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Misfits

Copyright 2010 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Adults Only.
rache696@yahoo.com

Note: This story consists of 15 chapters. Please see Chapter 1 for
details.

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The Misfits

Chapter Five


"I can't believe she treated me like that!" Mom said, or maybe ranted
would be a better word. "Who does she think she is? Spitting in my
face! We'll see about that!"

I concentrated on using the steamer machine to clean the living room
carpet and it actually turned out to be sort of fun. We'd borrowed
from one of our neighbors, an old guy who always liked to sit outside
and watch Mom. Especially when she washed the car in her bikini top
and cut-off shorts in the summer. I always thought he was kind of a
perv, but he never said no when Mom wanted to borrow something either.

"That stupid slut! I'll show her a thing or two!" Mom went on as she
stomped around the house. "We'll see who loves who around here! She
can't tell me who I can fuck and who I can't!"

"Whoa!" Mr. Moore opened the front door and smiled at me. "What's
going on in here?"

"Uhhh..." I blinked at him and turned off the steamer.

"I'll fuck any cock I want to! That bitch better watch out! The next
time I see her, I'm going to...Oh!" Mom blinked at him too as she
entered the living room. "Hello, Carl."

"Hi," he said. "What are you guys up to?"

"Spring cleaning," Mom replied, giggling and shrugging her shoulders
and looking seriously guilty.

"At nine o'clock on a Wednesday night?" Mr. Moore cocked an eyebrow.

At least we were cleaned up. After taking a long bath and eating some
dinner, I actually felt pretty good. My butt felt kind of sore and I
still had some semen squishing around way up inside me, but I didn't
mind that. My lips might have been bruised and my tongue felt sorta
weak, but other than that I didn't even feel particularly guilty. In
fact, I felt kind of good about seeing my mom gang fucked by three
bullies and my girlfriend.

"You know," Mom said out of the blue. "I've been thinking and I'm not
sure I'm ready for marriage."

"What?" Mr. Moore said before I could and we both stared at her as Mom
took off her engagement ring.

"I'm sorry," she said. "But I can't marry you, Carl."

"Why not?" he asked reasonably. "I love you."

"No," she sighed. "You love fucking my son. I think it would be best
if we didn't see each other anymore, Carl."

"But...You can't do that! We made plans...The wedding!"

"You've got a wonderful cock," she said. "Really, you do, but...I'm
sorry, I don't want to marry it."

She held out the ring and Mr. Moore's face had turned bright red as he
stared at it.

"Fine." He snatched the ring and left without another word, slamming
the door behind him.

"Whew!" She laughed and widened her blue eyes at me.

"What are doing, Mom?" I asked.

"I don't know!" she said happily and practically skipped out of the
living room.

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

Marcia picked me up in her mom's old car just because we were both
bored and kind of wired after all that sex with Billy and his two
friends. It had been too long since the last time we'd had sex like
that and we were both excited and kind of silly about it. I really
needed to talk with someone about my mom too and I only had one
friend.

"I think she's crazy," I said and then frowned as Marcia giggled.
"It's not funny!"

"Sorry," she said. "It's just...I don't know why she'd want to marry
that guy in the first place!"

"Yeah." I looked out the window as she drove around suburbia. All the
houses looked identical and I picked one at random. "Who lives there,
I wonder."

"Heh!"

"Maybe she needs help," I thought aloud. "Like a psychiatrist or
something."

"You worry too much."

"She's my mom."

"Well, okay...But you still don't have to worry that much."

"She was all excited about the wedding..."

"And she changed her mind," Marcia said with a shrug. "It happens all
the time and to guys a lot better than him."

"She changes her mind like every five minutes now."

"She's a girl; she's supposed to!"

"Yeah, but..." I frowned because it was sorta hard to argue with logic
like that. "Where are we going anyway?"

"You want to go up to the Peak?"

"What?"

"I'm still horny!" Marcia giggled. "I think it's my diet pills."

"I think it's just you."

"Maybe! You want to go back to your house?"

"No way," I said. "My mom's kind of mad at you."

"For pissing on her?"

"No, she's okay with that, I think."

"The spitting thing?"

"Yeah. That and telling her not to fuck me anymore."

"Well, she shouldn't. That's why she's getting blackmailed in the
first place."

"I know," I said with a giggle. "That was so cool."

"Yeah!" Marcia laughed too. "I thought you were gonna be mad."

"I was, sort of," I admitted. "I'm just glad we had sex again."

"With Billy and those guys? Yeah. Me too."

"Mom liked it anyway."

"She's a slut."

"I know. She was always a slut, but she only fucked guys one at a
time."

"That kinda defeats the purpose."

"Kinda," I agreed. "Do you really think she licked pussy before?"

"Definitely!" Marcia said. "She's almost as good at it as you are."

"Hmmm..."

"She like dove into my hole too! Did you see her?"

"Yeah."

"I think she licked my uterus."

"Isn't that like in the back someplace?"

"She's got a long tongue!"

"Really?"

"You never noticed?" Marcia giggled. "Your mom is hung!"

"Oh." I thought about that for a second. "That sounds stupid."

"I heard it from Billy's sister."

"Cindy?" I rolled my eyes. "She's weird too."

"We should hook them up."

"Who"

"Your mom and Cindy, like her friends too, you know?"

"Why?"

"I dunno. Maybe we could turn your mom into a lesbian."

"You mean they could."

"Yeah, but we gotta set them up, so..."

"I don't think I want my mom to be gay."

"Why not? That would be so cool. She could find a life partner and
move to san Francisco and be happy and..."

"Shut-up!"

"Or maybe not," Marcia said. "It was just a thought."

"I like my mom the way she is."

"I thought you didn't."

"I mean, I like it when she likes men," I sighed. "Stop teasing me all
the time."

"That's what girlfriend's do!"

"I thought you were Billy's girlfriend again?"

"Jealous?"

"Kind of."

"Good! I want you to be."

"Are you his girlfriend now?"

"No! God! He's such a jerk! I just like fucking him."

"Me too," I agreed. "He's like a bad habit."

"An addiction," Marcia said. "We need like a twelve step program."

"We just need a new boyfriend."

"We've been saying that for a month."

"I know," I sighed.

"Anyway, they're gonna come over tomorrow again."

"They are? What? You too?"

"Of course, silly! It's better than bringing your mom to Mark's
garage, right?"

"Ummmm..." I shrugged. "Good point."

