Leslie was brassy and loud and extroverted. Jerri was prim and shy and quiet. Leslie was short and built like a steam roller. She had enormous breasts. They were big and ripe and they looked like twin melons.
Jerri was tall and thin and she had fine bones and long, straight brown hair which she often wore in pigtails. Yet the difference between the two girls was simple: Leslie went down. Jerri did not. They were the two most popular girls at Lock wood Gorge High School, the only girls from New Haana ever to receive the distinction of popularity. New Haana was proud of them and they were proud of themselves and they could not stand each other. A freshman at Lockwood Gorge High, Leslie won a spot on the Varsity Cheerleading Squad, of which Jerri, a senior, was co-captain. The appointment was made without Jerri's approval and at her expense.
In the course of their terrible rivalry, the two girls used sex like weapons to abuse each other. Theirs is a story of small town lust and high school sex.
CHAPTER ONE
New Haana, New Jersey is nothing like the tank farm and smoke factory cities which surround New York. It has as much in common with Elizabeth, Newark and Jersey City as these cities have in common with, perhaps, Manly, Iowa. That New Haana happens to cover a portion of the state which boasts the densest population per square mile of any state in the United States, is sheer coincidence.
This is the story of New Haana, as much as it is the story of illicit and apocalyptic sex among the post baby boom generation.
It is the story of life in rural New Jersey. Rural New Jersey suffers a peculiar reputation, or rather, it has no reputation at all, nationally and that is very interesting, indeed.
In a state which looms in the national imagination as nothing more than a way station between New York and Philadelphia, rural areas tend to be overlooked. What people know about New Jersey is that it is a strip of asphalt that begins the moment you cross the New York-New Jersey border, by car.
New Jersey is a strip of asphalt and it is a collection of Dairy Queen stands and Ethan Allen Carpet stores and Dinettes.
People know other things about New Jersey. It is a suburb of New York City. It is Sausalito or Orange County, California. It is a suburb of Philadelphia. It is one long roadway, the New Jersey Turnpike and has been immortalized by Paul Simon. It is Atlantic City and the Mafia and gambling casinos.
It is where Bruce Springsteen comes from.
These are among the many things people know about New Jersey and none of them has anything at all to do with New Haana. New Haana is not a suburb of New York, nor is it a suburb of Philadelphia and few of the people who live there have ever been to Asbury Park.
New Haana is a small, rural town in the northwestern section of the state, closest to Pennsylvania than to New York.
People who live in New Haana sometimes go to Princeton to see movies, because there is no movie theater in New Haana.
On Sunday, people from New Haana go to malls, in places like Woodbridge and Carteret. That is usually about as close as many of them ever get to New York City.
Few of the residents of New Haana ever think about Philadelphia, although it is just as close to New Haana as New York. Some of them listen to Philadelphia radio stations, or buy Philadelphia newspapers and a few have relatives in places like Penn Sauken and Camden. But no one knows that Walt Whitman died in Camden. And no one has ever heard of William Carlos Williams, although a few old timers cling to the fact that Frank Sinatra was born in Hoboken.
Some of the people in New Haana remember the year the Lindbergh kidnapping trial took place in nearby Flemington and the Union Hotel where many of the reporters who covered the case resided is still a fixture in downtown Flemington.
Yet New Haana is a fluid community and most of the people who live there stay there long enough for their children to go away to college and then they move to other places. Florida. Connecticut. Cape May.
New Haana has a past, but not very many people remember it and few people care.
They are interested in going there to get adolescence over with, or middle age and then they leave and about two dozen natives watch them come and go. The natives work in places like the Post Office, or as the Elementary School nurse and most of them look old, yet they never seem to die.
In short, New Haana is a rural American town which happens to be in New Jersey.
The area was originally settled by Dutch and later, by German Protestants.
It lies within the network of towns and cities and farm land which make up the American Northeast. The area is heterogeneous in every way. Religious diversity is greater in the Northeast than in any other region in the country. The area is truly a melting pot.
New Haana still clings stubbornly to its particular Dutch Reformed roots and there is still a law on the books which prohibits dancing on Sundays and the town has never had a movie theater because the succeeding councils have never taken the time out to change certain of the town's blue laws.
New Haana is not a small town. People can maintain their anonymity and since the new high school was built in a neighboring township, the students from New Haana tend to get lost in the crowd of young boys and girls who come from various sending districts to attend Lockwood Gorge High School.
To many of the young people who live, in New Haana, Lockwood Gorge represents freedom.
Upon graduation from the New Haana Elementary School, they enter the high school and become one among two thousand five hundred students who attend Lockwood Gorge.
They mingle in among the farmers and the greasers and the freaks and the jocks and jockettes and the theater fags and the Audio Visual nerds and the brains and they find that no one is watching them as carefully as they were watched in New Haana.
And they find a measure of freedom.
Sexual freedom. And to Leslie Bodant, sexual freedom meant every kind of freedom in the world. An anomaly among the girls who grew up in New Haana, Leslie became immediately successful as a freshman at Lockwood Gorge High. She joined the cheer leading squad. Out of a hundred girls who auditioned for the squad, Leslie made the varsity team, in her freshman year, unseating a returning varsity cheerleader and senior member of the squad, Jerri Hall.
This is the story of New Haana and it is the story of Jerri Hall and Leslie Bodant. They were the two most popular girls who had ever come out of New Haana and they were rivals. Leslie was a freshman. She was on the varsity cheerleading squad. She was the apple of every football player's eye. She was the bulge in each of their crotches. She was the new kid on the block, the girl wonder, the latest sensation. And she was a star fucker. A terrible, terrible star fucker. Jerri was a senior and she had carefully worked her way up the Lockwood High ladder, starting out on the freshman cheerleading squad, graduating to the junior varsity squad and finally making it to the varsity squad in her junior year. At the beginning of her senior year, she lost her place on the squad to Leslie Bodant. The girls both came from New Haana, and they were complete opposites. Leslie was brassy and loud and extroverted. Jerri was prim and shy and quiet.
Leslie came on like a tiger. She was short-merely five feet two inches tall-and built like a steam roller. She had enormous breasts, for her size and physique. They were big, ripe breasts and they looked like twin melons.
She had short legs and she walked like a man and she had a hysterical laugh. Jerri was tall and thin and she had fine bones and long, straight brown hair which she often wore in pigtails. Her breasts were small and high and firm. Yet the difference between the two girls was quite simple: Leslie went down. Jerri did not. Jerri belonged to the choir and she was always in the chorus for the spring musical and she belonged to the Honor Society and she was fifth in the class. She took advanced science and math courses and she wanted to go to college and study astronomy. She was the class historian and the editor of the school newspaper.
In every way, she was a model student, a model girl and a model American. She was also tight and dry and terminally virginal. If she had not joined the cheerleading squad, she would still have her hymen. Leslie belonged to no clubs. She participated in no activities. She sent away to shady organizations for fake identification so that she could get into bars. She smoked pot on the weekends and thought a lot about getting all the hot studs on the football team up between her legs.
She discovered masturbation when she was nine and she played with herself furiously three or four times a day, often ducking into a lavatory stall to have a quick thrill between classes. She took home economics courses and metal shop and remedial reading. She was very, very bright and she knew how to play dumb. The girls were the two most popular on the entire campus and they were the only girls from New Haana to achieve this distinction. New Haana was proud of them and they were proud of themselves and they could not stand each other. They could not stand each other, mostly because of the incident of the varsity cheerleading squad.
Leslie's appointment to the varsity squad was unprecedented and Jerri hotly contested it. Having worked her way up from the bottom, she did not see that some upstart should be handed a place on the squad on a silver platter.
She had nothing against Leslie, personally, she stressed. Yet in principle, she objected. She objected very strongly. "Now, Chrissy," she said to the co-captain. "You know we can't lower our standards like this and go around accepting freshmen for the varsity squad. A spot on the squad is something special. We all worked for it. I worked for it. No matter how good the girl is, she ought to learn her place and work up from the bottom like the rest of us. Otherwise we'll cheapen the status of the squad."
Jerri spoke with conviction. Her fists clenched and her voice shook with emotion. "Oh, come on, Jerri, don't be such a straight arrow, will you?" Chrissy said. She looked at the seven other girls who sat in a circle. They had just voted on the new members of the team and they chose juniors and seniors and Leslie Bodant. Jerri was incensed. "I don't care how good she is," Jerri said. "She's a freshman." She looked around at her friends. They didn't care how good Leslie was, either. In fact, they all knew that Leslie was not very good at all.
But she was useful. She knew boys and she knew how to get her hands on some really fine Columbian dope and an occasional gram of hash. She could get into all the bars and she cut class consistently and never got caught. She knew how to give terrific head. To the members of the varsity cheerleading squad at Lockwood Gorge High School, she was indispensable.
To Chrissy, the co captain, she was more than indispensable. She was promised. Chrissy promised her a place on the squad. She promised it in exchange for the kind of sex she thought girls could never have. Leslie ate her out, but good and now she simply had to put her on the squad. Chrissy thought about that. She thought about Leslie eating her out. She liked to think about it. It was almost better in reflection than it had been at the time.
Leslie ran up to her out behind the girls' gym one afternoon. Chrissy had been practicing outside with the other girls on the squad and she was alone outside. Leslie followed the girls around all day. She had to get one of them to convince the rest to pick her for the squad. She wanted two boys on the football team and she wanted them very badly and she knew that the best way to the quarterback's cock was through the varsity cheerleading squad. She had to get on the squad.
She knew that Chrissy was the most influential. Chrissy and Jerri Hall were the co-captains. She ruled out Jerri. They were both from New Haana and they were popular in the town and they were more or less rivals.
But Chrissy. Leslie thought the girl could use a good workout. And she knew how to give her one. "Hi," she said, the day she ran up to Chrissy. "Hi," Chrissy said. She was used to having lots of admirers run up to her all the time and she ignored Leslie. "I'm Leslie Bodant. One of my friends is on the squad."
"Oh, really?" Chrissy said. "Jerri Hall. We're both from New Haana. I want to be on the squad, too." Chrissy tossed her long, blonde hair and tried to dismiss the girl. She couldn't dismiss her breasts, that much was for sure. They were so big and the rest of her was so small.
Chrissy envied her those breasts. Leslie caught her looking at her. She knew how to get to the point. "You want to fuck?" she said. Chrissy looked at her. She really did not know what to say.
"Of course you want to," Leslie said. "Everybody does."
She grabbed Chrissy's hand and dragged the girl up the hill towards the girls' gym. Chrissy pulled away from her hand. "You want to go out in the woods?" Leslie said. She turned from the girls' gym and pulled Chrissy back down the hill. They ran out into a cornfield that lay alongside the school. "This good?" Leslie said. Chrissy was out of breath. The girl was very strong and she had not really been able to object. Now, before she could get in a word, Leslie put her arms around Chrissy's waist and she plunged her tongue deep into the girl's, mouth. He tongue went far back into the girl's mouth and she flicked the tip of her tongue at her soft palate.
Their tongues slurped together and their lips puckered. Chrissy tried to resist, but Leslie held her very hard and her grip was insistent and her tongue was knowing. Chrissy could not resist because she really did not want to. She could feel the fluids warming up inside her cunt, like a refrigerator defrosting, when all the ice melts and drips down off the walls of the refrigerator. Chrissy's cunt was defrosting. She did not know what to say and to Leslie's credit, she was not given much of a chance to say anything. Leslie licked and sucked at her tongue and her lips and she pressed her hips hard up against the girl's groin. Chrissy was wet through the panties of her little practice uniform. She moaned and she shivered and she wanted it.
Leslie pulled down Chrissy's panties. She stuck her head up into the girl's cunt, up under the skirt of Chrissy's practice uniform. Chrissy stood still, among the corn stalks, with her panties down to her knees and Leslie's face up under her skirt. Leslie went knowingly to work on the girl's cunt. She parted her spongy lips. Chrissy had big, swollen, spongy lips and they parted easily. They were covered with soft, yellow down and they were moist and hot.
Leslie held the lips apart and she squeezed them. She pinched them and squeezed them and held them open and then grabbed the smaller, inner lips which guarded Chrissy's cunt and kneaded them. She kneaded these inner lips and they were even moister than the outer lips and they were smaller and hotter. She tasted them. She slid her tongue around the edges of the girl's inner lips and tasted them.
They tasted salty and good and they were wet and warm and wonderful. Chrissy moaned. "Oh," she said. "Oh my God." Her face was pale and her knees buckled. She felt Leslie slide her tongue over the edges of her lips and Leslie's tongue was scaled and rough like a cat's tongue. She had a cat at home, Prudence and sometimes she let Prudence lick the backs of her fingers and Leslie's tongue was like Prudence's, only it was much bigger and thicker and wet and wonderful, and of course, Prudence had never licked her cunt.
Never had the pussy licked her pussy. As Leslie drove her tongue over and over her lips, Chrissy wondered why she had never let the cat lick her there. She thought about that. She thought she might be able to teach her. Leslie's teeth brought her out of her day dream. Leslie sunk her teeth into Chrissy's clit. "Oh," Chrissy shouted. Her knees buckled. She put her hands on Leslie's shoulders, to hold herself up. She could feel Leslie's teeth all over her clit. Leslie ran her teeth up and down the girl's clit, from the base to the tip. She nibbled it like she might have nibbled a chicken bone, to strip all the spare meat from it. Chrissy's hips gyrated and her face got hot and she dug her palms into Leslie's shoulders. Twinges of pleasure shot' through her cunt and up into her ass.
Leslie pushed her face hard up into Chrissy and shoved her tongue all the way back into the girl's cunt. She tapped at the back wall of Chrissy's cunt and she nibbled and licked and sucked. She held back the girl's lips with her hands and she kneaded the lips with her fingers and she slurped at the juices inside Chrissy's cunt.
Chrissy moaned. Tears streamed down her face. She played with her lips sometimes, but she had never come and she had never searched very far up into herself She had certainly never fingered her clit. She was only vaguely aware that it existed. Leslie introduced her to her clit. She lashed it with her tongue and licked it and nibbled it. She kneaded Chrissy's lips and lapped up her juices and darted her tongue deep into her cunt.
Chrissy was ready to come. Her muscles contracted and her hips and her ass were very tight and her thighs ached and she dug her fingers into Leslie's back. Leslie pulled away. "Oh," Chrissy said. "Please, don't stop. Don't leave me here. Finish me off, please." Leslie looked up at her. "I want a spot on the varsity squad," she said.
Chrissy blushed even deeper than she already had. Her hips quivered and her fists clenched. "Oh," Chrissy said. "Oh, oh."
"Put me on the squad and I'll finish you off," she said. Chrissy tried to relax. She tried to calm down her muscles and her clit and her lips and her body. But she could not. "Oh, yes," she yelled. "Yes, yes. I'll do what I can. Just please, please finish me off." Leslie finished her off. She finished her off so hard, that Chrissy had screamed loudly enough to be overheard by the cross country team, as they took their laps around the outdoor track on the other side of the school building. She screamed so loud she almost shattered glass. And she had chosen Leslie to be on the squad. Chrissy wondered how many of the other girls Leslie had bargained with. She looked at her seven squad mates. She knew she had plied some of them with drugs and others of them with boys, or with alcohol. She suspected that Jerri Hall was the only girl on the squad whom Leslie had not approached. She looked at Jerri and listened to her complaints and she decided there was only one thing to do. "If you don't like it, Jerri," she said, "then we can use Leslie to replace you and you can find another squad." Several of the girls gasped, but no one objected and Jerri looked straight at Chrissy. They had been friends and she did not believe that her friend could now betray her like this. And for that very reason, she said, "Alright." She wanted to see if Chrissy meant it. And Chrissy did. Jerri Hall was off the team and Leslie Bodant was on and the greatest rivalry in the history of Lockwood Gorge High School had only just begun.
CHAPTER TWO
Leslie Bodant was a certain type of New Haana girl. She was a townie. A borough, rather than simply a town, New Haana lay outside the jurisdiction of the township of Lesbos, within whose boundaries it lay. The borough was small and sparsely populated and its inhabitants were split between families who orbited around the AT&T plant that went up nearby in the late sixties and families whose social life revolved around the town proper of New Haana. New Haana is a Post Office and a rusty stop sign and a bridge across the Raritan River branch which separates the town from its outlying residential districts. Leslie Bodant lived in New Haana, in the town proper, several houses up from the Post Office and within walking distance of the bridge and the rusty stop sign.
The bridge was the town youth hang out.
No one ever drove over the bridge, except people who wanted to go in and out of New Haana-and New Haana was hardly on the way to or from any place of circumstance-and the Chief of Police. Once or twice a year he arrested a youth for vagrancy and he usually scowled at the boys-mostly boys-who hung out on the bridge, but they didn't happen to give two shits.
"I do not happen to give two shits about the fucking sheriff, or the fucking chief of police, or whatever he calls himself," one boy said, as the chief drove by a group of them.
The boy happened to be the fucking sheriff or chief of police's nephew.
That was the way it was in the town proper of New Haana. Everyone was related.
The boys who hung out on the bridge were all from just a few families and their last names were Burd and Baylee and Beem.
The Burds and the Baylees and the Beems were among the oldest families in New Haana. There were lots of them, lots of Burds and Baylees and Beems and they married each other and got drunk together at the Vernoy Inn and the girls got pregnant young and had to marry and the boys were tough and they all had big cocks.
They were in the minority in New Haana and the knowledge that they were a vanishing breed, fading away under the onslaught of AT&T executives, made them tougher and more pregnant and even better hung.
On Halloween they went into the outlying residential districts and soaped up the windows of all the newest residents of New Haana and they defecated on their lawns and hung their naked asses out of car windows.
They listened to rock and roll music, heavy rock and roll music, Chuck Berry and Fats Domino and Little Richard and Jerry Lee Lewis and the Drifters and the Coasters and Chubby Checker.
They stood around on the bridge and talked about fucking and they called their cocks "weeners," and they held their weeners and pissed off the bridge and farted so that everyone could hear and they all drank beer.
They drank a lot of beer.
When the boys were about twelve they started to fuck and by the time they were sixteen, with learners permits in their pockets, they were out with a cousin or a niece, a Burd or a Baylee or a Beem and they humped the girls in the back seats of 57 Chevys.
The girls all learned early and they started fucking long before the boys and many of them got it on for the very first time with Old Red Beem, the proprietor of the Vernoy Inn, an old fat man who had never been outside of New Haana in his life and had removed young girls' cherries for almost thirty years.
If, by some miracle, the boys did not impregnate their cousins and nieces when they fucked them in the Chevys, then they went back to the bridge and talked about it and yet another day was passed with yet another round of farting and pissing and held weeners and sneers at the fucking sheriff of chief of police, their uncle.
It was to such boys that Leslie Bodant lost her virginity.
