on his big hard throbbing cock.
He drove it in again.
Again.
Again.
And again.
Her body was wild with pleasure. It was like being on a fucking bronco.
He held her tight. His own pleasure was building to the boiling over point.
He felt like the iron man with the iron cock that was driven by molten cum under pressure in a big tight box.
He felt like ... Sweet Jesus, he felt like he was cumming and cumming and that he had always been cumming and that always would be.
His cock was PUMPIN'.
You could of put out house fires with his cum except that it was too precious, not because it came in limited quantities, since it came in very large big quantities.
It was precious because of how damn good it felt. If you had an ocean of it, you wouldn't give away that kind of cum unless you were a fool.
But you'd let it shoot out your fucking dick ALL the time.
When it was over, they lay quietly for a minute or two.
Then, he said, "My parents got divorced when I was nine. I always thought it was my fault."
"Why?" she asked. Now that it was over, she had the politeness to at least act interested.
"The answer to that is really interesting. You see I didn't every really like my brother, even though we were very close. When I was about nine, I started having these dreams that I killed him. Then one day, he fell down the stairs and broke his leg. I thought it was my fault because of the dreams."
"What's that have to do with your parents?"
"Well, I thought they felt like they had failed and that they didn't want to keep failing, so they'd have to take care of us."
"That must have been terrible." She looked at her watch.
"Oh, it was, but I got over it." He was lying on his back with his hands underneath his head.
"Jamey, I've got to go, now." She sat up and put her bra on. "I'll see you tomorrow on time."
"June?" She turned and looked at him. He had a very nice body. Too bad about his family life.
"Yes," she asked.
"I like you a lot."
"You're a great tennis instructor, Jamey."
He took that as a compliment. People from Harvard were used to laid back and laconic exchanges when it came to emotions.
Actually, her remark had come right from her heart. It was not at all because her emotions were so intense that showing them would be unseemly. It also wasn't because she did not know how to talk about her feelings.
It was simply the nicest honest thing she could think of to say about him. However, he read much more than that into it.
"Thanks," was all he said, but it was supposed to be as laconic and laid back as he thought she had been.
They walked across the soggy golf course together between the big sprinklers. The red sun had gone down, but it wasn't dark yet. Everything was a shade of gray.
"Well," he said to her as they stood next to the high wire fence which enclosed the tennis courts. "Take care of your backhand."
He knew they couldn't kiss. Not here anyway. Even though he went to Harvard, he was just one of the instructors at the club. For now, at least.
"See ya," she said. As she walked down the dark drive which had overhead street lights that looked like soft white globes, she wondered if anybody else were home.
She wanted to watch her favorite tv show, and practice the breathing exercises that the Maharishi had given to her and Mary after his lecture when they had gone backstage.
For Jamey, the night was alive with mystery and romance. He listened to soft wind coming in off the lake rustle the tree leaves.
He thought of how romantic it had been to make love in the little grove of trees. The moss had been so soft. June had been so warm and smooth.
She was quite a girl. You didn't find that many with her mix of brains and beauty.
In fact, it was more than brains and beauty. It was her enthusiasm for life that he liked.
She had so much energy, seemed to take delight from so many things.
Also in the back of his mind was her youth and to his way of thinking, innocence. A Harvard man shouldn't have much trouble keeping a girl like that in line. The hardest part was going to be not breaking her heart at the end of the summer.
He'd been worried about coming here, but now he was sure that he'd made the right decision.
It was going to work out.
He knew it.
It had to.
It was important.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"I'm exhausted," Jamey said.
"Come on, Jamey. One more time."
"But why do we have to do it underwater with all this scuba gear on. We'll drown."
"We won't drown, Jamey. Don't be a naysayer."
"But how can we fuck with wetsuits on?"
"We don't wear the bottoms, silly."
He had to admit she looked nice in her wetsuit. In fact, he was sort of surprised that you could get a wetsuit which would mold so well to her statuesque frame.
The truth of it was that the suit did not quite fit her. It pressed her big ones sort of tight, but she was not going to let that stop her.
She'd wanted to fuck underwater for a long time. Now, she'd finally gotten together two sets of scuba gear. So, Jamey starts to get cold feet. Maybe it was the newfound power over men which her beauty had endowed her with, but more and more, it seemed like most men sort of needed to be dragged along, at least to anything fun.
About all Jamey ever wanted to do was talk about his psychological problems.
She did like his body, though and he wasn't a bad fuck. IF you could get him off of trying to show how sensitive he was.
Someday, she wanted to meet a man who was just an animal. When he fucked her, it wouldn't matter if they were underwater or on the bed.
For now though, she might as well try it all.
Once the gear was all on, they splashed into the blue green water.
It was sort of scary for Jamey who hadn't ever scuba dived before. In fact, he'd never even worn a diving mask.
The closest he'd ever been to seeing the world of beauty to be found underwater was in looking at the pictures in magazines.
June was on him in a second, pulling his trunks off and jerking off his cock.
