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Motherfucker
by rache

Copyright 2010 Rachael Ross All rights reserved rache696@yahoo.com
Intended for adults only
See chapter one for codes and synopsis

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Motherfucker
by rache

Chapter Two


"Hey Jimmy!" Wendy smiled brightly as I shuffled books in and out of
my locker before homeroom.

She wore her red and gold cheerleader outfit, like her two giggling
friends, Amy and Lisa who were hovering just behind her. Wendy cocked
her hips to the left, bit her bottom lip seductively, and tossed her
wild mane of black hair from one shoulder to the other. The girl knew
how to pose, no doubt about it, and I felt my heart surge with
conflicting emotions at the sight of her.

"Hi Wendy," I replied softly, having no idea what our relationship was
anymore and afraid to find out.

"Hey Jimmy," Kyle passed me, walking towards class with a couple other
guys.

He was one of my best friends and I saw Kyle share a smile with Wendy.
They didn't say anything to each other, but I saw their eyes meet for
just a second and the boy smiled like he knew a secret. I'd never
noticed stuff like that before, but I remembered what my mom had told
me about Wendy. How she'd confessed to fucking half the school and all
of my friends behind my back.

"Aren't you going to give me a kiss?" Wendy asked in a teasing voice
and we'd often kissed in the hallway. Not making out or anything, but
just small kisses now and again when we could get away with it.

"Ummm..." I did kiss her, wanting that more than anything else in the
world. I touched my lips to hers in front of half the school, the same
way we'd kissed for more than a year. Everyone knew we were in love
and seriously dating and all of that. Half the guys in school wanted
Wendy for a girlfriend and a lot of girls liked me, but we loved each
other...or so I'd thought.

"Do you like my lip gloss?" she asked me, leaning close and whispering
in my ear. "I sucked your dad off on the way to school."

"What?" I blinked at her, feeling my cheeks redden.

"We need to talk later," Wendy said seriously, now that she had my
undivided and unhappy attention. "In the library for study hall."

"Alright" I agreed with a hard swallow.

"Now smile, boyfriend," she laughed lightly and raised her voice.
"You're so sweet! God!"

Wendy walked backwards, smiling and giving me a little finger wave as
I stood there dumbly. It had to be an act, I realized. She didn't mean
any of it and I wondered if she ever had.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Nothing much had changed at school. I mean, everything seemed normal.
I was a junior and I went to my classes along with all the other
sixteen and seventeen year olds. I'd grown up with most of them,
attended the same schools and had the same friends. We were a small
community in a big city, a neighborhood really, and Olympic High was
as much my home as...well, as much as my house, you know?

I just wished I was an orphan sometimes.

We had gym class right after homeroom, Chris and me. We were best
friends and I always figured that when I married Wendy someday, he'd
be my best man. I'd be his too probably, except I didn't think he'd
marry his girlfriend, Ginny. She wanted to graduate and join Green
Peace and save the whales or something. Chris just wanted to work at
Boeing like his old man, come home and drink beer while he watched
other people save the whales on television.

"...six...seven...I heard about you and Wendy...eight..." I counted, holding his
feet while Chris did his sit-ups.

"What?" He looked at me, sitting in the up position with his hands
behind his head like a criminal.

"Did you have sex with her?" I asked softly, speaking between clenched
teeth because the look on my friend's face said it all.

"No!" he said and then smiled nervously with a forced laugh. "Why
would I ever do that?"

Because she's the hottest girl in school, I wanted to say. Because
Wendy's a slut who can't say no to a hard cock. We could have been
brothers and Chris would've still fucked her if he thought he could
get away with it. My friend wasn't exactly a good looking guy. Chris
wasn't ugly, just sorta plain like his stupid girlfriend, and getting
a shot at a girl like Wendy might be a once in a lifetime deal. Yeah.
He'd fucked her and I wanted to punch him right in the balls so bad I
could taste the desire rising like bile from my belly.

"Cool," I said. "I didn't believe it anyway."

"Who, um..." Chris looked around the gym and there were about thirty
guys in our class, all busy doing their own sit-ups. "Who was saying
that anyway?"

