Jennifer Carlaw is a young lady who fashions herself as a chick, her own word for it. Actually, she is simply a young lady who suddenly discovers her sexuality at the age of fifteen. After having a rather tight family life, she realizes her independence and goes out to enjoy it.
Her parents immediately think she is a slut, and she soon develops a bad reputation at the private school she is attending. She experiences as much as she can and learns a good deal along the way. First, it is at the summer cottage on the lake, then it's in the stables, then with some boys while she is at school, and on and on and on.
Finally, she ends up in New York and gets involved with a cab driver. She has become quite proficient in sexual activity by this time, and, after having sex with her himself, he offers her a proposition of a business nature. Jennifer Carlaw, fine-bred young lady, is going to become a New York City prostitute!
CHAPTER ONE
My name is Jennifer Carlaw, and the first thing I should tell you is that I am a chick. Right now things aren't so good and I need some money which is why I'm telling you this story of my life.
I became a chick the summer I turned fifteen. It was like I was just born; don't ask me what I was doing before that because I can't really remember anymore.
I spent that summer with my Dad and his family in Landerville. That's where I spent most of my summers since I was nine and it wasn't too neat because I didn't know any kids there or anything. We spent three weeks at a lake near Landerville. I liked the lake even though I didn't do too much besides hang around with my dad, his wife and little boy. They were really nice and everything, but I sort of felt like an outsider when I was with them. I met a guy named Jack at Tony's Teepee, this dumb restaurant that everyone sat in; and I'd go to with this girl, Heather, who lived three cottages down from us. Heather knew Jack from the city and we got invited to all these parties and stuff that he knew about. I'd neck with Jack at them; I had necked with guys before, but it sort of made my mouth sore. I found out with Jack that it was much nicer than I'd thought. We'd go swimming and water-skiing too. I liked to watch Jack in a bathing suit. There were dark hairs at the waist of it that went up his stomach. His whole body was nice and tanned. One night we necked and kissed and then he opened my blouse and began to kiss and lick my breasts until they tingled. It was really neat. I had a good time with Jack and I was sorry when we went back to the city for the rest of the summer.
At the end of August I moved back to Smithtown where I lived with my mother and stepfather, and went to school. They had a big house which my mother was very proud of. Her husband was a weasly, little guy, who made lots of money. She was a first-class bitch. I was looking pretty good; at least that's when I first noticed it. My hair was long and light brown, down to my shoulders. My skin was tanned and soft; and my breasts, they were real breasts. I loved to lather them with soap and mold them in my hands when I bathed. My legs were long and smooth; and the hair around my cunt had gotten thick and silky. At night I'd lie in bed and press my fingers against it while I thought of Jack's body and necking with him. I'd get damp and press my fingers in and get really excited.
I went to a different school that year. It was bigger; a lot of the kids I knew from before and there were lots of others I had never met. I was different from most of my old friends in a way. I was a chick. All the people seemed to know me, especially the guys and I could tell they talked about me. They talked a lot more by the end of the year, but I mustn't get ahead of myself. I was glad because I didn't have much else going for me like a nice family and that, the way other kids do; so it was good to be really "in" at school. I made the cheerleading squad, the most "in" thing a girl could do at that school. I'd watch the guys play basketball or whatever, watch their legs and arms move and the sweat that came through their shorts and shirts. Meanwhile, the guys in the stands would be watching me jump around and cheer, watch my legs which were long and nice as I've already mentioned. Also after most of the games there was a party or dance; so I'd end up there and get to meet all the guys I'd been watching play. It seemed funny to match up faces and clothed bodies with legs and sweat.
Randy McNiel was a capital A athlete. He was captain of all the teams; and one of the most popular young guys in the whole school, particularly among the girls in the student body, myself included.
I'd get to talk to Randy at the parties after each game, but he never seemed to pay much attention to me. In school we never spoke to each other at all and one day, during a class we both had, I sat and watched him in his seat which was across the wide spread; his thighs bulged where they were pressed against the seat and I could see the thickness of his crotch. I would have loved to touch him there, and I got very warm sitting there thinking about it. I squirmed until the class ended. When the bell started clanging I jumped up and practically ran for the door. I was headed for the washroom where I planned to sit on the radiator and have a smoke with the girls, or maybe in a sink filled with cold water. Somehow Randy managed to reach the door at the same time I did and our bodies brushed together. I practically had a heart attack. He started to talk about that night which was Friday and would I like to go to a party with him. The whole thing was so strange I could barely speak. My "yes" was so husky it startled him and I bolted before anything else could happen. In the washroom my head reeled. I don't smoke very often and that sometimes does it, but I was very nervous and excited. What if he saw me looking at him the way I was. But the whole thing didn't seem to make much sense to him; maybe he was watching me squirm around and got ideas of his own. Maybe the whole thing was a coincidence in which case I had better cool it before tonight. I wish I knew what time.
I was too excited to go back to school after lunch that day, I borrowed my mother's credit cards and went downtown instead. I saw a girl I knew and I talked her into coming with me. We went downtown and walked around all the stores and I bought a few things I liked. Then we went and sat in a restaurant and talked. Two guys sitting at another table came over and asked us if we'd like to go to a party with them. I don't even remember what they looked like, but I remember that I might have gone if I wasn't already occupied for the evening. Cheryl, the girl I was with, thought they were creeps. She also thought I should watch myself with Randy because he had a bad reputation. I wasn't exactly sure what she meant, but I wasn't going to worry about it.
I went home and spent about two hours bathing. My mother didn't pay much attention to me in those days so I didn't have to explain what I was doing out of school. Around dinner Randy called me, he said he had been looking for me all afternoon.
"I didn't go to school this afternoon. Yes, I am coming. At eight thirty. Great!"
I was very happy at dinner that night. Usually I sit and eat, then I disappear. I was ready before Randy came. My mother wanted me to "bring my date in to meet my family," which I thought was pretty funny. As soon as he arrived I put on my coat and left. The party was at a friend's place whose parents were away. There were a bunch of kids there from school, most of whom I knew. I felt pretty good being there with the most popular guy at school. I guess I'm more like my mother than I think. So I had a good time, and I was kind of excited, thinking that something even better would happen later. It did too, around eleven thirty, Randy asked me what time I had to be home. I wasn't sure so I shrugged and said soon. He suggested we leave then. When we got outside Randy began to kiss me. I leaned against the side of the car, his body pressed against mine. We got inside the car after a while and kept it up for about half an hour; until we were so excited it was uncomfortable. Randy was delighted, I could tell by the way he drove. We went to a drive-in restaurant and had a coffee and talked.
"Tomorrow night?".
"Sure."
So Randy and I started to date all the time. We got more and more comfortable in his mother's car. One night at a drive-in movie he opened my blouse and undid my bra and began to kiss and lick my breasts. I held on to his head and moaned. After that he began to open my pants and feel inside. His fingers ran through my hair and into my cunt, first one and then two together. I got very excited, I pushed his shirt up so I could run my hands over his wide back, and eventually under his belt and pants, holding on to his hard ass. I ran my hands around to the large lump at his crotch. It was so large, I was even more excited. We had to stop because the movie ended.
After that we started to go steady as they call it. He took me to his parent's place while they were out. It was so nice not to be cramped in a car. Randy took all my clothes off, kissing me as he went along. I undressed him at the same time, undoing each button on his shirt while I nibbled at the hairs growing on his chest. Then I opened his jeans and he stepped out of them. Big muscles indented his chest above and his thighs below. My hands went there, to the middle, across his buttocks, then inside his underwear. My fingers crawled through his hair and felt the softness of his big balls and then onto his huge, monstrous cock. I couldn't believe the size of it; it scared me, but it was beautiful. His hand was pressing against my cunt. I was getting heated and moist; and he kissed my tingling breasts. His mouth began to move down me, forcing my legs apart and making me let go of his manhood. He began to lick me, his tongue pressing into my cunt. It made me flow and writhe and when it left me I was senseless and moaning. He clamped his body against mine. I ran my hands down him and he pushed back his buttocks so I could reach between us and take hold of his cock again. I rubbed it against my cunt and he pushed back and forth, saying nice obscenities. I held his balls for a minute and then ne stiffened suddenly and gasped He came! His beautiful cream splashed against my stomach and over my hands. We held each other and could feel it sliding between us.
We didn't talk much on the way home that night, not at all in fact. I guess we felt like dirty kids or something. The next day, Sunday, I spent the afternoon with three girlfriends; sitting at a table in the local restaurant. Somehow, the conversation got around to sex. I know it wasn't me that brought up the topic, but I was interested in hearing what they had to say. It was obvious during the technical parts of the conversation that they didn't really know what they were talking about. I began to feel quite immoral sitting there, one of the girls even talked about being a virgin when she got married. I didn't think I was going to make it. Then we talked about girls having to get married, and getting a bad reputation. I decided that I would have to completely reform, give back Randy his ring, and not go out with any more guys unless one of them proposed. But that night I couldn't help thinking of Randy, and I ached between the legs. I couldn't keep my fingers away, they pressed into my cunt until I got very moist and forgot all my plans.
CHAPTER TWO
Monday morning I felt tired and resolved, but when I saw Randy at school that morning it was like we had a secret. Well, actually, we did have a secret, but when our eyes connected across the room filled with people, it was like we were alone. At lunch he said he'd take me on a picnic. I thought it would be a good time to tell him my new plan. We drove out to the country and stopped by a field that was miles from anywhere. We walked along until we came to a stream. We had a blanket that we spread on the ground and lay down on. It was such a beautiful sunny day; we ate sandwiches from Randy's lunch and talked. It was so pleasant we forgot about going back to school. Randy began to kiss me. I was trying to launch the topic of evils of sex. I had trouble getting his attention. My timing was bad, I had to admit. Randy wouldn't listen, he just kept taking my clothes off and kissing me. Finally, he took a safe out of his pocket and showed it to me.
"You put this on my cock and you won't get pregnant," he said.
That sort of took the steam out of my argument, so with Randy's gentle persuasion, I finally gave up, gave in, got fucked.
And I did get fucked. I tried to remain cold and unresponsive as best I could and he began to get irritated. Finally, he got up on his knees, opened his pants and pushed them down around his thighs. I just lay there. I couldn't take my eyes off that huge erection. He put the safe over it. Then he pushed open the lips of my cunt and leaning over me, pushed the head of it into me. I couldn't be cold any longer. He spread my legs apart and reaching under, took hold of my ass.
"You're going to get fucked, Jennifer."
And then he rammed. I can remember some strange noise I made and a moment of pain lost in shock, but mostly I just felt like I was being filled. I ran my fingers over Randy's back and buttocks and moaned and moaned. He started to pump up and down, and he bit at my shoulder and neck. Then he stiffened and sort of screamed and crashed on top of me. He lay very still except for the occasional shiver. I wasn't a virgin anymore.
We lay that way for a while, Randy was very limp, and heavy. I was worried that he was falling asleep. I was wide awake. I ran my hands up and down his back. "That was beautiful, Jennifer."
I said, "Yes."
He asked me if I'd like to do it again and I couldn't think of any reason why not, so we rolled over and sort of tidied ourselves up with the blanket and Randy told me to rub him to make him hard again. His prick was soft and shrunken and very pink. I held it carefully in my hand and ran my fingers up and down it. I held his meaty balls in my hand and pressed them and bit them and ran my fingers through the hair growing between his legs. I could feel his cock getting firmer. Randy put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down on it.
"Kiss it," he hissed and it sort of sprang up a bit more. I put my lips against the smooth warm head of it and felt the silkiness of the skin. I stretched my tongue out and ran it around the head and in the small opening, tasting him.
"Take it in your mouth, Jenny, that will make it really hard." It had started to grow at least two inches since I kissed it, and it was awfully big from that close range. I was really excited, the idea of using my mouth seemed sort of dirty, but it really turned me on. I put my lips around the head of it, Randy gasped and his cock got as hard as iron immediately. He pushed my head down over it, filling my mouth with its hard mass. I moved my face up and down. I could see this huge thing spreading my lips apart as wide as they would go and sinking in and out of my mouth. I came very close to choking and my mouth got sore.
"I'm gonna come soon, do you want to swallow it?" He looked at me passionately. I sort of liked that idea, but I wanted it in my cunt more, so I pulled it out of my mouth and began to crawl up his body. I slid my fingers to his chest and when my cunt got to the place where my mouth had been I took the cock in my hand and pressed it against the opening. I slowly lowered myself on it, it felt so huge and hard, like I was being held off the ground by a pole. Randy had a big smile on his face and he wrapped his arms around me and rolled us over so he was on top. He held him stiff for a second and then he pressed against me, sinking in even more. He began to push up and down and I began to churn and then I began to climax. My whole body writhed and crashed. My eyes were open, but I saw stars. I was electric! This is ecstasy! It went on until Randy came in me again and we both collapsed with his prick shrinking in me. I hoped I was pregnant.
So that was my first time. It was really nice and' the beginning of many like it. I haven't worried too much about having sex since then. It's too good to worry about whether it's right or not, or whether you're old enough. Also Randy, I've come across better lovers since, less selfish you might say, but I'm always excited by his type. Besides, Randy was beautiful. I still remember every detail of his body. I must have covered it a hundred times.
We had a lot of sex, although it wasn't easy. Most of it took place in the back seat of his mother's car. We'd go out on dates and to parties, but always anticipating the part of the evening that was sex. We would neck and kiss and feel each other and take off or open as much clothing as was possible in a car and depending on where we were parked. I would open Randy's pants and feel inside. The hard mass would excite me and I'd bring it out and run my hand up and down it. Sometimes I would massage it that way until it came. I loved that; the way his cream would splash out and run down his prick and over my hand.
Sometimes I would bend over him and take the head of it in my mouth. That would really excite him, he would grab my head and push down, his cock would get harder and stand up more as it pressed against my lips. The first time he came like that was incredible. I was really excited. We had been kissing and feeling each other for quite a while and we had our hands inside each other's pants. Randy pushed his down over his legs and leaned back on the seat so his big cock could stand straight up. I wrapped my hands around it and kneeled between his thick thighs. He asked me to suck him, and I could get my face right in there. I ran my tongue along one leg and around his big balls. I stretched my tongue underneath them as far as I could, through the hairs growing there, between his legs. I collected them in my mouth. Then I carefully licked his entire prick until it stood straight up and he was shivering with excitement. He yanked at my head and pulled it over. I took the head between my lips and nibbled. My mouth opened as wide as it could and he pushed my head down on it. It was so big, I could barely move my mouth up and down. But it was worth it, he got more and more excited and gasped that he was going to come in me, and I was to swallow it. The idea of that really excited me. I moved up and down as fast as I could, and took it into my throat. Then he got very stiff and I could feel the pulsation of it coming, and then it did, into my mouth and I swallowed hard to get it all down. It was great. I was so excited by having done it, the taste of it in my mouth and the feel of it in my mouth, that I couldn't move. Randy just lay there, I kneeled over him and watched him. I fingered myself and wished that he would get hard again and fuck me a million more times. But he was completely satisfied. He loved the idea of his come in my mouth. Sometimes after we fucked he'd wipe the safe all over my face and into my mouth and that would make him hard again. Sometimes I would lie on the floor and he would sit over me, running his prick along my stomach and between my breasts, squeezing them against it. That excited both of us and we would do it until he came and it would splash up my neck to my face and I would lick up what I could.
But besides that, we fucked mostly. Sometimes in the car which was very gymnastic. Sometimes after we came home from a date, usually after he had just come in the car. We'd sit in my basement and neck and I would excite him anyway I could. Then we'd quietly undress and press ourselves together, holding his cock against my cunt until it pushed in. Then we'd lie down and Randy would hold my ass and pump up and down over me. Whenever his parents were out we would go over there, that was the best. It was so comfortable and private. Sometimes we'd go into a strange bedroom at a party and do it there. I didn't like that because everyone would know what was happening, but sometimes I was too excited to care, and Randy never did. After a party quiets down or even before, the people who were couples would always be in the corners necking. Randy and I would do it as long as we could and then we'd either have to leave or go into another room and open each other's clothes.
We had a wonderful time for almost a year. We were going steady and everyone who knew us could tell that we were having a good time, if not from just looking at us then from the gossip. Randy loved to tell his buddies about how much he was getting. I didn't really care. I found the guys became more friendly. And eventually my mother knew too. She found out in the worst possible way. One night she came down the basement to tell me it was late, just as we were both about to climax. Randy was lying over me on the rug, his strong back grinding up and down, our clothes strewn all around us. I have a vivid memory of her face as she stood there on the stairs. We were more pissed off at being interrupted than we were embarrassed, and we kept it up until Randy came. I never did! Afterwards we felt terrible although we laughed about it, sneaking Randy back into his clothes and out the front door. My mother was in a state of shock. She started to drink and ask herself where she went wrong. She yelled at me and cried and even threatened to make Randy many me. I couldn't believe it. From then on I was kept under strict watch. I wasn't allowed to go out on any more dates. Randy's name was never mentioned again. Of course, I still managed to sneak off with him, but other than that my life was unbearable and I was glad when school finally ended and I was shipped off to my father. I'm sure my mother prepared him for me and gave him instructions, but he was always nice to me and he let me do what I wanted. He always feels bad about what he and mother have done to me.
I hung around for about a month in Landerville, and then we all went to the lake. There was never anything to do there during the week except suntan and lie around, but I like to do that so it was all right. On the weekends all kinds of people would come up from the city and there would be lots of parties and things going on. Sometimes I'd meet a guy on the beach or something and I'd always get asked to parties.
Always, the first thing on my mind would be to get fucked, as soon as I met someone that turned me on. And that was pretty easy, watching beautiful men in bathing suits on the beach. I was a loner that summer and I got a lot of potential pick-ups by not being surrounded by a group of girls.
Those parties on the weekends were really good. If I went with someone or if I met someone there we would leave after a while and go down to the beach; me and Jeff or Bill or Jim or John. We'd lie on the sand and neck, it's so easy to get clothes off in the summer. When I was really excited I'd take the guy's prick in my hand and lean over and kiss it and suck it until he was so excited that I'd get raped. A couple of times I'd be with someone who liked being sucked the way Randy did and I'd do it until he came in my mouth, I always liked that. But usually it would really excite them and they would be very anxious to get inside my cunt. That was okay too.
It's funny how I don't really remember any of those guys now. Just images of hot male bodies on beaches in the summer. I remember the last weekend I was there. I ended up at a college party that was large and noisy and there weren't too many girls there. I got very drunk and not with anyone in particular, so I necked and felt a lot of guys and ended up in a little room with a bed and four big guys, all of them drunk, undressing me and deciding who should go first. I was really drunk and didn't really know what was happening, but I knew enough that it really excited me.
Whoever they picked to be the leader, took off his pants and grabbed me. We kissed really hard and he pushed me down on the bed. I clutched on to his wide back and pulled him on top of me. I slid my hand under him as he bent down and took my breast in his mouth and ran my hand around his big cock. I spread my legs wide and held it up against me and he shoved it in. It felt great pushing in my cunt and I screamed and dug my nails into his buttocks, pulling him further into me. He started to ram in and out very hard and fast.
As soon as he came he pulled out of me and I lay there moaning and reaching out for number two, who was standing beside the bed running his hand up and down his enormous cock. He got over me and pushed in immediately and made some joke about how greasy it was. He was very cool and slow and he seemed detached from me except for his cock. I ran my hands over his rounded ass and pulled on it. The third guy stood over me and opened his pants. I reached up for his balls and cock and then I kissed and sucked him for a bit. The cock in my cunt brought me to an orgasm. I grabbed the ass over my head and pulled the cock into my mouth. It was a great combination. But suddenly, the other guy came in me and yanked his cock out, leaving me gaping. He was quickly replaced luckily; by a nice fat cock that made me come frantically. It was great! One guy kneeling over my face, shoving his cock into my mouth. He grabbed my head and pushed right into my throat. Meanwhile, another guy was filling my cunt and making me churn with waves of orgasm. Eventually they both came in me. It was incredible!
I think I passed out. I came to when the police arrived to bust the party. I got my clothes on as fast as I could, climbed out a window and crawled home.
CHAPTER THREE
When I got back to Smithtown, I found that my mother had reorganized my life for me. I was enrolled in a girl's boarding school about forty miles from the city. Oh well, at least I wouldn't have to live with the bitch.
A week later I returned up there with about two hundred other girls. None of us knew what was happening, at least I sure didn't. But there was a lot to do to keep us busy. Not only starting school, but moving into a residence with complete strangers as well. Eventually, life took on a schedule and I didn't have to think anymore. It was like I was in the army. My school work was better than it had ever been, there wasn't anything to do there except study. It was only at night when there were no bells ringing or schedules to follow and you were supposed to be sleeping that you remembered who you were and how frustrating it all was.
Jean was my roommate and we got to be good friends. When we got used to living with each other everything was fine. She was a bit of a lesbian. Once, during one of those nights I described when I was lying in my bed with the lights out; wide awake, she came over to me and lay down on the bed beside me. She was so tender and womanly. Guys are so much more interested in their own satisfaction. She ran her fingers lightly over my body, I could barely feel it. She followed the shape of my body with her touch. I opened my legs for her and she gently massaged me and ran her fingers in until I writhed and it continued until I came, so gentle and prolonged, and I slept like a baby afterwards.
So I found out with Jean how nice two girls could be with each other. We started to sleep together regularly and I really liked it. It took me a while to learn how to respond to her. I kept wishing she had a cock, but her body was nice. It didn't excite me the way a guy's would, but I found it easy to touch. Especially her breasts. I got to really like to feel and lick and kiss them. They were so large and firm. I would suck at her nipples like I was a baby and she would really get off. I'd run my hand down to her legs and rub between them the way I would to myself and she would moan and writhe around. We could do that to each other at the same time for hours and then fall asleep. When I was very excited I'd move my mouth down her body the way she did to me. I would press my tongue against the opening and taste her. Smell her too; it was very strong and I got to like it. After I licked her she would come, juices would pour into my mouth as she came against my face.