She never seemed to get enough. She liked to cum herself, and she liked to see men cum.
Then she took the air hose out of her mouth for a second and put his dick into her mouth and sucked on it.
The water made if feel sort of squeaky clean, but she'd been prepared for that and had brought along a container of petroleum jelly to smear his dick with.
As she opened it, she heard him making undecipherable sounds and looked to see what he wanted.
He was pointing out towards the middle of the lake, and she nodded.
Her own excitement had aroused her to the point that she'd forgotten about having agreed to at least go out into deep water before they fucked.
Jamey was worried that someone might find them.
Small chance, but she was willing to humor him.
They were both wearing lots of weights. She didn't want this special fuck to end with them floating to the surface, and he didn't either.
In her case it was because she didn't want the experience interrupted.
In his, it was because of the potential for embarrassment.
The water was warm and clear. It was August and the hot summer sun had been pouring down on it for days. For the most part, the bottom was flat and sloping. There were lots of golf balls and bottles on it.
In some places there were strange arches and castles made of seaweed.
Every so often, a school of yellow fish with green stripes floated past.
Rather than following the bottom, they let it drop way until it was out of sight.
The surface was way above them. Looking at it was like peering into a reversed telescope.
They swam for perhaps ten minutes.
The longer they swam, the harder Jamey's cock got. During the last few weeks, he had come to realize that he needed June a whole lot more than she needed him.
The realization had taken away his ability to act. He couldn't think of anything that was fun to do or see.
All he really wanted was to be with June.
Whenever they got together, he started talking about their relationship.
It was not June's idea of fun. More and more, she had been putting him off.
This was the first time they'd been together in six days. To Jamey, it felt like a million years.
At first he'd been almost passive. Anything June wanted to do was fine, more or less.
They'd already fucked three times during the afternoon. Her parents had gone to Europe and they'd done it on their bed. All that fucking had tired him out. He just wanted to sleep in June's arms.
When she'd said that she wanted to fuck underwater, he'd tried to get her to do it tomorrow.
That way he would be able to be with her for two days in a row.
She insisted that they do it right away, and he'd gone along because he didn't want to go home.
Now, that they were actually out there, he had to admit it was an interesting idea. Not only did it make him horny, but when he got back to Harvard in the fall and the guys were talking about what they did during the summer, he was going to have a damn hard story to top.
The only problem was that his hard cock was sort of dragging in the water and slowing him down.
Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore and he grabbed one of her fins and pulled her to him.
They stared into each other's eyes from behind their respective diving masks. Behind their backs, hundreds of big bubbles streamed to the surface from their exhaust valves.
It was sort of like being in outer space, except for that they had a slight tendency to sink because of their weights.
Unzipping the top of her wet suit, he took the petroleum jelly from her and opened it.
The jelly was thick and slick and oily.
He scooped out a handful and rubbed it on her breast. It was like finger painting except, much, much better.
Then he scooped out another handful and smeared across her other giant tit. Soon, they were both covered with the slippery goo.
Deciding what the hell, he removed his air hose from his. mouth and took one of her thick oily covered breasts into his mouth and sucked on it.
While sucking, he licked her bright red nipple with same enthusiastic lapping as a thirsty dog drinking water.
It felt very good to her.
She wrapped her legs around him and pushed her rubber covered cunt up to his cock, at the same time pulling off his suit. He'd never seen a wetsuit like the one she wore. It was slick and shiny, yet spongy too.
Pressed against his cock, it felt very sexual.
Then, he had to breathe and put the mouthpiece back in.
All they had to do was move their flipper covered feet very slowly in order not to sink, but they weren't doing it all that often.
The result was that they were slowly sinking towards the bottom. The surface was just a pinhole of light way above them.
Taking the jelly back from him, she smeared his cock and balls with it. As a joke, she smeared down his pubic hairs so that he looked like some sort of sexual greaser.
First she played with his balls. They were surprisingly spongy considering that he'd had sex so many times that day already.
His cock looked pale and white at the murky depths they had reached, but it was just as long and just round and just as hard as it could be.
Opening her legs, she let him slide it into her hot cunt.
It was so hot that you almost expected to see white steam around it. His dick slid into the warmth of her insatiable cunt. The petroleum jelly made it seem especially buttery. They hugged each other and worked their hips, sinking at the same time slowly toward the bottom.
Then Jamey remembered her eager expression the first time they'd fucked when he had asked her if she wanted a butt fuck.
Very slowly, he pulled his stiff member out of her warm meaty cunt, and turned her around.
At first she didn't know his intentions, but when she felt his rod poking into her ass-hole, she wiggled her nice ample butt with happiness.
For her, it sort of hurt.
For him, it was great. The walls of her anal passage fit nice and snug up against his cock.
It was sort of like fucking a nice big warm firm, tight mound of Jello. That buttery sensation of being in her hot cunt was mutiplied by about ten times.
Once he was in her, he reached his hands around to her flat stomach and then slid them down to her cunt, parting it with both hands.