Marcia kept driving and I think we both just wanted to get away, or at
least pretend like we could, and drive until we were someplace else
and had to come back. Probably a lot of people feel like that
sometimes. It's nice being in a car sometimes, insulated and it feels
like nobody can see you or hear you, like it's real privacy and yet
the whole world is passing right by.

"My dad still thinks I'm a virgin," she said with wry smile. "He's
such a dork."

"My mom knows I'm not," I sighed.

"I can't even imagine fucking my dad."

"Is he hot?"

"No!" Marcia rolled her eyes. "He's got a little dick too."

"You've seen it?"

"Only by accident."

"Oh. Where are we going?" I wondered as she'd taken a turn up a hill.
"Piper's Peak?" I read a sign as we went by

"Yeah," she said. "It's nice up here. Right?"

"I dunno," I replied. "I heard that's where everybody goes to make
out."

"Not on a Wednesday night!" Marcia laughed. "Too bad we missed the
sunset."

"Yeah. I'm gonna be sleeping on the way back."

"You can sleep up there," she promised. "I've got a blanket in the
back."

"Mark's?" I made a face.

"No! God! I hate that guy. What a jerk." We reached the top of the
hill and Marcia pulled off the road and onto a large, open field of
grass.

"You're driving on the grass," I said, grinning at her.

"It says dogs stay off, not cars! Besides, everybody parks on the
other side anyway. See?"

I did see. There were a half-dozen cars parked on the opposite side of
the park, overlooking the town below. Piper's Peak wasn't a mountain,
probably not even much of a hill compared to some places, but it was
the highest place around and the view was nice, especially at night.
There were a billion stars above us and the lights below looked
pretty. We could see the jets taking off from the air force base in
the distance, their afterburners glowing silently as they streaked
along the blue lighted runway. Someone had a car stereo going loud
enough for everyone to enjoy, playing one of the local radio stations
and I kinda wished they'd turn it off.

"Now what are we gonna do?" I wondered, looking at Marcia in the dark
as we sat there.

"I dunno," she sighed and it would have been funny, except it seemed
kind of pathetic.

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

Mr. Moore gave me an F on my pop quiz and then an hour of detention
when I frowned at it. Mom was mad at him, not me!

"Lie down on my desk," he told me. "No, leave your clothes on, faggot.
Get on your back."

I wasn't exactly sure what was going on, but I did what he told me to.
I lay lengthwise on his desk and he pulled me so my head hung over the
edge of it and everything looked upside down. My knees were bent at
the other end and he walked to the door, but I'd locked it as soon I'd
walked into his classroom for detention. Now Mr. Moore unlocked it,
opening the door and looking into the hallway outside.

He glanced at his watch and then looked at me over his shoulder and I
almost asked him what was going on when I got my answer.

"About time you showed up," he said and an older man only shrugged and
then smiled when he saw me.

"So, the rumors are true, huh?" He chuckled. "And you've been keeping
him all to yourself?"

"Well, I figure you had your hands full with that grandson of yours,"
Mr. Moore said.

"Oh! I did have my hands full with that sweet boy," the man agreed.
"My son-in-law took that job in Atlanta though; packed up and moved
away last week. I'm already missing him."

"I'm going to miss him too," Mr. Moore said with a chuckle. "He sure
loved to fuck."

"That's what I've heard about you," the old guy told me. "You're a
real cock hound, from what Carl has told me."

"I don't know," I said slowly, lifting my head as he stepped close to
the desk, pushing my knees apart.

"Faggot, this is Mr. Eagleton," Mr. Moore said. "He teaches at the
high school."

"Freshman English, among other things," he said, smiling down at me.
"I can't wait to teach you a thing or two."

He was even older than Mr. Moore, like sixty or something, with grey
hair and bushy eyebrows. A strong face though, not like my math
teacher's, and a tall, thin body. Not frail though, Mr. Eagleton
wasn't one of those old guys walking around with a cane. He stood
straight and proud and his hand felt strong as he grabbed the crotch
of my pants and gave my dick and balls a squeeze.

"Oh!" I blinked at him.

"You'll be my teacher's pet next year, won't you?" he asked and I
nodded quickly. "Good. Do you like getting fucked, pet?"

"Y-Yes," I breathed, feeling my penis growing stiff as he rubbed it
through my pants.

"I can tell," Mr. Eagleton said. "I love fucking pretty boys like
you."

"Put your head back down, faggot," Mr. Moore told me as he undid his
trousers. "Today you're going to learn how to deep throat."

"Let's take these off," Mr. Eagleton said, undoing my belt and then
the snap, tugging my pants and underwear from under my butt.

My dick popped free, pointing at the ceiling as Mr. Moore slapped my
cheeks with his semi-hard cock. With my head down all I could see were
his large balls mostly, hanging low in his wrinkled, hairy scrotum. I
welcomed the rush of excitement that filled me and my hands fluttered
as Mr. Eagleton got my shoes off and then my pants. He put my naked
legs over his shoulders as he started freeing his own swollen manhood.

"Just open your mouth," Mr. Moore whispered. "I'm going to fuck you
the way I used to fuck your bitch of a mother."

"Ummph!" My eyes grew large and my lips were stretched taut around my
teacher's fat penis as he pushed it into my mouth.

I reached for his hips and Mr. Moore held my head with both hands on
either side of my cheeks and jaw. He usually didn't go too far because
I always ran out of room quickly and gagged, but this time he pushed
his smooth cockhead to the entrance of my throat and ignored the
muffled gasps and coughs I made.

"Let me in, faggot," he said. "Open that throat of yours. I'm going to
push hard in a second...Ready?"

I blinked at him, trying to swallow and open my throat like he told me
too, but I didn't know how. A second later, Mr. Moore pushed hard,
just like he'd promised. At first it hurt a little, but then I did
swallow and that's when he slid half a foot of thick cock into my much
too small throat.

"Ohhh...Fuck yeah! Take all of it, faggot," Mr. Moore groaned, pushing
again and my teeth scraped the shaft as he forced my mouth as wide as
it would go.

At the same time, with my math teacher's heavy balls pressed against
my nose and hanging over my watery eyes, the high school teacher found
my vulnerable asshole with his cock. Mr. Eagleton held my thighs
tightly and popped his cock past the soft ring of my anus and into my
rectum easily. He wasn't exactly small either and I felt my asshole
burn as he pumped my butt with long, deep strokes. He had no trouble
giving me every inch of his prick and his balls slapped my upturned
ass while we fucked.

"Breathe," Mr. Moore told me, pulling his cock back until only the
glans rested on my quivering upper lip.