Jean and I would hang around together during the day too, and we had a good time. We were friends and we never thought of our sex as anything other than an alternative, at least I didn't. Some of the other girls get really strange after a while. They act like men in the way they dress and that. I couldn't understand it because if they really liked girls, then they should look for other girls who did, but who would want them if they were like men. Anyway, I like men myself. I couldn't wait to get to the city and find a man. Jean kissed me and wished me good luck when I left.
My mother was a bit worried about having me under her care again. I stayed home with them the first night to make her feel good, but it was so dull it frustrated me more than the two months at school. So on Saturday night I went to a dance. She told me to be home by eleven. I couldn't believe it.
There were lots of people at the place. Some of them were people I knew from the year before and it was really nice to see them again. I felt like I was really out of it. Then Geoff asked me to dance with him. It was a slow song and he held me very close. I got turned on to him half-way through the song. He had an apartment I was delighted to hear. He shared it with another guy. We decided to go over there later. There was a small party going on when we arrived and we sat and smoked some grass which I had never done before, but Jean had told me that it was terrific. I don't think it did anything to me though, but the room was nice and warm and smelled of incense. I felt really comfortable and horny. After a while, Geoff asked me to come in to the other room with him. We began to kiss and neck. Geoff began to take off my clothes piece by piece and then he kneeled on the floor in front of me and kissed my breasts and ran his hands over my body.
I held onto his head and felt like a mother. Geoff was tall and seemed quite ordinary in his clothes, but when he pulled off his shirt I discovered that he was beautiful. He had fairly narrow hips and his chest got really wide. There was hair growing up from his navel. All his muscles were big and hard. I held him and kissed him and ran my hands around to his back. And then he took off his pants and I discovered that he was not only beautiful, but incredibly big as well. I hadn't seen a cock like that, any cock in fact, for ages. We were sitting on the bed and I leaned over and kissed and licked it. I took his balls in my hands, they were so firm and big. Then I sucked him. It felt so good! Finally he stopped me because he was ready to come. I didn't want to, but I wanted to get fucked so I lay back and held out my arms as he crawled over me. His body pressed against mine and I reached under it and took his prick in my hands and pressed it against my cunt. He had his hand there and his fingers pulled at my cunt and we inserted the big head of it. It made me shiver with excitement and he just held it that way for a second. I clutched his buttocks and made noises and finally he sank down on me and it went all the way in, such a big prick, it filled me completely and I started to babble. It had been such a long time!
I pulled at his ass and wrapped my legs around him, trying to make him go harder. I was so excited! He had very good control and he stopped himself from going off for the longest time. Finally, I began to come, slowly and passionately! He kept pumping during his orgasm and even after it! Then he gently slid out of me and we lay there together, exhausted. Then I remembered my curfew. It was about one thirty in the morning and Geoff suggested I not go home at all. It was so peaceful lying there with him. Eventually we fell asleep, he had his arms around me and we were cuddled up to one another. I woke up later and explored his sleeping body. He looked so beautiful! I couldn't keep away from his prick. I licked it and tried to make it hard. Geoff woke up with his prick in my mouth and started to come immediately!
Geoff said, "You really like that, eh?" and I crawled back up to him and fell asleep. When we woke up the next day we had a bath together. I phoned my mother after breakfast and told her I stayed at a friend's and she said, "I'll bet you did!" So I told her that I'd stay here and take a bus back to school and hung up. I started to explain the whole thing to Geoff. He put his arms around me and kissed me while we talked. I felt so good and then we fucked again. We didn't bother to take our clothes off. We just opened each other's pants and I massaged his prick for a few moments. He held it against my cunt and pushed it in. It was really easy. Then we went to a store and bought a little turkey that I cooked for him and his roommate. And then we went back to bed for the rest of the night, the next day and the next night. Tuesday morning we got up and Geoff drove me back to school.
I really didn't want to leave Geoff that day and he kept telling me not to. I felt the need to get back to familiar territory. I felt strange. I told Jean all the details and we figured out that although I did get fucked, my original objective, I also fell in love with someone. The idea of being in love made me sort of nervous, but it was nice. Jean said it was the best thing that could happen to me, and she hoped that he loved me too. She helped me compose a letter to him that more or less was about the way I felt, but we were careful not to be too pushy. It said simply, "remember me," and after that the daily routine took over our lives again and ideas like being in love were unimportant.
At night, Jean and I would lie together and help each other sleep like before. Geoff wrote me long, funny letters about things he had been doing and although he sometimes said very beautiful things about me or to me, he didn't actually commit himself. Jean and I would analyze them for hours. My mother showed up at the school with a suitcase of clothes for me and although I never even saw her, she managed to get around to all the teachers and told them about the problems she was having with her daughter so if things weren't already bad enough, I started to get called in for long sessions with the counselor, the head mistress, my room teacher, the nurse and the housemother, who all wanted to discuss my sex life apparently. I remained cool and non-committed during them, but I'd leave with my eyes burning.
One night Geoff drove down to the school to see me. I was really surprised and happy. We sat in one of the big parlors with the lights out and I held his big hand and kissed him a bit while we talked. Geoff said that it was like a convent and he called me the dirty novice, which I thought was quite funny.
The head mistress, she never missed anything, burst into the room suddenly and threw the lights on. She made me go to my room and told Geoff that the girls were not allowed to receive guests unless it was pre-arranged. I was furious. The next day I called him from a booth and it was "pre-arranged" that we would meet on Saturday in the little town about three miles from the school. I was very excited about it and I spent the rest of the week in anticipation.
Since Saturday was what they called, "Free time" I only had to sneak out of a study, tell my music teacher I was sick, excuse myself from dinner and steal a bicycle. I was early though. I had to wait for Geoff. When he drove up I ran and jumped into the car before it even stopped moving.
"What's the matter, are they following you?" he asked. Geoff is so funny. We drove down the roads, country roads, for a while. Geoff just wanted to talk to me, but I was pretty horny and I began to persuade him with my hand gently rubbing his thigh. So we stopped by an old barn we came across and walked across the field to it and went inside. It was pretty dusty, but I really liked the smell it was dark and cool. We found a ladder going up to the loft and we climbed it. I was really excited and I kneeled down in front of him immediately and opened up his pants. I reached inside his tight underwear and brought out the semi-hard mass of his cock and balls. Then I pushed his pants down around his thighs and grabbed his buttocks and began to kiss and lick him. I took his cock between my lips and sucked and nibbled it until it got hard as a rock and as huge as I remembered it. I pulled off all my clothes and lay down on the dusty straw. My arms and legs reached up for him. He stepped out of his pants and sort of jumped on top of me.
"Do it hard," I hissed. I scraped my fingers across his wide back. I was really excited! He held my cunt open and pushed in as hard as he could. Then he pulled it back out to the beginning just as fast and held himself there. I went crazy and I grabbed his ass and tried to pull it down over me as hard as I could. Then he rammed it in as hard as he could and pumped up and down. It was great and I felt myself begin to churn my way to a climax. Then he pulled it all the way out, right in the middle of my frenzy, I almost died of shock. I grabbed his rippling ass and tried to push him back into me, but he pushed me down and climbed up to my chest and sat there, on my tits, rubbing his prick around my neck and face and then into my mouth. I opened wide to take it all in and behind him my legs squeezed together. He took my head in his hands and pushed suddenly. I moaned and then choked as he drove into my mouth, his balls slapping heavily against my chin. I loved him. I couldn't get him in enough, or get enough of him in. I reached up and clutched his ass and squeezed it and then he pushed and drove all the way into my throat. I could feel his hair against my lips. I had ten inches of cock down my throat and I couldn't breathe. And then I was swallowing tons of delicious sperm and he slid out of my mouth. I couldn't get it all down and it ran out across my chin.
Then we collapsed together in the straw and he ran his hands all over me. He pushed his semi-hard cock into my cunt and I squeezed it from inside. He slowly pushed in and out and I began to climax. He continued pumping and got completely hard and then he came again and we just lay there holding on to each other.
"You sure like to get it, don't you?" he said after a while. I asked him if he didn't. Someone came into the barn then and yelled at us. They asked what we were doing.
"We're screwing, go away," Geoff said which made me laugh and whoever it was mumbled something and went away. Geoff remembered that he had hay fever so we decided to leave and slowly climbed back into our clothes.
We got back into the car and drove back to the town. I kissed him when we got to the garage and told him I liked fucking with him because I loved him. My big confession! He smiled and kissed me and then drove away. It was much harder than the trip there, going back, and I got caught leaving the grounds without permission. That school was a jail. I told them I had just gone for a ride for exercise and there was nothing wrong with that. I got two weeks detention.
Jean was very upset that night when I was too tired to do anything, but sleep. She got mad and told me that my mother was right. I was a slut. I hate that and I got mad and I said, "At least I'm not a lesbian." That was terrible and she slapped me. I cried myself to sleep that night. Somehow though, it all seemed worth it.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jean and I made friends later that week. I lovingly worked my way back into her bed. Anyway, I asked her to please let me lay with her one night and she didn't say anything. We hadn't said anything to each other for three days and it was getting ridiculous so I got on her bed with her and carefully went over her whole body with my lips and tongue. I ate her cunt with great enthusiasm. She came and her juices poured into my mouth and on to my face. We were friends afterwards.
The next big event of school was Christmas. We all got to go home for two weeks. It wasn't that simple for me though. My mother was trying to think of some plan for me. "Geoff wanted me to spend the two weeks with him. Then Jean, since we were such good friends, saved the day and asked me to come and stay with her. "After all, you can't possibly stay at your mother's, but a person likes to have a family thing around Christmas."
My mother thought it was splendid idea. So it was arranged. This was just for the records, actually. I was going to stay with Jean until after Boxing day and then go down to Smithtown and stay with Geoff for the rest of the time.
Jean lived in the country outside of the city. It was a long way from school. The school was the only facility for rich or delinquent girls for miles around. Her family was very large. They had a huge house with a farm and stable and horses and everything. They were all really great people. Besides her mother and father there were two little brothers, a grandmother, an aunt and an uncle and one cousin; male, nineteen, nice looking. Not to mention the housekeeper and the stableman. They all really knew how to celebrate Christmas. There were sleigh rides, trimming the tree, big dinners and singing carols around the organ that the grandmother played. All the traditional stuff.
Jean and I had different rooms. "Protect our reputation," she said. I was glad of the privacy, but I sort of missed her at night, so I was glad when old cousin Kevin took an interest in me. We went riding and such and had a good time. He was a nice guy. Jean and he really liked each other.
The last night I stayed there, the whole family trooped out to a neighborhood function. Jean, cousin Kevin and I stayed home and sat in the big den with a bottle of her father's. It was nice having the entire house to ourselves. After a bit, Kevin and I began to feel each other; we were a bit drunk by now. Jean was upset, but she was a bit drunk herself. Kevin and I eventually decided to rape her and we carried her up to one of the big beds. After we dropped her on the bed, Kevin and I began to undress.
Kevin and I grabbed each other and sort of danced around. Jean laughed at us and we went over to her and started to take off her clothes. She didn't put up a fight. I leaned over her and began to kiss one of her breasts. Kevin did the same to the other. Eventually, she was more excited than I've ever seen her. Kevin was too. "I've always wanted to fuck you, Jean," he said. It looked like he was going to get his chance.
Except he was so excited that he sort of lost his erection. That amused Jean. I was more sympathetic and I turned to Mm and began to help. Keven was very nice looking as I've said. He was tall and dark and he had a wide chest. I knelt over him and began to kiss his nipples. He was also a bit of a sadist. He kept telling me to bite harder.
I bit him as hard as I could. I saw Kevin months later in New York. He was a homosexual by then and he really liked big men to whip him with belts.
Anyway, I traveled down his long body, around one buttock where I bit more, and then between his legs, up the inside of one thigh to his balls. I carefully mouthed each of them and ran my tongue through his wiry black hair to his cock. It was a really strange cock, very long and thin. I sucked it, but it was difficult, it would go right into my mouth without filling it. He was ready anyway and I moved over to Jean. She had been watching this time. "Don't bring your dirty mouth to me," she said.
I had to stop and laugh and then I began to lick her. She was getting excited. It was like oiling a machine part. Then I pulled Kevin by the cock over her and reaching between his legs I held him against the moist opening of her cunt as it palpitated around the fingers of my other hand. It was such a long snake of a prick. I watched it slide into her and moaned while she gasped. I'm sure it was the first time she had felt a cock. Too bad Kevin wasn't nice and thick. He might have converted her from lesbianism to incest. I leaned over him and licked his balls, squeezing my face between his legs as they pushed up and down against Jean who was lying stiffly underneath him. I ran my tongue along the crease of Kevin's ass and when it moved up from a long stroke I pressed my tongue right in the hole. I thought that was incredibly dirty and it really turned me on.
Kevin came without any build-up and then slid off, leaving Jean writhing and wailing. I leaned over her and began to eat her, tasting the mixture of her juices and Kevin's as it poured out of her all over my face. She leaned towards me and reached between my legs and began to lick me too.
Kevin watched us and got hard again. He started to pull himself and feel us and then Jean climaxed, crashing against me and then she sort of whimpered and passed out. Kevin took her place between my legs and began to lick me and pushed his cock towards my face. I licked it and then took it in my mouth and sucked until he got hard again. Then I pushed him over and turned around over him. I held the top of his long cock against my cunt and then sank down on it. After about eight strokes he came again, dribbling in me, and collapsed beside Jean. Apparently I could hold my liquor and have sex a little better than they could. I was a long way from passing out.
So I wandered downstairs and had another drink. I walked around the big house which I now had to myself. I thought of all the people living in the rooms I went through and how different they were from me. It sort of made me sad. I decided to go outside for a walk after I had covered the whole place so I put on my boots and a big fur coat that was hanging in the hall. I looked really strange, but I didn't think it mattered too much. It's so dark in the country at night. I wandered around for a while, hardly seeing where I was going. There was a light coming from the barn and so I decided to head in that direction. When I got inside I went over to the horse that I had been riding before and talked to it. As it turned out I wasn't the only one in the barn and I don't mean that the horse answered me.
The stableman who I had noticed earlier and wondered about, was over in another stall and he stood up and looked when he heard me. We were surprised to see each other, but I was delighted, particurly to see this stableman who was built like one of the horses if you know what I mean. He asked me if I was going to ride; he had a one track mind. I said that I wasn't sure (one track mind, also). I went over to the stall he was in and climbed up the railing of the side. He looked sort of embarrassed to see me, standing in the stall with a great big horse that had scared me the first time I saw it. But I wasn't scared then and I gave him a big smile.
"This one's excited tonight," he said.
"Oh."
"Yeah, I was worried he was gonna bust the whole place up."
"Oh."
"Yeah, real excited stallion. I'm pulling it off."
"Ohhhhh!" I said, climbing over the horses side of the stall.
"Can I watch?" Actually, I was sort of nervous being so close to such a big animal, but I really wanted to see and I felt safe with the stableman beside me. I seemed to have made an impression on him at this point.
"I hear they're really big," I added to confirm his impression and I knelt down beside him to see. I had heard right.
"Wow!" I said. The stableman crouched and reached his hand under and touched the huge thing. The horse snorted and twitched. I moved back and knelt behind him.
"Don't worry," he said. "He won't get wild."
"It's so big," I repeated.
The horse was beginning to stamp and make incredible noises. It was really quite exciting to watch.
"Can I do it for a while?"
The stableman looked at me with amazement.
"Sure," he said. "If you want. I think he's gonna come soon."
I didn't know whether I wanted to or not, but I was trying hard to impress the man. I put my hand on his leg for support and gingerly reached out, taking the huge thing in my hand. The horse quivered all over in response to my touch and I began to apply my best techniques. I guess the cock on any male mammal is the same, except for size. I increased my rhythm gently and began to use both hands to cover all of it. It's spray shot on the ground. It was clear and fluid and there were gallons of it. Then his prick began to slowly shrink up into its body. I stood up and patted it affectionately on the rump.
"Nice horse," I commented.
The stableman was just standing there, crouching I mean, staring at me intently. I was really excited and sort of nervous. I climbed back up the side of the stall and looked at him again. He stood up and stepped over to me and I felt really wanton. I opened my coat and pushed it off my shoulders and dropped it down the other side of the rail. That was all I was wearing of course and the stableman gasped and reached up with his hand and squeezed one of my breasts. It sort of hurt, but I was excited. I began to climb down the other side, pressing my bare skin against the rough wood. The stableman walked around through the gate meanwhile, and met me on the other side. He squeezed my ass as I descended.
I turned around and leaned against him, and put my arms around his neck. Then I jumped into his arms, he was so big and hard. He smelled like the barn did. I felt beautiful and sexual, pressed naked against this rough man's rough clothes. I began to push myself against him and kiss him passionately, boring my tongue into his warm mouth. He let go of me then and I slid down his body to the ground. I ran my hands up and down his muscled legs and he pulled his jacket off, standing over me. Then he yanked his T-shirt over his head, exposing his unbelievable chest. I reached up and ran my hands across it and then took hold of his belt. I opened the buckle! He was definitely the biggest person I had ever had and I really wanted him. I felt myself preparing to climax already.
I slowly pushed down his zipper over the large, firm lump at his crotch and opened his pants. Then carefully reaching inside the tattered underwear I brought out the most unbelievably enormous cock I had ever seen. I felt like fainting. It was so huge and heavy, like the horse's and not even hard yet. I began to kiss it and lick it. He pushed his pants down around his thighs and held his balls out, pushing them against my face.
They were so huge and heavy and hung down almost a foot. I took them in my hands and went crazy, licking them all over. The odor was so strong and it excited me even more. I lifted up the heavy mass and licked underneath between his wide legs. I could feel the weight of his cock and balls on my face as I licked underneath them and I took his strong ass in my hands, running my fingers against his hair-covered hole. Then I licked the entire length of his prick. I held it in both hands and kissed the head of it. I tried desperately to get it into my mouth, taking his ass in my hands and pulling my face into it. It took all the strength I had and I thought my jaw was going to break off. I must have scraped him with my teeth too. He got mad and threw me on the floor. I crouched there at his feet on all fours and hissed at him.
"Fuck me, you horse." I wanted him as mad and as rough as possible. He leaned over me and after sinking his teeth into my back, he reached between my legs from behind and prying them apart, lifted me off the ground and held me in the air over the huge head of his cock that pushed itself against the lips of my cunt I began to shake and press myself against it and then he grabbed my shoulders and lifted me up, spreading my legs even wider. He held me against the rough floor, his hands squeezing into my skin and holding me there. He rammed in and out about four times. I screamed and he twisted me from the shoulder and covered one of my breasts with his mouth, digging his teeth into it.
"Fuck me hard, you horse." I screamed at him and holding him by the neck, kept myself off the ground, riding his monster, while he pounded in and out of me and bounced me up and down on his shaft. He wasn't listening to me anymore though. Just pounding out a rhythm of his own. Then, with a noise just like the horse had made, he came. I could feel it explode inside me and he rammed in one last stroke. Then he withdrew immediately after all his cream drained into me and he stood up over me, pulling his clothes back on. He watched me with a big lewd smile on his face as I lay senseless at his feet on the dirt floor.
He took great pleasure in putting his big limp cock back into his pants. I moaned and ran my hand over his leg and writhed around and then he kicked me. I rolled about five feet and couldn't breathe for a few seconds and he stood and watched me. I lay shivering and scared, covered in sweat and running my fingers through his come that ran out between my legs. I brought my fingers up to my mouth and began to lick them and crawl towards him. He laughed and I clutched his big leg and begged him for more. He kicked me again and then he grabbed me by the arm and dragged me across the floor. I started to scream as he opened the door to the stallion's stall. He laughed at me and pushed me with his foot underneath the big horse who snorted and twitched. He laughed loudly and told me the horse can come about ten times if it didn't trample me to death. I lay there and writhed around and then I reached up and touched the horse's sensitive underside. It made a terrible noise and stamped its feet. I wrapped my hand around its cock and pulled on it. I was really scared, but I didn't care.
The stableman whistled when he saw that I was doing it. I don't think he realized how far I could go. I hadn't either. He was right about the horse. It wasn't long before I was lying underneath a hard, black cock about a foot long if not two. I pulled up and down on it with both hands and then I reached up and kissed the end of it and opened my mouth for it. The taste was horrible and it felt sticky. I couldn't do it for very long and I pumped furiously. The horse came and splashed tons of sticky fluid all over me.
I loved it and rolled around underneath. I pulled myself by the hands out from under it and across the floor to the door of the stall, past the stableman's feet. He was impressed and better still, hard again. He was pulling himself while he watched me, and he reached down and grabbed me, lifting me up on a wooden box. He spread my legs open and shoved his cock back into my cunt. I started to climax as soon as he went in and I shook and writhed the whole time he pumped up and down. Then he came again himself and pulled out of me, dropped me on the floor, kicked me in the stomach and walked out. What a fucking man! I lost my wind for a few minutes and then vomited all over myself.
Then I managed to stand up, holding on to a post and throwing up again. Then I just ran, as fast as I could out of the barn. When I got to the house I slammed the door behind me and stood there panting. Then I almost passed out but managed to make it up to the room where the liquor was. I took a shot of brandy and it burned my throat but brought me back to my senses. I managed to get upstairs somehow and into a bath. I nursed my poor depraved body and went into my room, planning to pack and get the fuck out of there. But I lay down and passed out. I remember drifting off, wondering if Jean and Kevin were still lying together in the other room and if the family would come in and see them. I didn't really care.
The next morning was terrible. I woke up feeling very ill, covered in bruises, too late to catch the train and I contemplated suicide for a moment. I dressed myself and got the housekeeper to bring me a bite to eat. Then I went downstairs. Everyone was suspicious. Jean and Kevin hadn't shown their faces yet, and I had to face everyone by myself. I mumbled something about how drunk we all got and they were all shocked. I thought of the story I could tell them. I phoned the airlines and there was a plane in about an hour. I had forty bucks from the Christmas money that my mother had given me and the uncle said he would drive me to the airport. So I went upstairs and threw my stuff into my suitcase and made the rounds, thanking everyone very much for the lovely time. I didn't bother finding Jean, she was still in her room and her mother insisted on going up to tell her that I was leaving.