With his forefingers, he tickled her very aroused clitoris.
She felt so good and full.
She wanted to scream, but that would have been a big mistake, since it might have involved swallowing lots of water.
In the midst of her sexual heat, it suddenly occurred to her that this might be dangerous.
In fact, it was scary. That made it even better. Pressing her to him with his hands inside her cunt, he slowly and quite pleasantly reamed her ass with his hard dick.
She was starting to come. He could tell because she was vibrating the way she always did. It had gotten so that it really turned him on when she did that.
He liked the idea of having brought her to such a powerful orgasm that she totally lost control of her body.
It made him feel like he controlled her body. He knew he didn't but way down deep through all those layers of fake psychological insight and bullshit sensitivity, he knew that what he wanted was for her to be all his.
All his and nobody else's. Not even herself.
For a second, he imagined ripping off June's diving mask and yanking out her air hose from her mouth. He thought to himself that she would really wriggle her big shapely butt if he did that.
It was so real that he could see it. June was thrashing and flailing, her beautiful body desperate for oxygen while his big cock reamed her until he fucking blew his was up her ass, and then after, he'd come, he would share his air supply with her.
It was such a real picture that it scared him back into thinking he was a sensitive kind of modern guy like they talked about in the magazines at Daniel's drugstore.
As far as June was concerned, it was even better than she thought it would be. His big cock really felt good and snug in her butt.
His fingers were incredible. They gently teased her clitoris until bigger and bigger orgasm's rolled through her.
And all around them there was nothing but water and a tiny, tiny pin prick of light way up above them.
That is until they touched bottom. Not bottom actually, but a very large boulder covered with soft green algae. It sort of startled Jamey.
In fact, it startled the hell out of him. He thought it was a big fish.
Then when he saw it wasn't he thought oh great, something to stand on.
And that was where he came, standing on a boulder that was ten feet high on the bottom of the lake, right in the middle. The only thing around him was water.
Water and a girl who would prove to be the hottest, lustiest girl he ever met.
The hard cold metal air tanks on her back pushed lightly against her belly. Her tight ass seemed to be sucking his dick in as deep as it would go.
She floated in the water straight out from his dick like some giant extension. Her hair floated around her head.
When he did come, it was tremendous. His cock spewed the stuff out like confetti. The pleasure was overwhelming.
Hot and still horny, June was vibrating on the end of his dick like she'd touched an electric eel as both of them came.
The bottom of her swimming suit was somewhere between where they were and the dock.
Overhead, motorboats towing water-skiers went around and around the lake.
Down where they were, it was very quiet, except that their orgasms were so intense they could almost be heard, and seen, and smelled.
One thing was for sure. They could most definitely be felt.
Felt and felt and felt as the sweet hot pleasure drained from their bodies.
Still felt as a soft warm glow when they slowly swam back for home.
As they swam, he watched her beautiful legs drive her through the water. In his heart, he knew they would never be his when they got back on dry land.
He was right, too.
The only time he saw her for the next two weeks was during their tennis lessons.
It made his heart ache every time he watched her throw a ball up into the air and her beautiful body swung her racquet up to smash the ball over the net for an ace serve.
She still wore the same skinny little tennis skirt, the same pink ankle socks with the little tassels on them that she had worm at the beginning of the summer.
Except now, her transformation was complete. She didn't have an ounce of extra flesh on her body.
It's true that her breasts were still gigantic, but nobody in their right mind would call that extra flesh.
The same held true for her splendid bottom, and the long slow curves of her beautiful hips.
With all the extra flesh gone, she had high cheek bones and a perfectly proportioned face, not too round, not too rectangular. Her eyes would look into a man's and he wouldn't be able to think of anything else except fucking her for days.
But even tough Jamey's lust for her was at a peak, and they were on the courts together day after day, Jamey might as well have been a million miles away for all the time he got to spend with her.
Oh, she was incredibly nice to him when they were having the lessons. Her voice sounded really natural, she laughed easily, but when the time was up and he quietly asked her if she wanted to do something with him later on, she was always busy.
He couldn't sleep at night. He could hardly eat. He could hardly do anything.
So imagine his joy when she asked him if he would escort her to the end of summer dance at the Junior Clubhouse.
Even though he felt he was a little too old to put in an appearance at the affair, and he knew it was-likely to earn for him the wrath of some of the club members since he was only the pro and not a member he accepted without a moments hesitation.
After all, a week after the dance, he would be on his way back to Harvard.
Bobby William, Charles Wright quarterback in his junior year and all around super-stud had no date for the dance.
He was not worried.
In fact, that was the way he wanted it. He'd be able to pick and chose.
In fact, he got laid the night before by a nice barmaid. Even though he was not old enough to get into the bars in Washington state, he was physically very mature. They hardly ever carded him.
Still, he was only in high school. He had to get the car back before his parents woke up. Driving home from the barmaid's house early that morning, he passed Daniels' Drugstore and remembered that he would have to buy himself some rubbers before the dance.