A wash of spit seemed to pour out of me, clinging to his long wet
shaft and dripping onto the floor. He let me take two or three deep
breaths before pushing his cock home again, forcing the glans into my
throat. With my head tilted back like it was, he had a nice straight
shot between my lips. I barely knew what we were doing, between the
cock driving into my asshole and Mr. Moore using my face like a cunt.
We practiced until he could slide his cock in and out of my throat
easily. I learned how to open my esophagus for him anytime I wanted
and keep it that way, catching my breath in between his slow,
deliberate thrusts.

The two men fucked me like that for a long time, or so it seemed to
me, but I had no way of telling. I couldn't see the clock on the
classroom wall; only my teacher's balls as they'd move closer, tickle
my face, and then pull away again. The beautiful sensation of a long,
swollen penis stretching my asshole around it; I felt like I'd died
and gone to fag heaven.

"Mmmm...Pet! You've got a beautiful ass," Mr. Eagleton told me. "Like
fucking a little girl, you know that?"

"He's a real cocksucker too," Mr. Moore said with a chuckle. "Want to
switch?"

"Let me dump a load in his cunt first," the other teacher said. "I'm
getting close now."

"Me too," Mr. Moore agreed. "Jesus! This faggot's throat feels just
like his mother's ass."

Mr. Eagleton came first, driving his cock balls deep inside my butt
and holding himself there with a nice, slow grind of his hips. I tried
to clench my soft muscles around him, but that made it hard to keep my
throat open for some reason and Mr. Moore fucked my mouth hard and
fast as his orgasm approached. When he finally came, I didn't taste
anything. I could only feel his cock jerking against the tight
confines of my esophagus as his balls emptied directly into my tummy.

I slapped his thighs, feeling my lungs ready burst with the need for
air, and my teacher pulled his cock out of my mouth slowly. He left a
trail of semen behind, drooling onto the roof of my mouth as I was
still upside down, and I used my tongue to collect it. Swallowing felt
uncomfortable though, almost painful after being bruised by Mr.
Moore's large cock. I felt like I wanted something cold and wet, a big
bowl of ice cream maybe, just to sooth my throat. I got Mr. Eagleton's
cock instead, hot and slimy after cumming inside my ass just a few
minutes before.

"That's a good pet," he sighed, not forcing his dick into my throat,
but letting me wash the salty, bitter flavor away with my tongue.

"Someone likes it," Mr. Moore said, standing between my legs and
letting his flaccid cock lay across my erection.

He pulled up my legs and moved his hips, sliding his cock back and
forth until it began to stiffen once again. He reached down to wrap a
hand around both of us, holding my smaller penis against his fat cock
and jerking us off together. I enjoyed that a lot and nursed eagerly
on Mr. Eagleton's dick as it grew long and thick once again, closing
my lips around the shaft and urging him with my eyes to pump my mouth.
I teased him with my tongue, exploring his piss hole and circling the
bulbous glans and he sighed with satisfaction.

"Hmmm...This one loves cock," he said. "You should bring him to the
club, Carl. It isn't fair keeping a boy like this all to yourself."

"I was waiting until after the wedding," Mr. Moore replied, pulling
his cock all the way back and rubbing my balls with the head. "But
since that isn't going to happen...Ugh!"

"Mmmph!" I grunted around Mr. Eagleton's cock as my teacher pushed
half his dick inside my cummy hole.

"...I'll bring him around Sunday afternoon," he continued, fucking me
with half his long cock and working it a fraction deeper with every
thrust.

"I'll let the others know," the older man agreed as he reached down to
stroke my damp, sticky face. "I've got a friend who would love to meet
that sexy boy cunt of yours, pet."

"A four legged friend?" Mr. Moore asked with a chuckle.

"Every dog should own a boy," Mr. Eagleton said with a laugh of his
own.

"Ummph mmmph..." I moaned as my dick began spewing hot cum all over my
stomach and thighs, jerking wildly with a rush of pleasure. Mr. Moore
had found my prostate with his penis and he groaned softly, rocking
his hips and grinding himself against that pillow of sensitive flesh.
I really wished my mom hadn't dumped the guy!

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

"Ohhhh yeah! Suck my cunt, bitch! Deeper! Lick my cervix, you slut!"

I found Marcia sitting on my mom's face, both of them naked and pink
all over, damp with sweat like the three boys watching them. Actually,
Billy and Mark were watching, sitting on the floor and leaning against
the sofa drinking Mr. Moore's beer. Dale lay between my mom's thighs,
pumping her pussy with his cock and sucking her tits while she
squirmed eagerly beneath him.

"You're late, fagboy!" Billy grinned at me. "We had to start without
you."

"Get your clothes off," Mark said. "Join the party, faggot!"

"I'm gonna cum! Fuck!" Dale groaned, arching his back and pushing his
dick as far inside my mom as he could get it. I stared at his clenched
butt cheeks as I undressed quickly.

Marcia giggled at me, looking almost drunk as she wiggled her butt
around. Her brown eyes were glassy and her nipples were about an inch
long. She held my mom's ankles in her hands, keeping her legs high and
wide as Dale filled Mom's horny cunt with his spunk.

"Your mom's been eating me for an hour!" she said. "God! What a dyke!
I keep cumming!"

I guessed my mom hadn't told Marcia off like she'd planned to.

"Clean that hole up, fagboy!" Dale told me as he pushed himself away
from my mom. "I can't even feel it when I fuck her anymore."

The boys must have all fucked her at least twice. Her pussy looked red
and puffy beneath the glue-like glaze of semen that covered her. Mom
had made a puddle on the carpet, a pool of cum under her oozing cunt
and around her ass. As soon as I'd undressed, Billy pushed me to my
hands and knees, shoving my face into Mom's pussy and I found her full
of boy cum.

"Yeah! Eat your mom's pussy, faggot!" he said, sliding his cock
between my butt cheeks. "What the fuck's this?"

He pulled out the wad of toilet paper I'd used to plug my butt after
getting fucked by those two teachers after school.

"Oh! That's sick!" Billy laughed and threw it across the living room.
"Fuck! What happened to your ass? Somebody fuck you with a baseball
bat?"

"Heh!" Mark looked over his shoulder. "What a fag!"

Mr. Moore had really stretched my hole with his fat cock, the way he
always did, and my puffy asshole gaped as Billy pushed a finger inside
me. I wagged my butt as I lapped up the cum from my mom's pussy,
finding her rubbery labia long and loose around my tongue. I didn't
even have to lick; I covered her hole with my mouth and sucked the
semen out of her, swallowing quickly as it flowed past my lips.