But I didn't bother hanging around. I sat in the car silently during the uncle's chatter, wishing that he would go faster, and then in the airplane wishing it would go faster. I began to relax a little, cried; being in the air is sort of cleansing. I felt better as we speeded towards Smithtown and Geoff. Merry Christmas.
CHAPTER FIVE
The man in the seat beside me was called Mr. Chester and he bought me a couple of drinks.
"Although I'm sure you're not old enough."
"I'm not, thanks."
I didn't really feel like talking. I was pretty depressed all of a sudden and I wanted to think. It was morbid of me, I know. Mr. Chester wouldn't shut up though, and the next thing I knew he had distracted me completely. In fact, I found myself contemplating his cock and fucking and sucking it.
"And what are you going to do in Smithtown?"
"I'm on my way to see my boyfriend for the rest of the holiday."
This excited and turned him off. I think he was the type of man that got off on fourteen-year-old virgins in his wildest fantasies. He thought about it for a bit. Then I got him to buy me another drink.
"A young girl like you off to another city to see a boy. Your parents must think you're quite mature."
"They think I'm a slut."
He thought about that for about ten minutes. Just enough time for me to turn on. He was a very nice man in an older way, very grey and handsome and well built. I smiled and was charming all the rest of the flight. After we got off he insisted on taking me downtown as far as the hotel he was staying at. He was a lawyer.
"Have your boyfriend pick you up there, dear. Save him the drive."
That was a good idea. I went in a taxi with Mr. Chester downtown and on the way I realized how stupid I was being. By the time we got there I was determined to get rid of Mr. Chester immediately and went to a pay phone. But as it turned out, Geoff wasn't home. The bastard! I had no place to go. Mr. Chester was delighted.
"Wonderful, let's have another drink."
But of course they would not serve me in the Cocktail Lounge and we had to go up to his room and get room service. Very smooth, Mr. Chester was. Hotel rooms always make me feel immoral and I decided to relax and enjoy myself. I sat down on a chair and kicked my shoes off. I watched Mr. Chester turn on the television and call for room service, vaguely wondering about his cock that I could see outlined by creases in his suit pants. He went into the bathroom for a while and then he came and sat beside me. We had a drink and after a while he began to rub his leg against mine, very seductively. Then he reached out and put his hand on my thigh, and gently brushed it. It felt nice and I began to feel seductive myself, because he was so slow. I guess I have a thing about older men, but I just discovered it then. He was pretty old compared to me. About forty something. He was very handsome though. We were both getting a bit drunk now. Smooth as he was he seemed to be a bit nervous. I guess he was worried about how I'd react. I decided to make it easier for him, more exciting for him too, I thought. Definitely more exciting for me.
I said, "Do you want to fuck me, Mr. Chester?"
He almost dropped his drink, but then he got cool and said, "As a matter of fact, I do. I find you exciting."
So I stood up and walked slowly towards the middle of the room and began to take my clothes off in front of him, piece by piece and dropping them on the floor. When I was naked I walked over to him and sat down on his lap. I began to kiss him, and run my hands around his neck and across his chest. He held me and felt my breasts.
I could feel the large lump of his prick pressing into me from underneath, which excited me. His face was rough from his beard and his mouth tasted of liquor and pipe smoke. I leaned towards him and pressed one of my breasts against his mouth. He kissed it and licked it, as he was getting more excited. Eventually, he stood up and carried me in his arms over to the bed. He lay me down very gently and began to cover my body with kisses. I got really hot from his touch. He really knew what he was doing. I've found that older men are usually very good lovers, but I wasn't used to them then. When he began to lick my cunt I pulled his head against me and started to flow into his mouth. He kept licking until I was going crazy, then he sat up. His face was red and his breathing was heavy and excited.
He stood up and began to take his clothes off. I lay watching him, rolling around on the bed and stretching. His body was nice. The hair on it was greyish brown and there was so much of it. He had big, thick legs and when he pulled his underwear off, I almost screamed. His prick and balls were big and hanging. I reached out and began to kiss the end of his prick and lick down the length of it. He pushed me back and got on the bed over me, spreading my cunt with his finger. Then he pushed in all the way with one smooth stroke. He pumped me rhythmically. It was great! So gentle compared to what I was used to. I loved having this man's body on top of me. I clutched at him and pulled him against me.
And then he came in me, he pushed very hard and deep into me as he did it. It felt great! And he kept hard and continued to stroke for a long time, until I climaxed. Then he slid out of me and lay back with his eyes closed. Eventually, he got up and went into the bathroom. I lay there for a while and then I phoned Geoffs again and he still wasn't home. I figured I'd leave anyway and I went into the bathroom with Mr. Chester. He was peeing and I put my arms around him and pressed myself against his back. He wasn't too friendly anymore, so I took a shower instead. He stood outside the shower door and watched me when I came out. He was hard again and followed me into the other room. I stood beside him with my hand on his chest as he sat down on the bed and then
I kneeled on the floor between his legs and began to lick his cock again. I took it in my mouth and he held my head and pushed me down on him. I sucked him for about ten minutes, nonstop. It was a bit painful, but I got into it and when he came, it was great. I swallowed hard and then I stood up and went back into the washroom for a minute. I came out and started to get into my clothes.
"Oh, are you on your way, dear?" Mr. Chester said, acting really surprised, but I think he was relieved.
"Yeah, I am," and I pulled on my shoes and coat. Mr. Chester insisted on giving me taxi fare and I couldn't be bothered refusing as he slipped a twenty in my pocket which I discovered on my way down the elevator. This comes under the category of prostitution I realized which made me feel not too good. I went to the bar as soon as I got to the lobby and had another drink. I kept trying Geoffs number and sat there really depressed. Finally when the bar was about to close I got a hold of Geoffs roommate, Brian, and told him I was coming over to wait there for Geoff. I got a taxi, very drunk, and drove over. When I got to the apartment I gave the rest of my money, about fifteen dollars, to the driver. He was freaked out and I felt much better.
Brian let me in. There was a small party in progress; Brian was having parties there all the time. I was invited to join but I told them I was too tired and went into Geoffs room. I was tired really and glad I wasn't going to end up being the party girl with Geoffs friends, as I probably would have under other circumstances. I had another bath instead. I was really feeling dirty. Brian brought me in a cup of tea; he's really nice. Then I got into Geoffs bed and fell into a sleep. I woke up a little later from the noise Geoff made, coming into the apartment. I panicked, feeling very conspicuous lying there in his bed; what if he was mad I thought, or what if he had another girl with him; or what if he was at the airport and saw me leave with Mr. What's-his-name? So I ended up jumping out of bed and climbing underneath it. I'm really stupid sometimes. I heard Geoff talking in the other room and Brian telling him that I was here. He came crashing into the room and turned on the lights. I felt really dumb.
"Where is she?" he said to Brian and he answered.
"She's in there unless she climbed out the window."
I said, "Here I am, under the bed," Geoff got down and looked and then dragged me out by the leg, laughing. He was happy to see me, which made me glad; even his finding me in such a dumb place, he didn't even ask me why. We just lay on the floor together, holding on to each other for a long time. It was so nice to be touching someone that I loved. Then he stood up and began to take his clothing off. I waited with my arms reaching out for him, watching his beautiful body appear. When he was naked he stood over me and I ran my hands up his legs; then he kneeled down and pressed his body against mine, it felt so good. We fucked slowly and gently for a long time until Geoff got very stiff and held on to me tightly.
Then without either of us moving he exploded in my cunt. What a beautiful guy. He lifted me up on the bed and we lay down in each other's arms. I fell asleep immediately and didn't wake up until the middle of the next day. I woke up then because Geoff was kissing me; what a nice way to begin a day.
We felt each other and I reached down for his prick, which was already stiff and hard, so I helped him put it in me, pushing my cunt up towards it When it had pressed right in to the bottom of me, the way it can, we just lay back, quivering, and holding on to each other. Then he slowly pumped up and down about half of a hour or more. I finally began to come, slowly churning up and writhing around it. He let himself go at the same time, having a beautiful orgasm. We crashed up and down together and against each other and reverberated. He slowly pulled out of me and began to kiss my body. It was then that he noticed the teeth marks on my breast and he asked me about them. It was then that I remembered all the things that had happened to me in the last few days and I stopped feeling good all over immediately.
"Aren't they terrible?" I said covering myself and getting out of bed.
"How did you get them?" he was horrified. "At Jean's." I blurted out. "You mean you sleep with your roommate?" he was beginning to yell and started to feel really bad, but sort of nervous too; I wished I didn't have to talk about it.
"Sure, don't you ever have sex with Brian?" I have this tendency, whenever I'm nervous, to evade the topic.
"No, I never have." He said grimly, I could tell I had just said a stupid thing.
"Well that's because you're not stuck in a school full of boys with him." I persisted. I tried to conclude the conversation with that and started to put my clothing on and run around and act busy.
"She's kind of rough, isn't she?" Geoff didn't seem to want to conclude.
"Who?" I said vacantly, I almost didn't know what he was talking about.
"Jean! For Christ's sake, how many of the chicks are you fucking out there?" He was really mad at this point and I felt terrible. I debated my policy for a few moments and I decided that this was all wrong, since I love Geoff, and he loves me, I didn't have to be sneaky, or lie to him about what I did; you know, honesty is the best policy.
"Actually, it wasn't Jean who did this to me; or any of the other girls, it was this stableman."
"A stableman, what the hell!" I was wrong, honesty is not the best policy, at least not in this case, but it was too late to switch to lying.
"Well you see, I was pretty drunk and I went out to the barn at night; for a walk, you know, and the stableman was in the barn. He was pulling off one of the horses that was horny. I started watching, it was really interesting, and I guess it just turned us on a lot and he was really rough; that's all."
"You and Jean are a real pair of private school sluts, aren't you?"
"I told you, Jean had nothing to do with it." I had always hated being called a slut, but I don't know why I was bothering to defend Jean. "She was still in the house with her cousin, Kevin."
"I presume you had already done it with her cousin."
I was going to start crying soon.
"But it wasn't enough for you, you had to go out to the barn and do it with a stableman. What if you hadn't found him, were you going to use the horse?" He was really mad, but if he only knew. I started to cry. sure enough.
"Don't start bawling you rotten slut." he screamed at me and he grabbed me and pushed me across the room. I hit a wall and then fell on the floor. He stormed out the door, and then out of the apartment. I sat down on the floor and cried for about twenty minutes, then I moved to the bathroom and cried some more. Finally I decided that he was really being a prick about it; if I wasn't a slut I wouldn't be with him in the first place. Anyway I washed and put some makeup on and went into the kitchen. Brian was sitting there: he must have heard the whole thing but I didn't bother talking to him about it.
"Geoff told me to fuck you when lie left." Brian smiled at me after a while.
"Why don't you fuck him?" I answered. "He needs it more than I do." I was really pissed off and I went into the living room with a glass of orange juice. What a horrible day it had turned into. Brian laughed away and followed me out.
"He'll get over it, don't worry." He said, and I found that quite reassuring. "Unless he's crazy. I think you're a nice chick and I don't care if you are a slut."
I threw my glass of orange juice in his face and jumped up. I got my coat and started to slam the door, but he came after me and apologized a lot; he caught me in a weak moment-I didn't have anywhere to go. I actually decided to give him the fuck of a lifetime, but he was really joking. We just went back into the apartment and smoked up instead. It was nice, just what I wanted to do. We used a big water pipe which made it easy to inhale and we smoked quite a bit. After a while things began to seem really strange, and nice. Some people came to the door; they were friends of Brian's. I was disappointed that it wasn't Geoff. They came in and sat down and we all smoked some more, everyone looked so beautiful and moved so nicely, and the music was so good. But after a while I got quite sad again and I started to think that it would be better if I left. Brian might be wrong; Geoff would never want to see me again. I couldn't think of any place to go to, that was the problem. Not to my mother's if it killed me, surely not back to school, not back to Jeans; there was nowhere. I'd just have to walk the streets or kill myself or something. I'm not that melodramatic. I'd probably enjoy the streets, become a real professional slut.
It almost happened too. I wandered into the bedroom and sort of half-heartedly packed up my stuff. I couldn't find half of it because I had been so drunk when I came in, I lost it all. It took quite a while. Mostly I just stared out the window and was sad. During a break in the music I heard Geoffs voice in the other room. He was beside the door.
"I wasn't serious when I left," he was saying.
"Don't worry, I didn't think you were. I just got her stoned." That was Brian's voice.
I continued to stare out the window. Geoff didn't sound like he was that mad anymore.
It was getting late and all the lights were going on, I noticed. Geoff came into the room and said "Hi." very simply like nothing had happened so I turned around to look at him and he came over and put his arms around me and kissed me. He said he was sorry and asked me if I'd like to go out with him to eat and told me to get ready. I had to change my clothes while he stood watching me and we left and walked downtown; to a restaurant and sat eating a meal by candlelight. Then we went to a disco and danced for a while.
Geoff is such a good dancer, we make a great couple in fact. I started to feel happy and wholesome like all the other girls. It was hard though; Randy my old boyfriend was there and he came over and tried to pick me up. He was quite drunk and getting fat instead of muscular; I hardly recognized him. When I did I told him to get lost because he was being quite familiar with me, so to speak. Geoff was a bit uptight; I guess it reminded him of what a slut he was with. We left shortly after that and went back to the apartment. Geoff had bought a bottle and he sat down in the living room and asked me to pour him a drink. I went into the kitchen and played bartender and brought him two healthy shots with coke. Then he told me to put on a record which I did and while I stood waiting for my next direction Geoff started to feel himself which shocked me at first but I thought it looked really neat too, sort of obscene. He told me to dance. I felt really dumb and I was tired of dancing but I thought I would do what he told me to so I danced around the room and turned the music up really loud and got into it. He lay there feeling himself and watching me.
After a while he said, "Undress!" and I started to take off my dress.
Keep dancing.' I had to dance and take off my clothes at the same time, sort of an amateur strip-tease. I undid my bra slowly and let it fall off my shoulders; I sort of swung it in front of him before I let it drop. Then I slid my pantyhose off, one leg at a time stretched out in his direction. I noticed his crotch had become a large bulge as he felt it and I was inspired, in fact I started to enjoy myself. After I pulled off my panties, I danced over to him and gently sat down on his lap. I unbuttoned his shirt and kissed him on the lips; then I let my mouth travel down his chest.
I licked and nibbled at his nipples until they were flat and hard, first one, then the other. I slid my hand along his leg and over the huge hard lump. I was really excited by that and I kneeled on the floor in front of him and slowly undid his pants, still nibbling at him, at this point at his stomach and navel, catching hairs in my mouth.
He jumped up and said, "Come on," pulling my up off the floor. I walked into the bedroom behind him, my arms wrapped around his chest. Geoff pushed off his pants and lay down on the bed saying, "Okay, take it away."
I kneeled down and began to kiss his feet, I was being really humble; sexually I'm a very humble person in fact. I slowly moved up the inside of his leg, taking muscled flesh in my mouth and kissing it. He lay back and moaned when my lips reached the inside of this thigh, his balls hanging down between them. I licked carefully and slowly. He had one leg propped up on the bed; I pressed underneath it and my mouth traveled from his balls to the inside of his buttock. He lifted up his hips and my tongue pressed up to his ass, new territory I had recently discovered with cousin Kevin; then I went back the way I came.
Geoff said, "That was nice, you like my ass?" I began to lick his balls again and then his prick. He leaned up over me so that he could reach my cunt with his face, I was lying underneath him. I opened my mouth and took his long prick in, he began to lick at my cunt and press his tongue in, which felt so good. I didn't have to move at all, just he there while his hips pumped up and down and he fucked my mouth. Sometimes he would go in so far I would choke but he kept going and his ass and balls were right above my face; I pulled at them and rubbed them; meanwhile his tongue was going wild in my cunt.
He pulled out of me and moved off suddenly, pushing my hips over sideways. He knelt behind me and stuck his prick between my legs, pulling them wide apart and then he pushed into my cunt from behind. It was very tight and felt great; he rammed furiously against my back until he came and then rather than lying down for a rest he put my legs down and crawled up me. When he was over my face he rubbed his soggy prick around and then held it for me to lick. Since I hadn't come yet myself it was great; I licked and then I sucked it for a while and he played with my breasts and squeezed them with his ass; then he reached back for my cunt and ran his fingers into it. He was getting really hard again and began to flex his hips, ramming his prick in and out while I played with his balls and sucked. I ran my fingers along his ass and pushed one of them up the hole as far as it would go. He went crazy then and he began to pound against me and pulled my face with his hands almost choking me and pushing right into my throat. Finally he yanked my hand away and asked me if anyone had ever done that to me before. Since I wasn't able to speak I shook my head and moaned and he said, "You mean to say there are still virgin parts on you?"
He let his prick slide out of my mouth and told me to roll over and so I did and he pressed one of his fingers against my ass the way I had done to him. It took awhile to get it in and it sort of stung, but it didn't seem unpleasant.
"Oh, boy!" He said, "I get your bum!" He was really excited. Then he pulled his finger out and pressed his prick against me. I knew it wasn't going to go in, it was so big and I was scared because he kept pressing it harder and harder and then my ass opened up and it sank in a bit. It hurt like hell.
"Don't Geoff, you'll split me."
"No I won't just relax." He laughed and pressed harder and harder until it opened more and I felt his whole great big prick slide into my poor ass. I bit the bed sheet to stop from screaming.
"There," he said, "It's all the way in; what does it feel like?"
"You're killing me." I answered. I really thought he was.
He started to move up and down, and his prick pushed in and out. He started to talk. "Don't worry Jenny, I'm not going to kill you. Hove you. This is punishment. I'm punishing you because you deserve it. This will make you feel better. You want to be punished. It will make you love me even more and I will forgive you. Don't you like it?"
And I did. I thought of his punishment fantasy and the pain started to feel less like pain and more like pleasure as he ran in and out and soon it was over after one long, tearing stroke, I felt his come shoot off, up my ass, and he moaned and collapsed. He slowly pulled out and my ass fell back into place after about five sensitive minutes. Was I ever glad it was over. But it really made me horny. Geoff went into the bathroom and I lay on the bed and moaned and rubbed my body against the sheet and felt myself until he yelled at me to come into the shower with him. I got up and barely managed to walk into the bathroom and we got into the shower and let the water run all the way over us as we soaped each other. Geoff carefully rubbed my ass, there was a little cut and he felt very sorry.
"Supposed to use vaseline or something, I forgot," he apologized as he stroked me; and then he knelt down and pressed his tongue against it and cooled it and then he turned me around and dove his tongue into my cunt. All that pain had explosive effects inside me and I started to pour into his mouth, his tongue went very deep and I pulled at his head. Brian poked his head in the bathroom door then and said, "Excuse me kids, I've gotta pee."
"Well, pee in the toilet." Geoff took his mouth off me long enough to say. It really made me laugh. He pressed against me again and continued to lick, his tongue was as good as his cock. My laugh changed to excited hysteria. Then he moved up me and nibbled and sucked at my breasts and began to kiss me and I reached down and rubbed his prick against my stomach. It was a bit limp but we managed to push it into my cunt. I squeezed my legs together and pressed it and started to come and it got completely hard. Geoff had to hold me up; my whole body writhed and I almost passed out. I held his hips and pulled myself on and off his long prick until I couldn't stand and as I shook with orgasm he came in me again and we stood there for a minute feeling the warmth of the water and then we turned it off and got out.
We rubbed each other with towels and Geoff wrapped me up in his big bathrobe and pulled on a pair of jeans. My hair was soaking wet so I wrapped a towel around it and then we went and sat in the living room. Brian was there with a girl he had brought home. We sat down with them and smoked some more grass and listened to the stereo. The girl's name was Susan; she seemed a bit nervous but she relaxed with us, I guess Geoff and I looked pretty domestic and healthy; if she only had arrived a little earlier. Eventually Brian took her into his bedroom and Geoff and I were left alone again and we necked a bit and then started talking about how much fun it would be to watch them, We contemplated it for a while; I had trouble enthusing Geoff, but eventually we put on some coats and sneaked out to the fire escape which ran along the outside of Brian's room.
We crawled along until we were below his window, we thought we were so sneaky. We both lifted our heads up and held on to each other. The window was open a bit and the blind was up about two inches from the top of the sill, just enough to be able to see in and get a dead-on view of Brian's bed, opposite the window. How exciting. There were hardly any lights on but we could make out two bodies on the bed together and after a while it got clearer. Susan was undressed except for her panties. She had a pretty nice body and seemed quite excited, from the way she clutched at Brian and writhed. I was more interested in him: he still had his jeans on and was lying over her. kissing and feeling. They gradually got more active while Geoff and I got pretty cold outside the window. So we crawled back to the door and went in, hugging each other for warmth.
"Maybe we should take a few blankets and some hot chocolate out." Geoff said. I laughed, but he was really serious; I thought we should just wait until things got going a bit more and then go out and have another look. So we had a cigarette and I persuaded Geoff to come back out. When we got under the window the scene had improved. Brian had his pants pulled down to his ankles and she was feeling around his legs. Brian was a short guy with a heavy build, nice and muscled. I had been looking forward to seeing him naked. He had thick legs, and a beautiful hard ass. It was moving up and down, rubbing against her and when he started to slide down to her lower regions, you could make out what looked like a nice large cock but it was too dark to appreciate it, the distance was too great. He kneeled with his legs straddling her and began to lick at her cunt. We got a beautiful view of his ass, pushed up towards us, and his big balls dangling between his legs. I was getting really excited.