"I dunno," I shrugged. "Keep going, Roberts is looking at us."

Our gym teacher, Mr. Roberts, had a thing for sit-ups and if he
thought we weren't trying hard enough he'd make us run laps. The guy
could be a real jerk, but there seemed to be a lot of that going
around.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Hey Kyle." I caught up with him in the shower after gym class.

"Hey Jimmy," he said, turning away from me and Kyle was like that.

Small, skinny, pretty Kyle was always the last one in the showers
because he didn't like being naked around other boys. He'd wait and
pretend that untying his sneakers took ten minutes, undress quickly,
and get in and out without anybody seeing his little uncircumcised
dick. As if anyone would care? At least, that's what I figured the
reason was since he had a real small one, even for his slight build.

We'd been friends a long time too, not best friends maybe, but almost
and when I thought about it, we really didn't have that much in common
anymore. The rest of his friends and me had kept growing while Kyle
stayed little, so he didn't play football with us, or hockey or
anything like that. He just sorta hung out with us and we were used to
him...or maybe I just thought of him that way now because I seriously
suspected he'd fucked my girlfriend.

Pretty Kyle. That was the word too, with his doe eyes and curling
brown hair and slender body. Some people thought he was a fag, but he
had a hot little girlfriend, Jody, who was still in middle school.
She'd just turned fourteen and started ninth grade, but she was
seriously cute and about the right size for Kyle. We teased him about
her sometimes, but not when Jody was around because we all kind of
liked her. Girls change when they get to high school, ever notice
that? And not always in good ways.

Anyway, we were the only two guys in the shower and there wasn't a lot
of time, but I had to know...

"Have you seen Wendy lately?"

"Huh? I saw her this morning, remember?" Kyle grinned at me over his
shoulder, but I didn't smile back. "Why? What do you mean?"

"I mean, have you seen around after school or anything?" I asked him,
washing my dick with soapy fingers and knowing my cock had to be twice
has big as his. Why would Wendy ever want him?

"Uh...not really," Kyle replied carefully and I saw his eyes wander
downward to see my cock growing long and fat as I stroked it.

I didn't really mean to jerk off or anything. I wasn't queer, but
seeing Kyle standing there naked under the hot spray made me think of
Wendy. Her tight body rubbing against Kyle's, her legs wrapped around
his waist while his smooth round ass moved up and down, drilling that
hard little prick of his into my girlfriend's pussy. She probably
couldn't even feel him inside her slutty hole, but Kyle had felt her,
I bet.

"Oh," I shrugged, sliding my fingers along the underside of my swollen
penis all the way to the tip. I pressed the shaft against my stomach
until it sprang free, bobbing up and down and pointing straight at
Kyle as he stared at it.

"I mean, um...I kinda saw her at the mall," he told me. "Like last
Tuesday?"

"By herself?" I wondered, grabbing my big balls and rolling them
around as my cock swayed between us.

"I think so," he swallowed hard and just stared at my dick. "I don't
remember."

"Hmph," I nodded like I didn't believe a word of it.

"Do you want me to touch it?" Kyle whispered, glancing at the empty
archway leading to the locker room and I blinked at him.

"What?"

"I can, um...do it for you," he said with a shy smile and he turned his
body just enough that I could see his own cock standing stiffly erect.

"Here?" I almost laughed, but mostly I had no idea what he meant. I
mean, I knew what he meant, but...Kyle was a fag?

"We can go someplace else," the boy suggested quickly, almost
desperately, it seemed to me. "I can suck it, if you want."

"Where?" I asked, thinking I should probably kick his ass and tell
everyone what a homo the guy had turned out to be.

But I wanted to know what was going on between him and Wendy too,
because I'd seen that look between them in the hallway and it must
have meant something! Plus, I did have a raging boner and fucking Kyle...
He even looked like a girl, you know? Standing there naked and wet
with his smooth skin glistening, that girly butt and his pink nipples
pointing out from his flat chest. Those bright brown eyes and pouting
lips. The only thing that didn't make sense was his little dick, the
head trying to peek out through the taut foreskin, and his smallish
scrotum hanging between Kyle's cocoa-butter thighs.