"You like that, fagboy?" Billy asked, putting two and then three
fingers inside my butt. "I bet I could shove my whole hand in there."

"Do it!" Mark said with a laugh.

"Fist the fucker!" Dale agreed and I grunted into my mom's cunt as he
added his pinky finger and they seemed kind of big to me.

"Ummm...Yeah," Marcia breathed. "Fuck him, Billy! Fist fuck him!"

Mom shivered beneath me, reaching for my head and digging her fingers
into my hair. She held me tight against her pussy as she began lifting
her hips against my stiff tongue. My throat still hurt after getting
fucked by Mr. Moore, but swallowing the ripe juices from her
overflowing cunt felt almost soothing in a way. The mixed up cum from
three teenage boys, plus my mom's oily goo, slid down my bruised
throat and into my tummy.

"Umph!" I jerked and tried to get away when Billy tucked his thumb
into his palm and pushed his hand inside my butt.

My eyes watered as my asshole began to stretch around him and I tried
to relax, but he felt much too big. His hand had to be nearly twice as
thick as Mr. Moore's cock, I thought, and it wasn't shaped like a dick
either. I winced with a sharp grunt as my tender muscles burned in
protest and then there came an odd popping sensation as my sphincter
snapped shut around his wrist. The pain went away like magic and I
only felt incredibly, amazingly full as Billy curled his fingers into
a fist.

"Shit! You got your hand in his ass, dude!" Dale said from behind me.

"How does it feel?" Mark wanted to know.

"Fuck him!" Marcia gasped, tilting her head towards the ceiling and
yanking on my mom's legs as the girl had another orgasm.

"He's hot!" Billy said, turning his fist inside my rectum so that his
knuckles seemed to ratchet against my soft flesh. "Tight as fuck too!"

I couldn't do anything but lick and suck my mother's pussy while Billy
began to push and pull his hand inside me. He didn't try to pull it
out, but only moved it a little back and forth and that made me cum.
My semen didn't really spurt out though; I wasn't even hard! My
flaccid penis just spasmed slowly, as if I had only half an orgasm,
not a real one at all, and the stuff leaked from my dick like milky
drool. When Billy pushed deeper, it got a little uncomfortable, but I
pushed myself back as much as I could. My asshole felt stuffed and I
felt the pressure everywhere, in my gut, in my thighs, against my
bladder as I felt the need to pee suddenly.

"Fuck him hard, man!" Dale said.

"Punch his ass, Billy!" Mark suggested.

But mostly I couldn't really pay attention to what anyone said. I had
my tongue buried inside Mom's cunt, swimming in cum and drinking it
down while she came. My body shuddered and my dick wouldn't stop
cumming. Every time Billy jammed his fist into my bowels, my balls
would jump and another spasm of pleasure would push the cum out of my
limp dick. He only had his hand inside, but it felt like he'd buried
himself up to the elbow in my butt!

When he pulled out, and that did hurt for a few seconds as I was
stretched around his hand again, Mark threw his cock inside me and
immediately started complaining.

"Fuck! I can't feel anything now!" he slapped my ass. "Like fucking a
bucket of spooge!"

That gave Billy an idea and I soon found myself straddling Mark's
thighs with my chest against his. He had his cock inside my ass and
Billy added his a moment later, pressing against my back as he pushed
his dick alongside his friend's. They were both fucking me at once,
two boys riding my ass at the same time, and now I understood why Mom
had enjoyed it so much the day before.

Dale pulled my mouth to his dick as he knelt near my head and I could
see Marcia sucking my mom's pussy in a sixty-nine with her on top. The
girls were fucking each other with their tongues while the three boys
were fucking me with their cocks. It seemed perfectly normal to me and
I never wanted it to end.

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

"How do I look?" Mom asked me, twirling around in a cheerleader
outfit.

"Uh..." I blinked at her. "Where did you get that?"

"Cindy gave it to me!" she said happily. "It fits pretty good, huh?"

"Billy's sister?"

"Uh-huh," she said with a shrug. "I had to do her a favor, but..."

"What favor?"

"A girl favor!" Mom giggled and blushed and I realized she must have
sucked the girl's pussy.

She'd put her hair in pigtails and scrubbed her face pink before
applying too much makeup the way teenage girls do. Kiddie makeup too,
like frosted pink lips and purple eye shadow with glitter in it. Her
fingernails were painted pink and her toenails toe, probably. I
couldn't tell because she wore a pair of white Skechers and ankle
socks with lace around the tops. Her legs looked creamy and smooth
beneath the pleated blue cheer skirt as it hugged her hips. Mom's
waist had always been small, but now it looked tiny as her firm, full
tits strained at the gold cheer top.

"Do I look like a teenager?" she wondered and I nodded. "Good! The
boys want to take me on a date tonight!"

"They do?" I narrowed my eyes. She didn't really look like a teenager,
but she looked a lot closer to sixteen than she did to thirty, that's
for sure! Like a college girl maybe and Mom had always been very
pretty and now she looked sexy and...What was she doing?

"We're going to a kegger!" she said with a giggle. "That's gonna be so
much fun! I'm going to tell everyone I'm your cousin, okay?"

"What?"

"So just play along if anyone asks," she said. "Your cousin Bambi
from, mmmm...California!"

"Bambi?" I blinked at her.

"They said I kinda look like a Bambi!" Mom giggled again. "It's cute,
right?"

"I guess so, um..." I shrugged helplessly.

"Do you think I should wear the cheer shorts, or just go like this?"
She pulled up the front of her skirt to show me her naked pussy and
the landing strip of blonde public hair above her tight, pink slit.

"You're not wearing underwear," I said dumbly.

"I know! Do you think I should?" she repeated, looking down at
herself. "I know they're going to want some action later."

"Action?" I felt like my I.Q. had dropped a hundred points.

"Sex! They're gonna fuck me, so if I wear the shorts, I'll probably
just lose them."

"Oh."

"It's better this way," she decided. "This is going to be so much fun!
All those high school boys! Yummmm..."

"I guess so," I said with a frown.

"Oh! I'm teasing you, aren't I?" she sighed, letting go of her skirt
so she could hug me. "I'm sorry. I know you're dying for a boyfriend
all your own. I'll look for one, okay?"

"You will?" I wrapped my arms around her instinctively and pressed my
face against her tits, discovering she hadn't bothered with a bra
either.