Geoff was getting bored by this time. I guess he couldn't see what he wanted. Anyway he crawled back inside and motioned for me to follow. But I couldn't take my eyes away so I lingered. Susan had pushed him away from her cunt. I heard her murmur something and Brian moved back up to her face and they kissed some more. I could tell his cock was rock hard and it looked big. Then Susan said something that I couldn't hear but it sounded bad because Brian sort of whimpered and put his arms around her and pressed against her. I figured she was getting cold feet and was I ever pissed off. His ass pressed against her and then tensed up and then he slowly rubbed up and down. I could just feel the size of his cock pressed against her legs. I hope he came all over her and soiled her panties. I was furious and I shot back inside and sprawled in a chair in the living room.
"Learn any new techniques?" he asked.
I told him I got some ideas and that she was chickening out and I was really pissed off.
"Maybe Brian isn't any good." he suggested.
"Are you serious?" I asked.
"Well, don't you worry about it." He looked at me knowingly, "That is don't get any ideas in your head. He'll find someone."
I smiled and pressed my hand against his crotch.
"Not again," he said. I reached for his belt buckle and opened his pants. I was really quite excited and his balls and dork were so clean and delicious, I pulled them out and took each of his heavy balls in my mouth and sucked them for a while, Geoff gently patted my head. Then I licked his entire prick; it was warm and big but still soft. I opened my mouth and sucked it in until the head pressed into my throat. Then I pulled up and down with my lips and ran my tongue around it. I guess he was pretty tired, it was really late at night by then and we had had an incredible day. Anyway; I continued to suck for a long time and he got stiff and pressed into my mouth but he wasn't rock hard the way he usually is. I kept at it, the image of Brian's ass squeezing against that stupid girl in my mind.
Geoff pushed himself off the chair and bent over me. I laid back on the floor and he sat on my chest and pumped in and out of my mouth. I held on to his ass and pulled it towards me and sucked furiously. Finally he got very hard and began to ram in and out. At this point Brian came out of his room, nude, and headed for the bathroom. We ignored him, after all, fair's fair. In fact I sort of enjoyed his seeing us that way. He stopped for a minute and watched us and then he wandered away. By the time he came back Geoff was exploding in my mouth. I lay back and let his cream, not too much of it this time, slide down my throat. Brian said we looked pretty good and went back into his room. We could hear them talking and starting to put their clothes back on so we smoked a cigarette and went into the bedroom and lay on the bed. Geoff fell asleep almost immediately, I lay awake for a long time thinking about nothing in particular. Susan left. I heard Brian let her out and then go back in his room. It took me a long time to get to sleep, it had been quite a day.
CHAPTER SIX
When I woke up the next morning Geoff was already out of bed getting dressed. We talked for a while; I tried to get him to take his clothes back off and climb into bed with me again, but he said he couldn't. He had to go to the college library and do some work for school but he would be back by lunchtime. Then he left and I tried to get back to sleep for a while but I couldn't so finally I got out of bed even though it was so early. On my way to the bathroom I couldn't resist looking into Brian's room. He was asleep, lying on his stomach. His wide back was dark and bare. The sheet came up to his waist and was twisted all around him; he looked like he had had a restless sleep. I could see the outline of his legs and ass through the sheet and I had to stop myself from going over and touching him.
I couldn't be bothered getting dressed and I put on a big bathrobe of Geoffs that I liked the feel and smell of. Then I went into the kitchen and made myself a hearty breakfast, which is unusual; I don't often feel hungry in the mornings. Then I had a cup of coffee and a smoke and sat down to wonder what I would do until Geoff got back. The phone rang and I ran into the other room to answer it. Brian woke up and as I was picking up the receiver he came to the door of his room and stood there. Since it was for him I held the receiver out towards him, and since the phone was sitting on the floor I had sat down in a low chair to answer it and I didn't bother getting up right away.
Brian came and kneeled beside me and talked for a while. I just sat and watched him. I could make out the outline of his prick through his underwear; it was very large and it seemed hard. I've found out that most guys are hard in the morning; it's because they have to pee; but they're usually horny, too. He looked up at me and ran his hand over my leg while he talked. After he hung up we wished each other good morning and I went into the kitchen to make him a breakfast like I'd had and he went to the bathroom. Then he came and sat down at the table and watched me cook.
"It was really strange seeing you on the floor, last night," he said. "I guess I didn't turn her on very well."
"If you didn't turn her on it was because she didn't want to be, Brian, I know." I proceeded to tell him how we had ended up on the floor after watching him and Susan through the window.
"Christ!" he said, "Is there no privacy?"
"What do you want privacy for?" I asked pointedly and brought over his breakfast, put it in front of him, buttered some toast and poured him a glass of milk. Then I sat down in the other chair and watched him eat. When he was finished I made some more coffee and we started talking again.
"You really suck him off, don't you."
"Yeah, I like to do that a lot."
"I'll bet he likes it to; I should have fucked you yesterday when he told me to."
"Yeah, you should have." And I reached under the table and squeezed his thigh. "Do you think he'd mind?"
"I'd say he'd mind." Brian answered.
"Well we could go ahead and not tell him, but I hate being sneaky and he'd find out anyway and then he'd be madder. He thinks I'm a slut anyway."
Brian said that he would freak right out when he found out and got up and walked out of the room, really frustrated. "I think we should put some clothing on." He said.
I sat there for a while thinking about the mistake I would be making; and then about Brian's leg, how thick his thigh was and how nice it felt and how muscular it was, pressed against the chair. So I ended up making the mistake anyway, got up and followed him into his room. He was lying on his bed and he had taken his underwear off. He lay on his stomach and was rubbing himself against the sheet. His ass rolled around and I could see the end of his prick squashed underneath him. It was too much, I felt myself watering at the mouth, sort of; I had to touch him.
"I have to do this," I said. "If you just lie there and don't do anything you won't have to worry about anything, it's all my doing." I said this really fast and I sat down on the bed beside him. My hand quivered as I reached out to touch his smooth skin; I leaned over and kissed the back of his neck and curled his hair through my fingers. I kissed his back and ran my hand down it. He shook and rolled from side to side. I reached around and ran my hand down his thickly haired chest and pushed myself down, my mouth moving over his back, kissing and nibbling at it. My other hand moved down to that beautiful ass and I kissed his back and slid my lips along it to the side of his buttock and down his leg.
He spread them wide and I kissed and licked my way up the inside. He rolled over on his back suddenly, my one hand was pressed underneath him, squeezing and digging at his ass, the other one moved down across his stomach, over his navel, pressing in and through his thick wiry pubic hair and on to the prick. It was a great prick. Not that long but really thick. I got really excited. My mouth moved up to his balls and I licked them and mouthed each one. He propped his legs up on either side of me, so I ran my tongue under his balls, through the hair and up the crease of his ass as far as I could. I pushed him up and stuck my head right under his ass as far as I could, and pressed my tongue into his hole, as hard as I could. It sank in a bit and Brian quivered and moaned; I wanted to keep it up but I felt so dirty doing that.
I licked back down between his legs and pulled him so he turned over on top of me and kneeled over my head. I went crazy then, his prick was rock hard and pointed towards me; I pulled at it and put my lips around the end of it, kissing and licking at it.
Brian was shaking and moaning, it was so great. I grabbed his ass and pulled him down on me opening my mouth as wide as it would go and taking his prick all the way in. It sank right up to the base, his hairs brushed against my lips. Such a nice prick to suck; it was thick enough to fill my whole mouth but it didn't choke me. I can really suck well now; and I did my best on this one. Brian knelt over me and I could see him watching his prick sink in and out of my mouth and he began to pump his hips and reach down to squeeze my breasts. Then he grabbed my head and pulled it as he pushed in and out. His come was very fast; it shot into my mouth and down my throat.
Brian sort of screamed and collapsed backwards on the bed. He pulled my head over him and continued to pull it up and down over his prick and I continued to suck and after it got a bit limp it hardened again. I pressed my cheeks around it and pulled it with my lips. Then I took my mouth off it for a minute and licked off all the saliva mixed with come and then sucked even harder. Meanwhile I ran my hands around his balls and cupped them in my palms; they were so heavy and big. I ran my fingers around his ass and pulled it and pressed against his hole and then forced two fingers up it. Brian went crazy and he clamped the muscles so hard I thought my fingers would break off. Then he yanked his prick out of my mouth suddenly and pushed my down flat on the bed. He climbed over me and pressed himself against my cunt. His cock was so wet it pushed into my moist excited cunt immediately. He pushed so hard it almost hurt, but it felt great and I gradually began to come as he pumped in and out.
My orgasm lasted for hours and he went on until I was completely stiff and then he shot off again, into my cunt.
We kept on moving together and his prick got very limp and finally it sort of slipped out of me with a wet sound. We didn't even look at each other. I got chilled suddenly and went into the other room. While I was getting dressed I heard him in the bathroom having a shower. I put my coat on and went out. I wandered downtown and looked at things. I had brought along a sweater that my mother had given me for Christmas and I took it back to the store and got the money back. I went to a little boutique and looked at these lace panties and tops. I bought a set that was black lace, you could see through if; I thought it would be really sexy. I bought some food too and went back to the apartment to make Geoff a delicious lunch. Brian and I acted like casual acquaintances to convince each other that nothing had happened I guess. Geoff came home in sort of a bad mood and he wasn't very hungry. He sat by himself and listened to a record he had brought with him while I cleaned up the kitchen, I was being very domestic. Brian went out and after I was finished I went in and sat down on the floor and listened to the record too. When it was finished Geoff got up and stood over me. "You and Brian fucked while I was out, didn't you?"
"What?" I stared blank faced, I wasn't going to deny it or anything, but I sure didn't expect him to accuse me of it right away; maybe he went out in the morning just so it could happen. That's what I think now, but then I was really nervous. He sort of took that as a confirmation.
"I knew you would. I really love you, you know; but you're such a slut. I could even marry you or something but you would be fucking strangers all the time."
"I love you too, though, Geoff," I mumbled. I was recovering slightly from the shock.
"Your idea of love is pretty physical, I'm afraid." I wasn't sure what he meant by that but it sounded pretty condescending. I stood up to end the conversation; there really didn't seem to be anything else to say. That made him really mad. He flew into a rage and grabbed me and threw me back in a chair.
"Who's the best fuck? Me, Jean, the stableman, or Brian?" he yelled at me.
"The stableman is of course, not that it makes much difference. Did you think you were?" I decided to fight back-after all that's what he was looking for, and I really wanted to make him as mad as I could even though I was afraid of him. Geoff has a terrible temper. He reached down and tore the front of my blouse open and ripped apart my bra in one quick motion. I was shocked and I sat there staring.
"You like this?" he said rubbing where there were teeth marks, almost faded away. "You think you would be satisfied with one guy if he bashed you around a bit?"
He squeezed my breast between his fingers, really hard.
"Don't Geoff." I said and squirmed around.
"I thought you liked it rough."
"That's not rough, it's just painful." I answered. I was really cool about it and I just stared at him calmly, and he reached back and swung his fist into my face so hard my head swung back, and I screamed. He grabbed my arm and yanked me up off the chair.
"Let's see if I can do it right," he yelled. He pushed me across the room and then he grabbed me by the neck and pushed me over the arm of another chair. He leaned over me and spanked me. It really didn't hurt but I started to cry anyway. Then he told me to undress. I didn't want to, but I always do whatever he tells me. I stood up stiffly and started to undress. When I was naked he sat down and pulled me over him and spanked me some more. It really stung, I guess his hand hurt too. He pushed me off him suddenly, so hard, I rolled about five feet; then he stood up over me and started to unbuckle his belt and pull it out of his pants.
"Geoff, don't!" I gasped, I was really scared then.
He laughed this horrible laugh, a sneer actually and then he reached down and dragged me across the room to his bedroom. He pulled me across the floor and made me lean over his bed on my stomach. I was petrified. And then I heard the belt whistle through the air and it smashed against my ass. I screamed and writhed with pain, it was horrible. He did it again, just as I was recovering from the first blow. This one went right through me and I screamed again. He must have whipped me five or six times. I was numb and I lost track of the strokes.
Then he yanked me off of the bed and pushed me down to the floor. I lay sobbing at his feet as he stepped out of his pants and underwear. His prick sprang out rock hard; he must have been really excited by doing that. He got down and climbed over me sitting on my face.
"Lick it, you bitch." He snarled at me and I opened my mouth and reached my tongue out for his balls and ass. He moved down a bit until his big rod was dangling over me. I licked at it and then he grabbed my head, pressing his prick against my mouth.
"Suck it." I licked at his prick and he drove it into my mouth, I sucked and moaned. I watched him sitting over me shoving his prick in and out of my mouth as hard as he could. I looked at his eyes and I couldn't believe how cruel they were. I was terrified; but fascinated in a way.
"Suck it harder." He reached around and smashed his hand across my thigh. Tears began to run down my face, but I didn't notice. I was possessed. I opened my mouth as wide as it would go, around the thick mass of his prick and he shoved in, all the way to my throat. I began to choke and I looked at his eyes again and then I did a strange thing. I sank my teeth, as hard as I could into the base of his cock. He screamed with pain, the whole thing suddenly really excited me.
"You bitch!" He screamed I'll murder you!" And I thought maybe he would. He grabbed my face and wrenched his prick out of my mouth and jumped up. He kicked me in the stomach and I rolled across the room and gasped for breath. He grabbed the belt and ran over to me. He grabbed me roughly by the arm, digging his nails in and forced me against a little table. Then he began to slash me with all his strength, one stroke after another as fast as he could.
I passed out during it and I don't know how many times he did it. When I came to I was lying underneath him and he was pumping his prick furiously in and out of my cunt. I felt his come shoot into me and then he yanked it out and climbed back up to my chest. His prick was still rock hard and come dribbled from it across my chest. He pushed it up against my face and I reached up and very lovingly I kissed it. Then I sucked again for a while and lay back and pumped it, hanging over my face.
"I'm coming." he said, almost gently; and when he did, his cream sprayed out onto my face and neck and he sat down on my chest. He wiped his fingers in the pools of his cream and held them up to my mouth for me to lick. I reached up and ran my tongue over them, tasting the bitter-sweet taste and he scraped the cream from around my face to my lips and I licked that too. He reached behind him and rubbed some of it into my cunt and then around my ass where he had whipped me. Then he got up and shoved me over and walked to the bathroom. I just lay there paralyzed for a while, tears running down my face and then I got up and went into the bathroom. Geoff was standing naked, looking out the small window. I washed my face and then I got into the shower. I let the water run over me and cool the sting for a while, then I got out. He was still standing there, not saying anything. I stood up on the counter, which was hard and looked in the mirror at my backside. I was covered in red welts and scrapes, he must have done it about thirty times.
There were a couple of little cuts in the skin and I rubbed some cream into them. Geoff just stood there staring; it made me really mad, sort of sick actually. I walked past him and into the bedroom and got into some clothing as fast as I could. I grabbed my purse and coat and headed for the door. Geoff ignored me but just as I was closing the door behind me I heard him yell, "Don't be late, we're going skiing early tomorrow." I couldn't believe it.
I ended up wandering downtown again. I really stung and it was hard to walk. Other than that I felt miserable, like an orphan with no home to go to. I went to a theater that was showing a movie that was supposed to be good and sat by myself watching it. It was good too, so for two hours or so I forgot all about myself and my problems and aches and pains. When it ended I walked outside with the rest of the crowd and I felt even worse. It was dark out and I couldn't go back to Geoff, I couldn't go anywhere so I walked across the street to a restaurant that was always packed with people looking for something to do. I was really feeling sorry for myself. I got a cup of coffee and went and sat by myself, ignoring everyone who showed an interest in me.
I reviewed everything that had happened to me, how I ended up sitting here by myself with no place to go. All of the other people sitting there at least had homes to go to even if nothing was happening there, but not me. Geoff was right. I was just a slut, and it was because of that that I ended up being humiliated and beaten by some guy. If I just stayed with one guy and didn't antagonize him by making it with his friends he would respect me and we would have good sex without going too far. But I was never going to get one guy at the rate I was going; in fact I don't think I really wanted to. Certainly not Geoff, I couldn't stay with him after that-he was too cruel. Most girls are much more interested in having a guy than they are in having sex, and it was stupid of me to wreck all of my chances of either.
I would have to learn to play along and restrain myself I figured; every time I was excited by a guy's body or something he did I would save it all for this one guy, whoever that would be. All this thinking made me feel much better. I decided to completely reform starting immediately. I looked around the restaurant to test myself. All the people in it were young, and most of them were guys, and a lot of them were good looking. Furthermore, a lot of them were looking at me and they were probably interested. I wasn't able to look back at them and get turned on, except out of the corner of my eye. But just the same I knew there were lots of opportunities for that sort of thing and all I had to do was save it all for this one special, lucky guy. So I felt much better. I decided I would go back to Geoffs place for the night and sleep by myself in the living room. In the morning I would get up and leave for somewhere, maybe back to the school, but I doubted it, I could look up an old girlfriend, but that I could worry about when the time came. So I got up and left and walked back to Geoffs apartment. When I got there I could hear Geoff and Brian fighting, before I even opened the door. All because of me, I thought, and I opened the door gently and waited until they noticed me.
'There's no point in you guys fighting with each other." I said "It's me that you're mad at, But Brian ignored me and Geoff told me to shut up. Brian finally got his coat and stormed past me out the door. Geoff collapsed in a chair and I went in and sat on the floor beside him and watched him. I wasn't scared or mad or anything, I didn't even think I loved him anymore.
"Did you have a good time?" he asked finally, not exactly pleasantly, either.
"I went to a movie." I answered.
"Oh, yeah, do you give guys blow jobs in theater seats?" he snarled. "How many did you do?"
"I didn't do any." I answered. "I'm not going to anymore." I had trouble keeping calm, and I had to resist the urge to walk over and slap him.
"What's this? You're not going to be a slut anymore? That's a laugh. You don't have a chance, baby," he laughed at me. "A slut, that's all you are, and you'll never change."
He reached down and dug his nails into my arm and I got furious. I stood up and screamed at him that "If I don't feel like being a slut, no one is going to treat me like one, including you, you bastard." And I smashed him across the face as hard as I could.
The whole thing surprised both of us; we stared dumbly at one another for a few seconds, until I saw a bit of blood trickle out of his nose and I got scared that he really would murder me. I turned and ran into his bedroom and slammed the door behind me and locked it. I sat on the floor and shook, I was really scared. Then I started to cry. I had humbled myself completely and he had made a joke of me. After I stopped crying I went and lay on the bed. I decided to keep the door locked and sleep in there all night, because he might decide to try and whip me again. I watched the door handle turn after a few minutes. I felt like I was in a television thriller. He pounded on the door and yelled; "Let me in you bitch."
I told him in my teary voice that "There was no way I was going to let him in." and "He would have to sleep out there and I was leaving in the morning."
"Who the hell do you think you are, if you don't want me near you then get the fuck out of my apartment."
"I'll get out first thing in the morning." I answered, "In the meantime, get lost." I was pretty scared and he started to pound on the door. I sat on the bed shaking.
After a while he said, "Open the door, Jenny, I'm not going to hurt you anymore."
That was a new approach and I didn't know whether to believe him or not.
"Jenny, I'm sorry I hurt you, I don't want to fight anymore." I started to cry when he said that, I couldn't help it and I got up and went over to the door.
"Do you promise?" I whimpered.
"Yes, I promise," he sighed, "Now open the door and let me in there." Geoff can be so beautiful when he wanted to, I couldn't resist him. "I love you, I just want you to let me in." He said.
That did it, I unlocked the door and opened it and he came in and took me in his arms and held me. I cried and cried and he carried me over to the bed and lay me on it gently and began to cover my body with kisses and lick the tears off my face. He took off each piece of my clothing very slowly and kissed me at the same time. All the hate had left him I guess, he was so gentle and loving. This was the way it should always be I thought. He stood up after a long time and pulled his pants off, that was all he was wearing at the time.
Then he lay down over me and pressed his warm hard body against mine and we kissed and held each other. When his prick was hard and pressing against me I held it against the lips of my cunt and massaged myself with the head of it. He slowly pushed in and we fucked very slowly and gently. It was like the first times, before the frenzied lovemaking in barns and such that had led to the wild scenes and the whipping that he had done. I began to writhe and clutch at his back and pull him into me with my hands on his buttocks. I babbled a lot, it seemed like such a relief. It took a long time for me to climax though, maybe it was too gentle and slow, but when I did it was worth the wait; it was a great climax, very prolonged and writhing and wailing, and such a release. After it, Geoff let himself go the way he can when he wants to and then we fell asleep in each other's arms, his beautiful cock singing in my cunt.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next day we woke up early and had everything back to normal like we'd been married for fifteen years. We had breakfast and then packed the car and drove out to the country where the ski slopes are. I forgot all about my plan to leave him. I didn't have any place to go anyway, and it seemed crazy to me, Geoff and I really did love each other.
I had only skied a couple of times before but I enjoyed it, Geoff was fantastic, naturally, and we had a really good time. At noon we went and had lunch in the lodge at a table by the window where it was quiet and we could watch everything.
We spent a long time there, eating slowly and talking. Some people that Geoff knew came over and sat with us for a while. I had met most of them before so I was able to talk too, and it was really nice. They had a cabin that a group had rented for the weekend so there was going to be a party there and we were invited. We agreed to go too after we skied some more. Geoff really loved it and he couldn't wait to get back on the slopes. I went along to watch but I didn't feel like doing it myself because he was going on the advanced slope. He looked so neat, racing down the hill but he almost killed himself, at least that's what it looked like from the top. He actually just fell over and rolled a bit and he wasn't hurt or anything and, of course, he had to try it again. I decided that it was" for the excitement and danger. He didn't think I should but he was impressed by my bravery and so I shot off at a hundred miles an hour and I just danced and swayed and kept my delicate balance all the way down and I was surprised when the white ground became level, and I slid to a halt and collapsed.