Then he noticed that the light was on. For some reason, that seemed very strange to him. He had driven by the drugstore since he was a baby and not once had he ever seen the light on this early in the morning.
Then, he noticed that the car parked outside the drugstore was not one of Daniels'.
That was even stranger. And when you grow up in a very rich suburban community like Lakewood, you are almost instinctively aware of situatons that look like burglaries.
To Bobby, this looked like one.
Call it luck, a good hunch, or intuition, but he was right.
The Daniels family ordeal had started the night before with a phone call for Mr. Daniels.
When he answered it, a voice said, "Hi, Daniels?"
"Yes?" His tone of voice was nasal and as usual, he sounded irritated.
"My name is Melody. I'm a friend of Billy Joe's? We knew each other in the ah ... correctional facility."
He knew he had her. If she was calling this late, she must be desperate. Angrily, he said, "Do you know what time it is, Melody?"
"Yeah, Doc, but I'm ... we're. . .sort of desperate."
"I'm not a doctor Melody. I'm a druggist."
"Yeah, well you see that's why we're calling and we wondered if maybe tonight . . .I don't know. We heard you'd trade some stuff for a good fuck. There's two of us here and we're both sort of pretty."
"What did you go to the correctional facility for?"
"Ah ... I was in for ah ... manslaughter. My girlfriend was in for ah ... fraud." Daniels felt his cock begin to get hard. Fucking woman convicts just did something for him.
There was a Rotary Club meeting in the morning, but let's see, he thought, looking at his watch. If it takes me an hour to get there and an hour to fuck, then I'll only have about an hour and a half to kill.
"Okay," he said. "I'll meet you there at four thirty."
"This morning?"
"Yeah."
He'd answered the call in the hallway since one thing that his wife could not stand in addition to many other things, including him, was to be awakened out of a sound sleep to Find him talking on the telephone.
She didn't care if it were his sick mother. Out in the hall she wanted, and out in the hall it was.
Actually, it had proved to be somewhat convenient. After he showered and shaved, he cooked himself some breakfast.
He had no idea that there was a beat up old car parked across the street. Inside it were two women and a man.
They were waiting for him to leave. The hour it took him to get ready felt like eternity to them.
"Let's do it now," the man said. "Why the hell does it have to be so complicated?"
Lighting a cigarette the woman who sat beside him said, "Shut up, Willy. We got a plan. We're gonna stick to it."
"Catch some nods," said the second woman who was trying to follow her own advice, but without much success. She didn't just want the drugs. She needed them.
Finally, Daniels' electric garage door slid silently open. They waited a few minutes to make sure he hadn't forgotten something, then they got out of the car.
Using a screwdriver and crowbar, the man quickly and silently broke into the house.
Finding their way to the master bedroom where Mrs. Daniels lay dreaming she was at her husband's funeral, they flipped on the overhead light.
She sat up and in a tone of voice that was as ugly and ill-tempered as her husband's but which she reserved only for her family started to say, "Hey, what in the hell do you little brats mean by ... "
Then she saw the gun.
"What do you want?" she asked. "Don't hurt me. I'll do anything."
"Get your kids," said one of the women. "We're gonna wait for a phone call."
There were two kids, Ben and Sarah. Their ages were thirteen and sixteen respectively.
Once they were awakened and taken into captivity, they were firmly bound and gagged with adhesive tape.
"All we need is a phone call," said the woman. "When we get that phone call, we're gonna leave you here safe and sound. But no phone call, and I'm sorry."
Pulling into the drugstore parking lot, Daniels saw the car parked there which the woman had described to him on the phone. He drove around back and parked.
When he came back out front, the two women jumped out of their car and swaggered to him. Both of them were wearing mini skirts and high boots.
"Hey," said the tall one who proved to be Melody. "How's it going?"
"I don't like getting up so early."
"Well, nobody fuckin' made you ... " said the second woman.
"Shhhh. Nancy, you're talking to our main man."
"Don't forget it either," he said, unlocking the door.
"So how you want to do it," Melody asked, winking at her companion. "I figure you got one at a time, both at the same time, or one now one later."
"Or maybe you want to watch us?" suggested the second woman.
He knew they were teasing him and he found it sort of irritating.
"Maybe I'll just go home and get a good night's sleep." Still, he put his key in the door to the area where he mixed up his drugs.
Inside, he turned on the lights. Deciding that he liked the idea of watching them do it and then maybe fucking Melody afterwards, he turned to see that the woman whose name he didn't know was holding a gun on him and that the other woman was passing the phone on his lab desk to him.
"Call home," Melody said. "Talk to your wife. Ask her if there are really three people holding your wife and children hostage."
"What's going on here? What do you mean hostage?"
He knew, though.
"Just call," she said.
"Oh, Roger, it's awful. They've got me and Ben and Sarah, Do whatever they ... " Melody hung the phone up by pushing the buttons in the receiver cradle. "What do you want?"
"Simple things, Doc. Nothing imagine. Just drugs and money."