"A nice, hunky Prince Charming to sweep you off your feet," she
sighed. "Don't worry; Mommy will take care of her sissy little boy."

Mom kissed my hair.

"I'd ask them if you can come along, but I think it would be a little
awkward," she said. "Teenagers can be so cruel sometimes."

"Yeah," I said with a hard swallow.

"Anyway, Marcia is coming over to keep you company," Mom said,
stepping back as I let her go. "I know you two will have a lot of fun.
I'd better go! I have to pick up the boys! Bye-bye!"

Mom gave me a finger wave and left.

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

"I got you something," Marcia said, holding out a gift wrapped box as
I let her into the house.

"For me?" I smiled at her. "Hey! You lost weight!"

"Uh-huh!" She smiled happily. "I lost three pounds this week. Can you
tell?"

"Yeah," I told her truthfully and even though I saw her nearly
everyday, I hadn't really noticed until just then. Usually we were too
busy having sex to see the small things.

"I'm down to a hundred thirty-nine!" she said. "I lose nineteen more
and I'll look nice. Right?"

"You already look nice," I said. "You wanna watch a movie or
something?"

"Let's go to your room."

"Why?" I glanced down and she grinned at me, nodding her head.

"I'm full of cum!" She giggled and took my hand. "That's your other
birthday present!"

"Who did you fuck?" I wondered. "The guys are taking my mom to some
party."

"I know," she sighed. "You think they like her more than me?"

"Probably," I said, because we never lied to each other.

"Yeah." Marcia frowned. "They'll be sorry when I'm hot though."

"You're already hot!" I teased her as we went up the stairs.

"Shut-up!" She rolled her brown eyes.

"So who fucked you?"

"The guy who sold me your present," she said, smiling at me over her
shoulder. "I got a discount."

"Really?" I looked at the rectangular box in my hand. "What is it? A
Barbie doll?"

"No! God! You'll see."

Marcia jumped on my bed, pulling up her dress and I could see the
crotch of her white panties was wet.

"Take off your clothes first," she said. "And don't open that yet; eat
me first. I've got a surprise inside!"

She watched me undress quickly and Marcia made a face at my limp dick,
but there wasn't anything I could do about that. The idea of sucking
some guy's cum out of her pussy excited me, but not enough to really
get my dick hard. Actually, I suspected it was more psychological than
anything else. Like, if I didn't think about getting a boner, I
usually got one when we were together. But I always wanted to get an
erection and so I'd worry about it and then it wouldn't happen.

I mean, we both knew I was totally queer, but Marcia was my girlfriend
now and I did want to fuck her sometimes just to make her happy.
Unfortunately, my brain was so messed up that it wasn't as easy as it
sounds. She forgave me anyway because I really knew how to make her
feel special with my mouth.

"What's this?" I wondered after pulling her panties off and crawling
between her thighs. I found a string clinging to her damp skin and I
wasn't sure if I should pull it or not.

"I used a tampon," she told me. "Just pull it out."

"A tampon?" I made a face and she giggled. I'd heard of those, but
never knew exactly what they were. My mom used pads.

Marcia smiled as I pulled the string and a soggy, small hotdog shaped
wad of cotton emerged slowly from the mouth of her sex. I laughed
nervously and pinched the end of it with my fingers, pulling the
tampon all the way out and it felt mushy, like a sponge sort of, but
kind of firm too. It wasn't going to fall apart anyway.

"Suck on it," she breathed. "Put it in your mouth."

"Are you sure?" I asked, sniffing it and the tampon had definitely
soaked up some semen along with Marcia's girl juices.

"It's all cum! Don't be such a sissy!" she told me. "Open up!"

"Mmmm..." I opened my mouth and she nodded as I pushed the cotton into
my mouth, exploring it tentatively with my tongue.

"Taste good?" she wondered and I shrugged and then nodded.

It tasted like I knew her pussy would, a mixture of her tangy cum and
some guy's fresh spunk. Slightly sour, sort of oily, and just salty
enough to taste delicious. I sucked on it like a piece of candy while
Marcia rubbed her pussy.

"Now you can open your present," she said. "Just make sure you don't
swallow the tampon!"

"Hmmm..." I made a face at her as I sat up on my knees and my dick had
gotten hard, but then it started going soft when I noticed.

I really needed to see a psychiatrist or get a self-help book maybe.
Like...Six Easy Steps to Being Almost Heterosexual...or something. I
didn't want to stop being queer, I just wanted to be bisexual for my
girlfriend. Maybe if I got some of that Viagra stuff, I thought as I
opened my present, except where would I find a doctor willing to give
Viagra to a thirteen-year-old?

Fourteen, I corrected myself. Today was my birthday and Mom celebrated
by pretending she was my cheerleader cousin and going to a high school
kegger. She'd totally forgotten about it and I hadn't reminded her
because that would have made it even more depressing. It had taken
Billy and his friends all of four days to turn my mom into their
slutty girlfriend. I don't know why they'd even bothered to blackmail
her! She'd dumped Mr. Moore less than a month before their wedding and
decided she liked fucking teenage boys more than being a mom.

I guess I couldn't really blame her for that, but Marcia and I could
already see the light at the end of the tunnel. We were gonna get
dumped pretty soon ourselves. The three boys taking Mom to a party and
leaving us behind was a major clue, but we weren't going to talk about
it until we had to. We'd been on that roller coaster for a long while
already and it sucked. Them dumping us or us dumping them, always
crawling back and begging for their cruel attentions just because we
needed the sex. We were all sick.

"Ummph immph?"

I spit the tampon onto my palm, grinning as I saw the box held a long,
realistic looking dildo with some strap things attached to the wide,
molded rubber base.

"You got me a fake dick?"

"It vibrates too!" Marcia grinned back at me. "Happy birthday,
faggot."

"Thanks!" I laughed and put the tampon back in my mouth because it
still had a lot of flavor.

"Take it out of the box," she said. "I wanna fuck you with it."

"Ummm?" I gave her quizzical look, but I guess that explained the
straps. I'd never seen a strap-on dildo before though. I hadn't even
heard of one and that's how innocent I could be sometimes.

"Well, I figured if my boyfriend can't fuck me, then..." Marcia pulled
her middle finger out of her pussy and slid it between her lips. "I
taste good, huh?"

"Mmmm-hmmm..." I agreed as I had to rip the box open, they really seal
those dildo things good!

"Wait, I bought some lube stuff too," she said a moment later and I
spit the tampon into the empty box. I'd been chewing on it like
bubblegum and sucking as much cum out of the cotton as I could get.