"This way..." Kyle didn't wait for me, but grabbed his plastic soap case
and shampoo, wrapped his towel around his waist without drying off and
left the showers.

I followed, thinking I had to be crazy. I wasn't a fag for one thing,
but if someone caught us, even if we weren't doing anything...Oh man!
I'd be a faggot too! The whole school would think so anyway, and I
didn't want that! I went along with him though, hurrying after Kyle as
he went unnoticed through the mostly empty locker room and into the
completely empty bathroom. People only used it before taking a shower,
not after, unless they wanted to comb their hair or something. There
were mirrors in the locker room for that though, so the bathroom was
empty as Kyle went into the farthest stall.

He sat naked on the toilet with his towel around his neck and I stood
in front of him, feeling my gut tighten with excitement and fear. I
felt so nervous I could have puked and I had some guilt too. Kyle
wasn't a girl, he was a boy like me, and I told myself that getting a
blowjob from a guy didn't make me a fag, only him. Kyle was the one
reaching for my semi-hard dick as I opened my towel for him. He was
the homo, not me.

"Wendy said you were gay," he breathed, smiling up at me as I felt his
fingers wrapping themselves around my cock.

"What?" I stared at him.

"I didn't believe her though," he rolled his eyes like a little girl.
"God! You've got a really big dick."

"She said I'm a fag?" I felt confused and kinda sick. "When?"

"I dunno," "Kyle sighed, stroking my cock slowly while he reached down
with his left hand to play with his own. "A couple months ago maybe."

"Did you fuck her?" I whispered, wanting to find Wendy and ask her why
she'd say something like that about me. Wanting to choke the answers
out of her, actually, although I knew in my heart I couldn't ever hurt
her. I just sorta wished I could.

"Why would I want to do that?" Kyle giggled like a girl too and then
he opened his mouth and took the head of my cock between his soft
lips.

He couldn't suck very much of me, only the smooth head and maybe an
inch or two of the thick shaft, but that seemed to be enough. Jesus!
His mouth felt just as good as my mom's had the night before. Kyle
used his tongue, washing around the glans and then letting it flutter
along the underside. He had a lot of spit, and precum too, and he
didn't swallow it at first. The boy just kinda swished it around
inside his mouth and I could feel the stuff moving over and around my
cock. His hand kept pumping my dick all the while, Kyle's small fist
barely reached all the way around me, and he'd push and pull the skin
over the muscle.

Kyle really knew how to suck a dick!

He kept looking at me too. Kyle's big brown eyes stayed on mine,
shining happily and letting me see how much he loved my cock. I'd
thrown my towel over my shoulder and used both hands to hold his head.
I couldn't help it. I dug my fingers into Kyle's wet hair and held him
steady as I began to push with my hips. He didn't seem to mind at all,
even if I went a little too far and touched the back of his mouth.
He'd gag softly, his cheeks bulging as he'd cough around my dick, but
he wouldn't stop. He'd swallow the juices spilling from my cock and
jerk me off with his hand and lips looking for more.

The bell rang and we were going to be late for our next classes, but
that didn't matter. I was getting a blowjob, the second of my life,
and I didn't even care that a fag was giving it to me. So long as I
didn't look down to see Kyle jerking off while he sucked me, I could
pretend he was a girl. I probably could have closed my eyes and
imagined Wendy sitting there, but I didn't want to. I liked watching
my fat prick slide between Kyle's red lips while I fucked his face. He
looked sexy somehow, even though I knew he shouldn't have.

"I'm gonna cum," I told him, breathing the words in a rasping voice
and I wasn't going to let him go.

"Mmph!" Kyle agreed and I realized the boy wasn't going to try and get
away. He kept sucking eagerly, letting me move his head back and forth
as I stopped moving. I wanted to hold myself back because that
anticipation felt really good. He had me on the edge and I tightened
my gut and tried to hold myself back just one more second, but then...

"Ohhh..." I breathed, grinning at the ceiling as I arched my back and
flooded Kyle's mouth with a half-dozen rapid spurts of hot semen.