"Then, what?"
And that's where things were when Bobby drove by.
Acting on a hunch, Bobby just pulled into the back of the building. When he saw Daniels' car, he almost decided to forget it.
Then he decided what the heck and decided he might as well just say hi. What he really wanted to do was tell Daniels, who made it a habit to cultivate friendships with the star athletes at Charles Wright because it made him feel more athletic himself.
He hoped that maybe Daniels would give him some free rubbers.
Pushing on the door, he saw that it was open and went in. He saw the lights on in the backroom.
An older person might have yelled to let Daniels' know he was not alone, but that was not Bobby William's style. He liked to come and go like a mystery man. It made people think he was cool.
Sliding open the door, he saw Daniels hunched over his worktable cutting drugs and putting them into capsules. The two women were leaning on the bench with their elbows and watching. The one who hadn't been named had a gun on his forehead.
A more responsible level headed individual might have slowly backed out, made his way to a phone booth and contacted the police.
But level headed and responsible individuals don't very often become heroes. Crouching low, Bobby eased into the room, made his way towards them from behind.
They did not hear him.
He was like a shadow. Reaching out, he pulled the gun away from Daniels' head. The woman felt as if her wrist was in an iron grip. He smashed it down onto the table and as the gun went off, she dropped it. Daniels overpowered Melody easily, as did Bobby the woman who had not been named. The police were called, and once the threesome at Daniels' house realized the jig was up, then quickly surrendered.
The upshot of it was the Bobby became a hero. Daniels was ruined. At the women's trial, his relationship to the women from the correctional facility came out into the open.
He lost his license. They kicked him out of the Rotary Club. His wife finally left him. He had to move to Alaska and start over again. It was a big fall from grace, and justice was served.
For Bobby it proved to be a good thing. His picture was in the paper. They even interviewed him on the local news. At the Junior Clubhouse that night, there was not a woman in the place who would not have done anything for him.
The only girl there who interested him was June. The others seemed like kids.
She didn't get there until late, and Jamey was with her.
They were a very attractive couple. He was dressed in preppy yellow pants and a pink sports shirt. She wore white shorts, knee high socks with loafers, and a light blue cotton sports shirt.
Her big ones seemed to radiate an aura of light. You could see her big perfectly round nipples trying to poke their way out of the shirt and into your mouth.
Hmmmmmmmy!
Nothing was ever really said between Bobby, Jamey, and June. Nothing needed to be said, because anything else would have been wrong.
June was the hero's reward.
She knew it.
Bobby knew it.
Jamey knew it.
Within a minute of walking into the junior clubhouse, she was dancing with Bobby. Her body moved like a cat. You couldn't look at her and be male without getting a hard cock.
At around ten o'clock, a huge white full moon rose from out of the water. Jamey stood on the balcony and watched it until it had risen. Everything it shined on seemed to be touched with silver. It gave the water a flat white sheen. It was beautiful and it was like June Jamey realized; far far away, out of reach.
He looked back inside at the dancing high school kids and thought to himself that it was over. He was going back to Harvard. June and Bobby were going to become the golden couple.
Without saying good bye to anyone, he went home.
"What wouldn't you give to spend some time in her arms?"" the single guys asked as they watched June dance with Bobby.
"I hate to say it, but they make a perfect couple," said many girls many times with many regrets.
The music got louder and louder. It drowned out the end of summer, the beginning of school.
"Do you want to go outside?" Bobby finally said to June. "I thought you would never ask," she answered. They walked down to the beach, out onto the dock.
Underneath the platform of the twenty foot diving platform, he took her into his arms and kissed her.
To say that she kissed back would be something of an understatement.
Her strong hard tongue pushed against his, then slowly let his push hers back. They licked each other gently.
Her big ones pushed against his big strong chest. Moving from side to side, she tickled her nipples against his powerful body until they were hard.
Not a word was spoken between them.
It was not a time for talking.
Dropping to her knees, she mouthed the bulge in his pants, then unbuckled them. His cock was hard and throbbing with sexual energy.
She could feel it, and he was the hero.
All she took into her mouth at first was the head. She pressed her lips to it lightly going up and down that incredibly sensitive half inch with a rocking motion.
Her tongue teased it. Flicking back and forth across the very tip, she tasted the first tiny drops of his salty cum.
Gently she bit it with her teeth, kneading and pulling on it. With her hands, she cradled his balls. They were rubbery and heavy. She knew that meant he had a big load to spew.
Then she started to seriously suck him off, Her head slid up and down his shaft.
He felt like every part of his body was aroused. There was this sweet feeling.
A very, very sweet feeling. It wasn't the feeling of cuming, since he wasn't coming, yet.
It was the feeling of being a hero who is a quarterback on a gently rocking dock.
It was the feeling of all those things Combined with that of a beautiful girl's mouth making a soft O around the shaft of your cock while her tongue licks it.
He didn't for an instant look back on what June had been like a little more than a year ago. His memory was too superficial for that.