"What lube stuff?" I asked, examining the dildo and it didn't feel all
that real.

The rubber seemed cold and sort of stiff, and not silky soft the way
the skin on a real cock feels. It looked sorta real though, being
eight inches long and about as thick as Mr. Moore's. He had the
biggest dick I'd ever seen; the biggest one my mom had ever seen too,
and she'd seen a lot of cocks! The dildo had a smooth glans and fake
veins and stuff, fake balls too except they were flat on the bottom
where the base widened. That's where the Velcro straps were attached
and they were kinda tangled as they hung loose.

"This stuff," Marcia said, pulling a tube of Anal-Ez out of her purse.
"It's really slippery."

"Good," I replied. "I think this would kinda hurt all by itself."

"It's not as big as Mr. Moore's though."

"Yeah, but he's usually pretty wet," I told her, watching as Marcia
took off the rest of her clothes.

It took her a few minutes to figure out the strap things and I gave
her a doubtful look once she had the dildo on. The base rubbed against
her mound mostly and it didn't look too sturdy to me.

"Are you sure that's gonna work?" I asked her and she frowned, since
she'd been pretty excited about it.

"If it doesn't, I'll take it back for a refund," she said and I looked
at the box I'd pretty much destroyed.

"Suck on it first," she told me, kneeling on my bed and stroking the
dildo as if it was a real cock. "Give me a blowjob, faggot."

"Heh!" I giggled because I always sorta liked the way she called me
that. It sounded cute, not mean the way Billy and those other guys
said it.

I plumped my pillow under my chest and lay naked on my tummy, propped
up on my elbows as Marcia played with my hair. I licked the dildo all
over, getting it wet with spit and finding out that rubber doesn't
really taste like anything. I sucked on it though, opening my mouth
and letting Marcia slide her new cock between my tightly stretched
lips and into my mouth. At least it had the right shape, but I didn't
really enjoy it that much.

"Do you like it?" she asked me and I pulled my mouth off with a wet
plop.

"Yeah," I lied. "It's great."

"Hmmm..." Marcia narrowed her eyes and I laughed.

"It's kinda, I dunno..."

"Rubbery?"

"Yeah."

"Is your dick hard?"

"Uh..." I made a face.

"You want to try fucking?" she asked, looking hopeful and I suspected
she wasn't having as much fun as she expected either.

"Okay," I agreed. "Just use a lot of that lube stuff."

"I will," she promised. "Get your butt in the air."

A couple minutes later my girlfriend tried to fuck me.

"Stop squeezing your butt!"

"I'm not!" I giggled as Marcia had to fix the straps again. "This
isn't gonna work."

"I know," she sighed. "These strap things suck!"

We kept trying and sometimes she'd actually get to pump my ass three
or four times before the straps would come loose, or the dildo would
pop out of my butt and we'd have to start all over again. I wondered
if lesbians had the same problem. Fucking a pussy was probably easier,
I thought, because even after fucking Mr. Moore as much as I did, my
butt was still nice and small and tight. I just needed some time to
recover afterwards, you know? Even after getting fisted by Billy, my
sore sphincter had closed right back up by the next morning.

"I'm sorry," Marcia said after another ten minutes, taking off the
dildo and throwing it across the room. "I wanted you to have a fun
birthday."

"It is kinda fun," I told her and I'd been giggling the whole time.
"It's okay. Don't worry about."

"I thought it would work better than that."

"We don't have to have sex, you know."

"But I want to," she pouted softly. "I love you. I know you don't
believe me, but..."

"I believe you," I told her, pushing myself up and moving the pillow
so we could lay side-by-side.

"Do you still love me?"

"Yeah," I breathed, letting her hug me against her big tits and wrap
her leg over my hip as we got closer.

"Then how come your dick never gets hard?"

"I dunno," I said. "Maybe love and sex are different."

"They shouldn't be," she sighed, but I think Marcia was just saying
that because she felt so frustrated.

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

"Mmmm..." I woke up slowly, thinking I was still dreaming as I felt
something warm and wet and incredibly soft around my dick.

I needed to pee and I had a stiff morning erection. I reached down to
feel it and found a cloud of soft, brown bedhead with my fingers.
Marcia had spent the night and now she bobbed up and down on my cock,
sucking me gently and using a lot of tongue. I kept my eyes closed and
thought of waking up next to some hot guy. A college football player
with muscles all over his hard body, sucking my cock after fucking me
all night long.

Marcia knew I'd woken up, since I kept playing with her hair, and she
straddled my hips with her thighs. Her pussy felt a lot like her
mouth, being hot and moist inside, but not as small. The walls of her
vagina felt mushy as she rode my penis, rocking me hard and fast
because she probably worried that I lose my erection. I didn't though.
I really needed to use the bathroom and it got uncomfortable as I felt
the need to cum growing in my balls.

My hands went to her hips, still fat and jiggly like her tits, and I
squeezed her as I lifted my butt to fuck her deeper. When she started
cumming, her pussy only felt a lot wetter and Marcia dropped her tits
onto my chest and started kissing me with soft moans and hungry
whimpers. Her tongue filled my mouth and I kissed her back, even
though I worried about my breath. Kissing anyone first thing in the
morning didn't seem like a good idea.

She didn't seem to care though and I just wanted to cum. It felt good
to fuck her like that, but I wasn't into her that much and I hated
feeling guilty before I'd even had breakfast. I pretended like fucking
her was the greatest thing in the world though. I held her tightly,
sliding my hands up and down her back while she rocked her hips and
fucked my dick. I didn't cum for a long time and she got off again,
getting me even wetter as her juices spilled around the shaft and down
my balls. My bed had a growing wet spot and I couldn't believe how
juicy Marcia could get.

"Ummmm..." I sighed and after what seemed like an eternity my semen
finally spurted into her pussy.

"Yessss..." Marcia breathed, kissing my ear and biting it gently. "Cum
inside me. I love you so much."

"I love you too," I whispered and after my orgasm finished, I really
wanted to get up. "I gotta use the bathroom."

"Me too," she said, kissing my mouth and her brown eyes were shining
and she couldn't stop smiling. I'd never seen her so happy and that
made me happy.

"We should get up," I told her, but she only kissed me again.
"Marcia..."

"I don't want to," she breathed, pushing her tongue into my mouth and
my dick was still inside her, not really getting soft at all.