I could see Geoff about a mile away on the top and then he came swooping down to me. So we were both excited. He said I was great and we decided to stop for the day. I was glad I didn't have to prove it. We took the skis back to the car and then we walked over to the cabin where the party was at. It was quite a party, the place was packed and everyone was drinking and being merry, really noisy. We sat by a big fireplace and drank hot rum. Geoff had brought a bottle of his own and he started to drink that. I didn't have any myself; I decided to stay sober. It was a strange thing to be doing at a party since everyone else was getting really drunk, including Geoff. I thought it would be better if I were sober, since I was going to be good. I got so bored though, I ended up in the kitchen helping someone make sandwiches and popcorn. Sober people get stuck with all the dirty work at a party. A lot of the guys were looking around for girls that were available; one great big guy kept pawing me and grabbing my tits, told me I was a nice looking chick and he wanted to know my name.
I took great pains to discourage him, so Geoff could see how I had reformed but he wasn't paying any attention I noticed; he was totally engrossed in conversation with some tall blond girl. I was really mad but I figured that was probably why he was doing it, so I decided to ignore it. Anyway, old Billy was demanding all of my attention. I tried to be nice but unfriendly, but it reached the point where I couldn't be nice. He started to bug me about going into the bedroom with him. Billy was really huge, all muscles and it probably would have been fun, but I maintained my new approach I told him my boyfriend was in the other room but he didn't pay any attention; big guys never worry about things like that. Geoff was sitting with his arm around the blond girl by that time and he looked very drunk, it made me furious; here I was playing Miss Suckhole of the party when I could be fucking big Billy until his prick fell off, and I guess I took the frustration out on him. He had me pressed against the wall at that point and was trying to kiss me. I was being cold you might say, but finally I told him to fuck right off. I was really mean and he got the message. He let go of me and called me a frigid bitch and walked away in disgust. I watched his thick legs and the roll of his firm, wide buttocks while he started talking to another girl who seemed more friendly than I was. I hoped he made it. Maybe another time; no never, I would save his thick legs and wide buttocks for when I was with Geoff. Geoff who seemed to have forgotten that I existed, what I was doing for him.
Billy started to talk to some guys that were standing around. I couldn't hear what they were saying but they all looked at me; it was obvious that Billy was telling them what a bitch I was; that made me laugh. A new reputation. What made it even funnier was that I recognized one of them from my old high school days, when I was going around with Randy. I wonder which story he believed. Billy finally disappeared with the other girl he had been talking to; it didn't take him long, I thought. In fact it was getting fairly late and as all the people seemed to be getting with someone, I started to feel sorry for myself. I started to drink too, I couldn't take being sober any longer. Every so often people would clear out of the way and I could catch a glimpse of Geoff and the blond. He was talking quietly to her, his mouth very close to her face. I just knew how charming and seductive he was being.
I wanted to walk over and drag the chick off the couch by the blond hair, that would be really funny. The guy in Billy's crowd came over and distracted me, we hadn't seen each other for such a long time, it was really nice. We had lots of things to talk about, old friends and such; even though we never did know each other that well in the first place. We told each other what we were doing now; he was still at the same high school and he said nothing had changed, I should be glad I wasn't. He was much better looking that I remembered him; things must have changed a bit. I asked him about Randy and he said he didn't know because Randy had dropped out at the beginning of the year. That was news; old Randy the high school hero, didn't quite make it, oh well. Jim, that was the guy's name by the way, asked me who I was going out with now.
"You see that drunk sitting on the couch trying to get inside the blond chick's blouse?" I pointed.
He laughed and said, "I was wondering why you weren't having a good time, it didn't seem like you."
"No it isn't like me." I answered wryly."But, I'm getting used to it." I decided I liked this guy Jim. He was much taller than I had remembered him and his black hair was really long and sexy. He seemed to like me too. He asked if he could see me the next time I was in the city. I said I would call him, but of course I wouldn't. I would just think about calling him, think of his long legs and sexy smile while I was in the city with Geoff; if I ever got Geoff back to the city. So we talked about old friends and other things, then fickle Geoff appeared, he seemed to have finally noticed me. I introduced him to Jim and he was very rude and said hello and then dragged me off the stool I had been sitting on and into the small hallway at the back of the place.
"Who was that guy?" he asked.
"He's someone I knew from high school." I said.
"Oh, yeah, how many times did he fuck you?"
"None." I answered. What a drag these cross examinations were. "I had a boyfriend at the time."
Geoff gave me a drunken smile, "I didn't think that made any difference to you."
"Well it did." I answered.
Geoff just stood there wavering and smiling at me and then he pulled me into a little room and pushed me on the bed.
He climbed on top of me and we lay back and kissed, then he pushed me up and pulled my heavy sweater off and began to feel my breasts.
"What did you talk about?" he continued.
"Oh, Geoff, fuck off." I said. I was getting mad. Geoff laughed and I asked him who the blond girl was.
"Oh she was a bitch, I couldn't get anywhere with her." We necked some more although I was still mad.
"She sure turned me on though." He continued and he slid his hand inside my pants and began to feel my cunt.
"Oh too bad she wouldn't let you have her then." I said.
"It doesn't matter, I've got you."
I couldn't argue with that; we started to neck in earnest and I stopped being mad. I reached down to his big crotch and rubbed him. He was hard and pressing against the tight ski pants down one leg. I opened his pants while we necked and pulled down the zipper. He leaned up and pushed them down his legs. I reached inside his underwear and ran my hand over the thick mass. I felt his heavy balls and held them in my palm and I ran my fingers up his long cock.
"I want you to suck it." He said and he pushed my head towards it. Geoff usually doesn't ask me to do that. It made it more exciting for me. I knelt on the floor between his long legs which were stretched out on either side of me as he lay back on the bed. I kissed his hard thighs and ran my lips up them to his heavy balls which I held against my lips to lick, I opened my mouth wide and took each of them inside and sucked on them. I was conscious of the curtained doorway behind us and it would sure be embarrassing if someone looked in, funny though if it were Billy or someone. Geoff didn't notice the danger and I decided not to care; I licked at his beautiful big prick and then I put my mouth over the top of it. Geoff moaned and pushed my head down so the whole thing slid in to the back of my mouth. I squeezed my cheeks around it and moved up and down. I played with his balls in my hands and ran my fingers around them and underneath to his ass. Geoff was really excited, he moaned and pushed at me and his legs were stiff on either side of me. Finally he said, "Here it comes." and it shot into my mouth.
I swallowed and continued to suck until it was all in my stomach and his prick had lost its hardness and turned from red back to pink, such a nice prick. I kissed it and put it carefully back in his underwear. Geoff pulled me up and kissed me.
"That was really good, lover." he whispered and we necked some more. I was very excited by that time but Geoff was close to falling asleep.
"Let's go home now." I said finally; I was really frustrated but I was pleased with myself.
"Okay, if you want to." Geoff mumbled and we got up and rearranged our clothing and I combed my hair with Geoffs comb and pushed it back in his back pocket as we walked out the doorway. He reached back and squeezed me and then he turned around to kiss me once more. We went back into the main room; the party had gotten quite ridiculous by this time; when you're sober at a party everyone who isn't sure seems dumb. Geoff managed to revive himself unfortunately and he took a beer and started to talk to some people; I just stood there and waited, every so often I'd take the bottle from his hand and take some, to finish it faster.
I watched all the drunken idiots run around over passed out bodies, spilled beer, empty bowls and full ashtrays. Finally Geoff got ready to leave after spending about half an hour trying to find his jacket. We went around and said goodbye to everyone, at least Geoff did; I only spoke to Jim. Geoff had to lean on me to stand up while we walked and when we got to the car we spent another ten minutes finding the keys and it was freezing cold. After that we almost got stuck getting out of the parking place and I decided that Geoff was to drunk to drive and I'd have to take over. That was fine with him and we switched places. Actually I couldn't drive either because I'd only done it a couple of times with my dad, but at least we didn't weave all over the road. Geoff thought it was all hilarious and he couldn't understand why I had wanted to leave so soon. He told me that I shouldn't stay sober. It made me bitchy and tomorrow he'd take me out and get me ripped to make up for it. He fell asleep shortly after that. He looked like a little boy and I had to lean over and kiss him, at a stop sign; he was such a beautiful guy.
I drove all the way home with him asleep beside me. It was fun, driving, after I got used to it. When we got to the apartment I woke him up and helped him walk up the stairs into the apartment and into the bedroom, out of his clothing and into bed. I had a little snack and a cup of coffee, and took a shower. I didn't feel like sleeping very much. I lay awake in bed for quite a while. I kissed and licked all over Geoffs naked body; I was quite frustrated. Geoff sort of half woke up and mumbled, "Not now Jenny, I'm too tired."
So I left him alone and finally I fell asleep myself. But I tossed and turned all night and woke up quite early. I had something to eat and then I made a little breakfast for Geoff and gave it to him in bed. He felt, and looked, terrible. Too terrible to fuck. Despite my efforts to arouse him, sitting naked at the end of the bed running my hand up and down his leg. I gave him some aspirins for desert and then he went back to sleep. I was so horny, I ran around and cleaned the apartment completely; vacuuming, waxing, the whole bit. It was really dirty, as boy's places usually are and it took quite a while. Anything to keep myself occupied.
I discovered Brian's room was empty; he must have come over and moved all his stuff out while we were skiing. When Geoff woke up again, about three hours later, I told him. I thought it was terrible, and I sort of felt that it was my fault.
He wasn't the least bit perturbed, though.
"I'll have to find someone else to move in because I can't afford the whole place to myself. I'll wait until after the holidays though. It will be nice to have the whole place to ourselves in the meantime."
"I thought he was your friend." I said. "Don't you feel bad about the whole thing?"
"I do feel bad that we had a fight but I don't think I have to share my chick with him just because he's a friend."
"It was really my fault though." I said.
"What are you trying to do? Get me to throw you out too?"
"I just feel bad that it happened, that's all."
"I know it was your fault; but don't worry about it." At least he wasn't angry with me. "You're my chick," he continued, "and that comes before roommate; besides, you're such a good fuck."
That didn't make me feel to much better but he took me in his arms and began to kiss me so I stopped worrying about it. He opened my shirt, his shirt actually, I had previously put it on when I got up; and began to feel my breasts. He bent over me and sucked and nibbled at them. They got numb and hard from his touch and they tingled. My whole body tingled, I was really excited. I wanted to get fucked; I'd wanted to for two days now and I was really ready. He moved his mouth down my stomach and pressed his tongue into my navel. Then he began to lick at the hair around my cunt. He pulled it gently with his teeth; it felt so good. Then he pressed his tongue into my cunt; it was already moist, and I was shaking. He began to eat me and my juices poured out into his mouth. I lay back, my head hanging over the end of the bed moaning. I reached down for his prick and balls and he pressed them into my hand so I pulled at them and ran my hand up and down although I could hardly hang on. He finally took his mouth away, just before I came into it and he pulled me down by the legs so I was underneath him. He pulled my legs wide apart and pushed them up in the air, I was writhing.
"I've been waiting Geoff." My voice was heavy and gasping and as you can see I didn't make too much sense.
"I'm always going to wait for you Geoff." I pulled his prick towards me as he pressed his hard body on top of mine.
"I've been waiting but I want it now."
"Here it comes lover," he answered.
"NOW." I screamed. His prick plunged into the very bottom of my cunt.
"Do it hard, Geoff, hard." I was going insane. "HARD." He can really do it hard when he wants to. He rammed in and out and pulled my hips up and down to meet him. I began to climax and I screamed a bit more but it wasn't intelligible. He kept slamming in and out while I rolled around and shook, I went completely senseless when I came, I didn't feel him in me after, but he kept on going until his come went off. Then we just lay there holding on to each other for a long time. Geoff kissed me gently and ran his hand down my side, gently back and forth. Eventually I came back into focus and then we went and had a bath together and spent the rest of the afternoon doing nothing but lying naked in each other's arms. It was beautiful.
CHAPTER EIGHT
That week flew by. Geoff and I went out every night or did something. He took me drinking; that was fun. We borrowed an identification from some girl that he knew so I would be allowed in, but no one asked for it anyway. We went to all the bars that were supposed to be good and spent about half an hour in each one. By eleven thirty I was really drunk and I wasn't able to move so we stayed at that bar until it was time to go home. We went skiing on another day too. It was more fun than the last time, I was better at it and less scared; and there was no party after, thank God. There were parties that we went to in the city though, I had a much better time at them. I decided it wasn't necessary to stay sober. On New Year's Eve we had dinner downtown in a restaurant at the top of a high building, the kind that turns around while you're sitting and eating. It was beautiful and afterwards we went to a big party at the college and then to a small party at someone's place. One night we went to the club where we had met each other, we were sentimental about that. And a couple of times we went to pot parties. It was a really good holiday.
But mostly we fucked-several times each day. I lost count. We fucked every possible way, and sucked and nibbled each other and licked and kissed. All the time. Sometimes Geoff was rough and hurt me, not in anger, but I got off on it.
Once he fucked me in the ass. I didn't think I ever wanted to do that again but it turned out to be great after I adjusted to the pressure. I was sucking him, lying underneath him and he began to press his fingers against my ass. Then he stood up and yanked his prick out of my gaping mouth and said he would be right back.
I'll He went to the can and got some cream for lubrication and then came back and got on top of me again. I took his big cock in my hands and began to suck on it and nibble it again. He rubbed his fingers in the grease and pressed them against my ass. They slid right in and he pumped them up and down, my ass opened and closed around them.
"I'm going to stick my cock up there again, Jenny," he said and slid it out of my mouth. I was too horny to object. I never refuse him anything anyway. He grabbed my legs and bent them up over his shoulders. Then he covered his cock with the cream and pushed it against the opening. He slowly increased the pressure and I relaxed my muscles and then opened up and took the head of it in. He pressed hard and grabbed my hips and engulfed his whole great big cock in my ass. First it tore at me with pain but he kept moving and the pain subsided into incredible pleasure, after a few strokes he came.
Other times Geoff was gentle and slow and that was good, too. Those were the times I really loved him and it took awhile but if I reached a climax, it was great.
We had a beautiful time together and I was surprised and sad when the week ended and we realized that I had to be back at school on Monday morning. We had to wake up very early and I made Geoff hard with my tongue first thing. Then he put it in me and we rolled around together that way.
Neither of us was really excited but it was last chance for weeks; I didn't know what I was going to do. Finally Geoff pumped up and down and came in me. We lay together for awhile after it and then we had a bath together and breakfast and got dressed. I had to find all my stuff again and pack it up and then we went out and got in the car. It wasn't very early anymore. By the time we got out to the school it was almost eleven. Most of the kids came back on the night before but everyone had to be there at nine for the first assembly. I wondered if I had been missed. We sat in the car outside the front door for awhile anyway and kissed prolonged goodbyes. Then I got my suitcase out of the trunk and we held each other and I went inside. Geoff stood by the car and watched me go in. I stood at the door and watched him drive away. I was really going to miss him.
I had been missed. I barely got in the foyer when Miss Jacobson, the headmistress, pounded on me from the door of her office which was adjacent.
"Hello, Miss Carlaw, did you have a nice Christmas?"
"Yes, I did, thank you," I answered sweetly and kept right on going.
"One moment, Miss Carlaw, I'd like to speak with you for a moment. Please come in." So I ended up sitting opposite her in the little office about a minute after I got in the place, which meant trouble.
"We were worried, dear, when you hadn't shown up for assembly this morning." She paused for a moment. "We understood that you were spending the holidays with Miss James and her family, but she arrived last night. When we asked her this morning of your whereabouts, she told us that you had left her place after Boxing day."
I wondered if I was supposed to say something but I just sat and looked at her blankly. She stared back at me.
"I saw you arrive from the window, Miss Carlaw. Who was that young man who drove you?"
"That was my boyfriend," I answered, the plot thickening.
"And what is your boyfriend's name, dear?"
"Geoff," I said. "Geoff - Geoff who?" she persisted. I was getting sort of mad but I ignored her question just to be on the safe side. There was another long pause. Sitting there in her office made me feel like I was high on grass or something. I could suddenly see the intense hate written all over Miss Jacobson's face. She's a grey-haired old bitch, about fifty. She wears big shoes, brown suits and is a spinster. She's been headmistress for about twenty-five years or something.
"When Miss James told us that you had left after Boxing day, naturally we phoned your mother to find out when you would be arriving at school. She was quite upset to hear you were not here already, and had not been at Jean's."
"I can imagine." That was the only thing I could think of to say.
"So where have you been all week, dear?"
"I stayed with my boyfriend."
"Does it not strike you that your behavior, that is, spending a week with a young man, is a bit immoral, to say the least?" She was really upset about it and you could tell she loved it. I smiled at her. I couldn't help it and that made her even madder yet. "No, not at all," I answered. "We're lovers."
"Don't you find it disgusting, the idea of a sixteen-year-old girl having a lover?" She was shrieking now and staring down her nose at me in horror.
"Better at sixteen than never at all," I replied. I was quick with the comeback and it really did it to the old hag. She exhaled sharply and her face went quite red.
"Well, my dear, I am sorry but there is no doubt that your behavior is disgusting and cannot be tolerated by this school, nor by your parents whom I will be talking to shortly. Your mother will be up to see us this week. You can expect severe punishment, not only for your amoral behavior but your lying and deceiving your school, girl friend and parents. Now what is the young man's full name?"
Quite a little speech that was. "The young man's name, and my so-called amoral behavior is none of your business, Miss Jacobson, and I'm not going to tell you." I stood up and we stared at each other intensely. I was stronger, though. I was really pissed off, and eventually her eyes wavered.
"Your insolence will not be tolerated. We will continue this after I talk to your mother. You're excused for now."
I didn't say anything. I just walked to the door.
"One more thing, Miss Carlaw. Miss James has requested to be moved to another room. In the light of your behavior I think that is wise, for her sake. You will remain in the room you had last term by yourself. That is all."
She saved that for the last-her punch line, I guess-and it really did it to me. I walked out of her office without saying anything, picked up my suitcase and walked down the corridor as fast as I could to the dormitory wing. Jean had requested to be moved? I didn't believe it. They were just trying to isolate me and my amoral behavior. I took the elevator, which is against the rules, naturally, up to the third floor and down the hallway to my room. There were a few girls milling around and they all said hello to me and welcomed me back, but I was so freaked out to even answer. I just kept walking.
When I got in my room and shut the door, I just sank down on the bed. I didn't expect to be happy to be back at school but this was terrible. It occurred to me that I should get up and out of here, back to where Geoff is and live with him forever. But I was kind of worried. He's nineteen and I'm only sixteen which is underage in this state and I knew that Miss Jacobson would love to make as much trouble as she could. So I just lay there and pretended it was Geoffs bed instead. The dinner bell went off and I ignored it for awhile. Finally, I got up and put on some makeup which is also against the rules and wandered down to the main floor again. When I got to the dining room everyone was standing at their chair waiting for grace. It was a formal lunch, as it always had been, and all the staff was there at the head table. They were just about to begin. But they had to wait for me to get to my place. I could feel about two hundred or so pairs of eyes on me as I crossed the room. I kept cool, though. After all, most of the students and all the teachers who end up in a place like that are creeps. I'm a chick, and by comparison quite beautiful. So I walked as slowly and gracefully as I could.
There was no way I'd let those people make me feel there was something wrong with me. The only face I focused on was Jean's. I stared at her all through grace, and she stood with her head bowed as if she was really into the prayer. She knew I was watching her. Then we sat down and she glanced my way nervously, but her face told me nothing. It wasn't exactly friendly.
Everyone started to chatter away. I hate that, sound: a bunch of girls having lunch. Everyone talked about their holidays. The rich ones spoke of the Barbados or Vermont or something, but everyone had something to say. I kept my mouth closed, except while I was putting food in it. Eventually, though, one of the really gossipy ones asked me if I had fun at Jean's.
"Oh, yes, it was really nice." I answered. "I hear she has horses and a big farm; did you ride?"
"Yes, she has a beautiful place." I was dying to tell them a few horse stories, but I didn't want to think about it.
"What do you do on a farm, on New Year's Eve?" someone asked.
"I don't know. I was elsewhere on New Year's."
"Oh, I thought you were going to spend the whole holiday at Jean's. Did you two have a fight or something? I notice Jean has switched rooms. That happens all the time. You can be really good friends with someone at school but if you see them when you're not here, you hate them," the gossipy one said sympathetically.
"No," I said quickly. "We didn't fight. It was planned that way so I could go and stay with my boyfriend."
"Ohhh!" everyone said, properly impressed or shocked. Anyway, they left me alone after that, except the gossip persisted.
"Then why has Jean switched rooms?" she said.
"I have no idea. I haven't had a chance to speak to Jean yet."
"Yes, we noticed you weren't here on time this morning." She smiled at me cheerfully. What a creep! I noticed Sharon at our table because she was the only other one that wasn't babbling on. She's really a cool girl and she smiled at me honestly. I was grateful and rolled my eyes. She laughed. It's nice to find a friend in a crowd like that.
After we were dismissed I ran over and met Jean on her way out of the room.
"Jean, what's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing's wrong," she answered coldly and removed my hand from her arm.
"Then why are you in another room?" I persisted. I couldn't believe her.
"I don't want to talk about it, okay?"
"Okay," I answered. "I'm in trouble. They know I was at Geoffs all this time."
"Yes, I know." She couldn't care less. "Trust you to come back late so they would try and find you." And she started to walk away, just stared at her. "Well, I'm going to miss you," I said to her back, but she ignored me. What a bitch!
We had a class this afternoon but I went up to my room again instead and got out all the change that I could find and went down to the basement where there was a pay phone for the staff and called Geoff long distance.
"Help!" I said when he answered.
"You've gotten out of a lot worse danger than this without it. I figure I'll be all right until I try and go to bed without you." He laughed. At least he was happy to hear from me.
"It's the last thing I need," I answered and I told him about my first two hours at school. "Shit!" he said. "If you come here they'll get the police after us." I was going to be seventeen in a couple of months and he suggested I hang out until then.