She was one of the few girls in the town not a Beem or a Burd or a Baylee to be associated with the boys and she did it because she knew that they had all been fucking the same girls for fifty years and would welcome a chance to explore virgin cunt.
She was the new frontier. The path up her vagina was the Lewis and Clark trail. By the time she got to high school, the trail had been dug and paved and turned into a four lane super highway. But the first time she got some cock up her quivering twat, she still thought of herself as a virgin. Not that she had her hymen, because she lost that when she was horseback riding, as a child of nine. There had been a lot of blood and her father turned red and her mother tried to explain and that night she opened herself up for a look. It was a look which would serve her a lifetime. She had her first orgasm that night and for three years she contemplated the possibility of getting a boy to bring her off.
Her parents moved to New Haana when she was eleven, to live with her ailing Grandmother and though she was not a Burd, Baylee, or Beem, she immediately ingratiated herself to the clan. She hung out on the bridge with the boys. She was one tough chick. She drank beer and when she was twelve she smoked dope and she watched them pee off the bridge into the river below it and she did not even blanch. That surprised the boys. They were used to girls who found their weeners disgusting, or "gross," or "icky." She thought they were very nice. They were poor boys and some of them were uncircumcised, but that did not bother her, either. They were grateful. Some of them were ashamed of their cocks and when she did not turn away and make a face when the boys flashed them, they decided that she was alright. She was alright for another reason. She had tits. Few of the girls her age had tits like she had. Her tits grew faster than the rest of her body and she was top heavy and heavily laden with bosom. Big tits. "Big fucking tits," the boys would say, when they saw her in the school playground. She knew they wanted her. The idea suited her just fine. She wanted a man and even though they were just boys, she thought they would do. All of them, or a few of them, or one or two of them. They were just boys, but she was only twelve. She could hardly try and get it on with her Social Studies teacher. He was cute and his crotch bulged, but he was also married, and she did not think he would want to cheat on his wife for a twelve year old. So she decided that the Burds and the Beems and the Baylees would have to do. She never could tell a Beem from a Burd, but she didn't care. She just wanted to fuck.
She finally lost it on Halloween night.
Somehow, she managed to convince her mother that she was going trick or treating with friends and she left the house dressed as a rock and roll singer, like Janis Joplin, or Grace Slick. She wore jeans with holes in them and peace signs painted on them and she was braless and wore a tank t- shirt and a lot of beads around her neck.
She had washed her hair and braided it when it was wet and when she took out the tiny braids, her dark blonde hair was fluffy and thick and kinky. She wore a head band with a peace sign in it and she had sandals on her feet. She looked like a whore. She met the boys at the bridge, as she had arranged and she picked one out. She walked up to the bridge where they had strung up a stuffed, red dummy and she looked quickly around at the boys and chose one at random.
They all looked the same to her. All that mattered was that they had those big cocks, those big cocks that seemed to run in the family, so the legend went.
You could always tell a native Haanan from a newcomer, they said, by taking down his pants.
That was what she wanted to do. She wanted to take down some Hannan's pants and get that family trademark hard up inside of her. The boy she picked out was called Frankie. "Hi, Frankie," she said to him. "You like my costume?" Frankie was dumbfounded. It was going to be his lucky night. He colored and wondered which one of his brothers had the Chevy that evening. The other boys whistled. "Oh, baby," one of them said. "You are a sight for sore eyes."
"Don't she look cool," another agreed. They held their weeners and tried not to fart and they did not even piss over the side of the bridge. They were in the presence of a lady, in the strictly New Haanan sense. "Let's raise hell," Leslie said. "Isn't it Hallowe'en?"
"Woo, boy, that's what I like in a chick," one of the boys said. "Balls."
"That's what I like in a boy," Leslie said, and she squeezed Frankie's hand. "Balls." The boys just stared and one of them whistled. Frankie pulled out his harmonica and he played the only song he knew. It was Chuck Berry's "Carol."
"Ain't you got nothing better to put in your mouth?" Leslie drawled.
Frankie looked pale and excited. "Come on," he said, "let's get this hell night on the go, here." The boys whooped and hollered and they piled into one of the boy's hot rods and zipped up the hill out of town.
Leslie had to sit on Frankie's lap and she pressed her ass hard against his hard cock and she wrapped his arms around her so that he could feel her hard nipples through her thin blouse. "Oh, whee!" one of the boys shouted. He was squeezed into the space next to Frankie and he watched Leslie's breasts. "You got yourself quite a girl, there, Frankie," he hollered. They sped out of town and into the housing developments wherein lived the AT&T executives and their families. They jumped out of the car and ran around with bars of soap and rolls of toilet paper. They soaped car windows and front door windows and the elementary school windows. They left toilet paper strewn over trees and around the banisters on front porches. They hurled rotten eggs and tomatoes at anything moving. One boy dropped a bag of horse shit on the front porch of a house, lit it on fire, rang the doorbell and ran around to the back of the house. When the owner came out, he jumped up and down on the horse shit to extinguish the flames and the boy rang the back doorbell and the owner ran through the house and spread hot manure all across the living room before he reached the back door to come face to ass with the boy's asshole. The boy whooped and pulled up his pants and he ran off. The boys drank beer and they played their radio very loud and they shouted obscenities and held their weeners and flashed their naked asses at trick or treaters. Leslie sat in the back of the car and laughed and encouraged them and kneaded Frankie's bulging crotch. She loved every minute of it. She loved the whole thing. And she wanted to fuck very, very badly. She urged the boys on. She persuaded them to drive to an abandoned shack which lay along the banks of the river. She made Frankie make them promise to wait in the car while the two of them went inside the shack, alone, together.
She and Frankie went into the shack. She held his hand. He was drunk and he stumbled towards the shack. They went inside. Leslie took stock of the situation. She saw an old mattress in the corner and it looked clean enough.
"Over there," she said to Frankie.
She walked over to the mattress and took off her pants and her top and she was naked. "Fuck me," she said. "Baby, fuck me." She was naked and she spread her thick lips and she moaned and played with herself. Frankie was too drunk. "Sorry," he said. "Too fucking much beer. Can't get the weener here to give you a hand."
"What!" Leslie said. She walked over to Frankie and she slapped him. "What do you mean, you can't help me? Of course you can." She reached down inside Frankie's pants and she found out that he was telling the truth. Limp as an old rag. "Well," she said. "There's more where this came from." Leslie walked naked out of the shack, and stood in front of the door. "You boys," she called. "You Burds or Beems or Baylees! Come on in here." The boys stirred in the car. "Hey, Amos. Ain't that Leslie calling us from the shed?" one of the boys said. "Nah, leave 'em alone, Rufus," the other said. "They're having a good time."
"I tell you, she's calling us," the first boy said again. He leaned over and turned on the headlights and the lights illuminated Leslie's naked figure against the shack. "Frankie's all tuckered out," she called. "One of you boys want to come in here and give me a hand?"
"Hot damn!" the boys yelled, almost in unison. They scrambled out of the car towards Leslie. They stumbled over each other to get to her. Amos reached her first. "You'll do," she said, looking the boy over. He looked just like Frankie. To her, they were all the same. "Come on," she said. "I got to be home, soon." She took him by the hand and led him inside the shack to the mattress. "Right here," she said. He stared at her. Her naked body was voluptuous and exciting. Her breasts were big, very, very big, and they hung down towards her stomach. Her nipples were big, too and they were pink and the tips on them were like pencil erasers.
She was not a thin girl and she had plenty of flesh around her middle, flesh to hang onto and to nibble and to squeeze. He hair was long and frizzy and dirty blonde and the hair at her cunt was deep brown.
It hung all over her lips. She never trimmed it and it crawled down her thighs and over her thighs and it was thick and smelled strong and good. She was wet and bits of liquid dripped down her inner thighs from the lips of her hot, moist, meaty cunt.
The boy stared at her and she moaned. He had never seen a girl like this. His cousins and his nieces and his sisters and his aunts and his mother were all slim hipped women with small, hard breasts and they smelled bad.
Leslie was fleshy and voluptuous and she smelled clean and strong and sexy and he got very, very hard between his legs.
"Get those clothes off and fuck me," Leslie said. That was new to him, too. The other girls did not really like it. Often they kept their dresses on and they made him keep his pants on and he had to poke his weener out of the flap in his shorts and out the zipper of his pants.
They frowned when he fucked them and afterwards they would not speak to him.
One of the girls sucked him once and she had spit his stuff out the car window and told him he was disgusting. He firmly believed he was disgusting. Yet there stood Leslie, naked and beautiful like a movie star and better than any pictures he had ever seen in magazines and she was asking him to fuck her. Begging him to fuck her. He stared and then he came to and he got out of his clothes as quickly as he ever had in his life. He did not have a nice face, but he had a good body, because he had worked all his life and his muscles were hard. And his cock was very big. He was a little ashamed of it. He tried to hide it behind his hands. "Stand up straight," Leslie commanded. "I want to see you." He took his hands away from his cock and straightened out and his cock pointed out into the room at a forty five degree angle to his hips. It was a thick cock and very long and she thought it looked good enough to eat, like a roll of hard salami. "Oh," she said. "That's very nice." She ran her eyes up and down his naked body. His muscles were big and hard and his skin was reddened from the sun. His ass was pale and his cheeks were big and he had wide, strong hips. She liked his hips. She liked his ass. She liked his cock. She was terribly, terribly turned on by the sight of his big, strong, naked, male body.
"Oh," she said. "You have the most exciting body." He was stunned. He had never been told he had any kind of body at all, much less a nice one. For that matter, the only people who had ever seen it were his brothers and his friends when they swam naked in the river and they were all boys and they never talked about what their bodies were like, except maybe to notice that one of them had a crooked weener, or a very small one. Leslie told him he had a nice body. She got down on her knees and took so many inches of his nice body into her mouth. She sucked him like a power motor.
He jerked off once into a vacuum cleaner and his brother Ed gave him hand jobs when they were kids and two or three girls had blown him, but none of it was ever like this. The girl was good and she enjoyed it. She slurped and sucked and moaned and she pulled away and licked her lips. "I want to taste your stuff," she said, "after you come inside me." He had never been so hard and he took her there on the old mattress and drove his big Burd or Baylee or Beem weener all the way into her and she shouted. All the other boys stood at the outside of the shack door and they listened to her shouting. She shouted very loud and he pumped into her. "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh," he said with each thrust and with each thrust he pushed deeper and deeper down into her.
Her ass banged down into the mattress and she wrapped her legs up around his back and tightened the muscles in her cunt around his dick. It filled her all the way, filled her up to the very walls of her cunt and she screamed and squeezed as hard as she could on his cock and he banged into her, uh, uh, uh, uh. She shouted. "Oh, my God, oh my angel, oh, yes, oh, oh, oh." He felt her tighten herself around his cock, and he panted and pinched her tits and licked her nipples and banged into her as hard and as fast as he had ever banged into anyone in his entire life.
The boys outside listened as he panted and she screamed and they pounded against the mattress and into the floor. She shouted very loud and then the noises subsided. He drew out of her and she licked him dry. "Um," she said, "it tastes just like tapioca pudding." He did not know what tapioca pudding was, but he liked the sound if it and it was a whole other world from having his stuff spit out the car window.
He thought he was in love.
Leslie knew better, but she let him bang her several dozen more times and they became steadies, of a sort and she had it off with three of his brothers and two of his cousins and his nephew and his uncle. And she fucked him a lot. When she got to high school she knew it was time to move on and she needed badly to graduate from the Burds and the Beems and the Baylees and from Amos, her more or less steady, to the nice clean boys from the other townships who played football.
CHAPTER THREE
Jerri Hall was the other kind of New Haanan. Her parents moved to New Haana when she was three, with the wave of newcomers who arrived with the opening of the AT&T plant.
Jerri was born in Danbury, Connecticut and her parents were not wild about moving to New Jersey. But they went where the jobs went and the jobs went to New Haana, New Jersey.
They did not mind it then. Or rather, they got used to it. Jerri's mother worked at the AT&T plant, as an administrator and her husband stayed at home and did the housework.
It was an unusual arrangement, but it worked very well.
The two had married straight out of college and they vowed that they would let the person with the better job call the shots. And Jerri's mother had the better job. When she became pregnant with Jerri, she took a leave of absence, but her husband insisted that she return to the job. He wanted to stay at home and take care of the baby. Jerri hardly knew her mother and she spent a great deal of time with her father. He bathed her and changed her and fed her when she was a baby and he toilet trained her and taught her to ride the bicycle and when she had her first period he explained the menstrual cycle to her and he told her about the facts of life and one day he caught her masturbating and he told her that it was fine. She had seen her father naked and he had a big cock and it swung between his legs and she like him very much.
And she was determined that she would remain a virgin until she married. She wanted to marry someone just like her father. She did everything to please him. She got good grades and she kept her room neat and tidy. She joined the choir and she was a cheerleader. He always called her "my little cheerleader." She was pure and chaste and the day that she was dropped from the squad, she cried all the way home on the bus and she ran into her house and she looked for her father and she found him with his big rod inside the Avon Lady.
They did not see her. She ran through the house and found them in the laundry room. Small and carpeted, the laundry room held a washer and a dryer, Westinghouse models and a wash basin, a cabinet filled with Pledge and Endust and Tide and Windex and a big mirror.
Jerri ran into the kitchen. Tears streamed down her face. She could not find her father. She was unhappy and she needed a hug from her Daddy. Her Daddy had his arms around something far more interesting to him, at that very moment. She saw the things on the table, the bag and the cosmetics and then she heard the noises. "Oh, yes. Oh, my. Oh, oh, oh." She did not recognize that voice and she knew it was not her mother. She moved towards the laundry room and she stopped dead in her tracks when she heard the other voice. Her father's voice. "Oh, baby. Oh, yes." She heard grunts and she heard slurping. She went to the door of the room and watched in the mirror, which hung on the far wall of the room. She could not see her father, or the Avon Lady, but she could see their reflections. And she could certainly hear them. "Oh, God."
"Oh, yes. Don't stop. Oh, don't stop."
From what Jerri could see, she could tell that the Avon Lady was very attractive. She had small, high, firm breasts. They swept up and the nipples were small with big tips. They looked soft and rubbery and pliable. Her ass was big and fleshy. Her cheeks were like half moons and her cunt hair crawled from her pussy up to her asshole. Her legs were long and trim and shapely and her hair was very deep red and full. All her hair was red. Her cunt hair was red. Her father was naked and excited. Jerri watched him in the mirror. She put her hands between her legs and watched her father. She had seen her father naked, but never erect. It was very surprising.
For one thing, his cock stood up straight. It pointed out into the room at an angle to his balls and it was very big and hard. She did not know that cocks did that. She thought they stayed the same size and hung down between men's legs and just got very hard.
But her father's cock was hard and it was big and it bounced. Every time he moved it bounced a little, up and down, like it was made of elastic. And it was red. It was not red, not the times she had seen it. It was pale like a fish when she saw it and limp, but now it was big and hard and it bounced up and down like a super ball, except a different shape.
Her father's cock. She watched his cock in the mirror and she tightened her legs around her hands. She was a little wet down there and she was not sure why. Her father had a nice body, a hard, mature body with black hair all over it and his black hair contrasted nicely against the Avon Lady's red hair.
Jerri thought of that. She tried to think of color combinations, as she watched her father take the girl's breasts in his hands and squeeze them. He gathered up her breasts. The palms of his hands just covered her nipples and about a third of her breasts and he held them and kneaded them. He pressed his body up against hers and Ins cock throbbed hot and big against her stomach. They kissed. Their tongues went into each other's mouths and slurped and gulped and slobbered.
Jerri watched them get each other wet all over their faces. Her father put his hands in all her red hair and played with it. He stroked her hair and twirled it around his fingers. He spread his fingers like the teeth of a comb and ran his hand down the length of her full, red hair.
She ran her hands over his back. She had long fingers and rounded finger tips and she traced the outlines of his muscles with her fingers. She ran her fingers from his shoulder blades to his ass and she grabbed his buttocks, one in each hand and squeezed them. "Mmmm," he said. He pulled her very close to him and held her tight. He pressed his cock hard up against her groin and Jerri could no longer see it. It was lost in her stomach.
Her breasts pressed up against his hairy chest. He rubbed his chest all over the nice, well formed breasts and Jerri watched them harden. "Oh," the girl in her father's arms said. She squeezed his buttocks very hard and pulled him up into her. He grunted when she pulled his hips up into her. They kissed and they licked each other. He licked her nose and her lips and he licked her neck. He drew a line of saliva down between her breasts and circled around her belly button. He gathered up her buttocks in his hands and held them.
She sighed. He aimed for her nipples with his mouth and he flicked the points of her nipples with his big, pink tongue. He teased and lashed at her nipples and he sucked on them. His mouth made a puckering sound as he sucked on each of her nipples and he licked her breasts. He slid his tongue all the way out of his mouth and drew it up the underside of her breasts, very slowly and very steadily, until his tongue reached one of the nipples.
He nibbled both nipples and lolled his tongue over and over on top of her breasts, in small, tight circles, She tipped back her head and she opened her mouth and moaned. Her hands dug into his buttocks and her fingernails left fed marks across the flesh of his buttocks. He licked up the underside of each breast, over and over again and slid the fingers of his hands down the crack of her ass and pressed up against her sphincter muscle. She moaned, one long moan. "Oooooohhhhhhh," she said. He dropped to his knees. His big cock tapped at the floor. It bounced up and down and its tip hit the carpet between his knees. He moved his big, able hands from her ass to her cunt and played in her red cunt hair. He twirled her cunt hair around his fingers and pulled at it. When he pulled at her hair, he lifted back the flaps of her cunt. The flaps were big and moist and pink and swollen and when he let them flap back into place, they made a little slapping, splashing sound.
He licked her cunt. He held back one of her lips and slid his tongue up the edge of the Up and he did this to each of her lips in turn.
She trembled and rested her hands on his shoulders. Her knees shook. She could barely stand.
He nibbled her clit. He parted her lips with his tongue and dug down to her clit and he nibbled it as if it were a carrot. "Oh my God," she shouted. His cock bounced high up into the air and it beat against the carpet. She held onto his shoulders and leaned back. Her red hair flowed out behind her head and nearly touched the floor. Her stomach arched out in front of her and she bent way, way back. All the muscles in her thighs and in her stomach stretched out and she closed her eyes.
She concentrated on his tongue. Her head bobbed up and down, freely and all the blood rushed to her temples. She was dizzy and her muscles stretched. She leaned back and concentrated on his tongue.
His tongue was at the tip of her clit. He rested it there. He lay it over the very tip of her clit and let some of his saliva drip down into her cunt. She had a fleshy, oozing cunt. Her juices were warm and salty and pungent. Her cunt was soft and meaty and moist.
The creased, wrinkled skin worked into hot red folds of throbbing flesh.
He licked the folds and wrinkles of the hot red throbbing flesh of her meaty, moist cunt.