And then I felt her piss washing around my penis in a hot flood and I
started pissing too. I couldn't help it. As soon as I felt her pee, my
bladder gave up and my piss jetted into her pussy, washing the semen
out of her as it drained around my dick and mixed with hers. We kissed
the whole time too. Marcia wouldn't let me go and her tongue tickled
mine while we pissed together and made a serious mess on my bed.

"My mom's gonna kill me," I sighed as my soft dick fell out of
Marcia's pussy and we were soaked down there.

"I'll help you clean it up," she sighed happily with her face buried
in my hair. "That was so nice. Thank you."

"Hmmm..." I had to smile at that and I almost felt like a real boyfriend
for a change.

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

My mom hadn't come home as it turned out and so we cleaned my bed,
dragging the mattress outside and washing it with the garden hose.
That turned out to be a lot more work than we planned, but at least it
was clean.

"It's gonna take a week to dry," I said and Marcia laughed so I
sprayed her with the hose and then we had a water fight.

That was pretty fun.

"Hey!" Marcia yelled from the living room a little while later as I
put on some dry clothes. She'd stripped naked and put on my mom's
bathrobe before going back downstairs.

"What?" I yelled back.

"Your television doesn't work!"

"Did you break it?"

"No!"

I pulled on a pair of tight, baby blue short-shorts that Mr. Moore had
bought for me. They were made out of nylon stuff and had a white
stretchy belt and a heart-shaped plastic belt buckle. Definitely
girly, but I liked the way they felt and I didn't wear any underwear.
I grabbed a plain white t-shirt and went downstairs. Someday, I told
myself, I'd wear those shorts outside the house and get a hot guy to
notice my butt, except I knew I wouldn't.

"Hmmm..." I tried all the channels, but nothing worked. "Maybe it's the
cable company."

"Must be," Marcia sighed. "Stupid cable company. I wanna watch MTV!"

"God!" I rolled my eyes. "Turn on the stereo. Are you hungry?"

I walked into the kitchen as she played with the little stereo we had.
It wasn't fancy or anything, but it worked pretty well. I opened a can
of soup when the Beach Boys started playing.

"There's no radio either," she said a minute later. "And your music
sucks."

"It's not mine," I told her. "Blame my mom. I think that's Mr. Moore's
CD anyway."

"Well," she sniffed. "His music sucks."

"I dunno," I said. "I kinda like it."

Marcia grinned as I started singing the Barbara Ann song, but I didn't
really know the words. It was fun anyway and we had chicken noodle
soup and peanut butter sandwiches for lunch. She only had half a
sandwich though, saying she wanted to be skinny or whatever, but she
had to be starving. Then we danced for awhile and that was fun. Marcia
danced naked for me and tried to do it sexy like my mom, but she
didn't really know how.

"Isn't it weird having a stripper for a mom?" she asked and I
shrugged.

"You're talking about my mom, remember?"

"Yeah!" Marcia grinned. "I forgot."

"She's not a stripper anyway," I said. "She used to be an exotic
dancer, but she quit."

"Now that she's not getting married though..."

"Yeah." I shrugged and I hadn't really thought about it. "I guess
she'll have to go back to work."

Mr. Moore had been paying our bills, that and Mom's unemployment
because she'd told the government she'd gotten laid off and they'd
believed her. I wasn't sure how it worked. We got money from my dad
too, you know, every month he'd send us a couple hundred bucks to pay
for me and the alimony, except Mom didn't get a lot of that, I didn't
think. Money was something Mom spent; I never really worried about it.

"Where do you think she is?" I asked, letting Marcia pull my head to
her lap as we sat on the couch.

"Probably getting fucked."

"Hmmm..." I made a face staring up at Marcia's tits as they hung over
me. She played with my hair, sitting back and putting her feet on the
coffee table. I could feel her pubic hair tickling my neck.

"I could be a stripper," she said. "I mean, an exotic dancer. I just
have to lose like fifteen pounds."

"Maybe."

"I bet they get fucked all the time too," she sighed. "Like right
there, you know?"

"I don't know," I said. "Mom brought a lot of guys home."

"Your mom's hot though."

"Yeah."

"She could work at a donut shop and get fucked if she wanted."

"Is somebody a little horny?" I teased her and Marcia stuck her tongue
out at me.

"Always," she agreed. "Aren't you?"

"Sorta," I replied.

"I just wanna fuck all the time," she said. "It's all I think about."

"Maybe you're a nymphomaniac." I grinned and she laughed.

"Ha! I hope so!"

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

"Why is your mattress leaning against the garage?" Mom asked the
second she walked through the kitchen door.

"Huh?" I looked up from the macaroni and cheese Marcia had cooked for
us.

Mom wasn't wearing the cheerleader outfit anymore. She'd changed
clothes somewhere and now wore a pair of boy's jeans that were way too
big for her. She had someone's belt cinched tightly around her waist
to keep them up and a flannel shirt tied around her tits and rolled up
at the sleeves. Her hair was a mess, kind of all over and looking
greasy as it clung to her skin, and Mom's makeup was a mess too. She
looked like she'd just fallen out of bed or something and she smelled
like sex.

"That's my bathrobe," she said, looking at Marcia. "That's okay. I
have to get ready anyway."

"Ready for what?" I wondered as Mom walked through the kitchen and out
of it.

"Kyle and Brad picking me up in half an hour," she called out, her
voice fading as she went up the stairs. "We're going to a party."

"Kyle and Brad? Who are they?" I yelled, but Mom didn't answer and
Marcia just frowned.

"God! I wish I was her," she sighed. "Just for one day."

"Why?" I stabbed some macaroni with my fork.

"Just so I'd know what it feels like to look like her."

"She's not a supermodel," I said with a grin, trying to cheer her up.

"She might as well be around here," Marcia replied and she kinda had a
point. For being in a small town in the middle of nowhere, my mom
looked pretty amazing, but there were a lot of pretty girls running
around.

"Pretty girls are a dime a dozen," I decided and maybe I shouldn't
have said that.

"Thanks a lot!" Marcia frowned. "You're such a fag sometimes."

"Sorry," I sighed, and I had a lot to learn about girls.

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

The doorbell rang about twenty minutes later.

"Hey," some guy grinned at me and I'd seen him before. He went to high
school, but I didn't know his name. They both did.

"What's up?" the other guy said. "Is Bambi here?"

"Who?" I blinked at them.

"Bambi?" he repeated. "Your cousin, right?"

"You're that fag all those guys fucked, right?" the first guy asked.
"She told us about you."

I frowned as they laughed.

"Shut-up!" Marcia said loudly, standing behind me with her arms
crossed. "God! You guys are assholes!"