He swallowed hard and fast, I could hear him choking down my load, and
some of the cum spilled from the corners of his mouth and dripped down
his chin. He didn't stop sucking, I realized, until after he'd cum
too. I'd totally forgotten about Kyle's dick, but he brought his other
hand up as he pulled his mouth away, and I could see his fingers
covered with his own gooey jism. He took my cock in his hand, the
cummy one, and it almost grossed me out when he started stroking my
ruddy wet dick and spreading his semen over my skin.

I figured it had to be some sort of weird faggot bonding thing as Kyle
mixed our cum together. I almost jerked away from him too, not wanting
another guy's sperm to touch any part of me, but especially there!
Before I could though, Kyle started licking my cock like an ice cream
cone and that would have really made me sick if he didn't look so sexy
doing it. He used his tongue to clean every inch of my dick, gathering
our combined semen on his tongue and swallowing it down happily. He
even licked my balls! Kyle took them in his mouth one at a time,
washing them through my ball sack and then spitting them out a minute
later.

"Was that okay?" he asked, apparently finished as he wiped his hands
on his towel.

"Yeah," I said, smiling because I'd had a great cum and felt pretty
good, but I started feeling guilty and nervous again too.

"Next time we can do it the other way if you want," Kyle told me,
licking his lips and sorta waiting for me to get out of his way
probably.

"What other way?" I asked, thinking that if he ever asked me to suck
his dick I'd punch the boy's lights out.

"You know," he giggled, lifting his eyebrows playfully. "I like to
fuck too. Do you have any rubbers?"

"Uhhh..." I blinked at him. "No."

"Get some for tomorrow," Kyle suggested. "I really want to do it."

"You do?"

"You've got a beautiful cock," he nodded, standing up slowly so that I
had to look down into his shining face.

Kyle looked unbelievably happy, but I guess all faggots look like that
after sucking down a big load of ball juice. The weird part though was
how we just looked at each other and I could feel it like I did with
Wendy sometimes. Like I was supposed to kiss her, you know? There
seemed to be something invisible, some magnetism that urged me to kiss
the boy, but that was asking too much. I wasn't a fag and besides, I'd
just cum in his mouth! Kissing him would be totally sick!

"I gotta go," I breathed, blinking and ignoring the flash of
disappointment on Kyle's face.

"Okay," he said, but I was already halfway out the door.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Over here..." Wendy waved at me as I entered the library for our third
period study hall.

Usually we went to the computer lab along with everyone else, since
anything you could find in the library you could find online...plus a
lot of stuff you couldn't! At least the library was fairly empty,
except for the geeks who liked books for some reason, or more likely
just didn't have any friends and wanted to be alone. A few seniors
were in there, since they had laptops that the school had given them
and could connect through the WiFi thing. The school couldn't afford
to give everyone computers yet, which sucked, but next year we'd be
seniors and that would be cool.

"Hey Motherfucker," Wendy giggled as I sat down across from her at the
table. She made it sound like my new name or something and I frowned.

"Don't call me that," I said, watching her pout the way she does
anytime I disagree about something.

"Why not? It's true!" she giggled. "And besides, I kinda like it.
Motherfucker."

"Wendy..." I sighed.

"Kinda rolls off the tongue, doesn't it?" she teased me and then
smiled. "Relax. It's just a pet name. I don't want anyone else calling
you Motherfucker. Just me."

"Did you really fuck half the school?" I asked, leaning forward and
staring into her sapphire eyes. They were blue, but so dark they might
have been black, especially indoors.

"I thought you'd want to ask me why I fucked your dad," Wendy said and
I wasn't sure if she was avoiding my question or what.

"I don't care why," I told her. "You're a slut. I just wanna know how
many guys you did it with."

"I don't know. I wasn't keeping score." She shrugged like she didn't
care.

"Just tell me."

"A lot," she said, scrunching up her nose sarcastically. "Okay? I
wanted to have sex, so what?"

"I was your boyfriend!" I retorted loudly and then dipped my head as
one of the librarians cleared her throat and shot us a dirty look.

"You're still my boyfriend," Wendy told me and she sounded deadly
serious. "Don't even think about trying to break up with me."

"Right!" I snorted, sitting back in my chair and shaking my head.