He slid his tongue down into her cunt as if into a carton of yogurt, to lap the last drops of culture from the bottom of the container. He lapped the drops of cunt culture from the bottom of her container. He traced the outer wrinkles of her cunt with the tip of his tongue. He slapped her clit up and down and nibbled on it. He pushed his whole face into her. She screamed. Her head dangled over backwards and her chest rose as she drew in a deep breath and she screamed. "Aaaaarrrrgggghhhh," she screamed. He lapped and nipped and sucked and nibbled at her cunt and lips and clit and his tongue went deep into her. He tasted her juices. He drank her juices and tasted her flesh and smeared her all over his face. His face was covered with her and he pulled it out and tipped her forward and she licked him clean. She moaned and she cried and her tongue lapped at the hot juices that dripped from his face. She got on her knees and spread the cheeks of his ass. He bent over and his asshole opened up. It was pink and loose. She licked it. Her tongue was wide and pointed and coated with her cunt juices. She held her hands around his thighs and she stuck out her tongue. Her tongue was flat like the back of a hand and it hung very far out of her mouth. She pressed her tongue up against his asshole. It squeezed down between his buttocks and she moved her hands from his thighs and put them on his cheeks and as she held his buttocks apart, she pressed her whole tongue up against his asshole. The tip of her tongue reached all the way to the underside of his balls and the base of her tongue reached almost to the small of his back.
She pressed hard up against his asshole, against his sphincter muscle and she drew her tongue over him.
She tilted her head back and drew her tongue over his asshole.
The tip of her tongue slid along like the caboose of a train over his tracks, the balls to asshole line and she dug the tip of her tongue down into his skin and left a stinging stream of saliva from the ridge in his sack to the very top of his crack.
He moaned and grabbed his cock. She repeated this over and over again. She licked him and pressed hard against his rectum with all her might. She did not have most of her strength in her tongue, but she managed to convince him that it was a muscle with which to contend. His asshole winked. It popped open and shut and open and shut and little bubbles of sweat and juices formed in his crack. He howled and held his cock and his balls were hard against his groin, big and hard and purple. He held his cock so that he would not shoot his stuff. He did not want to shoot his stuff, yet. That was for the grand finale. He held his cock at the very tip, right under his glands and his balls worked in vain to pump semen out of his cock and his cock strained against itself. The muscles in his stomach tightened and the muscles in his asshole contracted and winked and pulsated. She slid her tongue up his asshole. It felt like a warm, slimy snake slithering its way up his asshole. His muscles parted to let it through. His muscles eased against the contours -of her tongue and he could feel his rectum spread to make room for her. As her tongue worked up into him, it became cold against his insides and his torso twisted back and forth as she slithered up into him. Her tongue was big inside of him and hard and clammy at the tip and warm at the base and the muscles far up inside him recoiled against the very tip of her tongue and the muscles close to his hole pulsated.
They contracted and expanded and contracted and expanded and they felt like a big, mushy, contoured beating heart. He had seen beating hearts on TV and they throbbed, slowly, hearts, they opened and closed like fists and they were wrinkled and red and puckered and so was his asshole.
His asshole was a puckering, pulsating heart which she pierced with the arrow of her big, pointed tongue. Then she pulled her tongue out. Slowly, very slowly she drew it down out of him, millimeter by millimeter and he felt every pore inside of him ease back into place as her tongue retreated.
She pulled her tongue all the way out of him and licked the outside of his asshole and the muscles of his rectum quivered and pumped. They pumped at his balls and he wanted to come. The muscles in his asshole pumped and sputtered like they did when he jerked off and sometimes slid a finger up his ass and felt the muscles contracting and pushing against each other when he came.
They did that now, out of control. He got up and commanded, "Get on your knees." She crouched on the floor on her hands and knees and hoisted her ass up into the air behind her. Her cunt lips were thick and wet and they winked just below her brown, funky asshole. He got behind her and mounted her like a dog. He plunged his cock down into her cunt and reached up to her breasts and grabbed them. He held her breasts very hard in his hands, with the bases of his palms up against the undersides of her breasts and his fingers playing over her nipples.
He started slowly, pushing the whole of his cock up into her inch by inch. He felt her lips ooze over his cock and she felt herself slowly fill up. He slid deep into her until he felt the tip of his cock thud against the outer wall of her cunt and then he retreated and pulled his cock very slowly out of her.
She tightened her thigh muscles as he pulled out and he pulled hard and the pressure against his cock was very great. He pulled his cock out to her lips and just his tip rested at her outer lips and then he went back in, a little faster. She panted and moaned and her hips pushed back at him. He slid his cock all the way up inside her, and he felt every inch of her and then he drew his cock back out. He kneaded her breasts and his fingers slid over her nipples. He played with her nipples and she moaned. He went down into her much harder and stayed down inside her and twisted his hips around in circles. He twisted his hips around and around like a gyrating belly dancer and on each downward stroke he plunged deep and hard into her. She panted and moaned and her mouth hung open and she drooled. Her hips circled around with his and she thrust back at him. Her nipples were hard. Her breasts tingled and all the muscles in her stomach and in her groin tightened. He twisted his hips around and around and plunged. He grabbed her breasts as if to support himself and straightened his hips and aimed his cock down into her and he started pumping very fast. "Uh, uh, uh, uh," he said, as he pumped very hard and very fast into her. Thrust, thrust, thrust, he heaved himself all the way down into her and drew just a little way out and went back down again. She lurched forward and moaned. Her hips plunged back at him and her breasts ached as he held them hard like handles and supported all of his weight on her back. His thrusts grew more and more frequent and more manic and he was a piston engine that beat away at her. Pump, pump, pump, very hard and very fast.
She groaned and her fingers dug into the floor. His saliva dripped down onto her back and hers dripped down onto her hands. They sweated. Then he pulled out of her. She screamed and she bobbed her hips frantically in the air at him and tried to reach his cock. Her hips reached back and back and back and she moaned and she was tight and hot and ready and he kneeled behind her. "Please," she screamed. "Please, oh please oh please ohpleaseohplease," she begged. He let her beg. He held onto his cock and listened as she begged, then he landed two, good, long, excruciatingly slow strokes into her and one very fast one and they both came. He came in three spurts and they broke out of him very slowly. He felt his cock discharge the semen and the spurts were terribly long and straining and it took him at least forty five seconds to drain his cock of all the semen. Her clit was stiff and her muscles tense, and they released, like a rubber band when you release it, after you have twirled it over and over around itself.
Her insides were like that rubber band and they unknotted and relaxed and her hips bobbed around and she quivered and moaned. Jerri ran upstairs with her hands between her legs. She was only halfway up the stairs before she started to climax. The climax was short and sharp and she liked it very much. It was her first. She realized at that very moment the difference between Leslie Bodant and herself and she did not put it in terms of New Haana.
What she realized was that she was the sort of woman her father married and Leslie was the sort of woman her father fucked.
She wanted to belong in the latter category.
She wanted to be a Leslie Bodant in life and not a Jerri Hall.
She wanted to be the sort of girl her father would love enough to fuck.
And she resolved to do two things: get Leslie Bodant off the team; learn how to fuck.
She lay on her bed and lay plans for the next few months.
CHAPTER FOUR
And Leslie was the talk of the team.
"Did you get a fucking look at that babe?" the quarterback said to his center one day in the locker room after practice.
The boys were muscular and they were hung and they hid their hardened cocks from each other as they talked about the new cheerleader.
"I saw them," the center said. "They're gorgeous." The quarterback grabbed his hard cock and walked off into the steamy shower, muttering. He did not want to beat off in front of his teammates.
They had all seen them and them was Leslie, or, rather, Leslie's tits.
She wore nothing more than a tight sweater to all the cheerleading practices and all the guys stopped by from time to time and watched the girls practice. Her tits bobbed up and down when she moved. She wore only a sweater over them. The sweater was very tight and her nipples got hard and excited when the fabric of the sweater rubbed against them. Her nipples pointed out against the sweater. Her tits bobbed. The guys watched her and they got hard ons. Leslie watched them get hard and she smiled. Her mission had been accomplished. She was going to get the team up inside her. She knew it.
She was very happy and she had only two things to worry about: Jerri Hall and Amos Burd or Beem or Baylee. She had never bothered to find out his last name. She did not yet know that Jerri was a problem. But she was very aware of Amos. Amos did not want to give her up. That he had a big, big prick was hardly consolation enough for Leslie. She wanted more than big cocks. She wanted prestigious ones. And Amos did not happen to possess a particularly prestigious cock. "I might as well go out in your back yard and go down on the hogs as take you up my cunt," she said to him one day.
He slapped her when she said that. The slap rang out very loud. His hand left red imprints across her face. She stared at him. She neither cried nor complained. Her face was cold and stern and impassive. He sat in the front seat of his brother's fifty seven Chevy. His pants were down around his knees and his hardened cock wilted.
He looked at her red, stinging face, where his fingers had left wide marks against her skin and he began to cry. "I'm sorry, baby," he said. "Oh, I'm sorry." He fell over into her lap. "I didn't mean to hurt you." Tears ran down his cheeks. He rested his head in her lap and put his arms around her waist. "I love you," he said. "I always will. You got to forgive me. You just got to."
Leslie was deeply repulsed. She wondered how she ever could have made the mistake of hitching up with this Okie from New Jersey. His body shook and his sides heaved. He was wracked with sobs. He pressed his head hard into her lap and hugged at her. "Please, forgive me, baby," he said. "You got to. You got to forgive me." She could never forgive him. She could never forgive him for being ignorant and poor and lazy and acned. She could never forgive him for farting out loud and smelling like cow shit and picking his nose in movie theaters. She thought about his cock and realized it was not enough. It was big and juicy, but that was not enough. She wanted a big, juicy, rich, good looking cock with a Trans Am and a car stereo and a lot of prestige and authority. Amos's was not that cock. Over the years she had fucked him, she had come to detest everything about him except for his cock and that was the only thing that kept them together. His cock was the only thing that kept them together all that time. She had had most of the other native cocks her age in the town of New Haana and while some of them were bigger than his and some were more artful, she preferred his cock.
It was just chemicals, she guessed. She did not really know what it was about his cock that made her like it better than any other she had ever known. She had to get rid of that cock, now and find others. She was sure that there were other cocks every bit as good as his and hanging between the legs of far more desirable men. For instance the football quarterback looked to have just that kind of cock.
From the bulge in his pants, she imagined that he had quite a nice cock. And he also had a Trans Am. She wanted him very badly. She wanted to sample the entire team. She could hardly do so with this albatross of a cock tied around her neck. She had to unload him. "Baby," she said. She stroked his hair and tried hard not to recoil. She wanted to convince him. "Baby," she said, "you know I love you and I want you and I lie awake at night and dream about you." She stroked his hair mechanically and curled up her nose, but she forced herself through the routine. She had to do it.
"Baby," she said, "you have the greatest cock in the world and you know how I like to suck it." He groaned and shifted his thighs. His cock got hard. "But here is the truth. The truth is I got to swear off men for awhile, now, honey." She said whatever came into her head. She made it up as she went along. "You see, I got to go into the works of God. I learned that at the high school." Amos frowned. Fucking school ruined everything. He himself had only just gotten through the sixth grade and he was always losing friends to the goddammed high school. He didn't see what good the place ever did, except to make people think better than they ought to. "You see I learned at the high school that men and women ought not to do such things as we have been doing and I want God to accept me, because I plan to enter into the house of God, as a profession."
She could not believe that she was saying these things to him.
She could not believe that he was lying with his head in her lap and accepting them as truth. For once, she was grateful that he was so stupid. "What we do together isn't wrong and I don't regret doing any of those things and I have enjoyed them. But I have to stop, because God won't want me." Amos wanted to take her. He wanted to reach up and take her in his arms and make love to her like Elvis Presley did to Ann-Margaret in the movies.
He wanted somehow to convince her that he was better than God and that the two of them would always be happy together.
He wanted to win her love forever, to conquer her, to make love to her so well that he won her over.
He wanted her to cry and collapse in his arms and pledge her love to him forever.
But this is what he did.
He said, "Baby, will you blow me just one more time?"
Can it be that easy? she thought to herself.
"Blow me just one more time, honey and then I'll let you alone, I'll let you and God alone. Just promise me that you won't never do our stuff for God and if you decide to give him up, you'll come back to me first. I get first refusal." You drive a hard bargain, she said to herself. "Baby." she said to him, "we can still be friends." It was the kiss of death for their relationship.
Amos sat up in the seat and pushed his pants down to his ankles. His cock was hard. "You miss my weener?" he said. She hated that word. She had always hated the word. "You miss Little Amos?" She hated that even more. He called his cock Little Amos. At Lockwood High, she did notice that a lot of boys called their dicks weeners, or nickname them after themselves. "Of course I will," she lied. "I'll miss him a lot." She bent her head down to his cock. It stood up straight in the seat. It was thick and long. She licked his balls, first. His balls hung down low and they rested on the seat between his legs. They were big, hairy balls. She licked them. Her tongue was warm and it was wet. She placed the tip of her tongue at the outer edge of his sack and she found the ridge which ran up the middle of his sack and separated his balls from one another.
She moved her tongue up over his balls, in slow, upward strokes, tracing the line which ran down between his balls. She licked over and over and his balls contracted. The balls pulled up tight against his hips, until they fairly disappeared under the shaft of his cock. She licked the shaft. She started at the base of the underside of the shaft and she licked up it. She slid the tip of her tongue from the base of his cock to his glands.
She tapped her tongue on top of his glands and slid the tip of her tongue down into the slit on top of his glands. He sighed. "Oh, yes, baby," he said. "I like that." She pressed his cock against his stomach and held it there and she licked from the base of the cock up to the glands, over and over again. She pressed very hard and applied as much pressure as she could. She lingered at his balls at the beginning of each upward stroke. She licked his balls. His balls were hard and rubbery and wet and they were hot. She ran her tongue up his shaft once again, from the base of his cock at his balls to his glands. She ran her tongue over his glands. He shivered.
"Oh, yes, baby. Oh, Jesus, yes."
He wondered whether or not he ought to mention Jesus now that she was giving him up for God, but her tongue made him forget. Her tongue licked his glands. His glands was very sensitive. The skin was soft and tender and when she licked his glands, it felt to him as if someone were sandpapering the tip of his weener. He thought she was sandpapering his weener. "Oh, careful, baby, be careful," he said. He flattened his palms and put them out at his sides and begged her to be careful. She slid her sandpaper tongue over and over on top of his sensitive glands. She tasted the juices that bubbled up out of him. He tasted good and salty and hot. She slurped and smacked her lips. His cock throbbed with desire. She nibbled his cock. She clamped her teeth down on his cock, just below his glands. She held his cock in her front teeth, her incisor teeth, the teeth meant to cut things and to bite things off.
She tampered for a moment with the idea of biting off the tip of his cock. She thought that it was surely a solution to her problems, for good. Yet she thought better of the idea. She did not bite of the tip of his cock. She nibbled slowly down his cock. She started at the tip of the cock just beneath the glands and she nibbled.
She chattered her upper and lower incisors together and she worked all the way down the shaft of his cock, from the tip to the very base. Her teeth left little marks all up and down his cock, little red teeth marks. She brought her lower jaw up hard against the underside of his cock and she moved her mouth slowly down the shaft and nibbled. She sunk her teeth in harder and harder as she approached the base of his cock. "Careful, baby, careful," Amos moaned. He held his palms out and he was ready to grab her head and hold onto her in case she bit him too hard. He was terribly, terribly excited. The muscles in his ass tightened and his balls ached. Leslie nibbled back up his cock, from the base to the tip. She did it slowly and she did it a little harder.
Amos yelled.
"Easy, baby, easy," he yelled. He was on the edge, just on the verge of grabbing her head and making her stop. But he didn't stop her. He didn't stop her, because it felt very, very good. All the muscles in his stomach tensed and the nerve endings in his groin were completely on end. The hairs at the back of his neck stood up. He was a completely erect being. Everything about him was erect. Any minute now, he expected her to sink her teeth into his cock and end his sex life forever. She didn't. She didn't bite off his cock, Little Amos, although she very much wanted to. She took him into her mouth, instead. She swallowed him. She took a deep breath and she lowered her mouth down onto his dick.
His cock reached all the way back to her tonsils. She thought that she could feel it against her tonsils. She liked that. She liked to have his cock in the back of her throat. It was a very big cock. She sucked on it. She let it sit inside her mouth and she sucked on it as if it was a piece of penny candy, or a Sugar Daddy. It was a jawbreaker and she took it in her mouth and sucked on it. She pressed her tongue up against the underside of Amos's cock and she drew in little sucks with her lips and swirled saliva over his cock.
It was in her mouth like a toilet plunger down in a toilet bowl. The suction was like that. His cock and her tongue and his juices and her saliva formed a suction, insider her mouth. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her mouth. She could have taken his pulse, if her lips were sensitive enough. His cock throbbed and blood pumped into it and it ached. Amos thrust his hips up towards Leslie and panted. He could feel all the blood and the fluids in his cock pressing hard up towards the tip of his cock. His cock ached with desire. Leslie slid her mouth up and down Amos's cock. She pulled her mouth away from his cock, dragging her bottom teeth against the underside of the throbbing cock and then she went down on him again and swallowed him. His cock hit up against her tonsils when she swallowed him. She pumped up and down on him and he groaned. She took her mouth away from his cock.
"Stand up," she said to him.
Amos stood up on his feet. His knees bent and his head pressed up against the roof of the car. His naked ass pressed back against the driver's seat. His balls hung in the air and his cock danced. Leslie slid under him. She contorted her body and moved around in the car so that her mouth was directly under Amos's balls. "Now lower your balls into me," she said to Amos. He lowered his body, slowly, until his balls dipped down into Leslie's open mouth. Leslie clamped her teeth shut around his balls and she sucked on the two, meaty, rubber things. She slid her tongue over them and she lashed at them, at the balls and she rolled them around in her mouth and nibbled at them. Amos moaned. "Oh, baby, yes," he moaned. He sure as hell was going to miss her. Maybe he could teach his dog the same trick.
She sucked on his balls and she reached her hands up to his shaft and grabbed it. She grabbed the base of the shaft of his cock and she squeezed very hard. She circled her palm around his cock. She pulled up on his cock, sliding her encircled palm from the base to the glands and she pulled all the loose skin of his cock up towards the tip. All the loose skin of his cock bunched up in her hand and smooshed up towards his glands. Then she pulled her hand back down to the base of his cock, pulling all the loose skin with her hand. She pumped up and down on him like this, over and over again and he breathed in short gasps. His gasps were irregular and there was a long time between one gasp and the next gasp.
Leslie slid the index finger of her free hand up Amos's asshole. She plunged the finger right up into his asshole. Her finger did not get very far up into him before it met with some resistance.