"Hey, Marcia!" The one on the left grinned at her. "What are you doing
off your back?"

"Hi guys!" Mom said brightly. "Ready to go?"

She'd swiped my silver short-shorts and I never would have believed
they'd fit her. I guess that spandex stuff stretches a lot though and
Mom wasn't that much bigger than me except in the hips. I could see
her pussy though. Everyone could as the shorts rode super tight
between her thighs and everywhere else. The seam went between her
pussy lips and they puffed outward against the nylon as if her swollen
vulva had been painted silver.

Above that she wore one of my old t-shirts, a black one with the
yellow Batman logo, and it barely covered her tits as they stretched
the cotton mercilessly. Her nipples were hard and obvious and she
looked like a total slut, especially with her hair in pigtails again.
She'd done up her face to look like an over-developed high school girl
and the two boys practically drooled on their shoes as we all stared
at her.

"Tell your mom I'm sleeping over at a friend's house, okay?" She
kissed my cheek. "I think I'll be back in the morning."

"You think?" I asked dumbly and Mom giggled.

"Bye-bye! Have fun with your girlfriend!" she said, pushing the two
boys out of the way so they could leave.

"See ya round, faggot!" one of them said and the other one had already
grabbed my mom's ass.

"Don't get the slut pregnant!" he said and all three of them laughed.

The door closed and I looked at Marcia.

"Your mom's crazy," she said and I nodded.

"I don't think she's my mom anymore," I sighed. "Bambi. Jeeze!"

We cleaned the kitchen and watched the old Matrix movie on DVD, the
first one because the other two are pretty dumb. Actually the first
one is kinda dumb too after you've seen it a hundred times. I guess
most movies are like that though.

"I better call my mom before she freaks out," Marcia decided after
that. She hadn't seen her parents in a day and half already. "I can
sleep here again, right?"

"Yeah. It's cool."

"Your phone doesn't work," Marcia said a minute later. "There's no
dial tone or anything."

"Really? That's weird." I checked the television and the cable was
still out, same thing with the radio. "Nothing but static."

"You think it's just here?"

"I dunno." I shrugged. "The lights are still on anyway."

And then they went out.

"You jinxed it," Marcia said with a giggle, kind of a nervous one.
"Have you got a flashlight, or some candles or something?"

"Umm...Somewhere," I said, bumping into a chair. "Ouch."

"Careful."

"Man! It's dark," I said, feeling my way towards the kitchen. "There
ain't even any lightning or anything."

"Sunspots."

"At night?"

"I don't think the sun cares," she said with a laugh. "It's pretty
big."

"Moon spots."

"The lights are out everywhere," Marcia told me as she looked out the
window and I could barely see her as my eyes adjusted.

I found the flashlight, but the batteries were nearly dead so I left
it off in case we really needed it.

"I should go home," Marcia said. "My mom's gonna worry. You wanna
sleep at my house?"

"You think I can?"

"I used to baby sit you," she reminded me. "I'll just say your mom had
to work or something so she asked if you could stay with me."

"That might work," I agreed. "It even sounds like something my mom
would do, if she wasn't so busy being my cousin."

"She's probably fucking both those guys right now."

"Yeah," I sighed. "They were kinda cute."

"They're assholes."

"Yeah, but..." I grinned at her in the dark. "You'd fuck them."

"So?" Marcia was pouting, I could tell, and I stopped teasing her.

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

She didn't live that far away, but her house wasn't exactly close
either. About a mile, I guess, maybe more and Marcia drove us in her
mom's old Datsun. She didn't have a car of her own yet and her parents
kept telling her to get a job if she wanted one.

"What's that?" I asked and it seemed very strange driving around a
totally dark city.

"Accident," Marcia said and four or five cars were piled up in an
intersection. Probably because the stoplights had stopped working all
of a sudden.

She made a right turn, cutting across a Wells-Fargo parking lot and
some guys were bashing at the ATM machine with hammers. Marcia went
faster and I stuck my head out the window staring at them.

"This is kinda bad," I said, feeling a little rush of adrenaline as we
found ourselves going the wrong direction.

"Yeah," she agreed, squealing the tires as she took another turn
because the next big intersection had a lot of flashing lights. The
police were there and I couldn't tell if it was another accident or
not.

Some places looked almost normal, except they were dark, but one place
had broken windows and some guys were looting televisions and toasters
and I didn't know what else. The power had only been out for like an
hour and people were already going crazy, but there weren't even any
phones working. Being in the dark made things look different too and I
got disoriented with all the turns, maybe even lost in the city where
I'd been born.

"Where are we?"

"By the Civic Center," Marcia said and I was glad she knew, because I
didn't. "This is kinda scary."

Two fire trucks came roaring towards us with flashing lights and
sirens and Marcia pulled over and nearly hit another car as it flew
out of a pitch black parking ramp. My heart kinda stopped and my head
bounced off the doorframe as the car jerked to the left and then
Marcia overcorrected to the right and I fell into her. Behind us, the
car we'd almost hit got plowed by the second fire truck and I thought
all that smashing and the gut wrenching screech was us for a second.

"Fuck!" Marcia straightened the car out and took her foot off the gas
as we almost clipped a fire hydrant.

I looked behind me, but all I could see were the flashing red lights
and some headlights pointed crazily into the sky like skinny
searchlights. A minute later we went past a Seven-Eleven and some guy
was shooting a gun and it looked like somebody had driven an SUV into
the gas pumps. We both ducked at the noise and Marcia stomped on the
gas pedal again. We were gonna die just trying to drive across town!
She got off the main street and drove slower and we found ourselves
near Piper's Peak about ten minutes later.

"I thought we were going to your house," I said as she took the turn.

"Fuck that!" She looked at me. "We'll just hang out up here until
morning."

"Okay," I agreed and that sounded sorta reasonable.

At least there wasn't anything worth looting in the park. Marcia was
eighteen anyway, so that put her in charge. I just hoped my mom would
be alright and that's about the time the Datsun came to a stop. We
went from twenty miles per hour to zero in a split second and maybe
that doesn't sound like much, but it hurt a lot.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion and if I woulda blinked I'd
have missed it. I remember the sound of glass shattering; the shriek
of metal twisting; the surprise on Marcia's face when the steering
wheel crushed her body. We were both surprised because there wasn't
any reason to stop. She'd been driving across the grass with the
headlights on high-beam and everything. There weren't any other cars
up there at all. We didn't hit anything and the last thing I saw was
the windshield coming straight at my face.



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