"Great," I said. "See you then."
"Well, you can come here if you want. I just think we'll get screwed up if you do," he said apologetically.
"I know," I answered. "Why don't you marry me?"
"I'm not going to ask your mother's permission, that's for sure." He laughed. Then the operator cut in and told us that the time was up, so we hung up. I went to the second class but I couldn't concentrate on anything. Geoff hadn't made me feel much better but it was nice to have him. After class we had free time. I went up and sat in my room for about four hours; I missed dinner. I thought it would be nice to cry but I couldn't work up the tears. After supper I went downstairs and watched television for awhile. Eventually it was time for us to go to bed. Did I ever have a terrible time getting to sleep that night!
CHAPTER NINE
The next day I just got up and did the normal routine back at school. What a drag! After the class was over and we had free time, I saw Sharon, the girl who had sat at the lunch table the day before. We started talking and eventually we sat down in the lounge and I told her the whole stupid story about my holiday, leaving out a lot of the details I'm telling you. She couldn't believe it, but she liked it. She laughed and hugged me and told me I was incredible. She also told me there was nothing to worry about, that I should just be cool and it would work out.
"There's nothing the school can do to you, and in a couple of months you'll be old enough and your mother won't be able to either."
That cheered me up. It all sounded so simple to just keep cool. So we started to talk about other things, mostly the school and how crazy it was-gossip, you know. We thought of all these little details that seemed really funny. We'd kill ourselves laughing. She told me a bit about herself, and about this guy she was in love with back home, and about how her parents were freaked out about it.
"They are being really stupid about it," she added. I knew what she meant.
We talked about other things like getting high and how much fun it was. I had brought back some dope to turn Jean on. It was really good stuff, I told Sharon and she got really excited so we decided to go smoke some.
It was a really nice day, the sun was out and it was warm and melting. One thing about that school was that it was really nice out there in the country. After I went and got the joints we went outside and walked along a nice slope down to the river where there was a path along the bank. We sat on a fallen tree and smoked, and really got stoned. In fact, I don't think I've ever been so stoned. Everything got really beautiful the way it does-we were surrounded by beauty. I got really stoned on beauty.
"It's always here, Jenny," Sharon said. "It's always this beautiful, but when you're not stoned, you're too straight to notice it. That's what's wrong with all the straight people. They don't see how beautiful it could all be."
Sharon just sat there talking and she was very beautiful, and she is beautiful all the time, in fact. We just sat there really stoned and watched the sun go down. It was so nice and we completely forgot about dinner. As soon as it had set, it got cold and we realized how late it was so we pulled it together and walked back up to the school or jail, as it looked like from where we were. No one was left in the dining room by the time we got there, except the cleaning staff. We asked for leftovers and they didn't mind so we got together some stuff and had a little dinner together in the empty hall. We sat there and talked, even though we weren't stoned anymore, our conversation was just the same. Then some girl came in and ended it all by telling me that Miss Jacobson had been looking for me since before dinner. It really brought me down.
Sharon suggested I wait until morning but I wanted to get it over with immediately. I stood up and shook hands with her and marched out of the room and down the hall like a soldier and rapped on Miss Jacobson's office door. I thought it was really funny even though it was such a drag.
"Come in," she said crisply, from the other side. I could feel her warming up. I opened the door and stepped inside, shut it behind me and sat down on the chair opposite her all of which she found very rude, I could tell. But there was nothing I could do about it.
"You wanted to see me, Miss Jacobson?"
"I've been looking for you most of the afternoon, Miss Carlaw. Where have you been, and why did you miss dinner?"
"I went outside for a walk and I missed dinner because I lost track of time. It was so nice out."
"Oh," was all she said in her crisp little voice. I think I sounded so stoned that she didn't know how to speak to me. She always has to plan an approach.
I waited awhile and then I said, "But what did you want to see me about?" Which she thought was rude, naturally. But I felt like I had gained control of the conversation. So did she and it made her nervous.
"I've been speaking with your mother," she said threateningly.
"Yes," I prompted. She was waiting for me to gulp or something on what she said.
"She will be here tomorrow to see us and we will decide then what is to be done with you. I remind you that what you have done is quite serious."
"Oh," I said. I got the impression that she didn't really have anything to say. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow then." And I stood up, because I was, after all, very anxious to leave.
"Just one moment, Miss Carlaw." She jumped out of her chair and her voice sort of cracked. She was getting really frustrated. "In the meantime, you are to tell me the name of the young man you have been staying with, for my discussion with your mother."
"I told you before, Miss Jacobson, that is none of your business. When my mother comes, I will tell her the same thing. Good night."
I walked out the door while she stood there sputtering. I marched up to the dormitory, my footsteps echoing in the empty corridor, towards Sharon's room. I told her what had happened and sat with her and her roommate, and talked about it. Her roommate was the quiet type who studied all the time and could really play the piano. She had ugly glasses and unshaped hair and I thought she was one of the creeps but Sharon had told me that she was okay. A real person is how she described her. It turned out that she was right. The three of us got along really well. I guess Sharon had told her that I was okay, too.
Eventually I went off to my room. It seemed really strange that it was empty but I didn't really mind. I took a shower and got into bed and read a book for awhile and my hand found its way down to my crotch and my mind started to drift off to other things, like what Geoff was doing in the city meanwhile. Eventually I turned out the light and tried to get to sleep.
Things never got any worse than that. My mother came out to the school and talked to everyone but me. It was decided that I would leave the school at Easter. I was being dismissed. I don't know what my mother was going to do about it. I guess she tried to get Miss Jacobson to let me stay. Miss Jacobson wanted blood. So they compromised and I was being dismissed. That was all right with me.
Jean thought I was amoral, too. That's why she had dismissed me. Is she ever fucked up, I figured. She avoided me, so I never thought about it much. I spent a lot of time with Sharon and some other girls. Sharon was the only person I really talked to. I really liked her. Geoff wrote me often. I suspect Miss Jacobson took some of them and read them, but I could never prove it.
I got back into the routine, since it was going to be for such a short ime, I didn't really mind. My only real problem was something I couldn't even talk to Sharon about. It was those nights, after every day my body would be crying and I'd lie down and finger myself and roll around. It was horrible. I'd get all sweaty and excited and sometimes I would be able to make myself come that way, but it wasn't satisfying at all. I'd be more frustrated after it than before. It was keeping me awake nights. In fact, it drove me a little crazy eventually, I figured.
Because one day when I was in the dining room on clean-up duty, I was in this big fridge they have in the kitchen, putting away some milk cartons. I saw this long roll of meat, salami or something, and I reached for it immediately and stuffed it inside the jacket of my uniform. I shut my eyes and held it there for a few seconds until I realized how crazy that was. It didn't stop me, though. I went back into the dining room in a big rush, finished up my job and ran up to my room. I slammed the door behind me and took out my prize.
I nibbled at it and rubbed my legs together. This is insane, I thought, but I didn't care at all. I began to take my clothes off slowly and I stood naked in front of the mirror and massaged my breasts and ran my fingers down to my cunt. I held the sausage in my other hand and nibbled at it. I had a safe that Geoff had given me once and I had kept it because I thought it was weird-looking. I ripped open my drawers and hunted around until I found it. I took it out of the silver paper container and rubbed it around my cunt. I had nibbled a round head in the salami and I stood watching myself in the mirror with it in my mouth and my hand pressed into my cunt. My hair was damp and my whole body perspired and my eyes looked wild and insane. I saw the reflection of the door opening on the other side of the room and Sharon burst in after tapping lightly. I swung around and glared at her and she stared back in disbelief.
"Jenny, you've taken up witchcraft." She never loses her cool.
"I've gone insane," I replied huskily. "Totally mad."
I walked towards her slowly, her eyes followed my body and when I stood in front of her I reached and pushed the door shut behind her. She looked a bit nervous and I pressed my body against hers.
"Jennifer, you're beautiful," she whispered.
"I'm ugly right now," I hissed, "but I can't help it."
I grabbed her hand and pressed it against my breast. She squeezed it gently.
"Look," I said, holding up the salami. "Want a bite?"
I put it in my mouth and bit some off. "I'm going to fuck myself with it," I said.
"Jenny, you're kidding me."
"No, I'm not." I answered. "I told you, I've gone insane."
I pulled her over to the bed with me and sat down on it. I began to feel her breasts.
"Jenny, I don't think you should go through with this, it's too much."
"I know it is Sharon," I spat at her. "I can't stop, I'm not kidding."
I lay back on the bed and moaned and ran my hand around my cunt, my legs were propped up on either side. I held the horrible sausage up and slowly pushed the safe over it.
"Jenny." Sharon mumbled. "You are going to put that inside yourself?" I stopped rolling around and stared at her crazily.
"You do it for me, you must, shove it into me as hard as you can." I hissed, my voice sounded really strange.
Sharon finally took the thing from me gingerly and ran her fingers over my cunt.
Then she pressed the top of it against me, it pushed open my cunt and sank in.
I pushed up with my hips and my hands clutched at the bed. Sharon knelt beside me and after she ran her hands across my breasts and down my sides to my hips; took the thing in her hands, firmly, and using all her strength, shoved it in. I let out a scream of pleasure and my legs shot up. She left it in me; I writhed and moaned while she went over and locked the door. Then she just stood there, looking the other way. I don't know how she could stand it. But I didn't care then, I reached down and took the end of it in my hand and slowly pulled it in and out. I wished it was about a foot longer, I'd like to kill myself with it, I'd like to jump off a building with it. Finally I brought myself to an orgasm with it. I crashed for a long time and then as the wave passed I started to cry hysterically. I yanked it out of me and wrapped a towel around it and ran to the window. I heaved it as hard as I could out into the bushes below. Sharon took me in her arms and held me while I cried. She had stood by the door the whole time. I was so glad she hadn't left me, but it must have made her sort of sick. I cried for a long time about how insane I was but she managed to calm me down.
"You're incredibly frustrated Jenny, but I don't know whether that means you're insane; now lie down and relax. That's what the whole thing was for."
So I did what she told me, kept cool, and lay down; I did feel really calm and relieved. Sharon washed my face and pushed my hair back and helped me get under the sheet. She ran her hand lightly over me and leaned down and kissed my breast and squeezed it gently for a moment. Then she stood, up; it felt really nice.
"You're very beautiful, Jenny." she said and, "I'm leaving now, go to sleep." She went out and turned the light off. I fell into a very heavy sleep almost immediately. I had the most incredible dreams, little of which I remember. They involved all these wild men, like an African tribe or something, in a jungle.
They all danced around me and beat drums and they would come up to me and press their red hot cocks against me. I was tied to a stake or something, I couldn't get away. I was struggling and they burned me and I woke up. It was a really strange dream.
In the morning I woke up feeling pretty good, surprisingly enough. I felt really calm and relaxed for the first time in weeks. It occurred to me though, that I might be insane.
CHAPTER TEN
I was very ashamed though, and I tried to avoid Sharon at first. But when she found me she was as nice as ever and she didn't even mention it.
The days started to go faster after that; it was only about a month later that I got Geoff to come up and see me. We used the same plan as before; only this time I had to walk all the way to the town. Geoff was already there, waiting for me. Was I ever glad to see him. I jumped in the car and held him and kissed him for hours. Eventually he started up the motor and we drove out on the highway.
He was very well organized this time; he had rented a room in the motel at another little town about ten miles from there. That's where we drove to. I was really happy that he had gone to all the trouble; I had expected to have to talk him into doing it in the car.
He had a bottle with him so we went in the room, took off our clothes and had a drink. We talked and I questioned him on his activities in the city since Christmas. I didn't think for a minute that he was sitting at home all this time, and I wanted to hear it all anyway. I couldn't get much out of him, he kept distracting me with his hands and mouth on my body.
Eventually I had his fantastic prick in my hand and it got hard and beautiful. I pulled at it and leaned over and licked it for a while, he did the same to me. Soon we were both too excited to speak and he moved on top of me and pushed it against my open cunt. We pumped up and down together for a short time, it didn't last too long. After his come shot into me we just lay there, together while his prick shrank up inside my cunt. We finally got up and had another drink and I began to make him hard again. This time I sucked for a long time and licked all around his balls and ass. Geoff is so beautiful; his prick grew and grew in my mouth and I pushed my face against it so it would sink all the way in to my throat. Then I couldn't take it all in anymore because it got too big. I crawled up his long body , nibbling and licking at him on the way. When my cunt was where my mouth had been I opened it with the head of his dork and sank it in, pushing myself against him.
I love doing it that way, on top, it gives me control over it and it feels so good; like I'm being held off the ground by a great big pole in my cunt. I lifted up my hips and I got so excited I couldn't do it properly so we rolled over and he got on top of me, which I like too, his body was so big and hard, pressed against me. My arms wrapped around his back and I pulled at him my legs shot out as he penetrated the bottom of my cunt and wrapped around him at the same time, pulling him into me. I started to climax. It was the most beautiful orgasm, I clutched at him and quivered all over for about ten minutes after it.
Then we both lay there perspiring and hanging on to each other. All you could hear was our satisfied breathing, until Geoff spoke. He suggested we take a shower so we did and while we stood under the hot water, holding on to each other and soaping each other's bodies, Geoff got hard again; he always does. I took the big rod in my hands and he grabbed my hips and pulled them against it. He sank into my cunt and I wrapped my arms around him and was held off the ground by it, the water spraying over us. It was really great. We pumped together for a while and Geoff pulled at my ass. He rubbed his fingers in the soap and pressed them against my hole, sliding them in. I don't know how many, it felt like all of them. It sort of hurt, but the pain excited me. I pushed myself against his cock and he flattened me against the shower wall with it, skewered by it. I felt great. Then he yanked it all out of me and before I had a chance to recover my balance he turned me around and bent over me, pressing his cock against the tight hole of my ass.
He rubbed soap on it and pushed hard until it opened around the head of his massive cock. I was prepared for the pain but I didn't try and stop him, he bent over and then rammed it all the way in, tearing and pushing into my ass with one hard stroke. I screamed with pain and clutched at his legs, that was all I could reach of him. But I could run my hands up to his hard thighs and press my nails into them. I knew that would make him fuck me even harder and that's what I wanted, and he did. Seems the harder you do it the better it feels. As he came he let go of me and I sank to the shower floor. I was sprayed with his jet of come, not to mention all of the water. He stood over me and watched me lick up the come that I could reach and then he grabbed the cold water tap and turned it on full blast. We were sprayed with ice cold water, I screamed with shock and scrambled out of the shower on my hands and knees. Geoff jumped out behind me laughing his head off. He grabbed all the towels and wrapped me up in them. What a fuck that was.
It took us a while to recover. We got under the covers and had another drink. Then I discovered that it was almost time for me to be back at school or I'd be missed at dinner. Geoff wouldn't get out of bed and I wasn't going to bother about it, but he gave me his car keys and told me to come back as soon as I was finished with dinner. He's so funny.
I yanked my clothing back on and left him lying there, and shot back to the school at eighty miles an hour, even though I would have liked to have gone faster. When I got back to school I left it by the garage and ran in through the delivery entrance in the kitchen. I left my coat there and shot through to the dining room; no one ever noticed, and I got there just as all the other girls were starting to come in. I sat with Sharon during the meal and told her about my exciting afternoon. She was impressed and I decided that she had to come back with me: I was pretty drunk I think. She didn't think it was too good an idea but I insisted. Every Saturday night we have a movie in the auditorium that is always a drag. You don't have to go if you don't want to and a lot of the girls go home every weekend, so it's really easy not to be missed until about ten-thirty when they lock the door. So she said she'd come and then we sneaked out through the kitchen and ran and jumped in Geoffs car, and flashed back to the motel. Sharon was delighted to be out of the school and she sat back in the seat, smiling. When we got there Geoff was lying nude, as I left him on the bed; sound asleep. I ran my hand over his leg and buttock and sat down beside him.
"Isn't he beautiful, Sharon?"
"Yes, he is," she answered, "I hope he doesn't mind my being here."
"I think he'll be delighted." I said and he started to wake up. Sharon went and made another round of drinks and I began to kiss all over his body. When he woke up he took me in his arms and we kissed for a long time, his tongue boring into my mouth.
"This is a dream." he said. "I'm really still asleep."
Then he noticed Sharon and I said very evenly.
"That's my friend; she's part of your dream too." He was very happy to see her as I thought he would be; sometimes things work out so nicely it's like they were supposed to happen. She brought over the drinks and we all lay on the bed together and talked. Geoff started to ask us questions about what we did at night together. At the same time he started to open my clothes and feel inside. We ended up telling him the terrible salami sausage story; I was so embarrassed. Geoff acted like he was going to be sick or something but I couldn't help noticing a slight movement, under the sheet that covered him from the waist down. He pulled my blouse off and I had left my bra there the first time so my breasts fell out into his waiting hands and he squeezed them. Then he reached over and took Sharon by the hand.
"You're very conspicuous, sitting there with your clothes on."
"Is that what it is?" She laughed and we all began to undress her. I undid her bra, I was excited because I had never really seen her body before; she was very beautiful.
Her breasts were very large and firm, they sprang out and Geoff exhaled a long breath. The nipples were huge, I ran my hand gently over them and Geoff sat up and touched the other one. He leaned over and nibbled mine, they seemed so small by comparison, I felt like a boy. The sheet was gradually slipping off his thighs and he had the most tremendous erection. It sprang out suddenly and stood up between us. I grabbed it immediately and Sharon couldn't take her eyes off it; she was really excited by it, no wonder. Geoff reached over and began to undo her pants. I stood up and carefully pulled them off her long legs and dropped them on the floor. She had small lace panties, slung around her wide hips, you could see beautiful blond pubic hairs through the material. Geoff let out a long groan and crawled over his legs.
I began to lick her big breasts and I ran my hand up and down Geoffs huge erection. He had pulled Sharon's panties down and was kissing her cunt. She breathed very heavily and couldn't take her eyes away from his cock. I took her hand and put it on him with mine. He kneeled up so we could both reach and the two of us ran our hands up and down him and around his heavy balls. It drove him insane and he began to plunge his long tongue into her; she gasped and spread her legs wide, she let go of his prick and leaned back and sort of rolled her head all around.
I was getting really excited myself naturally. I crawled around behind Geoff and slowly pulled myself down his back, kissing and biting and pressing his body against mine. I ran my tongue down the crease of his ass when I came to it, through the hairs around his hole. I separated them with my tongue and pressed into the pink opening. I squeezed his hard buttocks in my hands and bit them. Then I lay all the way down and ran my tongue from his ass to his balls and around them and underneath to his prick, adjusting myself so I was right underneath it. I stuck my tongue out and ran it around the head, making sure Sharon was able to watch. I held his balls in my hands and gently massaged them while I held the head of his cock in my mouth and ran my tongue around it. Then I took Geoffs buttocks in my hands and digging my nails into them, pulled him down on top of me. I heard Sharon gasp again as ten beautiful inches of warm cock sank all the way down my throat, to the base; his pubic hair rubbed against my lips. I pumped his hips up and down with my hands, slowly, being careful to take breaths at the right times and avoid choking. I could see from underneath, Geoffs face pressed against Sharon's slit, I could see juices dropping from his chin. She was beginning to shake and writhe, then thrash and yell, one long "Ohhhhhhhh!"
When she climaxed, her whole body shook. I've never seen anything like it. After she stopped moving, Geoff took his wet mouth away and licked, he grabbed me and yanked me up underneath him, tearing the length of his cock from my mouth. He stretched my legs apart and rammed his prick into my cunt. It made me come, I squeezed it inside me and the two of us crashed together and then he came, exploding inside of me. Sharon lay back, quivering still, a bit; and watched his prick drive into me. Her mouth hung open and she began to rub her legs together. I smiled insanely at her. Then Geoff got up and walked to the bathroom. We both, watched the roll of his fine buttocks, then we kissed each other.
Geoff brought over the bottle and we all had another drink and lay together; sipping and feeling. Geoff dipped his fingers in his glass and splashed us with cold drops. Sharon finally managed to break the silence.
"You guys are incredible. " she said.
"So are you." We answered in unison. She asked me if I sucked him like that often and how did I do it.
"You just open wide." I answered. "I love it." She said that she always wanted to do it to her boyfriend but she thought he might be disgusted.
"I doubt that," Geoff said, and I said that most guys really like it.
"She should know." Geoff added; that wasn't too nice.
I told them about Randy and how he got me to do it because he liked it more than anything else and I've liked it ever since.
"He was a real creep." Geoff said.
"I guess so." I answered, "But I really liked him at the time."
Sharon told us about her first boyfriends and how they would spend hours trying to get her to fuck and finally she would and they would just stick their pricks in her and come. She hated it. Finally she met Craig and he kept pumping into her for hours until she started to really like it and then she came. She's been doing it with him ever since.
"But next time I want to take him in my mouth, like you do." she finished.
I took Geoffs prick in my hand at this point and began to massage it, it got heavier and bigger after a short time but it didn't get hard.
"Why don't you try it on this." I said and I held up the heavy length of it for her to see. She smiled and leaned over and kissed it. She made a warm "Hmmmmm." noise and then she wrapped her hands around it and massaged the length of it. She opened her mouth and wrapped it around the pink head, and ran her tongue around it. Geoff lay back and he started to get hard, on schedule. Sharon opened her mouth and took it all in groaning as she did. I encouraged her with my fingers at her cunt and my other hand went up Geoffs leg and I squeezed. I wanted to eat her the way Geoff had and the way I used to with Jean so I moved my head over her and began to lick. It was warm and moist from before and had a musky odor that I liked. Geoff put his hands on her head and was moving up and down from the hips, into her mouth. His prick was huge and hard again, and he began to move hard and then he said, "I'm coming." and he collapsed and Sharon licked and swallowed. I continued to lick her and then Geoff said, "Gimme." and he grabbed her hips.