The muscles in his asshole tightened and pushed against her finger. She pushed back and her finger and his muscles worked against each other. She sucked his balls and batted the big meaty things with the tip of her tongue. She pumped up and down on the shaft of his cock.
She shoved her finger farther and farther up into his asshole and pushed against the muscles in his rectum. He held his palms flat against the ceiling of the car and his hips bobbed up and down and he breathed irregularly and yelled.
"Oh! God! Oh! Uh! Christ! Oh! Ah!"
His hips bobbed up and down on top of Leslie's index finger and his cock throbbed and his balls ached and his asshole quivered and pumped and his palms were hard and flat against the roof of the car and his head hit the roof, thunk, thunk, thunk as he bounced up and down in the seat.
His thighs were tight and they were sore. He could feel the muscles in his thighs, tensed and exhausted.
His face was contorted and his eyes were shut. His heart beat very fast and he breathed irregularly, in little gasps. "Oh no," he said. "Oh my God. Oh, no, no, no." She plunged her finger up into him and she nibbled and sucked his balls and pumped on his cock. He was hard and excited and ready to go.
She felt him near orgasm and she slowed her movements and let him hang for a few seconds in expectation. "Oh, no, baby, please," he panted. "Please, please don't stop." He pushed his hips down and tried to pump onto her index finger. She let him have it hard up the ass. She pushed her finger hard up his ass and bit into his balls and pumped up and down on his cock two or three times in succession.
He shot semen up to the ceiling of the car. It spurted out of him like a geyser. His balls trembled and the muscles in his asshole pushed down hard at her finger. His asshole contracted and pushed, and contracted and pushed with each spurt from his cock and it pushed her finger all the way down out of him. He hollered. "Whoa! Hooo, boy! Lollapalooza! Jimminy cricket!" He hollered and he panted and he concentrated on the feel of his cock shooting hot semen out of him onto the ceiling of the car.
Leslie pulled out from under him. He did not come down for quite awhile and he panted and his tongue hung out of his mouth. "The last time," Leslie said. "Oh, baby and the best." On their way home, they agreed that they should not see each other at all any more, on account of how it would be too much of a temptation for her just to look at him. She suggested some girls she thought he might like, some whom she knew were reputed to give good head and go down easy and she laughed off his suggestion that he would remain celibate until the day he died, unless she came back to him. He kissed her once and let her off down the road from her house-her parents still did not know about them- and they had a tearful good bye and as soon as she saw him drive out of sight, she jumped in the air and shouted.
CHAPTER FIVE
Anse Newton owned a cattle prod. Its name was Little Anse, it's awesome length and width notwithstanding. "You light up my life," he said to his cattle prod. It lit up more than that. Anse discovered his rare and wonderful talent as a boy, in summer camp. Ten years old, he almost fell into the category of physiological freaks, boys whose glands are so hyperactive that they develop figures far more mature than their years. Anse's cock was about ten years older than he. At ten, he had a twenty year old cock.
That is, full grown. And hot to go. Anse didn't fully appreciate the implications of his overgrown member, until the summer of his tenth year, the summer of his sexual awakening.
Up until that time, he thought of his cock as just another part of his body. He took it for granted. He peed out of it and he showed it to the little girls in the neighborhood, but he had not developed any kind of sexual or manly feelings about it.
He called it his Dinghy. It was rubbery and it was kind of big and sometimes he caught his mother staring at it. She got kind of red in the face when he caught her staring at it and he did not know why until the summer he went off to camp and met a boy with a much smaller cock, but a much keener sexual awareness.
The boys showered together in a big wooden hut and they were always naked. Not many of them were much older than Anse and they were sexually innocent. The boy with the smaller cock and the warehouse of sexual information taught Anse how to masturbate and from that, day forward, Little Anse became the center of his personal awareness. He didn't think of it as a Dinghy anymore. He thought of it as a cattle prod. He saw a cattle prod, once. His sister had this horse. She was horse crazy and she had this big black stud horse. Anse thought he knew why she had the horse and he wanted to offer her a ride on his saddle, but she was his sister. You were not supposed to do things like that with your sister.
Too bad for Anse's sister. Anyway she had this horse and the horse did not like to load on trailers. It was a big, stubborn horse. It stood behind horse trailers and dug its hoofs into the ground and it would not move. No amount of coaxing, no offered grain, no whips hard against the horse's ass could persuade it to get on the trailer.
Anse kind of admired the horse for that. He was an alright horse. He stood behind the trailer for hours. His sister cried in rage and his parents were about ready to forget the whole issue, when a neighbor showed up with a cattle prod.
The cattle prod was kind of a phallic tool. It was electrified. All the neighbor did was shoot the horse in the ass with the thing and the horse lurched forward and made for the trailer like the trailer was the last sanctuary left in the known world.
Anse watched that.
And he knew.
He knew his fucking cock was a fucking cattle prod. He could make girls do just what the prod made the horse do. He could make them jump. He could make them fucking leap. And his prod felt pretty good about it, too. He was a virgin when he saw the horse respond to the prod and he knew then and there that he did not want to remain a virgin one day longer.
Jerking off was good, but he wanted to hear people scream. He never screamed when he jerked off.
He needed a woman.
The very next day, Anse cornered his eighth grade Arithmetic teacher in the music room. She played the clarinet and she sometimes practiced in the music room. She was going to learn to play Anse. "Hi, Miss Kayle," Anse said. "Hello, Anse," she said. She tooted tentatively on her clarinet. "You like to play that, don't you," he said. Miss Kayle lifted her eyes from the clarinet keys and looked searchingly up at Anse. "Uh huh," she said. "I like it a lot. I guess I must, since I'm not very good. When you stick with something that takes this much time and energy, even though you're not very good at it, well, then, I guess that means you like it." Sure as hell, she's lousy on that thing, Anse thought. Wonder if she's any better with some other instruments.
"Sounds good," he said. He smiled disingenuously, yet she failed to detect his insincerity.
"You think so?" she laughed. Her face turned red.
"Oh, yeah," he said. "Why I came in here. I thought, 'Golly, Miss Kayle sure is playing real good, today.' "
"Really well," she corrected.
"That too," Anse said. He was a smooth one. Even in the eighth grade, he was a smooth operator.
"Go on, don't let me stop you. I like to hear good music. Play."
Anse smiled steadily at her. She was faintly aware that his eyes centered directly upon her ripe, lonely breasts.
"Oh, now Anse," she blushed. "No, really," he said. "Please, play. I really do like it." He was so tall and so handsome and so mature for his age and he sounded so sincere. Miss Kayle fell for the entire routine. She would not be the last, if she was the first. "I'll just sit here and absorb," he said. "I'm really quite a music lover." His eyes bore into her blouse and he drew imaginary nipples and breasts for her. They were quite nice, but he did not think they were as nice as the real things probably were.
She caught his glance. She was not consciously aware of his gaze, but inside she glowed. With a woman's intuition, she knew exactly what was going on in his mind. She was very flattered and they were alone and she actually forgot that he was only a boy. She had been without male attention for a long time and she glowed inside. She put the clarinet in her mouth and blew. She wasn't even aware of the notes she played. She hadn't decided upon any piece. She just played. The notes came out and her cheeks puckered, but she was not aware of anything at all until she felt Anse's hot breath at her neck and his fingers over hers. "I think," he said, "that if you cover those two holes, you might get a better sound." She stopped playing. "Really," he said, "I may not look like the sort, but I happen to know a great deal about clarinets."
He held her hand in his and guided it away from the instrument. "I also happen to know a great deal about beautiful women," he said, "and I can bet that I know of something much nicer to blow on than an old, cold clarinet."
He pulled her hand down and he put something hard and long and hot in her palm. "Put this in your mouth, baby," he whispered. Miss Kayle let her eyes wander from his face to his chest to his stomach and to his crotch, where her hand rested against his thighs and held his prod. "Oh, God," she gasped. "Very nearly," he said. "I like to call it Little Anse." That was his first experience. It might have gone farther, if the music teacher had not wandered in and insisted that he and Miss Kayle perform a duet. The music teacher played the saxophone and Anse had to sit and watch and listen as they performed their duet and he thought with anger about the duet that might have been, if the bumbling old man had not walked in.
Anse graduated from grammar school shortly after the incident with Miss Kayle. He often thought with compassion about what the poor woman had missed.
That summer, Anse did yard work for a woman who lived nearby. Her husband was a travelling salesman and she liked to have a man around to do the yard work and odd plumbing and carpentry jobs. Anse was good with mechanical things and manual labor and he offered to work for her that summer. She accepted. Willingly.
She was not an old housewife. She was a young woman, about twenty two years old. She married young and grew tired of the routine very quickly. She hated rural New Jersey and she missed her husband, yet when he was home they argued.
She needed solace. Anyone could see that. At least, Anse could certainly see that. Anse was a very handsome, very mature boy by this time. He was a blonde and his hair was thick and curly and he sported a deep brown mustache and brown sideburns, the color of which previewed the carnal attractions of what women knew must be deep, brown pubic hair. Women looked at him and found themselves naturally wondering about his cock. When they learned his age, they were shocked. No one that young could look so old. They meant, sexually knowing. He looked like he knew how to fuck. He was tall and built and he looked very much like Robert Redford. He had a classic American face. He had a classic American sexual craving. He turned that craving upon Tina Loomis, the bored, unhappy, deserted twenty two year old for whom he did odd jobs all that summer, the summer before he entered Lockwood Gorge High School. A lot of odd jobs. Anse appointed himself Tina's cocksman. He got to know her and within a week she herself officially appointed him her yard and cunt worker.
One afternoon, Anse was mowing the back yard. It was a hot day and he had his shirt off. His big, firm muscles dripped with sweat and reflected in the July sun. Tina watched him from out of the kitchen window. She could not believe the boy was so beautiful. She rubbed her nipples and she eyed the bulge in his crotch. She assumed he was always erect. It was the only way she could explain the enormous bulge in his crotch. "Anse!" she called out. He could not hear her over the lawn mower.
"Anse!" She ran out onto the back porch and screamed. Anse looked around. She wore a bikini bathing suit and her cunt hairs curled up from under the bottoms of the bathing suit. Her breasts were big and one of the shoulder straps of her bikini tops slid down her arm.
Anse turned off the lawn mower. "Yeah, Mrs. Loomis?" he shouted.
"How about some lemonade?" she said. "It's awful hot. How about some nice cool lemonade and then a swim in the pool?"
"Sure," Anse said. He smiled. She retreated into the house and returned with a pitcher of lemonade and two glasses. She walked off the porch and over to the patio by the pool.
"Come on over here," she said.
Anse walked over to the pool and took a glass. He sipped at the lemonade. It was cold and sweet.
"Mmmm," he said. "Hits the spot."
She lay on the chaise and looked up at him. Her eyes made contact with the bulge in his crotch.
"How about a swim?" she said. "That'll cool you off."
"Thanks, Mrs. Loomis," he said, "but I don't have a suit."
I don't want to see your bathing suit, honey, she thought.
"Tina," she said. "It's Tina. I think my husband has a suit lying around somewhere, up in the bedroom. Why don't you go on up there and put it on. In the dresser on the left side, top drawer." Anse looked at her and smiled. "Okay," he said. "Tina." He put down the glass of lemonade and ran into the house. He flew up the stairs to her bedroom. It smelled good.
Anse opened all the drawers before he bothered to look for the suit. She had lots of silk underthings. He put his nose in her panties and sniffed. "Anse!" she called from the patio. "You find it?" He shoved her panties back into her drawer and looked for his shorts. "Found them!" he yelled back. They were far too big for him. They drew in with a drawstring around his waist and the legs were broad.
Anse looked in the mirror. Anyone underneath him would get a straight on shot of his big balls. "Suits me," he said out loud. He drew the drawstring in tight, but not too tight and ran down the stairs. His balls bounced up and down freely as he ran. He got out to the pool. She was already in the water. Anse stopped dead and stared. He could not believe what he saw. He pinched himself to make sure, but he knew between his legs that it was no vision. She was naked in the pool. "Come on in, Anse," she said. "Don't mind me. Never could stand bathing suits. Always swim like this. Don't you be shy. Just a body."
Just a body!
It was just the most exciting body that Anse had ever seen. Nothing he saw in magazines compared to her lovely body. Tina was tall for a woman and her body was long and trim, yet with luscious, built in curves. Her complexion was pale and white, like porcelain. Her cheekbones were high and wide and she had big, sensuous lips and perfect, straight white teeth. Her hair was long and full, blonde like Anse's and full. It was slicked back over her shoulders in the pool. Her arms were long and slender and she had long fingers. Her breasts were slightly larger than average. They were not round and fleshy, but rather, they were tapered. They were firm and they swept up from her chest and down from her neck, to meet at the points of her nipples. Her nipples were small and red and oval and the points of her nipples were big and they shot straight out in front of her.
Her breasts were sculpted by Gods.
He waist was narrow and fleshy and her hips angled out and supported her big, white, juicy cheeks.
The hair at her cunt was wet and slick and Anse could see the lips of her cunt.
Her cunt lips were swollen and big and they flapped open as she turned over and over in the water in long, graceful movements. Her legs were long and shapely and her feet were arched. Anse stared at her for a long time. "Come in, Anse," she said. "It feels so good. So cool and so refreshing and so good." Anse did not need any encouragement. He dropped his shorts and ran for the pool. He strode across the lawn. She watched his long legs stretch out in front of him and shoot out behind. His muscles were supple and stretched and he could reach very far out in front of himself with his legs. His body was powerful and big and beautiful. Tina followed his cock with her eyes. His balls bounced around between his legs and his cock hardened and bobbed up and down. It slapped his stomach and swung down to his thighs. He ran straight to the diving board, bounced on the tip and dove into the pool. His arms formed an arc over his head and he straightened his body in mid air, pointed his toes, lowered his head and sliced into the pool in one, smooth, incisive line. She watched him as if he were a slow motion film. She catalogued his every movement. She watched his ass and his powerful shoulders and his thighs and his hard, bouncing cock and balls. He cut into the water and swam over to her. "I hope you don't mind," he said. "It just looked so much more comfortable like you are."
"Oh, it is," she cooed. "It is." She grabbed his cock. His hips jolted. He looked down at her hand around his cock. They floated in the middle of the pool and their heads were above the surface. Under water, their bodies were magnified. Her hand looked as big as a boxing glove and his cock looked about three times as large as it actually was. He laughed. "Ought to swim in the nude more often," he said. "Sure does wonders for my cock."
"Let me do wonders for your cock," she said. She squeezed him very hard and he shivered.
"Oh," he said. She moved in close to him. She pushed her tongue deep into his mouth and drew his hips towards her wet cunt.
He sucked on her tongue. Their mouths slurped together. She slid his cock up into her cunt and tightened her muscles around it. They were locked together in the pool. She licked the insides of his mouth and he sucked on her tongue and she pulled him tight into her.
He tried to fuck her in the pool. His hips gyrated and floated around in the water, but he was unable to get any leverage. She pulled her tongue out of his mouth. "I want to suck that great big cock of yours, honey, you mind?" He certainly did not mind. She could do anything to him she wanted. She pulled him over to the diving board.
"Hold onto this," she said. He reached up and grabbed the Up of the diving board. He clutched his hands onto it and his body hung down into the water. The water reached just to his balls and the shaft of his cock pointed up out of the water.
"Hold on there," she said. She sucked him off there in the pool. She slid her lips down over his cock and she held his balls and she spurted pool water over his shaft and splashed water up and his asshole. He moaned and his arms ached. He could barely support himself on the diving board. She sucked him and she nibbled and chewed him and blew water all over him, and that was his first time. She was his all summer long. She ate him every day and he fucked her on weekends and ate her out. By the end of the summer, he was experienced. He knew how to do it and he could do it very well.
He did not find all the girls at Lockwood up to his standards and that was a problem. Tina Loomis moved away in the fall-off to another rural town to make another virgin boy into a pro-and he missed her and his balls ached most of the time.
He went out with some of the girls at Lockwood, but most of them were shy and the farthest any of them went was to let him dry hump them.
That was hardly his idea of a good time. To keep his mind off his cock, he threw himself into football. He was a very good football player and by his senior year he was quarterback of the team and the team had a shot at the statewide championships for the first time in almost fifteen years.
He got into that, into being quarterback and usually he was too tired to worry about girls. In the winter, when he was not playing ball, he devised ingenious ways to beat off and he amused himself by letting his sister see him naked "accidentally," or so he claimed, but he always did it on purpose.
Not that she was offended. Not that anyone was offended by his cattle prod. Why, sometimes he thought even a few of the boys on the team would not run away scared if he came at them with his prod. Or was that just their envy?
He forgot about his cock as much as he could and gave up on the girls at Lockwood High, because they were too frightened to take care of him. Then one day he saw the new cheerleader. He did not know her name, but he heard it rumored that she was from New Haana.
That was hard to believe. He had never seen a girl from New Haana with tits like that. He had never seen a girl from anywhere with tits like that. He looked at Leslie and he knew she could handle his cock. He just got that feeling. He got the feeling from watching her tits bounce up and down when she practiced cheering. She was not much of a cheerleader, but her tits certainly bounced. All the other girls were a little tight and most of them would reluctantly suck him off in the front seat of his Trans Am if-and this was important-the game had gone well, or he had made so many touchdowns, or whatever. But on the whole, the cheerleaders were not heavy into his cock and while they were all clean and good looking, not one of them was really a looker.
Leslie was a looker. He took one look at her tits and he knew the chick could handle his cock. He thought about her tits day and night and he didn't even have to use the vacuum cleaner to beat off anymore. All he had to do was think of her and he was spurting stuff almost without laying a hand on his prick. It was his cattle prod and she was the luscious side of beef into which he was determined to thrust it. Those tits. He figured she had to have big lips too and lots of strong, knowing muscles. Anse knew it was only a matter of time before he had Leslie.
And Leslie knew it, too.
CHAPTER SIX
"Oh," she said. "No," he said, "don't go away." She said, "I walked in on you." He said, "Baby, I've been waiting for you to walk in on me like this for nearly a month."
"Really, now, this is your sanctuary," she said. "I don't suppose you boys much care to have girls running into your locker room. Not just because of the sign of the door, I mean. A man's got to have a place to himself."
"Don't go," he said. "Really. Sometimes a man likes to share his sanctuary."
"You better get dressed," she said. "I oughtn't to be looking at you like this."
"Honey," he said, "we're all made the same."
"We're not all made like that," she said.
"You laughing at me?"
"Honestly, I only wandered in here looking for a girl friend. I mean, I didn't even think. I didn't even see the sign on the door. I oughtn't to be here, I can see that now."
"You ought to be here," he said. "You ought to see this, now."
"Oh," she said. "You are being most forward with me."
"It's not a thing a man can control."
"Can't you?" she said. "I mean I see you boys out on the field and all, throwing the ball around and I think, my, my, what a disciplined group of boys. What a strong, disciplined group of boys they must be. I mean, it must take extraordinary will power to force yourself through those tense physical rigors. Extraordinary."