His egotism was the kind that is both extreme and innocent. The only things he remembered were his triumphs.
When June finally stopped sucking for a moment or two and told him, "You really turn me on," he hardly paid it a moment's thought.
His answer was, "I don't know, I guess I'm just lucky like that."
She put his cock back into her mouth and started sucking on it again.
She liked to suck cocks. She liked how warm and hard they were.
She liked the way they filled her mouth. It was a challenge to see how much of one she could swallow.
Her own pussy was so wet that a big wet stain was beginning to show in her crotch. Her little pink panties were soggy with pussy juice. They had worked their way up a little bit into her cunt.
When he came, she swallowed it all, keeping time with the rhythm of his spurts.
When they walked slowly back to the junior clubhouse together, it didn't even occur to Bobby that he had given her no chance to cum.
He was too popular for that.
June, however knew it. Her pussy was like a tunnel covered with molten lava. Her horniness raced through her blood, pounded in her teeth.
But just this once, June was going to be a good girl.
She didn't want him to suspect anything.
You see this was one of the things she had been dieting and exercising so hard for during the last few months: to make Bobby fall in love with her and then to get revenge.
She hadn't forgotten what her former life as a fat slut had been like.
And once she faced the facts, it hadn't taken her very long to figure out that the reason boys wouldn't take her to parties had been because she was fat, not because they lost interest once they fucked. It made her feel used and humiliated.
In time and at the right moment, she was going to make him feel the same way. But for right now, she was going to just play along.
When school started, they were the most popular couple. A party wasn't cool if they weren't there.
At the homecoming party, June was the Queen, Bobby the King.
When the school had a fund raising party, June and Bobby were the "typical students" chosen to represent the student body.
At the Cotillion they were radiant stars. No guy came close to matching Bobby for confidence or good looks. The second most beautiful girl was a dog compared to June.
For Bobby, their sex life was great. For June, it was ho hum. She was assertive to make sure that he satisfied her. Otherwise she would not have had the strength to go out with him for nine months.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"I can't imagine what it would be like not to have a cock," said Bobby one day in the spring. They were laying in bed together. He ' was looking at his dick and admiring it.
"It's okay," she answered. He was such an incredible knuckle head that it was hard for her to believe she ever would have done anything to spend time with him.
As it was, almost every girl in the school still would, but they knew he was hers so they kept a distance.
He leaned over and picked up her bra. "And look at this. I can't imagine having big tits and wearing one of these."
"I like it. It makes me feel good to have such big ones."
"Don't get me wrong. It makes me feel good, too. It's just I don't know ... " He fingered the black lacey bra. June had begun to wear more adult underclothing, and Bobby really liked it.
As she watched him toy with it, thinking at the same time about what a dolt he was, she suddenly knew how she was going to get her revenge.
Reaching down, she stroked his soft cock and said, "Why don't you try it on?"
"A bra? Don't be silly."
"It's just you and me. Nobody else will ever know."
He toyed with it a little then laughed. She noticed that the second he said, "Okay," his cock began to get very hard.
Sitting up, he slipped his arms through the straps. Turning his back to her he said, "You fasten it."
"Okay."
Getting out of bed he went and looked at himself in the mirror. He seemed sort of r fascinated by what he saw, but then he always got like that when he looked in a mirror.
"Here," she said. "Try on my panties."
She threw him her black lace bikini bottoms. Putting them on he studied himself some more. He liked the way her under things felt against his skin, and even though they had not touched for several minutes, his cock was still hard.
Standing up on the bed, June studied him and said, "You'd make a pretty woman."
"I don't know," he said critically. "My chest and shoulders are sort of broad."
Hugging him from behind, she pressed her big ones into his hard flat back.
Reaching around his waist, she slid her hands into his groin and caressed his warm cock and lose balls. He just kept looking at himself as if someone had hypnotized him.
Deep, deep inside he knew that he liked wearing her clothes.
When she whispered, "Let me make you up like a woman," he merely nodded his head okay and quietly licked his lips.
"First, why don't you wear my garter belt along with some nice black silk stockings?"
"Okay."
She fastened the elastic garter around his waist, making sure that her big breasts brushed against him as she did it. She wanted to make sure he stayed aroused.
Then they pulled the delicate black stockings up each leg and fastened them to the clips dangling from the garter. His cock was very hard.
The pink tip of it poked up through the top of the panties. His balls bulged meatily in his groin. "Now for some make-up."
"Wait a minute. I ... I ... don't know ... I mean ... "
She fondled his balls and licked his nipples. Her hands slid up and down his sides. "I want to see you all made up. I think it would be fun."
He just stood looking at himself and licking his lips. Then he said, "Well, if you want me to."
"It'll be fun. Now, come over here and sit down."
Moving as if he were in a trance, he did as she had suggested.
"You're very pretty," she told him.
All he did was keep looking at himself. His cock was very hard. She knew that although he would never admit it, he was very turned on by what he was wearing and the way he looked.