I let her see how mad I felt. How abused, you know? Like a dog that's
been kicked his whole life and didn't even know it, but now I did. The
only bad part was that I still loved her. Like a dog that doesn't know
any better, that can't remember getting beaten ten minutes later. I
ached inside to see Wendy smile and tell me she loved me and scratch
me behind the ears.

That's what she wanted too. A pet boyfriend who would heel and roll
over and play dead while she fucked all my friends. Every dog has a
master and Wendy was mine, she just had to find a way to make me obey
her and I had to find a way to slip my leash.

"It's your fault anyway," she said airily. "If you'd fucked me on our
first date like I wanted you to..."

"What?" I blinked at her. "I tried to touch your bra and you
practically screamed rape, remember?"

"I did not!" Wendy stared back. "I told you to stop, that's all. What
did you expect me to do?"

"You said more than stop," I reminded her. "You said if I didn't
respect you or whatever you'd never talk to me again."

"I just wanted to see how much you loved me," she shrugged. "I didn't
mean it."

"You're crazy," I snorted, remembering exactly how mad Wendy had been.
"You made me drive you home."

"Yeah! After I figured out you weren't gonna do anything!"

The librarian tapped her silence bell, like in a hotel when they want
a bellhop. Ding Ding Ding "Quiet please," she told us and everybody
wanted to steal that stupid bell, but it had been super-glued to the
desk or something.

"I said the same thing to Randy Hanson," Wendy whispered. "I even told
him to stop or you'd beat him up..."

"What?" I felt like she'd punched me in the gut.

"...and he didn't stop," she giggled. "He popped my cherry like ten
minutes later."

"You gave your cherry to Randy Hanson?" That guy was an idiot!

"I didn't give it to him," Wendy rolled her eyes. "He took it! He
pulled my panties down and shoved his dick inside me."

"Why didn't you stop him...or...When was this?" My mind reeled with
confused anguish. It's one thing to know your girlfriend's a cheating
slut, but it's something else completely to hear her tell you about
it.

"About a week after our first date," she said, "and I didn't stop him
because I wanted it."

"You wanted Randy to fuck you?"

"Him or whoever," she shrugged. "I didn't care as long as I wasn't a
virgin anymore."

"Uh!" I hated her. Almost.

"I told all those guys no," Wendy whispered. "It wasn't like I just
spread my legs and said fuck me! I wanted them to make me do it, you
know?"

"I don't..."

"I wanted you to be the first," she sighed, reaching for my hand and
speaking gently. "I love you, Jimmy. I always have, but you're always
too nice."

"You could have just told me or...something," I said miserably, wanting
to yank my hand out from under hers, but I didn't dare. I wanted to
hold her fingers and squeeze them.

"I tried," she said. "But God! We've been together a year and after
awhile, I dunno...it seemed kind of funny."

"Funny?"

"Yeah. Like a game sorta, you know..."

"A game?"

"...like guessing how many guys would fuck me before you even touched my
pussy," Wendy giggled. "I almost stopped saying no after awhile, but
then I wanted to see if you'd ever get mad and rape me or something."

"Rape you?" I frowned. "I'd never do anything like that, Wendy!"

"It wouldn't be rape, silly!" she said with a grin. "Nobody ever raped
me, not even Randy."

"Then why...I don't understand," I sighed.

"I like it when a guy wants me so bad he won't let me say no," Wendy
shrugged. "It's like teasing, that's all. As soon as he gets his cock
inside me? Oh yeah! I fuck him good!"

"Like my dad?"

"Definitely!" she laughed again. "I started teasing him the first time
you brought me home for dinner."

"Oh."

"He really loves your mom though," Wendy told me. "I had to work on
her first."

"Huh?"

"You know, tell her about what a huge slut I am and how I won't even
let you finger me out," she explained. "Stuff like that."

"Why would you..."

"Tell her that?" Wendy rolled her eyes. "Cause she's so hot for you I
felt kinda jealous actually."

"She is?"

"It's totally obvious too," she sighed. "Even Steffi noticed and you
know what an airhead she is!"

"Everybody knows?"