"Come over here and sit down," he said. "I mean," she said, "you are just the most extraordinary boy."
"Come over here and sit down."
"You didn't see my girlfriend wander in through here, did you? Tall, thin, brunette, pretty? Chrissy? I'll just take a peek behind these lockers here. Chrissy? Are you in here?"
"Come here."
"You didn't eat her up, now, did you, you big strong boy?"
"Come out from behind those lockers," he said, "and I will show you something quite extraordinary-."
"I am not in the habit of carrying on conversations with naked boys and I can only imagine to just what you are referring. Chrissy? Chrissy, come on out and save me from this big, ghastly, naked boy."
"Come on out from behind there," he said. "You just go on and get into that shower like you was doing when I walked in and I'll tiptoe on out of here and the two of us can pretend we never saw each other."
"I'm not taking no shower," he said.
"Oh."
"I am going to stand here naked and wait for you."
"Oh," she said.
"And I am going to stand here all day and if you never come out, why, then, I'll just never leave and sooner or later they will find us in here and you know as well as I just what they will suppose you and I have been doing, or finished doing, or were preparing to do."
"Oh, my," she said. "Uh huh," he said. "Oh, oh, my," she said. "All the way out from behind there," he said. She said, "Alright."
"Alright."
"Yes."
"Come on over here and sit down next to me on this bench," he said. "It's awful wet."
"I just toweled it off."
"Oh," she said, "you did."
"Yes I did."
"It's kind of warm, isn't it. Kind of sticky and warm."
"But it's dry."
"Uh huh."
"I just toweled it off."
"Uh huh."
"You ever seen one of these before?" he asked.
"Oh, Lord have mercy," she said. "Dear, dear lord have mercy."
"His name is Little Anse."
"Little Anse!" she laughed. "Little Anse. I declare, naming a thing like that. Giving a name to a thing like that.
Why it's something only a boy would do. Why I surely don't have a name for my-"
"Yes?"
"-you know."
"Uh huh."
"You know."
"I sure do. I sure do know. I had a pair like that, I sure as hell would name them. I'd name them Cassandra."
"Cassandra?" she asked. "She was a goddess, or something. She was a beautiful goddess. Like you."
"Oh, my. Oh, don't embarrass me. A goddess! Why, it's just my breasts. I mean, let's be honest. Girls have breasts and guys don't. That's all. Why, to think that all I have to do is just put my hands on them, just like this, just sort of squeeze them a little and men get just the most peculiar looks on their faces-"
"Oh, God."
"Oh!" she squealed. "Look what's happening right down there between your legs."
"Don't go," he said. She said, "How come it's doing that? Look, it's getting all hard. Oh and it's so warm. It's so big and warm."
"Oh. Oh, Jesus. Oh."
"Can't you stand up? I just touched you and now you can't even stand up. And here I thought you were so strong and so full of discipline."
"Baby," he said, "you talk too fucking much."
And he slid his cock into her mouth.
She took his hand and she squeezed his fingers as she pulled her mouth off his dick, stood up in front of him and disrobed. She disrobed very slowly. She leaned down and untied her saddle shoes. Her fingers worked hard at the tight knots. She untied her right shoe and then she untied her left shoe. The floor was wet. She looked at the wet floor and frowned. She stood on one leg, on her right leg and lifted her left leg up into the air. She held onto him for support.
Her skirt raised up over her hips as she lifted her leg. He saw her panties.
She pulled off her shoe and rolled her sock over her arched foot. She stuffed the white ankle sock into the shoe and placed the shoe on the bench behind her. Then she put her naked foot on the floor. "Oh."
The floor was cold and clammy and wet and slippery. "Oh," she said. She lifted her right leg in the air and held his hand and she took off her shoe and rolled her sock down over her ankle, drawing it over her toes. It crackled as she drew it over her toes.
"Static cling," she laughed.
She stuffed the sock in the shoe and placed the shoe next to her left shoe, on the bench behind her.
She stood barefoot on the floor. She was even shorter than she looked.
"Little one," he said, smiling.
"Big one," she laughed back at him and still held his hand.
She reached around to her ass with her left hand and unzipped her skirt. She pulled the skirt down to her ankles and she held the skirt as she drew her feet up out of it. "Oh," she said, "look. The corner got wet."
"Oh," he agreed. He was not talking about the corner of her skirt. "Let go," she said. She pulled her hand out of his and slid her fingers down under the waistband of her panties. The elastic waistband stretched out away from her hips. She pulled the panties down to her ankles. She bent over;" He saw her naked ass as she bent over. He saw the very back of her naked ass as she reached her arms down to the floor and held her panties tight and drew her feet up through the leg openings in the panties and was free of them. They did not get wet. He whistled, very softly. "You ought to name that, too," he said. She laughed. She crossed her arms over her stomach and her hands grabbed at the bottom of her sweater. She moved her crossed arms up towards her neck, pulling the sweater with them. The sweater inched up her torso and her belly button was revealed. She moved her arms up over her head. Her arms uncrossed as she reached them up over her head. Her sweater followed her arms and pulled all the way off her chest until it hung around her head, inside out and covered her face. Her breasts bobbed free of the sweater. They fell down out of the sweater and swung back and forth on her chest.
He lowered his right hand to her groin, palm up and pressed his wide, flat palm up against her hair. He held his hands between her legs and he pressed his palm hard against her flesh. Her hair bunched up between his fingers. His palm was warm and she was warm and their flesh was damp as her lips met his palm.
He said, "I think I would name this, Hero." She said, "Oh." Her head was in the sweater and she closed her eyes and held her arms aloft. "Hero," she said. "Another God," he said. "Goddess, I mean. Anyway, I think so. They were all bronze, that's the point. They were all bronze. And so are you. Your hair. It's bronze." She whipped her head out of the sweater and she turned and gathered her sweater, her panties and her skirt and lay them in a neat pile on the bench next to her shoes and socks. He did not take his hand away from her. She turned her head away from him to lay her clothing on the bench and she felt his lips close in over her right nipple. She shivered. "Oh," she said. He cupped his free hand up under her right breast and balanced the breast on his flattened palm. Her breast slumped over his palm. He licked her nipple. He pointed his tongue, until the tip of his tongue tapped at the point of her nipple. He tapped at her nipple, with his tongue and then he slid his tongue down over her nipple, until her nipple grazed over the length of his tongue, from its very tip to its base deep inside his mouth. Then he drew his tongue back into his mouth, sliding it again over the point of her nipple, until the tip of his tongue once again rested at the point of her nipple.
Her nipple hardened. "Oh," she said. She took his hand and led him into the shower. "We won't get caught?" she said. "I'm the last person here, always."
"Teammates?" she said. "Won't come again until the morning. "Coach?"
"Come and gone."
"Janitor?"
"They only come out at night."
"You?"
"I'll come whenever you call." She led him into the shower. "I like it hot," she said. "Steamy and hot."
"Mmmmm," he said. "Good and steamy and hot."
"Uh huh," he said. "Let's get it all nice and steamy and hot."
"Mmmmm hmmmmmm," he said. "Hold me tighter." She wrapped her arms more tightly around his waist and felt Little Anse, tense and excited, obtrude between their legs. "Turn on the geysers," she whispered. He turned on all the shower heads. Every spigot in the gang shower spurted steaming, hot water out onto the floor of the stall.
They stood in the middle, where none of the hot water could reach them. Steam ballooned around their bodies. They became enveloped in steam. Drops of water condensed on their skin. Droplets of condensed water clung to her ass and to his balls and to her breasts. They stood in the middle of a tropical region. They were hot. "Do that harder," he said. She was on her knees. "Much, much harder," he begged. The floor was hot and her knees burned against the tiles. He filled her up. She took a very deep breath every time she pulled back off of him, so that she could take him even more deeply into her mouth. "Oh, Jesus," he said. His knees buckled. Steam surrounded him and condensed water clung to his big, big balls. His balls hung low in the heat and they swayed. "Oh, yes," he said. "Oh, God. Oh, that's very, very good." She took another deep breath. She could not take him deeply enough. He would have slid all the way down the length of her throat and she would have been glad of it. Yet, she could only open her mouth so wide. "Oh my God," he said.
He placed his hands on her shoulders and tried to support himself. She was going to take him all the way down her throat. He never knew a girl to get so much of him down her throat. It was the Grand Canyon. Her mouth was the fucking Grand Canyon.
"Mmmmm," she moaned.
She didn't talk but she could slurp. She slurped and he heard the slurps, mingled with the sounds of the water beating down all around them, against the tile floor of the gang shower. "Oh, yes, baby. Oh, yes, yes, yes, baby." His hips swayed. They swayed forward and back. And forward and back. "Oh, pull," he shouted. "That's it, just pull. Oh, God, nobody ever pulled on me like that before." Her fingers were long and soft around his balls and they bounced back up against her chin when she let go. "Again," he begged. "Grab them again." They were rubbery. His balls were rubbery and she grabbed them again. "Uh," he said. "Oh. Oh. Oh." His hips swayed. She took another deep breath, her very last deep breath, this time out, at least. "Oh! Hard! Oh, as hard as you can! Oh! Oh! Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh-" He shouted. He held onto her shoulders and tipped back his head. His shouts echoed off the walls of the shower room. She swallowed over and over again as fast as she could, swallow, swallow, swallow. She could hardly swallow fast enough. "Uh," he said. "Mmmmm." The water beat down around them. "Mmmm," he said. "Oooh, baby. Oh, baby, thank you. Oh, baby, thank you."
"Thank me," she said. She pulled his right hand down to her. "Right here," she said. "Go ahead and thank me."
"Yes," he said. "On your knees," she said. "Oh, yes," he said. "As hard as you can," she said.
"Oh, my, yes," he said. His voice muffled. The words were unimportant.
She placed her hands on his shoulders and tilted back her head. She felt steam condense all over her breasts. That felt good. Her breasts were big and ripe and the steam condensed all over them. She felt the droplets. They ran all over her breasts like a thousand fingers.
Her breasts swooped up as she leaned back. They swayed out to either side of her chest. Her nipples hardened. She wrapped her hands over her nipples. She crossed her arms over her chest like a corpse and hugged her breasts into herself. She flattened her palms over her nipples and held them. She pressed her big breasts together. The steam condensed all over them. They were slippery with condensed steam, slippery against one another and slippery in her hands.
She held her breasts very tight and she tried to lean back. She shut her eyes. His tongue was up inside her. It was so, so far up inside her. He could push that tongue all the way up inside her and she felt it against the outer wall of her cunt.
"Oh," she shouted. Her muscles contracted. "Do me, baby," she said. "Hard and fast and sharp. Do me, do me, do me." He did her. Hard and fast and sharp. He knew how to use his tongue. She felt it explore around inside her. She felt it deep up inside her and then down out towards the outer edges of her and back up her. It spread saliva all over her, saliva and her juices, from her lips up her cunt and back out again. It was warm and big inside her, like a cock, but it could move. It bent and curved and steered through her cunt like a big snake.
It was a boa constrictor up inside her. She opened her mouth wide and let out a mythic call, a call to the boa constrictor, to the python, to the asp. "Ooooooh Goooooooooood," she shouted. She closed her eyes and tilted her head up to the ceiling and concentrated on the boa constrictor, the snake far up inside her. It squirmed and wriggled and wormed and twirled up between her legs. She lurched forward and grabbed his shoulders. Her breasts fell loose and bobbed up and down in front of her. Her eyes froze open in an ecstatic stare. Her hands dug into his shoulders. Her fingers left deep red marks in his shoulders. "Oh," she said. She said it over and over and over. "Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh." Her chest heaved. Her sides expanded and her breasts rose and then her chest and her breasts collapsed.
And then her sides expanded and her breasts rose again.
"Oh," she gasped. "Oh, oh, oh, oh." It was an inhalation and an exhalation. It was loud and panting and desperate. It was continuous. Her knees wobbled. Her arms tightened. Steam dampened her hair and her locks hung, wet and sloppy, all around her eyes and her nose and her mouth. She did not bother to wipe the hair away. She drooled and streams of saliva dripped down onto his back. His back was coated with her saliva. Her mouth hung open. "Ooooooo," she wailed. Her ass tightened and her knees wobbled. Then she screamed. She screamed and she jumped away from him and she hopped around the room. She hopped under hot showers and she screamed even louder. Her back burned. She ran around the shower room and turned all the spigots to cold. The showers turned from hot to cold. She ran around and around the room. Her breasts bounced up and down. She screamed and turned all the spigots on so that they were very cold.
The cold water broke through the steam and beat it down and the stall cleared and they could see each other. They were wet and big in the cold water. She grabbed his hand and they ran around and around under the cold water. Their bodies ached with the cold and they shouted. Her breasts bounced and his balls bounced, up and down and his balls swayed from side to side. She grabbed his balls and pulled him around the room. They ran around and turned off all the spigots. One by one, the showers died and the room grew quieter and quieter, until the only sound was of their four feet pounding around and around in circles on the wet, slippery tiles. They fell down in the middle of the room and they kissed. "Mmmm," she said. "What's your name, anyway, honey?" he said. "Leslie. Leslie Bodant."
"Anse. Quarterback Anse. Pleased to meet you." He shook her hand. "Like to introduce you to the rest of the team, Leslie," he said. She said, "I'd be most obliged."
CHAPTER SEVEN
He looked like a real nebbish. Just the sort of boy Leslie Bodant might go for. But he was her last, best hope. Whatever Amos Burd or Beem or Baylee-she could never tell one from another-made her do, she hoped it wasn't really icky.
She hoped the information itself would be enough to incur his wrath. She hoped he would jump to her aid without any sexual prompting from her. However, Jerri Hall was prepared to offer whatever promises or favors she needed to offer in order to get Leslie Bodant kicked off the varsity cheerleading squad. Ideally, this is how she hoped their encounter would run. "You're Amos, Leslie's old boyfriend," she would say. Amos would grunt, "Uh huh."
"Leslie is regularly balling the quarterback of the Lockwood High football team," she would say. "How can I help you kill her?" Amos would say. He stood in front of the New Haana General Store, affectionately referred to as Rambo's, after its late owner. Rambo's was a two story building, with a basement. The store was on the first floor and the owners live above it.
All the very old timers in New Haana hung out in front of Rambo's. It was their version of the bridge, where Amos hung out. Three men stood in front of Rambo's. They wore overalls and straw hats. One of them chewed on a bit of straw. They babbled at each other and no one listened. No one ever had to listen, in New Haana. It was always the same, old story. Jerri saw Amos standing among the men in front of Rambo's. She did not know much about the social structure of the inner town. She did not know how the pecking order ran among the few remaining original families. She barely understood that the town had a past. So she could not have known how significant it was that Amos was standing in front of Rambo's, talking with three old farmers.
When a boy stopped hanging out on the bridge, it was for one of two reasons: he was in jail, or he had graduated to the front stoop of Rambo's General Store.
Amos was not in jail. After Leslie abandoned him, he went into hiding for quite awhile and a few people did actually think that he might have been picked up one night for vagrancy and sent off to jail.
Then he re-emerged and his coming out took place on the front porch of Rambo's. It was his signal to the people of New Haana that he had matured and was now ready to enter a man's world, where weeners were not held and rarely referred to.
He stopped holding his weener and he no longer pissed off the side of the bridge and he wore clean overalls and got himself a job on the biggest farm nearby, as the foreman. He tended hogs and he baled hay and he milked cows. He stood on the porch of Rambo's and talked to the older men.
He had matured. Jerri Hall hardly understood any of this and she walked right over to Amos, in full view of the other men and asked to speak to him.
She did not understand that women were distinctly excluded from the front porch gatherings. She did not understand that her advances made sense to Amos and the other men only in sexual terms. The only women who ever went up to men on the porch of Rambo's were professional women, or they were women scorned, or, sometimes, they were women come to claim a man's renegade hand in marriage. The women had to do all the work in New Haana. The men were just too stupid and too lazy. Amos of course was baffled. He had kept his word, his parting promise to Leslie, that he would remain celibate until the day he died, unless she wanted him back.
He had no idea who Jerri Hall was. He had never even seen her around. He could not imagine what she wanted from him, an attractive, rich looking girl like her. Jerri studied Amos as she walked towards him. She too had heard the rumors that the Beems and the Burds and the Baylees had all their smarts between their legs and she could not help but wonder what his smarts were like. He was not bad looking. As if to spite Leslie, Amos had in fact grown quite moderately handsome since the two of them broke up.
His acne cleared up and he kept himself cleaner. For days and weeks after the tragedy of their breakup, he had gone over and over his every action towards her. He did not really believe she would have abandoned him and Little Amos for God if he had only been desirable enough.
He kept himself very clean. He moved out of his family's house and no longer had to share a bed with three brothers. He got the job on the farm and made good money. He gave up drinking. He even gave up beating off. He was clean and good and he tried to be polite and he called his weener a "dick," when he referred to it at all and he got "dick" a Vega.
No more fifty seven Chevys for him. He was a new man. Jerri looked at him. He had on overalls, and no shirt. He was hot and he looked very strong. He had a big, rounded nose and big biceps and clean, glistening hair. She could see a lot of his chest under the overalls. His muscles were big and smooth and nice. And he had that native New Haana bulge in his pants. Jerri was stunned that she could find such a man so attractive. But then again, not long ago it would never have occurred to her that she would walk in the door of her home one day and find her father in the laundry room with the Avon Lady.
Adolescence is a time of changes, Jerri thought. She tried to ignore the changes that were going on inside her, right between her legs, as she eyed the bulge in Amos's crotch.
"Hi," she said, as she walked up to the porch. "I'm Jerri Hall. Are you Amos?" The three men who stood with Amos eyed Jerri with suspicion and surprise. They were not used to things that appeared to be out of the ordinary. And for a girl like that to walk up to Amos and introduce herself, well, that was pretty out of the ordinary. "Uh huh," he drawled. His eyes ran up and down her body. She sure was pretty. "I'm a friend of Leslie Bodant's. Can we talk." He looked as if he had been shot. "Excuse me, gentlemen," he said to the men on the porch. Confused, they decided on an attitude. They winked at him as he made his way down the steps with Jerri. He did not appreciate that and he hoped that Jerri had not seen them do it. "What can I do for you, Miss?" he said as they reached the bottom of the steps. "Come on over here," she said. They walked across the street and stood in front of the Post Office, where they were afforded a little more privacy. Jerri did not want to inform the entire population of New Haana, New Jersey that Leslie Bodant was balling Anse Newton.
"Yes?" Amos said. His eyes were wide and he appealed to her. She could tell that he must have been very much in love with Leslie. For that matter, she could tell that he still was very much in love with Leslie Bodant. You poor sucker, she thought to herself. If only you knew.
Yet, that was the point, wasn't it. He was going to know. He was going to know and she was going to be the one to tell him. Jerri looked into his eyes and she didn't know if she would be able to do it.