First she put on a thin layer of foundation make-up over his face. After that she rouged his cheeks, highlighted his cheekbones.
Every so often, she reached down between his legs and stroked his cock. She didn't need to, since it showed no signs of going limp, but she wanted to make sure.
Then she put eye shadow on and curled his eyelashes. The final touch was bright red lipstick.
Appraising her handiwork, she repeated the words she knew he wanted to hear. "You look beautiful."
"I wonder if this is what being a woman feels like."
Realizing they'd forgotten one thing, she said, "Nope. Stand up, I'll show you what, it feels like to be a woman."
He wasn't wearing high heels.
Rummaging through her closet, she found an older pair. They were black pumps with very high heels.
Before bringing them out, she got her Polaroid camera off the shelf.
He hardly noticed the camera. Luckily his feet were a little small and although the shoes clearly did not fit, he could jam into them.
"You're really beautiful," she said. "Now, lean against the door frame. Put your hands behind you back, and lift up one foot and put it one the frame."
Intoxicated with how sexy he felt, Bobby went right along with her.
Flash!
Flash! Flash!
She took ten pictures of him all in all. Most of them he was spreading his legs, fondling his cock with the panties pulled down while he was at the same time sticking out his tongue.
The picture turned out really well. You couldn't miss his big white hard cock and his suggestive red tongue.
"You're beautiful. You're beautiful," she told him.
Every time a picture came out they laughed and laughed at it. When she had shot the whole role, she put the camera aside and pulled him to the bed.
Not withstanding what she planned to do, her throbbing pussy was drenched with juices.
"You just lay there. I'll sit on you."
"Should I keep all this stuff on?"
"Sure, silly. I didn't dress you up like this for a camera. I dressed you up like this to make love." She'd learned that phrase "make love" from Jamey. As far as she was concerned, it was an especially insincere term. She liked the idea of saying it to Bobby.
Her revenge was now just a matter of time. Now that she had nothing to conceal or be patient about, she let herself really go.
Easing herself down on his humming cock, she stroked his bra and his underpanties. His legs felt incredibly soft and slick because of the silk stockings.
Her cunt was almost slushing with pussy juice. The pink meat tingled all over. Her clitoris was throbbing.
His cock was hard. He looked so silly dressed up the way he was that it was about the funniest fuck June ever had.
When she came she just started bouncing up and down his shaft as fast as she could. Her cunt's juices were sloshing out and down his dick.
Even during the sex he was in a sort of trance. It was a big taboo of society that he was violating. Even after the pictures got out and the furor died down, he would harbor a secret yen to dress up like a girl.
Finally, when he was in his late twenties, a stockbroker on the east coast, he faced the facts once and for all and entered into the strange world of being a transvestite.
But for now, he was the Charles Wright quarterback, in his senior year and Harvard bound, dressed up like a girl and getting his brains fucked out.
Gradually, the feeling of a gigantic orgasm in the making pulled him out of his trance. He felt the boiling white cum bubbling up inside him. He felt the lust coursing through his veins, the strange thrill of wearing June's clothes intensifying it all.
They came together, her wet pussy convulsing around his thick dick, pulling his jiz out with each stroke. It arched out, spurting into the dark pink recesses of her pulsating cunt.
She was vibrating so hard that you almost expected to see smoke pouring out of her ears. As she came, she pictured how delicious his agony would be to her.
Mr. Cool. Super-stud. Hero. Ha, ha, ha.
Lying in his arms, she thought of that time he had fucked her until he came in her and then taken her home because he had a "stomach ache."
The memory of it gnawed at her. Beautiful and confident, she couldn't understand why she had ever let anyone treat her like that.
Well, next week the wheel would have gone around and it would be his turn.
"You still want me to send out all your graduation announcements for you?"
"Yeah, honey," he said in his sugar daddy tone of voice as if he weren't lying there dressed up like a woman. "It's just that there's so many of them. I just don't have the patience to write out all those names and addresses on the envelopes."
She stroked his make-up covered cheek and said, "That's okay. I mean, how much longer are we going to be seniors? Pretty soon, we're off to college and it's all just a memory. I'll do the envelopes. You go water skiing or something and don't worry about it. I'll take care of it all."
"Thanks, June. My mom wanted me to put in about another fifty names. You don't mind do you?"
"Bobby, you're the Charles Wright quarterback. You're a hero. In the autumn, you'll be a Harvard man. Any girl in Lakewood would give their eyeteeth just to lick the stamps, let alone address the envelopes."
He stretched his big bra covered chest and said, "Well, you're going to Yale. They aren't that far apart. We'll be able to see each other ... But yeah, you're probably right about all those girls. Life is hard."
"Don't worry. I'll take care of the announcements."
And in each and every one of them there was going to be a nice clear color picture of Bobby Williams, Charles Wright quarterback, all around super-stud, and hero dressed up in sexy women's underwear fondling his cock and sticking out his bright red tongue.
So sweet, so sweet.