Sometimes Geoff comes and doesn't even get soft after it, he's really a good fucker that way. He pushed my head away from her and climbed over her legs. He opened her cunt and pushed his prick into it. She moaned quietly, I reached between his legs and squeezed his balls. He began to pump into Sharon's cunt and I lay back and watched the whole incredible scene; my big-pricked super sexed boyfriend on his sixth come of the day in the cunt of my beautiful blond school mate who seemed to have forgotten all about someone named Craig. Their orgasms were beautiful, I was proud. I held Geoffs foot against my cunt and he dug his toes in as it happened. Then we all collapsed in a heap on the bed and we must have fallen asleep for quite a while because the next thing we knew it was twelve-thirty and we were lying in a heap on the rumpled bed. Sharon figured that the kitchen staff got there in the morning about eight and we might be able to get in then without being noticed. Geoff called the motel office and got them to call us in the morning. Then after a cigarette we all went back to sleep in each other's arms.
In the morning Sharon got up and had a shower, she didn't feel too good, but she wasn't freaked out or anything, Sharon never is. Geoff and I took the opportunity for one last fuck. He woke up with a hard on and we opened my cunt with it first thing and pumped until he exploded in me. Then we got up and put our clothing on. Sharon went and bought some coffee and doughnuts from the restaurant and so we had a little breakfast and then piled into the car and drove back to the school. Geoff let us out by the garage and we kissed him good-bye and shot in the back door. The kitchen staff really didn't care what was going on but we were very sneaky anyway. We creeped through to the dining room and up to our rooms. It was so nice to finally get away with something at that school. I spent the rest of the day lying around congratulating myself.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Sharon and I became quite intimate after that, we spent all of our time together and at night she would come up to my room and sometimes we would talk and neck sort of. We wouldn't really do anything besides that, it was hard to get ourselves as excited as we were in the motel room with Geoff. It wasn't necessary anyway. We'd just hold each other and kiss each other's warm lips and breasts and wish that one of us had a big cock. Eventually we'd feel nice and relaxed and we'd fall asleep easily.
Strange as it seemed Jean picked that time to try and make friends again. I was surprised and not exactly pleased; I didn't trust her. The way she did it bugged me too, she just came into my room one night and said, "Jennifer, I've decided to make up with you." She didn't apologize or anything.
After I recovered from the shock I said, "Sure, we can be friends if you like, it doesn't make any difference to me. I never knew why we stopped being friends in the first place."
She told me that it was because of what happened at her place at Christmas, "But I'm willing to forget all about it now." she said.
So I let her have it. I told her that I would never forgive her for doing that to me for such a stupid reason, and that as far as I was concerned she should be glad about what happened because the only other thing she ever did was have sex with other girls, and that if I was like her I would have stopped speaking to her when she came on to me with that.
I ended up saying, "If you want to be friends, that's fine, but never like we were before."
Naturally that made her mad, she said: "I come her and try to patch things up and you act like a bitch."
"Jean, you're the one that moved to another room and stopped speaking to me, so who else should try and patch things up? I never did anything so now I don't trust you."
She left and we never got to be friends or anything. I had Sharon and she made a much better friend than Jean ever had. The whole thing was pretty strange though, I thought.
Geoff still wrote me letters, not as often as he used to, I guess he was pretty busy at school, he was in his second year of college. I don't really think he was doing that, I have no idea what he was doing, but I wasn't going to worry about it.
About a month or so later Sharon decided to pull one of my tricks. She arranged for a weekend at home without her parents knowing about it. She was going to go down to Solace and stay with Craig, her boyfriend. Everything went quite smoothly, they all thought she was a good girl at the school so no one was suspicious. I was really happy for her but after I saw her off at the train station of Friday afternoon I began to feel really sorry for myself. After supper I got really lonely, I moped around and tried to think of something to do. I sat in the T.V. room and watched some dumb movie for a while. Finally about eight o'clock I couldn't stand it any longer and I figured to hell with it. I was going to get out. I ran up to my room and put on a bunch of warm clothes and walked to the end of the corridor where the window went out onto a fire escape. I walked down to the ground and ran across the grounds towards the road. I figured that what I'd do is hitch a ride to Solace, if I got one right away I could be there by ten o'clock and I could go sleep with Geoff and he could drive me back in the morning, really early so they wouldn't miss me. Why not?
So I ran out to the side of the road and stuck out my thumb. About the third car to drive by pulled over to the side of the read and stopped. I thought that was really easy and I ran up to it. It was an old wreck, a guy got out of the back and held the door open for me and I jumped in. There were three other guys in the car. I told them I was going to Solace. They asked me if I was from the school.
"Yeah," I said, "I'm running away."
They told me I was lucky the police didn't drive by because they would have picked me up. That would have been great all right; Miss Jacobson must have an arrangement with the police to patrol the area for escapees. They were the type of guys that are always talking about what the police are doing and that, real locals. They were only going in to the town in fact, so I decided I'd take a bus to Solace. They took me to the depot and I thanked them all and got out. One guy put his hand on my ass as I climbed over him, it made me jump.
It was almost nine o'clock by then and they told me when I went to buy my ticket that the next bus didn't stop until eleven-thirty. What a drag. So I went out and looked at the highway but I didn't feel like hitching too much-it seemed so cold and windy out there. I started to think about going back to the school and forget about the whole thing because eleven thirty would make it too late. I went into the restaurant attached to the station instead. It was full of people from around there; they all sat around listening to the juke box, a real swinging place. I sat at the counter and had a cup of coffee. I bought some cigarettes and smoked one of them. They were all creeps except maybe one, and another one had a really nice body. They saw me watching them and the best looking one came over after a while and asked me about the bus.
"I've got to wait until eleven thirty, which is too late." I said, "I'm really pissed off, because I have to go back to the school now; unless you know of anyone who is driving to Solace." I smiled at him sweetly.
He shrugged and said he'd ask around and went back to where his buddies were sitting. So I finished my coffee and I was just about to get up and leave when he came back and said that his friends weren't doing anything special and they would drive me if I liked.
"Great." I said, "Let's go!"
We all trooped out and got back into the old wreck and drove away, what luck.
They played the radio loudly and everyone smoked, it was really uncomfortable. None of them were very interesting or exciting, or even smart.
They told me all about the things they'd been doing lately, and other dumb stories. The one who was spokesman, the best looking one, had entered the back seat beside me and after a while he started to rub his leg against mine while they talked. I really appreciated the ride and everything so I casually spread my legs wide and continued to listen attentively. The guy on the other side of me was the one with the nice body. He was short and thick and probably really strong. His legs were really thick and muscled and I couldn't resist putting my hand on one of them, when the other guy put his hand on mine. I ran my fingers over it and squeezed his big thigh.
The story stopped dead, mid sentence; it was coming from the front seat and I started to ask all sorts of interested questions as the best looking guy moved up my leg to the inside where he rubbed gently. I sat down more in the seat and propped my legs up. He began to pull at the rim of my pants and open the zipper. The other guy pushed down more in the seat too, I sort of turned towards him and let my hand run up to the impressive bulge in his crotch. It was really big, I got excited by it. He sort of lifted me up and helped the other guy pull my pants down my legs and reach inside my panties. I began to slowly unbuckle his belt and open it. The lump was even harder now, and larger; and I could feel the heat from it. He lifted up and pushed his pants down and I got my fingers inside the rim of his underwear. Meanwhile the other guy was fingering me and making me squirm. I moved my hand across his hard midriff to the big heavy balls, his huge cock was pressed over them, I moved my hand all around it. The other guy bent over me and licked. The two in the front were silent now, I hoped they were keeping their eyes on the road. The licking was really turning me on, not to mention the beautiful cock in my hand. I leaned over it and kissed the end of it.
I began to lick all over as the guy clamped his hands on my head. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and sank down on it. He gasped and started to pull my head up and down, I sucked like mad and squeezed it into my throat.
"Here I come!" He shouted after a short time and I sucked it all into my mouth while his cream shot down my throat, there were gallons of it. I had to lick and swallow furiously to get every delicious drop.
I kissed and licked all around his balls and then I sat back in the seat and tasted the last of the cream. I continued to rub him with my hand and eventually I licked again as he got smaller, a one come man. The other guy still ate me and I squirmed but my mind wandered to Geoff in Solace and how I had promised myself not to do this with any other guy. I could feel the come in my mouth and the tongue in my cunt and I squirmed and said to myself that it couldn't be helped, I had to have the ride. I sort of wished I had stayed at school like I was supposed to.
Then the guy took his mouth off of me and crawled up over me, opening my sweater and licking at me. I hoped he wasn't going to try, he was. He grabbed my legs and pulled me down to the edge of the seat. I watched him open his pants and push them down, his prick sprang out, big and hard and I gasped and reached for it. It couldn't be helped I told myself and we pressed it against the opening of my cunt. I squirmed and pushed my hips up and he shoved it in suddenly. It was a huge prick. It felt so good, I forgot all about everything. The other guy that I had just sucked sat watching us, a big smile on his face, that turned me on even more. We were right in the middle of a great fuck when all of a sudden the car pulled off the road and bounced across a ditch to a field. I thought we were having an accident or something but then we just stopped dead.
"What the hell!" I screamed, I was really mad and I pushed the guy off me and his prick fell out.
"What did we stop for?"
"What's your hurry?" the driver asked, he was trying to be really cool.
"I'm trying to get to Solace." I yelled. "I'm not interested in getting fucked by four guys in the middle of some field so if you're not going to drive I'll get out and find someone who will."
The best looking guy sat there holding his prick and he moaned, "For Christ's sake, if she wants to drive, keep driving." I really felt sorry for him.
Anyway they backed the car back on the highway; off we went again and the prick went back into my cunt. It wasn't that good though, the guy had sort of lost his rhythm and I started to think about Geoff again, so my heart wasn't in it anymore. I just lay there numbly and let him pump in and out of me, pretty soon he came and that was the end of it. We kept driving and I got back into my clothes, I was really messy, juices running out of my damp cunt; I hoped I got a chance to clean up before Geoff saw me.
About half an hour after that we got to the outskirts of Solace, I told them to let me off anywhere and I told the well built guy who had been smiling all the way to apologize to the front seat for me.
We stopped in front of a restaurant but the guy in the front seat said, "You can't get out yet."
"I have to." I answered and I turned to the best looking guy and asked him to please let me out. He contemplated it for a few seconds and then he opened the door and got out. I crawled out behind him, I was really relieved. I stood up beside the door and he pressed himself against me. I kissed him while he rubbed his leg against mine.
"Thanks for the ride." I smiled and I walked to the sidewalk. I went into the restaurant and used the washroom. I washed myself as best as I could, I didn't look that bad actually, considering what I had just been through. I went back outside and waved a taxi, I still had a long way to go. But once I got inside one and gave Geoffs address I felt much better. I was out of school and I was on my way to Geoffs. It had been really neat in that car I thought but I didn't let myself dwell on it. At Geoffs apartment I paid the fare and ran inside the building and up the stairs, I was really excited. I was leaning against the door panting and praying that he would be home and then he opened it and stood there staring at me really surprised. "Jenny." he said.
"I couldn't stay at school, I had to come and see you I was really depressed and lonely because Sharon-SHARON!"
There she was, sitting cross legged and bare chested on the floor in the middle of Geoffs apartment. I couldn't believe my eyes. Eventually I got the picture though and I turned and looked at Geoff. This wasn't happening to me I thought.
"We were doing Yoga." he said stupidly.
"Oh, sure." I turned from him in disgust and looked back at Sharon. "Where's Craig?" I asked.
"Craig lives in Comstock, where I do, Jenny; I thought you'd realize that." She stood up and was holding her arms out over herself. All the months of frustration, my stupid attempts at resisting temptation, the horrible car ride, the other two guys that could have fucked me; all these things ran through my poor head. I felt tears coming so I numbly turned back to the door.
"Don't leave Jenny." Sharon said, coming over to me.
"Why are you doing this; you my best friend and you are my lover. How could you do this to me?" I was getting hysterical.
"We fell in love that night in the motel." Sharon said weakly.
"You fell in love." I repeated dumbly, I looked at the two of them and I screamed. "WELL GOD DAMN YOU!" and I stormed out the door. I walked half way down the stairs and then I sat down and cried, softly so they wouldn't hear me. What a horrible thing to have happen to me. I couldn't believe that it was real. I couldn't take it anymore; my parents, the school, my lover, my best friend; nothing ever worked out for me, except" fucking, and I was trying so hard.
I contemplated going to a bridge and jumping over but I wouldn't give all these fucking people the satisfaction of being sorry. I'd run away. Go to a strange city and have a good time and everything would work out and I'd never think of them again. I got up and went outside and walked. But I didn't run away; there was no place to run to. I ended up wandering to the bus depot and sat there waiting for the last bus going north so I could get back to school. Where else? I stared at all the people that are always sitting around bus stations and I roamed around the newsstand and looked through magazines. I smoked about ten of the cigarettes that I had bought until I had a terrific headache. Finally they called the bus and I went and got on it. Eventually the stupid thing started to move and pretty soon we were out of the city again, streaking along in the night. The moon was out and it made everything hazy and beautiful as it flashed by the window I leaned my head against and stared out of. I cried again, I was so lonely and sad.
Pretty soon we were near the little town and I went up and asked the driver to let me out at the intersection before it so I would only have to walk two miles. Two bloody miles. It was horrible. The only light came from the moon and it made all sorts of weird shadows. Once a car came speeding along and it blinded me with it's lights. I was so scared I ran in to the ditch as it roared by. When I finally got to the school I was furious at everything and I hammered on the front door as hard as I could. It was almost two in the morning and the housemother came down to let me in she was really freaked out.
"What in the world are you doing out at this hour?" she asked peering out at me.
"I was in Solace, but I decided to come back." I brushed by her and headed for the stairs.
"You didn't have permission to be out of the school, you're supposed to be in your room." She yelled after me.
"Well, I'm on my way there now." I said, "Thank you for letting me in."
"The head mistress will hear about this, Jennifer."
"I don't care who hears about it." I mumbled; I didn't have the energy to tell her to go to hell.
I made it up to my room and threw the door shut behind me as I collapsed on the bed and started to cry again. That was the last time though. I cried myself to sleep that night, but never again. I've never felt as horrible as I did then and I don't intend to. I've never trusted anyone since then either. The next day my thoughts alternated between methods of suicide and places to run away to.
I walked down to the river bank; where Sharon and I had such a good time that day, smoking grass and talking. How could that girl have turned out to be such a bitch I wondered. I should have gotten a gun and shot both of them; better still a knife. I could have stabbed them both and while they bled I would have carved off their sex organs. A knife would have been nice.
I don't remember what I did for the next few weeks. I just went around like a zombie and I didn't talk to anyone. Sharon tried very hard to speak to me when she got back. I told her to leave me alone though, I just wanted to forget all about her and Geoff. So she left me alone; I sort of appreciated the fact that she made an effort though, but there was nothing she could do to fix it up. Sharon always tries to be cool under any circumstances. The head mistress interrogated me for hours about where I had been that night but I told her nothing and she gave me detention every day until Easter, out of spite. I wasn't able to concentrate on any school work at all; I'd just sit dumbly in class and study hall and in my room at night. I got in trouble every day for not having my work done. Some of the nicer teachers wanted to know what was wrong.
"Nothing." I told them, I didn't want to talk to any of them.
Finally Easter came and I was through. I didn't know what my mother would have in mind then, but at least the school was finished, they were as happy as I was. They even phoned my mother to make sure she was expecting me. I packed all my stuff and took the bus to the city. I must have been looking as bad as I felt, when my mother saw me she was quite upset. She freaked me out by being nice to me.
"Jenny, poor darling, everyone has been so hard on you." And she put her arms around me and held me. I started to cry and so did she and then we were both embarrassed. I wanted to tell her everything but I suppressed it. My mother had proven herself to be a bitch and it was too late for mother-daughter heart-to-heart talks. So we went home and I went up to my room and sat there by myself It was nice. I hadn't been there for such a long time and it was just as I had left it. I flashed back to simpler days, I guess my mother had left it like that, a little shrine to her failure as a mother. I could have sat in it indefinitely, but my mother was scheming. Only this time she was feeling more guilt than usual and she decided to take me on a holiday.
CHAPTER TWELVE
So a couple of days later we took a plane to New York, and I started to have a really good time. I had never been there before so it was really interesting. We stayed in a big hotel on Fifth Avenue and every day we'd go shopping and to museums and galleries. We bought tons of clothes, I began to feel a bit sorry for my stepfather but he married her, it wasn't my problem.
There was so much to do there. I sort of wished I was with Geoff or someone rather than my mother. She had friends who lived there and we went out to their place, which was miles from downtown. We had dinner and mother enjoyed herself immensely and arranged to go back the next night. I said I didn't feel well and I'd stay in the hotel because I found it sort of boring. It felt good being by myself but I wasn't really sick and I sort of wanted to do something. I looked through the paper, there were all kinds of things like a sex bar, maybe I should go and ask for a job I thought. But I decided to go to a rock concert. I had heard the group's records before and I wanted to see them. It was at this big hall, the Electric Circus, that I had heard about in Solace.
So I got all dressed up in my new clothes and took a taxi there after I had something to eat. It was a great rock band, even better than the records I had heard and there were all kinds of freaky people there. I felt sort of strange being by myself so I was glad when a tall, long haired guy came over and said "Hi." He passed me a joint and smiled at me. He was really neat. We listened to the music and smoked and he just stood beside me. No one was dancing but everyone moved back and forth together to the music and so we did too. Pretty soon the concert ended and this guy went and got my coat and led me out the door. He called a taxi and he told me he'd like to take me to a party. It was pretty late and I thought I should get back to the hotel. He was sort of pissed off but he said he'd take me so we flagged a taxi and went there.
He came in with me and up the elevator; I was wondering how I would explain him to my mother and vice-versa. But it turned out that she wasn't home yet and there was a message for me to call her. I was delighted that I could bring the guy in and I phoned my mother and pulled off his jacket at the same time.
She was quite drunk and worried sick about me, so she said. I told her how I had started to feel better and got bored so I went to this concert that I saw advertised in the paper, what was she doing? Her friends wanted her to stay the night and she told me to come down there too. I told her that was ridiculous and she should go to sleep and I'd call in the morning. She didn't have any idea that made more sense than that, in her drunken stupor so she said okay and we hung up. I'm a much better mother than she is.
"Good news," I said to my friend who was sitting, lying actually, on the bed watching me. "My mother isn't coming back here tonight, so you can stay and we can go to a party, whatever you like."
I was very excited. He agreed that it was good news and I went over and sat down beside him and we started to kiss. I was dying to get fucked by his long body, long cock; my New York fuck. I put my arms around his neck and we kissed and necked and talked a bit. He was David, he was an art student at a college in the city, he knew all about things that were happening there. I stood up after a while and pulled my dress off, right in the middle of our conversation.
"Beautiful, baby," he said and he reached up and ran his hands across me. I undid my bra and pulled my panties off and stood over him naked; and then the damn telephone rang.
It was my mother of course, checking up on me. I told her I was trying to get to sleep and I'd talk to her in the morning. She made pointless conversation for a while. I reached over and undid David's shirt while I listened to her and ran my hands inside across his wide chest. Finally she hung up and I went to the end of the bed and pulled his boots off. I unbuckled his pants and pulled them down his long legs and off his feet. I sat over him and rubbed myself against him and kissed and felt all over his body.
I was really horny. I could feel his hard prick pressing up underneath me and I squirmed around over it. He just lay there with his eyes shut and breathed excitedly. He was so beautiful and slender, I was going crazy.
He stretched his body out and spread his legs wide and I slowly went over his whole body, first his fine neck, then all around his chest and arms. I bit his nipples until they were quite hard and flat and then I brushed my lips over his stomach and along it, pressing into his navel. And then the best part, slowly along his buttocks, biting and kissing, and then I kissed and licked his whole long leg, down to his feet. He just lay there and said breathlessly, "That's beautiful."
It was really neat. I moved up the inside of his leg and licked his thigh and it quivered. Every part of his body that I touched would quiver in response, it was a great body. When I reached his balls I took one of them into my mouth and ran my tongue all around it; he went crazy, his prick sprang up in front of me. It was a huge prick and thick compared to his thin body. I gasped and reached for it and moved my lips up to it and kissed and licked the whole over-sized dork. He gasped, "Oh, that's so nice baby."
I opened my mouth as wide as I could and sucked up and down carefully and smoothly, all the way into my throat. He writhed and clutched at my head and then all of a sudden he exploded, cream poured down my throat and he rolled around on the bed gasping and pulling my head with him. I swallowed and kept sucking it, it tasted so good and I wanted it again. But his prick slowly shrank in my mouth and finally he said, "Baby, I'm starting to sting."
So I stopped. I kissed his body all over again instead and we necked some more.
"That was so nice," he said to me and I agreed.
"I'm afraid I'm not much of a stud, baby."
I laughed, he was so neat. "I'm afraid a stud is what I need," I added.
"Well come on," he said. "We'll go out and find you one."
I'm willing to do anything so I got back into my clothes, as David helped me pick out something that would appeal to studs and then he helped me put it on. The two of us went back down to the lobby and got a taxi and off we went in search of a stud.
The address David gave was in the Village, which I hadn't seen yet, not being my mother's idea of a sight. The party we went to was the weirdest thing I've ever seen; it was in a huge place filled with colored lights and loud music and all kinds of strange people. Everyone seemed really nice, they all kissed us when we met them, they all knew David from before. Someone gave us a pill, I didn't know what to do with it but David swallowed his so I figured, what the hell, and so did I. Someone else, some bitch asked me if I had come up to the city to be freaked out or turned on, which freaked me out. But David said, "No, she's looking for a good stud," and we walked further into the room.
We sat down with a bunch of people and sipped wine and smoked some joints. I got really high, it might have been the pill, because I don't usually feel like that when I smoke. We sat and looked all around the room for possibilities, it seemed really funny. There was a huge black man that I thought might be nice but David decided on this other guy that was average in every way except his body was extraordinary. "He'd be good," David said and he told me to go and ask him if he was interested.