He had deep, soft brown eyes. They were pretty eyes and he had very long lashes. They were girl's eyes, on a man and she liked him for them. She liked him for his pretty girl's eyes and his clean smell and his farm smell.
"You work up on Route 512, don't you, near the Fairmount Church." He said, "Uh huh."
"You like it up there?"
"Pretty, this time of year. The leaves are changing and all and you can see the hills. Plus, I like the animals, the cows and the horses and even the hogs. Even like the hogs. Yeah, guess you could say I like it. What did you want to tell me about Leslie?" She looked at him and she thought about him out in the fields with all the hay bales, with his big muscles rippling.
She thought about the bulge in his crotch. She looked into his eyes. He looked like a romantic hero. One of Jerri's favorite plays was "Romeo and Juliet." She read the play for one of her classes, but she read it again on her own. She guessed she had read it about a half a dozen times and she liked it more and more with each re-reading.
She thought that if Romeo lived in the twentieth century, he would look like Amos. Romeo was kind of like that, he was kind of awkward in his way. That was why she liked him. Romeo was not at all like his friend, Mercutio. Mercutio was a clever wag who made good jokes and he was about Romeo's age and he could really fight well with a sword and he was very funny and spirited, but he got killed really early in the play.
That was sad, but it just went to prove what you get for showing off and for being too slick and too smooth. But Romeo was not slick and he was not smooth. He was just lovesick. He was cute, that way. Of course, Romeo died in the end, too, but he didn't die because he was too proud, or too slick. He died because the people close to him deceived him. He was a victim. Poor Romeo was a victim. She thought about poor Romeo and how he was victimized by his friends and she decided that she had better not get involved. She looked deep into Amos's brown eyes. She suddenly found herself seriously wondering what his cock was like. It couldn't be all that great if Leslie gave it up. Leslie was one for cocks. But then, Anse Newton was rumored to have the biggest schlong in the history of man and she supposed that it was understandable that she would give up Amos for Anse.
Anse was not only big, so they said, but he was also the quarterback of the football team and he had a Trans Am and an unlimited allowance. She could see that someone like Amos was not going to be competition for the Anse Newton's of the world. At least, she was certain that a girl as shallow as Leslie Bodant would prefer Anse. As for Jerri, she thought she rather liked poor Amos.
He had such nice eyes. And such a prominent bulge. She didn't think she could go through with it. She had been prepared to tell him the truth about Leslie. She had been prepared to degrade herself for him if he demanded something in exchange for his cooperation.
But, looking into his eyes, she could see that the information would simply shatter him.
She did not want to shatter Amos.
She thought he might possible begin to cry if she told him about Leslie and Anse.
No, Jerri saw that she was going to have to deal with this on her own. She would have to take care of Leslie on her own. She could not involve Amos. "Miss?" Amos said. "Miss? Did you have something to say to me about Leslie?" Jerri had almost forgotten that he was waiting to hear what she had to say. She fumbled around for an answer. "Oh," she said, "nothing important." She thought about something harmless she could tell him. "Leslie just wanted me to see of you were alright. She didn't want to see you, but she just wanted to make sure you were getting along alright and she wanted me to tell you that she is getting along fine, too." She said it very fast and she almost laughed. You bet she's getting along just fine, she thought to herself. Anse Newton will see to that. "That's all. Just that she's getting along fine," she said and she turned and ran away. Amos stared after her, deeply puzzled.
* * *
Leslie Bodant was getting along fine. She was making it with the hungest stud she had ever known. "You're the hungest stud I have ever known," she would say to him, between slurps on his cock. "Oh," he would moan. "You're the stackedest chick who ever took Little Anse," he would reply. She loved his dick and he loved what she could do to it and they were terribly happy. He ate her out in his Trans Am at drive-in movies and she licked out his asshole and sucked his cock. They were deliriously happy with one another.
Like all men, he wanted to share his happiness with his buddies. He wanted to share Leslie with all the guys on the football team. Lucky for him she was only too anxious to be communal property. "Oh, baby," she said. "I bet they all have nice, thick cocks." He thought about all their cocks. He had never thought about all their cocks before. It took him awhile to remember what they all looked like. She forced him to describe them to her in great detail. Every single cock. He had to make some of it up. He could not remember what the linebacker's cock looked like and he did not even know for sure that the defensive end even had a cock. But he told her. And he stressed one thing. "None of them are as big as Little Anse."
"Honey," she said, "the Sears Building in Chicago is not as big as Little Anse."
"Well," he returned the compliment, "I bet you could get your mouth around the Sears Building if you really wanted to." They made plans. Leslie was not allowed to engage in any public displays of affection-PDA's-when she was in uniform, so she and Anse ruled out the possibility that she might ream the team during the halftime of the big Thanksgiving game. For that matter, she was strictly forbidden to engage in any kind of illicit activities and if anyone caught her smoking tobacco, or dope, or blowing the quarterback, she could be kicked off the team.
They had to find a way for her to enjoy the team without letting anyone on to it.
Then Anse remembered the big party the boys always had the night before the big Thanksgiving game.
Every year they invited one of the very loosest girls on the cheerleading squad to help them prep for the game. More often than not, the loosest a cheerleader ever was was to shove a finger up one guy's ass, or hold another's dick. Leslie would be a special treat. No one ever knew about the party except the cheerleaders and the football team and none of them would rat on one of their own, so he knew that it was cool. Leslie was bubbling over with excitement. She could not wait to get her mouth around all those fine, big cocks.
* * *
At the last minute, Jerri Hall remembered the pre Thanksgiving game party.
It was a tradition at Lockwood Gorge High. As a cheerleader, she had never attended, but she had heard a few horror stories about the goings on from some of the girls who had gone. She was certain that they would invite Leslie. She was just the sort of girl who would do anything they asked.
It wasn't very hard for Jerri to find out. She hung out around her ex friends, around Chrissy and the others and she eavesdropped on their conversations and she learned that Leslie had indeed been asked to go to the party.
She heard the girls talking about it in the library.
"Guess who's been invited to the pre game party?" one of them said.
"Who?" another whispered.
"You'll never guess."
"Who?" chimed in a third.
"Leslie Bodant," the girl said, triumphantly.
"Well, I'm not at all surprised," one of the other girls said. "After all, she's Anse Newton's girl."
"And anyone can see," another said, "just what it is she has that the boys might just want to rub for good luck."
"Oh," another said, "I think it's just awful the way they trade us around like that, as if we belonged to them."
"Did you hear what happened last year?" one of the girls said. "What?"
"With Cynthia Rivell?"
"Was it Cynthia Rivell last year? No. I don't believe it."
"Cindy told me all about it," the girl insisted. "Well, what?" one of the girls demanded. "Well, they had they party in George Parkhill's barn."
"He's so cute," one of the girls said. "And Cindy got there and they led her up to the loft."
"I heard George Parkhill got a disease in Virginia," one of the girls said, "and he can't... you know...
function."
"George Parkhill was drunk that night," one of the girls corrected. "Missy Bender never did know how to tell the truth about things. He was drunk, that's all. They can't do it when they're drunk."
"Do you want to hear about Cindy Rivell, or not?" the girl who was telling the story demanded.
"Oh, yeah!" the girls shouted. "Well," she said, "they led her up to the loft and Randy Bartnett pulled out this harness-"
"No!"
"Yes. And-" Jerri never hear the end of the story, because at that moment the fussy old librarian shushed them. She had wanted to hear the end of the story. Still, she at least had the information she had wanted. She was certain now that Leslie would be at the party. Through other sources, she learned the location and the time of the bash. She was going to be there, too. She was going to be the uninvited guest, the gate crasher. She was going to catch Leslie in action and get her kicked off the squad. That would surely satisfy her. Jerri made plans all week. She could think of nothing else. She was blood thirsty. She wanted revenge. Amos was thoroughly puzzled. What would make a girl he did not even know walk up to him in the middle of Rambo's porch one day and start to tell him something about Leslie? He had not heard from Leslie at all since they last time they saw each other. He thought perhaps Jerri was her messenger and her way of telling him that she was ready to get back together with him. Yet he could not be sure. Something about the encounter had struck him rather funny. He decided to scout out Leslie's house. Every night for a week, he sat in the bushes across from Leslie's house. He found out a great deal more than he had bargained for. On the fifth night that he waited outside her house, a bright blue Trams Am pulled up to her door. A big stud got out of the driver's side and walked around to the passenger side. Leslie got out of the passenger side! They embraced. She kissed the stud more passionately than she had ever kissed him. Amos ran to his Vega, which he had parked down the street and he got in. He followed the Trans Am after Leslie left her lover and he found out where the Trans Am stud lived. He wrote out the last name on a piece of paper.
Within a few days, he had all the information about Anse Newton that he cared to have.
Clearly, he had lost Leslie to this dude, but he was not going to go down without a fight. All week long, he sat home at night and polished his Daddy's shotgun. And on the night of the pre game party, he got in his Vega and headed for Anse Newton's house. The party was at Anse Newton's house. And so was Anse and Leslie and so would be Jerri Hall, with a vengeance and so would be Amos, with a shotgun. They were all going to the party. It was going to be one hell of a bash.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The house was his for the weekend. Anse Newton lived in the locally famous converted barn on Teetertown Road, next door to the summer cottage of a nationally prominent television talk show host. The Newton home had been featured in Good Housekeeping and in the New York Times Magazine section. Anse and his three brothers, Jeff, Ronnie, and Ricky, shared the loft of the barn, formerly the hay mow. They had been allowed to paint it any colors they chose and they furnished it with a pool table and decorated the ceiling with a pop art collage, which they made themselves from old Life magazines. It was a very, very groovy pad and the Newton boys were renowned for their wild parties, just as their parents were renowned for the fact that they allowed their children to do exactly as they pleased at these parties.
They smoked dope. They snorted cocaine. They played Pink Floyd's "The Dark Side of the Moon" and Emerson, Lake and Palmer's "Brain Salad Surgery" very loudly on their expensive stereo system and they invited a lot of girls who gave them blow jobs in the bathroom.
Anse was the youngest of the Newton boys. His brothers were all off at college, or in the Marines and one of them moved to San Francisco and declared his homosexuality, although Anse did not know that. His brothers were all on their own, now and Anse was the baby of the family. His parents bought him a Trans Am and they let him do pretty much anything he wanted to do.
The weekend of the big game, his parents were called away unexpectedly to his uncle's funeral. They were so remorseful about having to miss the game, that they promised Arise he could have the pre game party at the Newton house.
They gave him a free rein. "We trust you," his mother said. Anse was very lucky to have such trusting parents. All day Saturday, before the game on Sunday afternoon, Anse prepared his groovy pad. He stocked the refrigerator with cases of beer.
He had his own kitchenette in the barn loft and he emptied everything out of the refrigerator and loaded it with enough Budweiser to intoxicate the French Army. He cleaned up. He straightened out the pool table and even polished the balls. He contacted one of the boys on the team to make sure he was going to bring drugs.
He had everything set. The party was scheduled to begin at ten that evening and at nine o'clock he got into his wheels and drove to New Haana, where he picked up the star attraction, Leslie Bodant.
Leslie was ready. She was willing. And she was able. She had dressed camp. She wore an old, loose fitting house dress. It was several sizes too small for her. Under the dress she wore a black lace bra. The bra was clearly visible under her loose dress. As she walked, talked, stood and sat down, the dress billowed around her and revealed different portions of the bra, now the straps, now the cups, now the snaps at her back that held it precariously in place.
She wore black lace panties with a heart shaped hole right over her cunt. She had on stockings and a garter belt and she wore twenty year old, steel toed, ankle strapped, high heeled shoes, to which she wittily referred as "my come fuck me pumps."
She hardly needed to pass out invitations.
She had spread her mother's most expensive perfume into key orifices on her body and she smelled and looked very alluring. Anse wore his standard uniform of jeans, cowboy boots, sweatshirt and varsity jacket and he felt a bit under dressed next to his nubile darling.
"Oh, baby," he said, as she greeted him in the Trans Am, sliding her tongue back into his mouth, "you smell delicious. You look great. I feel like a bum."
"You feel like a man," she said. She put her hand on his crotch and squeezed. "I like a little dirt on my men." They drove in silence to the Newton home. Leslie had never been there, before. She was bubbling over with excitement at the prospect of finally seeing the famed Teetertown Road abode. "Oh," she said. "It's lovely." The bottom floor of the house was open. It was one big room, from floor to ceiling. When the renovations were planned, the designers decided to leave a portion of the barn completely open. They had removed the middle third of the hay loft, so that the very center of the building was open from the floor to the ceiling of the barn.
The second floor, where Anse had his pad, extended across a third of the ceiling and overlooked the main floor like a balcony. Across from Anse's loft, his parents had their rooms and these rooms also looked down onto the main floor in a kind of balcony like arrangement.
It was as if the designer removed only the middle third of the hay loft, leaving lofts to the left and right sides of the building and an open space all the way up the middle.
Leslie stood in the center of the main floor and tilted her head all the way back. She looked straight up to the ceiling of the barn, in which the designers had put a skylight. The moon beat down through the glass of the sky light and spread a pool of light over Leslie's features.
To the left and right of the barn ceiling Leslie observed the sections of the hay mow that had been preserved. "How do you get up to there?" she asked Anse. Anse pointed to two cast iron spiral staircases, at either side of the barn. "Climb up those," he said. "Which side of the loft is yours?" she asked. "To your left," he said. "Can we go up?" Leslie was very anxious to see Anse's digs. "We can go up," he said. "And then we can go down."
"Oh," Leslie purred. "I can't wait." Leslie bolted for the spiral staircase which led up to Anse's groovy pad. She circled around and around the staircase.
"Oh," she squealed. "This makes me dizzy." Anse stood under her and gazed up her dress. He could see different parts of her hips and groin as she twined around the stairs above him. He saw her ass, firm and fleshy under the black panties and he saw the whites of her inner thighs and he saw the lips of her hairy, bushy cunt. The lips of her cunt poked out through the heart shaped hole in her panties. "Me, too," he said. "Makes me dizzy, too." It was not the stairs that made him dizzy. Anse rubbed his crotch as he climbed up into his loft. He wanted to take her once before the rest of the team got there. He knew he would hardly have a chance alone with her once the rest of the boys caught the scent of her luscious pussy. "You have a beautiful cunt," he said. Leslie stopped in the middle of her flight up the stairs.
"Oh, thank you," she said. "Just to hear you even refer to my cunt makes me wet and hot and happy." She stopped where she was and slid one of her hands up under her dress. She searched around until she poked her hand inside the heart shaped hole in the crotch of her panties.
"My lips are hot just thinking about you, baby," she said. Anse positioned himself underneath her on the spiral staircase so that he could see every move she made with her hand inside her panties.
He stood right under her and got a clear shot up her crotch. "Go ahead and do that to yourself," he said. "I like to watch."
"And I like to do it for you," she said. She plunged both her hands inside her panties and parted her lips wide. Her lips were hot and wet and spongy.
"I think about your cock all the time, baby," she said. "I think about it in my sleep. I think about it when I'm cheering. I wonder what it looks like when you're tossing fifty yard passes." Her cunt was wide open. She pressed her outer lips back against her black panties. Her cunt hair sat on top of her lips like a mustache.
Anse stood directly beneath her and squinted his eyes. He looked right up into her cunt. Her cunt was very deep and moist. "And I think about your cock when I eat, too," she said. "Little Anse. Mostly when I eat, I think about it. Like, we had brussel sprouts for dinner tonight and I thought they were your balls. I made believe that they were your balls and let me tell you, honey, I have never enjoyed brussel sprouts so much in my entire life; my mother was quite mystified that I ate about a dozen of them."
She plunged the index finger of her left hand all the way up inside her cunt. She dripped. Her cunt dripped hot, excited juices. Anse stood directly below her and opened his mouth. He stuck out his long tongue and caught her cunt juices on the tip of his tongue.
"Snowflakes," she said. "Like snowflakes. I used to run around with my tongue out all winter long and catch snowflakes."
"Wish I'd been a snow storm when you were little," he said. She giggled. She dripped a few more drops of her luscious juices onto his tongue and then they heard the first car pull in the driveway, "There's the boys," he said. Leslie squealed. She pulled her hand out of her cunt and let her lips flap back over her. She ran all the way up the stairs.
"I don't want them to catch me in the middle of something," she said. "I want to start from the beginning with each and every one of them." She ran up to Anse's loft. Anse closed his eyes and thought bloody thoughts to soften his enormous erection. When he felt he would be able to bend his knees without breaking Little Anse in half, he made his way down the stairs and headed for the front door. He sighed.
"Shit," he said out loud. "Won't get her to myself for the rest of the evening." Anse could hear the commotion of his teammates before he even got to the front door. "Hey, hey, hey, good buddy. Fuckin' A," Mark Smiglesky shouted as he burst into the room. He was a big boy, with a pronounced pudge around his waist and he was one of the best tackles that anyone at Lockwood Gorge had ever seen. Mark was followed by a half dozen other boys and they were big fucking jocks, every last one of them. The Bartnett brothers. The Christiansens. The Hintzes.
In fact, most of them were brother acts and they liked nothing more than to drink and burp and fart together, watch Saturday Night Live snort some coke, get blown by some local chick or somebody's cousin visiting from Des moines and crash out for the night.
They were a heavy duty crew. They were a bunch of hung studs. All of them except for Lee Burham, anyway, who had no pubic hair. He felt bad about it, but he could still jerk off. They wore color coordinated cowboy boots and they walked like they had basketballs between their legs and under their arms. Their shoulders looked padded even when they were out of uniform. Few of them could speak grammatically correct English and almost none of them had the slightest sensitivity to the outside world. In short, they were a bunch of all American boys looking for an all American good time and when they grew up they would become people like Gerald Ford and H. L. Hunt and people would write situation comedies about them. They greeted Anse at the door.
"Fuckin' Anse! Fuckin' how's it fuckin' goin'? You got the booze? I brought the dope."
"Fuckin' A, Anse. Don't this house look swell. Don't it just. Can't hardly believe how fuckin' nice the fuckin' house looks."
"Fuckin' where's the fuckin' chick. Little Randy is hot to trot." It seemed that every boy in rural New Jersey was in the habit of pinning the diminutive modifier to his tool. Little Eric. Little Arnold. Little Mark. Whether or not the tendency was indigenous to the area no one ever determined. In fact, it was not the kind of thing about which people tended to do studies. There was a suspicion that the practice was disseminated out from the Burds, Beems and Baylees of New Haana and there was some speculation that the trend setter was Elvis Presley.
With his tendency to identify the source of his masculinity and personality With his cock, Elvis in fact could have been the prototypical Lockwood High football player. They were boys who thought with their cocks. Lucky for them, their cocks really knew how to play football. "Where's the chick?" someone demanded.