EPILOGUE
The next year at Yale, June Mason thought about what she'd done to Bobby. It was something that crossed he mind only infrequently at first, but gradually she found herself dwelling on it.
The whole thing preyed on her mind.
Now that she'd had a taste of the East Coast and the men at Yale, she found herself longing for Bobby. Try as she did, June couldn't find a cock that matched Bobby's enormous length and girth. And she needed that kind of size to really get off.
That's the kind of girl she was.
But there was no going back and undoing the havoc she'd made of Bobby's life. He wasn't at Harvard like he'd planned.
He was in a padded cell.
Institutionalized.
Under heavy sedation.
Thorazine or Stellazine or something like that from what she'd heard about it.
Now June found herself wondering what Bobby did with his cock in that place they'd sent him to.
Did he play with the thing?
Or did the drugs make it impossible for him to get a hard-on?
Or was he so strung out that he let the other inmates sodomize him?
Naturally, Bobby's family wasn't talking about it.
Especially to June.
But then she had heard that the damage he'd tried to inflict on his cock had been repaired. And there were times that June thought it was a good thing he was in the hospital.
After all, he'd be supervised there so that he couldn't make another attempt at cutting his big prick off. Just the thought of his succeeding at that gave June a cold shudder.
Now she realized that she'd been too thorough in her revenge. If she had it to do over again, she doubted that she'd do anything at all.
But it was too late.
Far too late.
The more June agonized about the whole thing, the more she found herself sinking into a deep depression. And the more depressed she got, the more she ate.
By the time the first semester was over, she weighed more than she ever had in Lakewood. And once again, she found herself practically having to spread her legs in public just to get a date.
As one would expect, her appearance deepened her depression.
Every time June looked into a mirror, she saw the bloated face that peered back at her and thought of it as belonging to someone else. But when the realization came to her that it didn't, she immediately experienced an overwhelming desire for chocolate.
The chocolate made her face break out.
Gradually, the bloated face became pocked with both the scars of old blemishes and the puss-filled heads of new ones. No matter how much June pinched them out and watched the thick yellowish fluid splatter on the mirror, she couldn't rid herself of all of them.
The puss reminded her of come for some reason, and she took to licking it off the mirror.
She knew it was disgusting, but the poor demented girl couldn't help herself. And there was the fact to bear in mind that the puss was as close as she could get to real come.
Just the thought of kissing that face drove young men to swear off sex for life.
Half of the men at Yale were studying for the priesthood now that June was strolling about the campus in low cut blouses and mini skirts.
On weekends, June went to New York.
She'd heard about the singles bars there, and she hoped she could score.
But not a bar on the Eastside of Manhattan let her past the door. They were all afraid she'd make the clientele nauseous.
June was finally reduced to sucking off truck drivers under what was left of the West Side Highway. One guy even told her he had the clap, but that didn't bother June. As long as he had a cock, she was willing to chow down on the thing.
She fantasized that every cock she managed to get belonged to Bobby, and that thought gave her some relief as long as the cock was in her mouth. As soon as the organ erupted and withdrew, however, June was again confronted with reality.
The guilt she felt pervaded every facet of her being.
There was no escaping it. No denying it.
It obssessed her.
Toward the end of the second semester, June failed to return from one of her weekend jaunts to the city. The student body of Yale University breathed a collective sigh of relief.
And when it was revealed that her mutilated body had been dragged out of the Hudson River, there were those chauvinist pigs who used June's tragic end to agrue that Yale should never have started accepting female students in the first place.
Oh, well.
Poor June.
She did get what she wanted. Then it got her.
But then everything didn't turn out badly.
Bobby managed to recover and finally went to Harvard. As stated earlier, he eventually became a broker on Wall Street, and it while so employed that he returned to his fetish of wearing female attire.
Now that the doctors and the drugs had freed him of his inhibitions, he was free to explore his sexuality to its farthest limits. There was no act to deviant or perverse for him.
What Bobby finally realized, however, is that deep down, under all those layers of socially inculcated taboos, he was really a woman He'd been born with the soul of a woman in the body of a man.
But that condition wasn't something that Bobby worried about.
He took the bull by the horns and did something about it.
It took time, and it cost him a great deal of money, but Bobby finally managed to become Barbara. And once his body matched his soul, everything was in perfect harmony for him/her.
As a woman, Barbara became the leader of a radical lesbian group that desired nothing less than the complete and total separation of men and women. It was Barbara's fervent belief that such a social organization could be viable.
But then all that is another story.
For more details, look to the hot TRANSVESTIA series which will be hitting local stores soon. You'll find out more than you ever wanted to know about Bobby and his journey from male to female to lesbian separatist.
Read all of them! They're hot!
But then this kinky series isn't for the faint of heart and the weak-hearted. (After all, stories about people with both big tits and big cocks aren't for the sqeamish!)
If you think you're ready for the big leagues, give it a shot. Of course, you can always crawl back under your log if you want to, but getting it off with these tales is a helluva lot more fun!