"I dunno," she shrugged. "Maybe. A girl can always tell though,
especially when it's her boyfriend. Your mom hated me the second she
saw me."

"She did not!"

"You have no idea!" Wendy giggled with a roll of her eyes. "God! I
thought we were gonna be pulling hair and kicking and all that stuff."

"Really?" I tried to remember the first time I'd brought my girlfriend
home to meet my parents. Mom had acted pretty normal, I thought, but
maybe...

"She wants you all to herself," Wendy said. "So we made a deal. I get
to fuck your dad and she gets to fuck you. It's perfect!"

"How is that perfect?" I wondered and I'd pretty much decided that
suicide was my only real option. I loved Wendy, but she was killing me
inside with every word she uttered. I'd never forgive her. I didn't
even know where to start blaming her!

"Because we're still going to get married," Wendy told me, still
holding my hand and talking like a normal person. I knew she had to be
insane though.

"Married?" I laughed at her.

"I'm going to keep fucking your dad...and some other guys probably," she
shrugged, "and you're going to fuck your mom."

"Sure," I nodded, making sure she knew I meant it in a sarcastic way.

"But nobody else," Wendy added, "or I will get jealous then."

"Right," I said slowly. "So you get to fuck all my friends...and my dad...
and I get to be laughed at behind my back."

"That's one way of putting it, I guess."

"I think I'll just break up with you now," I told her, somehow finding
the strength to pull my hand away from hers.

"What?" Wendy blinked at me and I felt a little pleasure in knowing I
could still surprise her.

"You're not my girlfriend," I said. "You never were. You were just...
playing with me."

"That's not true, Jimmy. I love you."

"Love?" I snorted. "I don't what you're doing, Wendy, but it isn't
love."

"You can't break up with me!" the prettiest girl in school exclaimed,
and the librarian tapped her bell and a dozen kids stared at us while
we both blushed. Wendy more than me though.

"You know what love is?" I asked her. "It's when a girl says no and
her boyfriend respects her for it. That's love."

"Jimmy..." she hissed, since I'd spoken rather loudly and continued to
do so.

"I didn't make you do anything because I trusted you," I told her. "I
believed you and I wanted you to believe me."

"Don't do this," Wendy warned me.

"I can't believe anything you say now," I shrugged, feeling like I'd
just climbed Mount Everest only to find it wasn't all that much of a
hill after all. "So I don't want to go out with you anymore, okay?
Just leave me alone."

"You motherfucker!"

"And leave my dad alone too," I added. "Or I'll...I'll call the cops or
something...I'll call your parents, how about that?"

"Quiet please! Jimmy! Sit down!" the librarian, an old lady named Mrs.
Thorpe commanded from her desk.

"I'll tell everyone about you and your mom!" Wendy whispered. "I'll
call the cops too!"

"Who's gonna believe you?" I laughed. "You're the biggest slut in
school."

"They don't have to believe me," Wendy yelled as I started walking
away. "I've got pictures!"

That stopped me cold.

"You two!" Mrs. Thorpe interrupted our staring contest. "The
principal's office! Now!"

She'd already written a chit for breaking the stupid rules and now the
old woman was picking up her phone to let Principal Collier know we
were on our way. Great.

"What pictures?" I asked as we walked together out of the library.
"You're bluffing."

"Think so?" Wendy asked me sweetly. "Remember my new celphone? The one
with the awesome camera?"

"You weren't even dressed when we were..."

"How would you know?" she giggled. "You were fucking her in your
sleep, you pervert!"

"You're lying," I said, praying it was true.

"I even made a little movie," she told me. "I love my phone. It's so
cool."

"You can't do that," I told her, not wanting to beg, but under the
circumstances...

"I'll do it in a heartbeat," Wendy promised. "I'll put you and your
mom all over the internet tonight. Everybody will know. All her
friends, her boss at the bank, everybody at school...The welfare nazis?
You're kinda old to go to an orphanage probably. You got any relatives
who don't care if you fucked your own mom?"

"Please," I said, stopping in the hallway and looking into her angelic
face. "Don't do this. If you really love me, Wendy..."

"I do," she said. "But you gotta love me back, Jimmy."

She had to be insane.



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end ch.2
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