The cry went up. "Where's the chick. Where's the chick. Where's the chick." It was a chant. Anse led them upstairs to his party haven. He passed out beers and someone cleaned an ounce of pot in the album cover to "Cricklewood Green," by Ten Years After. "Alvin Fuckin' Lee," the boy who cleaned the pot said. "He would be happy to know I'm usin' his cover." A few of the boys got together a game of pool. Someone put some music on the stereo. It was Led Zeppelin. "Jimmy Fuckin' Page," one of the boys said and he mimed an electric guitar over his hips and pretended to play it. The boys stood around and played pool and they drank beer and some of them got high and those who were positively in training held their dicks and argued about Fords versus Chevys, or Tina Turner versus Linda Ronstadt. Leslie was nowhere in sight. In fact, she had locked herself in the bathroom with a six pack of beer and when she finally emerged, she was drunk and she wore only her bra and her panties.
She had been playing with herself and her lips were; swollen and hot and thick and spongy and she dripped a trail of juice across the hardwood floor. "Oh, my," she said. "Will you just look at all these gentlemen callers."
"Will you just look at that chick," one of the boys whistled. There was total silence in the room. No one spoke. The only thing Leslie heard was the sound of a football team of men straining at their zippers. It was a very nice sound. "I thought we might all play a little pool, together." She was very drunk and her words slurred. She was high and happy and she was ready to take on the team. She walked across the room and took off her bra and her panties. She undid the bra and let it slide down her tit and onto the floor. Her tits were big and hard and red and her nipples pointed. "Oh my God," a boy said, as she walked past him. "I'm sorry," she giggled. "Was I pointing at you?"
"Baby," he said, "you can point at me all you like." Leslie giggled and she slid her panties down her legs. She pulled them down from the inside, working her hands up through the heart shaped hole over her cunt and peeling the soaked panties off of herself. She let them slide down her legs. She let the panties work themselves off of her as she walked across the room towards the pool table.
Her tits bobbed up and down and juices streamed down her inner thighs. She fondled herself and smiled and she moaned.
"Oh," she said. "So many fine, young men." She walked to the table and hoisted herself up onto it. She lay down at the very edge of the pool table. She spread her legs and said, "Okay, who's first."
The boys were dumbfounded. For a few seconds, no one moved and then a cry broke out as the boys dropped trousers in unison. A dozen or more hot, bulging, pulsating cocks popped up into the air all over the room and they lined up at the pool table and waited to take turns at Leslie.
Anse stood first in line. He still wore his varsity jacket and his pants and underwear hung down around his knees. He grabbed her ankles and spread apart her legs and he gazed down into her deep, luscious hole. "What about the rest of me?" she said. "All you good looking boys around, I shouldn't have to play with my tits myself.
She would not have to play with her tits herself. The boys crowded around the table and kneaded her breast.
One of the boys licked her left nipple and another licked her right. Her nipples were hard and red and she turned her head from side to side and moaned. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth and she lashed her long tongue out at the boys who stood around her. One of the boys at her nipples opened up his shirt and let her lash at his nipples. Other boys caressed her stomach and her hair. They were all around her and all over her and Anse hoisted himself up onto the edge of the pool table and shoved his cock up inside her. He kneeled at her hips and he hoisted up her hips and slid his cock into her cunt. She moaned and he pumped her hips up and down on top of his cock. He drew her hips in towards his big cock and then he pushed her hips away. His cock made a slurping sound as it slid in and out of her. His balls tightened up against his thighs and he could feel his semen making its way up the shaft of his cock. "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh," he said, as he pumped her up and down on his cock. His arm muscles strained to hold her. She groaned and panted. One of the boys got up on the pool table and knelt over her mouth. He shoved his big, hot cock down into her mouth and she sucked on it. She sucked on it very hard and fiercely and she nibbled on it and spread her thick saliva all over it. "Oh, God," the boy yelled. "Oh, yes." He could feel her tonguing the underside of his cock and he came very quickly. He shot wad after wad of hot sperm into her mouth. Anse moaned and he spurted his stuff up into her. He cunt quivered with pleasure and excitement.
As Anse and the boy at her mouth fell away, two more boys took their places. The boys at her nipples rotated down to her cunt and two more boys came up to fondle her breasts.
Leslie thrashed around on the pool table. She moaned and whimpered and her hips bobbed up and down. A wide, wet stain spread on the table between her legs, a stain which consisted of her juices and the boys' semen.
She reached out her arms and she jerked off two anxious boys who stood at her sides. They licked her palms until they were wet and dripping and then they placed their cocks in her hands.
She took each cock, each hard, red, wet. excited cock and pumped it very hard.
She pulled the loose skin from the bases of the cocks up to their tips and then pushed her hands back down over them.
She repeated this motion over and over and the boys grabbed their rubbery balls and fondled them and moaned.
Yet another boy jumped up onto the pool table between her thighs and hoisted her up. Yet he did not shove his cock in her cunt. He shoved in his tongue, instead.
He licked her lips and nibbled her clit. Her clit was hard and he chewed on it and her hips gyrated and she moaned.
"Oh, God," she moaned.
Before she could moan any more, another boy shoved his cock down into her throat. She gagged and he pulled his cock out and let her take a deep breath and them he plunged again down into her.
She took him almost all the way down her throat and she slapped her tongue hard up against the underside of his cock and sucked on him like a vacuum cleaner.
She pumped off the two boys at her sides. The shot streams of hot semen all over her breasts. She put her hands to her breasts and smeared the semen all over them, until her big, white breasts were pale and gooey and slippery with their thick semen.
She liked that. She liked that very much. She massaged the semen deep into her breasts and drew circles around her nipples in the thick, creamy semen.
She coated her nipples with semen. Bits of gooey white stuff hung down in little strings from her hard, hot nipples.
The boy at her legs worked his tongue deep up inside her and she groaned and sighed and bobbed her hips up and down on the pool table.
The boy reached as far up into her as he could and he brought out pints of hot juices from the very reaches of her cunt.
Some of the boys smeared her juices over their hands and rubbed their hands over their cocks and jerked off. Their cocks were steamy from her juices and they were terribly excited and they came in spurts all over each other and all over her and she smeared their semen into her belly button and over her nipples and she moaned.
She reached her hands down to the head of the boy who ate her out and she pushed hard on the back of his head until his whole face was immersed in her cunt. Her juices smeared all over his mouth and his chin and his forehead and her swollen lips met his flushed cheeks.
She moaned and yelled and howled and the stereo played "Stairway to Heaven," and the boys poured beer on her breasts and licked it off, licked the beer off her twin, enormous, hard tits with their big, flat, pink tongues and no one heard Jerri Hall come up the stairs.
They did not hear her walk up behind them.
They did not notice anything at all, until the popping light from the flash bulb of her camera blinded all of them-all except for the boy with his head in Leslie's cunt. "Smile, all of you," Jerri said, snapping picture after picture. "Monday, these shots are going to be on the desk of the school superintendent. I'm sure you'll all want to look your best."
CHAPTER NINE
The boys wasted no time at all. Jerri may have thought that she would be able to get her way with more than a dozen drunk and sexually aroused high school boys, but she was sadly mistaken. They were going to get their way with her. They did not even have time to consider her intentions in arriving at the party with a camera and a personal vendetta. They thought she was there to join in the fun. They might have been a little surprised that such a seemingly straight laced girl as Jerri Hall would be into group sex, but they really were too drunk to care.
They were also too drunk to fuck. They had fucked and eaten and nibbled and chewed Leslie and they were all fucked out and Leslie had the ideal solution.
They would tie down Jerri Hall to the pool table and she could eat her out.
They could put some mellow music on the stereo and they could all watch while she ate out Jerri Hall, her rival and some of the boys could take pictures. Unlike the boys, Leslie was not too drunk or too fucked out to consider the implications of Jerri's presence.
She knew exactly what Jerri was doing there, although she feigned ignorance. She pretended that she thought Jerri wanted just a little action. "Oh, Jerri, what a scrumptious idea! Pictures! Now we can have the whole thing on film and when the boys need inspiration tomorrow at half time, why, they can just get out the polaroids of the pre game party and check out the pictures."
Leslie handled the situation very well. She pretended she was delighted. And the boys were only too happy to do whatever she said. She had won their hearts and whatever they had of minds.
That is to say, she had won their cocks, the only organs that really mattered when speaking in reference to the Lockwood High varsity football team. "Let's just tie her down," Leslie directed.
The boys dutifully followed her instructions. They lashed Jerri Hall to the pool table. They stretched her out like Christ on the cross and bound her ankles and her wrists to the legs of the pool table.
Anse located some hay baling twine and the stripped her and lay her down on the pool table. She wore Leslie's black lace bra and panties. That was Leslie's touch. She wanted so to humiliate Jerri that she might never try anything like this ever again. She thought it was a very good idea to dress her up in her black lace bra and panties. They dressed her in Leslie's underwear and stretched her out on the pool table. Her long body stretched from one end of the table to the other and they spread her legs and her arms and bound them to the four legs of the pool table. The yellow baling twine went around the milky flesh of her wrists and ankles and them around and around the big, straight, thick wooden legs of the pool table.
She was bound, very securely and she wore nothing at all except for Leslie's black lace bra and panties. The bra was far too large for Jerri and her breasts only barely fit into the huge cups. Her little breasts were firm and they swept up towards her chin. Her nipples were round and small and the points were very hard. The points on her nipples were like pencil erasers. They were erect and pink and big and rubbery. All the boys could see her nipples inside the cups of Leslie's very over sized black lace bra. The panties fit Jerri a little better. They clung around her waist just above her hips. Her pubic hair was shrouded in the panties, except where the heart shaped hole exposed the essentials. Her lips and her bushy pubic hair protruded through the heart shaped hole of her rival's black lace panties. Jerri's body was long and lean and it stretched all the way from one end of the pool table to the other. Her hands were pointed straight out to the sides and bound to the table legs and her legs were spread in a V and bound by the ankles to the legs of the pool table. Her breasts were small and firm with rubbery, pointed nipples. Her full, luxurious brown hair hung down the back of the table and almost swept the floor. Her legs were spread wide and her lips protruded, big and spongy, through the heart shaped hole of the black lace panties which Leslie had insisted she don.
She was spread wide open and vulnerable and thin and long and lean and tight. She was tight. Her hips were slim and her cunt had never been violated even though she no longer had her hymen. The boys stood in a circle around their chaste prey and held their cocks.
One of the boys snapped pictures with Jerri's poloroid camera. Leslie climbed up onto the pool table. She was naked and excited and filled with a vengeful lust. She drooled. Droplets of her saliva dripped down in streams onto Jerri's body. She was hot and lustful and filled with animosity. Her cunt quivered with excitement. She crawled up the table to Jerri's breasts. She dipped her hands up under Jerri's small, firm breasts and she squeezed them. She lay her palms flat against the undersides of Jerri's breasts and she kneaded Jerri's breasts. She squeezed them hard and left long red finger marks over the bottoms of Jerri's breasts.
She pulled at the bra and loosened it and she pushed her head down to Jerri's nipples and ate them. She clamped her incisors over Jerri's pencil eraser nipples and worked her jaws open and shut to nibble up and down Jerri's nipples.
She bit hard and she nibbled fast and she pinched Jerri's breasts.
Her legs were spread over Jerri's stomach and she dripped her juices down into her rival's belly button.
The boy with Jerri's camera snapped pictures and moaned.
Another boy put The Doors on the stereo.
"Alright," one of the boys said. " 'L.A. Woman.' " The boys stood around the pool table and held their cocks and played with their balls and they worked their stray fingers up their quivering assholes.
They applauded and chanted and stroked themselves, rhythmically and they drank beer and cheered on Leslie. "Eat her, baby," one of the boys said. "Lick that bitch," another called out. They were purple with excitement and ecstasy. Leslie abandoned Jerri's breasts and slid on her knees to Jerri's cunt. Jerri's lips were big and white and her pubic hair was almost black. In spite of herself, her lips had begun to drip with hot juices. She was tight, but she was ready.
Leslie licked her lips through the opening in the panties. She lay her tongue down over Jerri's virgin cunt and she lapped at Jerri's lips until they were moist with her saliva and with Jerri's juices. Leslie parted the lips of Jerri's cunt and licked along the edges of the parted lips. The white, swollen lips flapped back against the sheer, black material of the panties and the boys watched and they groaned. "Oh, baby," one of them yelled. "That's a little Lesbian sucker," another of them said.
The boys were very, very excited. They liked to watch the two girls get it on. Leslie's tits were so big and bouncy and she was so willing.
Jerri was just the opposite. They were opposites and they were doing it there on the table for the benefit of the Lockwood High football team. And the team loved it.
"Oh, yes," a boy moaned.
The boy with the poloroid snapped away as fast as he could.
Lesbian scenes were the fantasies of all the players on the team and none of them had ever before witnessed one.
Lesbian scenes and taking virgin ass. They were the fantasies of every boy in the room. And now they watched, hot and excited and completely dumbfounded, as the two girls worked out both fantasies at once. Everyone knew Jerri Hall was a virgin. And now she was losing her chastity to the new chick with the big tits who could blow for all her life. They were terribly, terribly excited. Just the contrasts between the two girls turned them on enormously. Jerri was so long and so thin and so hard and kind of bitchy. Her skin was very white and her face was narrow. Her cheekbones were high and her mouth was thin and taut. Her cunt was neat and clipped and her stomach was flat and her hips were thin. Leslie was the opposite in every way. Her tits were so big and so bouncy and they looked full of milk. Her nipples were big and flat and soft. She was supple and she was rich in flesh and love handles. Her face was round and her mouth was full with big, pouting lips. Her cunt was completely overrun with bushy hair and her lips were very, very thick and her body was kind of brown, swarthy and earthy. She would go down for anyone on command and she was loose and free and very, very good. They watched Leslie pushed her big, juicy tongue all the way up Jerri's cunt. She slurped and lapped at Jerri's cunt and the boy with the poloroid snapped picture after picture and stroked himself and moaned.
The boys shoved the fingers of their free hands up their own assholes and they moaned and sighed and watched Leslie suck and nibble and eat Jerri Hall. The boys who stood at Jerri's feet could look straight up Leslie's ass and they stared at her cunt.
Her cunt was high in the air and it pointed at them. The lips of her cunt were very swollen and dripping with juice and the boys stood behind her and pumped on their big dicks and watched. Anse stepped up behind Leslie and he put the palm of his hand up against her cunt. He flattened out his palm and lay it down very gently against Leslie's exposed cunt. Leslie groaned and plunged her tongue more deeply into Jerri's cunt.
Anse spread his fingers wide and scrunched them up together, gathering Leslie's lips in his hand and squeezing the think, swollen flaps. Leslie pushed her cunt high up into the air and groaned and she slid her tongue all the way to the outer wall of Jerri's tight cunt.
Jerri was very tight and Leslie had to work at her hard and long to get her loose. She ran her tongue over and over Jerri's lips and she nibbled Jerri's clit and she slid her tongue up her a little at a time, until she had reached almost to the limits of Jerri's cunt.
Anse squeezed the lips of Leslie's cunt and Leslie lurched forward. It was the impetus she needed to work her tongue all the way up inside Jerri's hot, tight cunt. Leslie reached her hands up and grabbed Jerri's tits. She squeezed Jerri's tits and she ate Jerri hard and long.
Anse squeezed together Leslie's lips and then he pulled them wide apart. "Get me a beer, somebody," he shouted. One of the boys handed him a beer and he poured some of the liquid into Leslie's cunt and then he put his mouth over her lips and let the beer run into his mouth. The boys stood behind him and they cheered and whistled. "Oughtta put this in a Miller commercial," one of them laughed. "Chug it, Anse, chug it," another shouted. They took up the call. "Chug it, chug it, chug it, chug it," they chanted, in unison. Anse licked her cunt. He licked her big, fleshy lips and sucked on her hair. He licked her smaller, tighter lips and sucked on her slit. Her ran his tongue all over the contours of her fleshy, red twat.
Anse poured the rest of the bottle of beer into her cunt. The beer went inside her and it spilled out of her and he put his open mouth under her and caught the rich, foamy liquid as it spilled out of her. The liquid was cold inside Leslie and she screamed. "Oh!" she screamed. Her ass popped straight up in the air. She squeezed very hard on Jerri's breasts and she moaned and yelled. It was like getting an enema up her cunt. She had never gotten an enema, but she supposed that this is what it must be like.
Her hips bobbed up and down and swayed back and forth and she yelled and screamed and hollered and it felt very cold and very exciting and very, very good.
Anse could taste her and the beer and he thought it was the best thing he had ever tasted. He slid his tongue far up inside her and licked her dry, covering every inch of her cunt and sopping up every drop of liquid.
He licked her out as you might lick an empty honey jar-carefully and thoroughly, with a determination to get to the tasty morsels which lay just beyond your reach at the bottom of the jar. He licked his honey jar. He slid his tongue way up inside her and licked her hard and long and good and she hollered and screamed and her hips gyrated and she shoved her tongue very, very far up into Jerri Hall and the boys clapped and shouted and chanted and yelled and they held their dicks and they downed beer after beer and Jim Morrison sang on the stereo, "Mr. Mojo Risin'. Mr. Mojo Risin'," and the boys chanted "Chug it chug it chug it chug it chug it," over and over and over again and Leslie dug very deep into Jerri with her tongue and her screams were muffled and the boys all reached that point just before orgasm and Jerri's hips tipped up and bobbed, in spite of herself and Anse's big cock shot hot semen all over the floor, hitting some of the boys right in the face and just as Jim Morrison let loose his scream at the climax of "L. A. Woman," and just as they boys ejaculated all together and just as Leslie shot deep, hot juices down into Anse's mouth and just as the tears of humiliation streamed down out of Jerri's face, Amos brandished his shotgun aloft and bellowed, "If any one of you pigfuckers, savin' the poor girl bound to the table, takes a step in any direction, I will blow you all and your peckers and your cunt, Leslie, from here to southern California." And Jim Morrison screamed, "Whhhooooooo! Yeah! Ow!"
The only noise in the room was the sound of seminal discharges, as the boys shot their stuff all over each other, all over Leslie, all over Jerri, all over Anse, all over the phonograph and all over the floor. "Line fucking up against that wall," Amos commanded. The boys went over to the wall. "You too, cunt," he said to Leslie. Leslie did not know what to say. She had no idea how to respond. "You heard me." She went over to the wall and stood in line with the rest of the boys. "Anybody moves, they find themselves blown to little bits," Amos said. He went over to the pool table and untied the girl. Her face was red and swollen with tears. He untied her wrists and her ankles and he helped her up over the table. She said not a word.
"There, now, missy," he said. "There now." He supported her very carefully and helped her locate her clothes and he helped her into her pants and her shirts and her shoes.
"There, now," he said. Jerri walked around the room in a daze. She cried and rubbed herself. Her eyes were red and she trembled. "Go on downstairs, now and wait for me," Amos said.