I was sort of nervous but David said, "Don't worry, I'll be watching so nothing can go wrong."
The whole thing seemed so crazy and the guy's body was so unbelievable, he just stood there sprawled out and displaying it; I couldn't resist. I walked over and stood in front of his bulging muscles and I reached out timidly and touched his arm.
"Hey, do you want to fuck?" I said.
He didn't say anything, he just looked me up and down. So I looked him up and down and then I was determined he was really neat, with a sullen face held up by a thick neck that indented where it hit the shoulders, his chest was wide, so wide I wondered if I could get my arms around it because I really wanted to. His arms were huge and thick, I ran my fingers lightly over one of them and he sort of smiled at me, sullenly. I glanced down at his legs, covered in faded jeans that stretched over the huge muscles in his thighs and over the big lump at his crotch. I sort of shivered.
"I'd really like to fuck; if you're not doing anything," I said as seductively as I could.
"Here?" he said finally.
I pointed to what David had told me was the bedroom and he sort of shrugged and walked slowly towards it. His hard buttocks rolled as he walked and his shoulders swayed from side to side. I was really excited and I walked behind him and ran my hand down his back and over his beautiful ass as it rolled. This looked like it was going to be a great fuck.
The bedroom was certainly just that, it was a room almost as big as the one where the party was and it was covered with mattresses, all over the floor and up the walls. There was nothing else in it. The guy walked into the middle, he looked like he was ready for a wrestling match, and so was I. I put my arms around his strong neck and kissed him madly. I stretched and squeezed myself against his thick mass and bored my tongue into his warm mouth. He was really a stud. All of a sudden he pushed me back and grabbed the top of my dress and ripped it off. I gasped and reached for him, but he pushed me away again and gave me his sullen smile as he slowly undid the buttons on his shirt and his bulging chest pushed out. I made a strange sound and reached out for him again, running my hands over his wide, hairy front and he grabbed me and pulled me against him and dug his teeth into my shoulder. It sent electricity all through me. This guy was big, and so hard. I was going insane.
He lifted me right off the ground and covered my breast with his mouth; his teeth scraped across it and I clutched at him and pulled his hair. He reached in underneath me and pulled his prick out. I couldn't see it, but I could feel it pressing against me and it was monstrous.
Then he let go of me suddenly and pushed me so I collapsed on the mattress at his feet. He stood over me and sneered again and slowly pushed his jeans down to his feet. I writhed and clutched at his thick legs and held his jeans while he stepped out of them. His muscles rippled as he moved, I made more strange sounds and wrapped my arms around his thick legs and licked at his thigh which was hard and muscled like the rest of him. I pressed my head against his crotch and pulled at his skimpy black underwear with my teeth. What a stud! He was all ready and his prick pushed out.
It was huge and thick and his balls hung down about a foot. I licked at them and wrapped my mouth around each one, my fingers crawled around his big ass and pulled at it. He held me up by the hair and shoved it into my gaping mouth. I almost choked and I thought my jaw was going to break from its mass. He kept sinking it in and out and I sucked madly. Finally, he yanked it out and let go of me. I dropped on the floor and he stood over me again, pulling himself slowly. My arms and legs stretched up in the air reaching for him.
"Fuck me!" I gasped. He kneeled down over me and rubbed his prick along my cunt, smiling down at me writhing on the floor begging him for it. Then he suddenly drove it with one mighty lunge and I went stiff from shock and screamed. He held me pinned down on it for a minute and then even more suddenly he flexed his strong hips and yanked it back out. I went crazy.
"Fuck me, fuck me. Please!"! screamed and he threw back his head and roared with laughter. He crawled all over my pleading body, rubbing his prick along my stomach and between my breasts, pinching them and squeezing them around it. Then he moved up over my face.
"Lick it," he sneered and I stretched my tongue out and ran it up and down the mighty length of it. He pushed his dangling balls up to me and I licked them too. Then he took my head in his hands and pressed his prick against my lips.
"Open up, bitch," he sneered again and I stretched again and opened wide and he pushed in all the way past my throat and held it there. I couldn't breathe and I thought he was going to kill me, but I was ready. I must have dug my teeth in because finally he pulled it out and started to slap me across the breasts repeatedly and with all his strength, it stung and I screamed with shock. He sneered at me to do it nicely or he'd kill me. I took his long prick in my hands and moved my mouth over it and began to suck gently, massaging it with my tongue.
I looked up at his cruel eyes and saw them smile with pleasure as he suddenly flexed his hips and drove down my throat. He pulled back out and started to pump in and out; holding my head and slapping his big balls against my neck. Then he pulled it out and I started to scream again and he reached down and lifted my legs up and spread them apart, squeezing his fingers into them and then he jumped on me. His prick drove into my gaping cunt. I lost my breath and began to climax at the same time, as soon as he hit the bottom of me. He rammed in and out and pushed his big body against me, flattening me on the mat. I crashed and screamed the whole time he pumped in and out and then his come shot into me and he dug his teeth into my neck. I was paralyzed and I could hardly breathe. He got up and pulled his clothes back on, still standing over me. I lay sprawled out beneath him and I whispered thank you as he walked away. He threw back his head and roared with laughter. I just lay there for a while longer and then David and another guy joined me on the mat. They had been standing naked, rubbing each other and feeling while they watched us, but it hadn't registered on me.
"How did you like that?" David asked as he lay down beside me.
"It was great," I moaned.
"It looked it," he said as he leaned over and pressed his lips against my cunt. He sucked it and drained me of all my juices. The other guy lay behind me and began to feel me and he reached around and pulled at my breasts, pushing himself against my back. I could feel his prick pressing against my ass. David moved around and pushed his legs up against my face while he licked me.
"Suck me again," he whispered. I was glad to and I opened my mouth and took his prick in. Luckily it was smaller than the stud had been and I was able to do it easily. David spread his legs on either side of my face and I reached around his ass and felt his balls. The other guy was playing with my ass from behind and pressing his prick against it. David leaned over me and began to suck him, making strange noises and the guy drove one of his fingers against my ass and forced it inside. I continued to suck David, he got much larger and I cupped his balls in my hands and played with his ass. Then he stopped sucking the guy and they pushed his cock against my ass, as he slid his finger out it was replaced by the huge head. I quivered and shook and flexed my ass muscles and relaxed them as best I could and moaned from pleasure and pain. I opened up around it and it slid in smoothly and filled me like another cunt. It felt great and I moved around it and pushed myself against it. I reached back and grabbed his thighs and pulled him harder into me and opened my mouth wide and took all of David's beautiful hard cock back in.
But David took my head in his hands and slid his prick out from between my lips and turned around so it was pressed against my cunt instead. I couldn't believe what was about to happen to me and then it did. His long prick drove into my cunt. I could feel the two cocks pushing together inside me, one from each end. I thought I'd split or something. I felt like I was part of some fantastic sex machine, one prick in my cunt, one in my ass; and me moving back and forth between them. Then to top it all off, some big guy came over and stood above us, jerking his hard cock in front of him. I went crazy and reached up for him, scraping my fingers up his thighs. I moaned and pulled, trying to get to his cock and he sat down over me. I grabbed his buttocks and opened my mouth wide taking his enormous length into my throat. David reached out with his tongue and ran it between the guy's buttocks, his balls slapped between us.
We went on like that for a while, everyone pumping and grinding into me from all directions. I loved it. Then I felt come shooting into all my holes. My ass quivered back to its normal state as the guy in the back slid out and his prick flopped against my leg, all wet and sticky. I grabbed David's hips and pulled them in and out of me faster and faster. I couldn't wait to come. As I started to the guy kneeling over us gasped and moaned and shoved his cock into my mouth and shot cream into me. I swallowed and licked. There was just me and David left and we pumped together furiously and I came. I lay there numb while he finished off. I thought I might be dead. It was the most incredible thing I've ever done.
I came too a little while later. I was lying in David's arms and we were surrounded by various combinations of bodies. Apparently I had incited a whole orgy, it was too bad that I had missed the whole thing. I had slept through it. I looked at David's beautiful, peaceful face as I unwrapped his arms from me. I sat up beside him after kissing him gently on his lips, my whole body ached and I was covered with bruises. I felt really sick and I could barely crawl over to where my clothes were, at least my dress. It was crushed under some well-built, dark-haired guy. Some ether stud had his prick in the guys mouth and was lying over his face. My stockings were partially under a girl who lay wrapped around the big negro I had considered. Too bad I hadn't seen that one.
I managed to sort of stand up and have a better look. There were about ten bodies lying around in various positions. I looked them all over and wondered which one owned the ass and prick that sat over me and David, and which one had gone in my ass, and what everyone else had done. If I wasn't in such rough shape I think I might have tried to wake everyone up and have another round. David sort of woke up for a second and rolled over on his back and squinted up at me.
"You splitting baby?" he mumbled.
"Yeah, bye for now," I whispered and I leaned down and kissed him.
I carefully climbed over the sleeping bodies and made my way to the other room. I could barely stand up and the daylight blinded me. I had to stand there dizzy and close to vomiting. Worse still, there were still some people who were awake in there, they sort of clapped for me. I was really embarrassed. The room was a total mess, but I found a corner of it that looked Eke a kitchen. At least it had a kettle and a jar of instant coffee. I had a harder time finding a cup and a cigarette and I really was sick, but eventually I got it all together and sat down and felt a bit better. I realized that I was still dragging my little dress around with me. I probably would have gone home that way. I pulled it on, really embarrassed; and then I found my coat and looked around for my shoes.
"You're not leaving already, are you?" someone asked.
"I have to," I answered. "How long is this party going to last?"
"Oh, hard to say. This is the third month or so now, but they're tearing the building down soon so it may end then."
"Oh," I said. "Well, maybe I'll come back later." I asked for a telephone to get a cab and they told me to go down one flight and ask there, so I stumbled out the door and down the stairs. I knocked on the door there and waited for a while. Finally a great big guy all hairy and undressed opened it and said: "Oh, it's a chick. Come in."
"I was wondering if I could use your phone to call a taxi."
"Sure, the phone is over in the corner," he pointed and at the same time he grabbed my dress and lifted it up over my head. I just stood there and let him run his hand all over my body. It started to turn me on.
"Very nice chick," he said and let go of me. "A bit rustled though."
"Yeah," I said and went over to the corner he had pointed to and searched around among the junk for a phone. This place was just like the scene upstairs. There were about seven people there, lying around looking at me casually.
I had trouble getting a number and I had trouble finding out what address I was at. But I managed to eventually and afterwards the guy said to me: "It'll take about ten minutes for them to get here. Why don't we fuck?"
"Oh, I'd love to," I answered. "But I don't feel too good."
"Yeah, you look like you're all right. Come over here and suck me. That may make you feel better if it doesn't make you sick. You probably won't want to leave."
I couldn't think of anything else to do, so I went over and knelt down between his legs. He was very big and hairy. I was turned on. I licked and bit up the inside of one meaty thigh, and then I ran my tongue around his balls and along his hanging prick. It started to get thick and stiff. I put my lips around the head of it and ran my tongue around it, pressing into the wet opening. Then I moved my head down, my cheeks bulged with the mass and he caught at my head with his big hands. I was sucking so hard I didn't hear anyone knock, but he yelled for them to come in. At one point he pushed me down on him, grabbed my hair and started to push me up and down. I just had to open wide and suck furiously and choke when he forced himself into my throat. "Okay, chick, here it comes," he yelled and he shot off. I opened wide and swallowed his thick cream.
I was still down on my knees finishing up when I noticed the taxi driver was standing in the open door . The hairy guy was leaning over watching me to see if I was going to throw up, but I wasn't so I stood up and wiped my face on his hard stomach and walked out the door, ignoring the taxi driver's lewd smile as he closed it behind us.
"See ya, chick," the hairy guy yelled.
It was still very early in the morning at this time and there were still people wandering around on their way home from the night before. We drove back to the hotel along the streets that were quiet and empty compared to the middle of the day, it seemed quite nice. I realized when we got to the hotel that I didn't have any money with me. The driver wasn't bothered at all when I told him and he followed me into the lobby. Oh no, I thought and I contemplated going over to the desk and getting them to pay, but I looked him over and figured, what the hell, and let him follow me to the elevator.
We went up to my room and he smiled his lewd smile all the way. He breathed down my neck while I unlocked the door and when we got inside he grabbed me and slobbered all over my face. I pushed him away and pulled my dress off and went over to the desk where my mother put some money and got a five for him. I handed it to him and he stuffed it in his pocket and grabbed me. I let him kiss me and squeeze my breasts. He was about thirty, balding, short and he really turned me on. I pushed him away again and told him to take his clothes off and went into the bathroom to start running a bath. When I came out he was standing there in his underwear, his erection pushed against the cloth and it looked pretty good.
"Lie down," I said and sat on the bed, waving for him to join me. I started to kiss him and then I bit his soft chest and slid my hand inside his underwear. His cock was great. I gasped as my hand slid around it and I moved down and began to kiss it, running my fingers around his balls. He reached down and shoved his hand into my cunt. I was getting really excited again. After I sucked his prick until he was moaning and clutching at my head I moved back up and pulled him over on top of me. I grabbed his fat buttocks and pulled him on to me, his big cock pushed into my cunt and we started to grind up and down. I was on my way to coming again when he shot off in me. I lay back moaning, with my legs stretched open, watching him get back into his clothes. I smiled sweetly and he let himself out. I lay that way for a while and then because the water was almost overflowing, I went and got into the bath. I lay in it for a long time and rubbed cream into my poor body. I washed my hair and hid the little, sperm-covered dress in the bottom of my suitcase, and phoned for something to eat. I lay back down on the bed and called my mother. It was almost nine by then and I arranged to meet her at a restaurant at twelve thirty.
My breakfast came after I hung up and I yelled at the guy to bring it in. I got a very nice looking waiter, dark and foreign looking. I sort of made him nervous lying there naked on the bed, so I signed the paper and ran my hand up his leg.
"Anything else, ma'am," he said with a thick sexy accent. I looked under the lid of the tray he had brought in. "Yes, I'd like to suck your cock."
He smiled lewdly and went over to the door and locked it. He came back and stood in front of me and opened his tight black pants. He didn't have any underwear on and I could see his prick, limp and hanging over his huge balls. It was fat and long and uncircumcised. I leaned up and pushed the skin back and licked the head. I nibbled at the hole and put each of his balls in my mouth and I ran my fingers around his buttocks and pulled him towards me by the ass. He held my head and pushed his prick into my mouth. He was starting to get much harder and I just shut my eyes and sucked as he pushed in and out. I pulled hard at his ass and he climbed on the bed over me. I dug my nails into his ass and he fucked my mouth furiously. He came really hard, throwing his chest back and bucking his hips into me, my mouth overflowed with masses of hot cream and he moaned and collapsed on top of me. I leaned my head back and let his delicious come slide down my throat. My body pressed underneath him. Eventually, he stood up, a big smile on his face; and pulled his pants back up over his dark, oily thighs and carefully put his shrunken prick back inside them.
"You gonna pay me," he said. I was a bit surprised, but I said, "Oh sure, over there on the table."
He went over and took a ten and turned around to watch me still licking at my lips.
"You liked that?" he said.
"Oh sure. It was great," I mumbled.
"You staying long?" he asked.
"Yes," I was surprised by that answer.
"I can get you work if you like," he said. "You don't have to pay for doing that."
"Well, maybe. I'll call you," I mumbled and he went away.
I woke up when my mother called me from the restaurant I was supposed to meet her at and I told her I was sick. I was. She was very concerned and decided to rush over and I knew that wasn't going to make me feel much better so I got out of bed and got dressed. I really wanted to leave. My mother thought I looked terrible and she made reservations for us to return home immediately. I went along with the packing and the trip to the airport and I even got on the plane and the next thing I knew I was back in Smithtown, sitting in my room being sick. I couldn't stand it.
The next day I went for a walk after dinner. Where my parents live is out in the suburbs. There's a freeway that takes you into the city. It also takes you out of the city, depending on which side you get on. Where the entrance and exit are there is a shopping center and I walked in that direction. In the shopping center parking lot there is a crumby drive-in that I would have ignored except a bunch of really wild looking guys, bikers actually, were parked outside it eating and scaring all the other customers. I wasn't afraid. I was fascinated.
I went over and had a milk shake and sat inside by the window watching them. They were really neat looking guys, in their denim jeans and leather jackets and long hair. One of them saw me watching and motioned with his head for me to come out. I decided it would be just what I needed for my "illness" and I walked out just as they were all starting up their bikes and revving them. The noise was tremendous. I walked over to the guy who had called me and he motioned again for me to get on the seat behind him. I did and wrapped my arms around his fantastic body. The bike was huge and it went really fast down the highway, out of the city. I was really scared but excited too. The biker was also huge, his bulging thighs straddled the leather seat and I hung on to him tightly. About half an hour later everyone turned off where there was a park with a man-made beach and campgrounds. My ears were buzzing and I was really cold, so I was glad, besides, what else could happen?
It was really early in the season so here was no one around the park except about fifty more bikers, a whole gang. They had a fire going and lots of beer and they sort of scared me. The guy I was riding with jumped off and gave me a big smile. He was dark and husky and his face was handsome and tough looking. A really wild looking guy. He went and got about six beers out of a case and then grabbed my arm and a sleeping bag and led me a little ways down the beach. He dropped the beer and the sleeping bag and I knelt on it beside him.
He opened a beer with an opener hanging from his belt and passed it to me. He opened one for himself and leaning back drank the whole thing at once and threw the empty bottle in the bush. It was amazing. He opened another one and lay back; opening his jacket and running his hand under his shirt, across his stomach and chest. It was so big and chunky I just melted watching him. He watched me watch and smiled and spread his legs apart and drank the next bottle down in one guzzle. I started to drink mine a bit faster, I thought I might need it and we just sat there. He finished off a couple more and then he pulled his shirt up and rubbed his stomach. It was covered with hairs and really dark. I was so excited I reached out and ran my hand over it too. He smiled and moved my hand away and then he began to slowly unbuckle his jeans and open them. I pulled his fly down and reached in. He didn't have any underwear on and I felt his bushy hair immediately and it sent shivers through me. I reached in further for his prick, and gasped and made him laugh. It was a great big long prick, thick and not even hard yet. I leaned over closer to it and he reached for my breasts and began to squeeze them and pinch them hard between his fingers. I was wearing a light blouse and bra both of which he tore open with easy yanks that pulled me off balance and made him laugh. He guzzled the last beer and then held out what was left in it for me. I reached and he laughed and poured it all over his crotch. I leaned over him and immediately he grabbed my hair and forced me down over it. I licked all over, through his matted hair to his huge balls and along his great rod which I held in both hands as it swelled and hardened and eventually stood up straight and bigger than any I've ever seen. I opened my pants and pushed them over my hips and lay back shivering as his huge body moved over me.
He wrenched my legs apart with his knee and rammed his fingers into my cunt. I gasped and went stiff and writhed around and clutched at him as he replaced his hand with his cock. I screamed as he filled me with his mass and rammed his big hips against me clutching at his hard body and moving with him to a beautiful climax. Afterwards, I lost contact and it went on until he exploded inside me and moved off. He made me go get more beer. I had to go over to where all the other guys were sitting around the fire. They grabbed at me and mauled my breasts. I had to run back to the sleeping bag and the big fucker who lay laughing at me; his legs spread and his hand on the long soft cock. He held it up to me and pushed my face down over it while opening the beer.
I licked all over it again and took his big heavy balls in my mouth one by one and gently squeezed them. I ran my tongue up his prick, it got harder as I did and then I enveloped the big head of it with my lips and ran my tongue around the hole at the top. He spread his legs wide and pushed my face down over it, up and down; choking me and making it stiff again. He flexed his hips, driving all the way into my mouth, down my throat. I gagged and bit him which made him ram it in and out as hard as he could and maul at my flesh with his big hands and then he shot off, his come was beautiful and sticky. I let it run all over and between my lips and I licked it all up and swallowed it slowly while his prick got limp again. He lay watching me eat it and smiled at me. Then he lay back and made me spread out the sleeping bag and we took off all his clothes and mine and got into it. It was really cold so I crawled right in and pressed myself against his big body. It made me very comfortable and warm. I fell asleep.
The next morning it took me a while to figure out what was happening, but I was delighted to recall the big body I was pressed against. I got all excited and began to lick and kiss his hard chest. Then I moved down to his beautiful long cock. I loved it. It got hard as soon as I kissed it. I opened wide and took it in my mouth and sucked gently. He woke up and moved over on top of me on his knees and I pushed myself flat underneath him and pulled his big prick down and spread my cunt open with it. My finger crawled around his wide buttocks and I pulled at his hard ass. I could see his prick plunge a mile into me, I was still inside the sleeping bag, his chest pressed against my face. I came again, it was really good and he went on slowly for a long time. I couldn't move by the time he shot into me. I lay there limp as he crawled out over me, his stomach, then prick and balls and legs dragging over me. I ran my fingers around my gushing cunt and licked them. Finally, I crawled up a bit and pushed my head out blinking from the light and the sight of the dirty gravel beach I was lying on. He was standing about two feet away from me, his legs spread and water gushing out of his cock. When he saw me he pointed his prick in my direction, spraying my face with pee.
I pulled myself up to it by his legs, my face and hair were soaked with steaming urine. I wanted to taste it and I opened my mouth and took the head of him in; the pee swirled around and poured out of my mouth down my chin and chest. It tasted horrible and salty but I loved doing it; I felt so dirty and turned on. I swallowed the last drops and sucked him for a while again, clutching his ass and pulling him into me. He pumped in and out but he didn't come again; eventually he took it out and let me kiss it while he pulled his jeans in over his bulging thighs. Then he disengaged himself from my lips and carefully put his hard mass of cock and balls inside and pulled the zipper up tightly over the huge lump.
Through it all I felt very satisfied and suddenly, I knew that I had found my milieu, my sexual place in life!