Jerri hobbled down the spiral staircase and sat at the bottom. She put her head in her hands and she cried. "You just wait for me, now," he said, "and I'll take you right on home." Leslie and her friends lined up against a wall of the loft, with their asses to Amos. "What the fuck is going on, here?" Amos demanded. "Be cool, buddy," Anse slurred. "I'm nobody's fucking buddy, not in this room, let me tell you that." Amos stood behind the naked, white asses. "You gonna play around with sluts, you ought to leave the nice girls alone," he said. "That poor girl down there looks terrified. I don't expect she came here for that kind of treatment. Don't know why she would come here, tell you the truth, but certainly not to receive that kind of treatment. I'll take her home and get her story and you boys can expect to be prosecuted to the full extent of the law."
He looked up and down the rows of bare, white asses, until he identified Leslie's.
"As for you, Leslie Bodant, if this is your idea of worshipping God, well, then, you are a very Satanic girl, indeed."
"Hey, Leslie, you know this guy?" Anse said. "I, um, uh," Leslie muttered. "She knows me, alright," Anse said. "In the biblical sense, she knows me, I am ashamed to say. But then, we was intimate in the days before she was accustomed to abusing harmless girls for the pleasure of a lot of dirty young boys."
"Leslie, is that true? Were you fucking this guy?" Anse's face was red. He did not mind the possibility that Leslie had had lots of men before she had him. But he was not pleased to imagine that she was balling a fucking native New Haanan. He knew just by looking at the dude with the shotgun that he was a native New Haanan.
"Tell him the truth," Amos said. He stood behind Leslie and inserted the end of the barrel of his shotgun up her cunt.
"Tell him the truth, or you ain't gonna have much left to share with anyone." Leslie felt the cold steel up inside her. It wasn't a bad feeling, but she certainly did not want to get her cunt blown to bits. And she knew Amos would pull the trigger if she refused to cooperate with him.
"It's true," she blurted. "We were-"
"Lovers," Amos finished the sentence for her. "For quite a few years."
"Oh, God," Anse said. "You mean, you fucked with a New Haanan dude before you balled me?" Anse felt the cold tip of the shotgun up his ass. "Uh," he said.
"What you going to say about me, boy?" Amos said. Anse shivered. He was not at all certain that Amos would not pull the trigger. "I, uh, I uh," Anse stuttered. "Anse," Leslie shouted. "Just apologize. Just tell him you're sorry." Tears streamed down Anse's face. "I'm sorry, pal," he said. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
"No pal of yours," Amos said. He looked at the rows of naked asses. "No," he said, "I am not going to waste my bullets on the like of you scum. But I am going to take down each and every one of your names and call into the police tonight." The boys were drunk, but they were sobering very quickly. "And I'll take that camera." he said to the boy who held Jerri's polaroid. "As rather convenient evidence." He took the camera from the boy. He walked up and down the line and he made the boys give him their names and their addresses and phone numbers. Tears streamed down the boys' eyes. They got on their knees and they begged him not to tell anyone. "Man, you can have my car," Mark Smigelsky said. "Here, take my keys. Just don't tell." He got down on his knees and cried. His face was puffy and red and his lips quivered. It was a pitiful, disgusting sight. The boys groveled and begged and cried. Even Leslie did not cry. She stood at the end of the row of boys and she watched. She wondered whether or not she had made the right choice in throwing Amos over for Anse.
Amos had changed. He was mature. His face cleared up and he was even good looking. Average good looking, but good looking, nonetheless. She thought about his cock. It really was no smaller than Anse's, now that she thought about it. She looked over at Anse. He was on his knees and he cried and begged for mercy. She looked back at Amos. He was tall and strong and he held the gun. He was in control. Actually, Leslie thought, Amos's cock really was a bit bigger than Anse's. What made Anse seem so hung was the Trans Am and the fifty yard passes and the unlimited allowance. Now that she saw him groveling on the floor, he did not seem quite so hung.
"Amos," she said.
Amos had worked his way down the line of boys. He had their names and their addresses and phone numbers. They had been too frightened to lie. "Amos," Leslie said. "I'll blow you now, we can forget about the whole thing, huh?" She walked up to him and tried to unbutton the crotch of his overalls. "Get away from me, filth," Amos said. He looked right through her. "You are not fit to associate with man, nor beast, I see that now," he said. "Love is more than just a quick fuck and Leslie, let's face it, that's all you ever were. And that's all you'll ever be." He put the list of names and addresses in his pocket and strode off down the stairs.
CHAPTER TEN
"You okay?" Amos said to Jerri when he reached the bottom of the stairs. "I don't know," she said. "You got a car here?" he asked. "No."
"How'd you get here?"
"Walked."
"Walked?" Amos said. "From New Haana."
"Walked all the way from New Haana? Why, how'd you be going about that for?" Jerri looked plaintively up at Amos. "Never mind," he said. "That's none of my business." She smiled, gratefully. "You come one with me, now," he said. "I'm from New Haana, myself. You come on with me, I get you cleaned up." Amos put out his hand and Jerri took it. The two of them walked out the door to his Vega. Amos held the door open for her. She got in the car. He walked around to the driver's side and got in. "Just sit there honey and get a hold of yourself," he said. "You don't have to talk at all if you don't want to." Jerri leaned gratefully back in the seat and closed her eyes. Amos drove her to his little house on the farm near the Fairmount Church.
"We'll get you washed up before you go on home," he said. "I'll call your folks and tell them not to worry." They went inside the house and Jerri went straight up the stairs to the bathroom, as Amos insisted. "Run yourself a nice hot tub," he said. She had given him her parents' phone number. "Now don't you worry about the little lady," she heard him say into the phone, as she stripped and immersed herself in the tub.
"She's just fine. Just had a bad scrape, is all. I got her here, out to Fairmount, going to get her something to eat and then bring her on home."
Jerri slid down into the bubbly water.
She had made it as hot as she could stand.
She slid all the way down into the tub.
The water was hot and good and the bubbles from the soap were soft and nice.
She soaped herself and she felt the hot water and she started to cry.
She thought about Leslie's tongue down inside her.
She slid her fingers up her cunt and felt around.
Everything was intact, she thought.
Everything, she added in afterthought, except my pride and my chastity.
Then again, she thought, she had not intended to remain a virgin forever.
She thought about her father and the Avon Lady.
The hot water and the bubbles enveloped her and she thought about her father and the Avon Lady and Leslie's tongue and all the hot cocks that surrounded her at the pool table, at Anse Newton's pool table and she started to cry. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She was humiliated and alone. She thought about Amos. He was the boy whom Leslie had thrown over for Anse Newton. He was kind of cute. He was very, very nice, that much was clear. She thought about her meeting with him the other day. She wondered what he could possibly think of her now.
She wondered what thoughts had run through his head when he walked into Anse's loft and found her strapped to a pool table with Leslie's tongue deep into her. She shuddered and she cried even harder. Amos was downstairs. He heard her crying. He ran up the stairs to the bathroom. He burst in the door. He threw off his clothes to get into the tub with her. He unsnapped his overalls and pulled them off. He pulled off his shirt and his underwear. His cock was so huge that she could hardly even believe it. It was bigger even than her father's cock and much nicer. He wanted to fuck her very badly and she wanted to hand him her cherry. He stood over her for a moment and played with his balls and moaned. "What a big cock," she said. "I want to lick it."
"Lick it then, baby," he said. "Just lick it." She looked at his cock and moaned. She pushed her soapy, watery hands down to her cunt lips and she fondled herself and moaned. He had such a fucking big cock and it was so nice. "Get in with me," she said. She did not have to ask. He slid into the bathtub with her and bit hard into her tits. She screamed and grabbed his balls. His balls were tight against his hips. They were big and meaty and hard and she liked them. She forgot about Leslie and those awful boys. She concentrated on his big muscles and his gigantic cock. "Let me take your cock in my mouth," she said. He kneeled over her in the water and gave her his cock. She wrapped her lips around it and sucked very hard. "Oh, that's good," he said, kneading her tits. "Ah," she said, sucking and slurping as hard as she could on his cock. She glued her tongue up against the underside of his cock.
She sucked it like a Sugar Daddy, like a big tasty candy bar. It was hard and good and nice and tasty. She moaned and she was wet and it was not just because of the bath water that she was wet. Her cunt was wet with excitement. Her cunt was very wet with excitement and his cock was wet. His cock was wet with her saliva and it was wet with his juices. He pulled the plug in the tub and the water drained out. They lay in the bottom of the empty tub and slid over each other. They were soapy and the tub was slippery and they were slipperery, too. They were slippery and hard and hot and wet. He tongued her nipples and they got big and hard and red. She played with her cunt lips and moaned and writhed and rubbed soap all over his back and all over his ass. She pushed one of her fingers hard up his ass. Her finger was wet and soapy and so was his asshole. Her finger slid very far up his asshole and he moaned and writhed. His cock pulsated in her mouth and she suck him very hard and chewed on him. She chewed on his shaft and pushed her finger very hard up into him and she pulled her hand away from her cunt and grabbed his balls and squeezed them. His balls were big and rubbery and they felt very nice. He pumped into her mouth. He pumped his big cock hard into her mouth, pumped and writhed and gyrated. He shouted long and loud and hard and he fucked her mouth. She took him as far down her throat as she could and she loved every inch of him. She deep throated him and sucked and nibbled and chewed and he yelled. "Ho boy," he said. "Ho fucking boy." He spurted over and over into her mouth and his stuff was hot and good. She swallowed hard and long and continuously and she liked the taste of his stuff. It was good and hot and salty and she liked it. He was heavy and wet and panting. He slid down her stomach to her cunt. "Eat me," she begged. "Eat me."
He spread her lips and dipped his mouth into her cunt. She was wet and soapy and messy and hot. He licked her lips and nibbled her clit and thrust his tongue down her tunnel. She pushed her hips up into his face and moaned and writhed and wiggled. She smeared her juices all over his face and he lapped it up. Stoke after stroke his tongue penetrated deep into her and she writhed. His tongue was long and able and he ate her well and slowly. She was very, very turned on and the muscles in her hips contracted. His cock was hard again and he hoisted up her hips and thrust himself inside her. Her muscles stretched out as she had not imagined they could and she shouted. "Oh," she said, over and over and over again. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh." She screamed and writhed. He thrust hard down into her, stroke after stroke. Her hips ached and she climbed towards a monumental orgasm. She slid around in the tub and moaned and screamed and he fucked her very hard and very good, thrusting his wide hips over and over again to push his huge cock up into her. She was terribly, terribly excited. "Oh, God," she shouted. "Oh, no. Oh, God, oh, no."
"Oh, yes," he said. "Oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes."
"Nonononononononononononono," she panted. She pushed her hips as hard up into him as she dared, fast and hard. Her whole body ached with desire and with passion. She felt herself mounted atop a big Ferris wheel. The seat was cold and hard and she was naked and she felt the metal seat against her bare ass and a metal rod pushed up out of the seat into her cunt. Her lips were spread wide for the piece of metal. The Ferris wheel swooped down and with each downward swoop, the metal rode hard up into her cunt. And with each upward swoop, she pushed back against the metal. Her engorged clit ached and she was dizzy. She was dizzy from the long, swooping, Ferris wheel ride.
The ride picked up speed and it swooped faster and faster, down and up and down and up and she was dizzy and happy and her whole body trembled.
The Ferris wheel went around faster and faster and she was dizzy and out of breath.
She screamed and held to the sides of the chair.
"Whee!" she screamed. It was fun and exciting and scary.
She did not know whether she was going to be able to stay on the ride much longer.
She thought she might fall off the next time it took a downward swoop.
Then, suddenly, her car broke away from the Ferris wheel.
Her car went hurtling through the air.
She was alone in the car and flying through the sky and she screamed.
She was terribly frightened and she could feel little explosions in her hips.
She screamed and tried to hold on and then she crashed.
She crashed hard and she felt her whole body jolt.
She mostly felt the jolt right between her legs. It felt like she had landed on the spire of a church, or onto a fire hydrant that had opened up with the impact of her fall and was pouring all its water into her cunt.
She felt the water from the hydrant pump into her cunt.
It was hot, thick water and it pumped into her cunt.
She closed her eyes even tighter and relaxed as the water died down to a trickle.
"Oh my God," she said, exhausted.
"It's still hard," he said, shoving his cock into her face.
She licked it dry. She bathed it and licked the semen off it.
The semen tasted like salt water taffy and she liked it.
She licked his shaft and his balls and she made him turn around so she could lick his asshole. She slid her tongue over his asshole, cleaning it out. They lay in each other's arms, in the tub and they were clean and wet. They were all fucked out and they were happy. "Baby," Amos said. "I don't even know your name."
"My name is Jerri," she said. "Jerri." He fondled her tits and kissed her. "Jerri."
He slid his long tongue into her mouth and licked out the insides of her cheeks. "You're one hell of a fuck, Jerri," he said. "Better than Leslie?" she said. "You know all about that, I guess," he said. "Only what I heard," she said, "which wasn't all that much."
"Well, then, let me fill you in," he said. He told her the whole story about him and Leslie. He told her about the first time in the shack, when she was only twelve. He told her about all the subsequent times, in the back seats of cars. He told her about how they broke up and about how he was still in love with her until he learned about Anse. "Thanks to you," he said. "Thanks to you, I found out what she's really like." Jerri frowned. She did not want to think about that meeting. "So can I ask you how come you were at that party?"
"It's a long story," Jerri said. "I've got some time," he said. She stroked his balls and she told him the whole, long, sad story. She told him about how Leslie got her replaced on the squad. She told him about how she had come home that day and found her father and the Avon Lady. She told him about how she figured she could get even. "That's why you walked up to me on the porch of Rambo's," he said. "Yeah," she said. "It was a pretty mean idea of mine."
"I wish you'd told me. Then you would never've gotten humiliated like tonight. I would have seen to that, pretty girl like you." She smiled and squeezed his balls, very hard. "Yeah," she said, "but then we would never be here right now." She pushed her cunt up to his cock. "Again?" he said. "Please, baby," she begged. She squeezed his cock and it hardened.
"Well, if it's alright with Little Amos, it's alright with me," he said. He slid his big cock back into her and he said, "Jerri, will you marry me?"
"Will you fuck like that after we make it legal?" she asked. "Five times a night, if you so desire," he said. "I will so desire," she said, "I'll tell you that right now."
"Does that mean you'll marry me, baby?"
"I'll marry you a thousand times," she said. "Whopee!" he shouted and he pushed into her so hard that she had an orgasm on the spot. The day the announcement of Jerri's and Amos's engagement appeared in the local newspapers, another union passed the planning stages. Leslie walked up to Anse one day, after practice. Thanks to the fact that-Anse's father happened to be the Police Chief in his township, the pictures of the tryst at his house were carefully suppressed.
The greatest penalty that the boys suffered was that they lost the game the day after the party and so lost their bid at their best ever chance for the State Championship. Leslie was of course kicked off the cheerleading team, but she immediately joined the drill squad, so that she could be after school for Anse's football practices. She walked up to him that day and she looked a little flushed. "Anse," she said. Anse was none too pleased with her, given the indiscreet way in which her ex boyfriend had managed to mess up his party. In fact, they had more or less unofficially called off their relationship. Now, however, Leslie had good reason to need a man. A permanent man. "Anse," she said. "I got something to tell you."
"What is it, Leslie?"
"Well, it's not so good news. I'm pregnant." Anse stared at her. "Mine?"
"The team's," she said. "I don't know which boy." Anse frowned. "Holy shit," he said.
"Yeah," Leslie said, "I know."
"You want to have it taken care of?" Anse asked. "No," Leslie said. "NO?"
"Anse, I told my parents and I told them it was yours and they're going to sue you for statutory rape if you don't marry me."
"Oh, shit, Leslie," he said. "Yeah," Leslie said. Anse kicked the ground. "That fucks everything up. Goddammit all to hell."
"Yeah, I know," Leslie said. "You sure," he said, "you sure you're-"
"I went to a doctor, Anse. Do you think I'd lie about a thing like this?"
"Yeah," Anse said. "I guess you wouldn't." Anse guessed wrong, but he didn't find out until after they were married and she got pregnant as quickly as she could, really pregnant and then she told him. By that time, it was too late. Amos's and Jerri's wedding was within a week of Anse's and Leslie's. They were married at the Fairmount church and they were a blushing bride and a handsome groom and they fucked happily ever after. On the eve of their wedding, Jerri and Amos lay in bed, in each other's arms. Jerri stroked his bulging cock, which, having satiated itself inside her wet, willing cunt, was even at this moment hot and hard with life. "I'll never get enough of you, baby," Amos said to her. "Oh," Jerri moaned. "I know just how much of you I can take. No more than the length of your cock. And I can take it over and over and over again." She leaned down to him and wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock. His stomach muscles tightened and he moaned. "Oh, God," he said. "You do that so well." She licked the tip of his cock.
His cock was still wet with his semen and her juices. They had fucked long and hard and his cock was still wet and excited. "Someone did a half assed job of cleaning you up," she said. "Go ahead and do a better one," he begged. She was the most exciting piece of ass he had ever had. She could suck and nibble and chew and lick and she could squeeze and pump and writhe. She was very, very good and he felt very lucky to have her. "I love your cunt, baby," he said to her. "I love your big dick," she said. It was no lie. She really loved his big dick. And she loved his asshole. "Turn over," she commanded. His little asshole was quivering as he rolled over on his stomach. He pushed his hot, hard cock into the bed and moaned and fucked the bedsheets while his new, luscious wife licked his asshole.
She lay her tongue flat against his asshole and drew her tongue in long, slow laps over his quivering, pulsating asshole.
She slid her tongue up inside him.
"Oh, God," he shouted.
He pumped his hips up and down into the bedsheets.
Her tongue was big and warm and slimy up inside him.
He could feel her tongue like a snake wriggling up inside of him.
"Oh, I like that so much," he moaned.
He drooled and his saliva dripped out onto the pillow at his head.
His mouth was wet and the pillow was wet and his ass was wet.
She got his ass wet with her tongue and she coated the insides of his asshole with her warm, gooey saliva.
"Oh," he moaned.
He fucked the bed. His cock was very hard and he burrowed into the mattress.
He was going to put a hole in the mattress. "Just a moment," she said. He felt her hand wrap around his huge cock. It felt very good Her hand was big and firm and warm and she wrapped it all the way around his cock. She squeezed his cock. She wrung out his cock, as if she were wringing out an article of clothing, to hang it out to dry. She squeezed the semen out of his cock, to hang him out to dry. He spurted hot stuff all over the bed sheets and she pulled her tongue out of his asshole. She licked the tip of his cock and then she kissed him, dripping some of his semen into his mouth. "Oh, baby," he moaned. They rolled over on their sides and he pressed up behind her.
