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Veronica5
CHAPTER FIVE
April of that year left in a hurry and most of May hurried,
too. I didn't get the chance to stay out at Charlene's again
right away, but I knew Roger hadn't forgotten me. One Saturday
morning there was a gorgeous little bookcase, just the right
size, in the
driveway beside our house. It was solid mahogany and beautifully
finished and the card taped to it just said, "An early birthday
present for a very special young lady." It was signed, only, "A
secret admirer." I pretended utter ignorance, but sent Roger a
thank-you note on the sly.
I didn't get many chances for adventure and I was pretty
much finished with kids near my age and there weren't any real
prospects among the older guys or men in the neighborhood. I was
walking around in a state of constant horniness, relieved only
slightly by occasional games of stink-fink with Jeanne. That last
week of May
dragged on and Memorial weekend seemed to last forever. Dad went
on a rampage on Memorial day because, apparently, of my sister,
St. Alexis the Pure.
Alexis always went around passing judgment and telling us
things were wrong or sins. Anything. Everything. And here she'd
gotten herself caught jerking off some jock in a Dodge. In the
driveway. We're not talking about a Nobel Laureate here, as you
can plainly see.
On the next Saturday, good ol' Marty came snuffling around.
He had his permit and his Dad's old car and offered to take me
for a drive. Well, sure, I knew what he had in mind, but I was
so horny at that point, I would've sat on his stickshift. So we
went for a
drive by the Anderson's grain elevator -- romantic, huh? -- and
we did it and then he drove me home.
And I was still horny.
Finally, on the third week of June, Dad announced that my
phantom step-brother was coming to visit. I was determined to
seduce him -- and I was going to have the chance, because his
visit was going to coincide with the church fair.
When Dan arrived, Jeanne and I -- we had been exchanging
fantasies and making plans for two weeks -- were all prepared.
We were both going to do him. Teeheehee.
He was even better-looking than before; other than that, he
hadn't changed much. He still sat up till three in the morning,
reading paperbacks and anything else he could get his hands on.
We'd been counting on that. Jeanne and I would come creeping
downstairs at eleven or so, after everyone else was asleep, and
sit on the floor or the couch -- anywhere we could be sure the
light
would show through our nightgowns. He slept on a pullout in the
living room and we'd come through there in the middle of the
night, wearing a pair of panties and, maybe a tee-shirt, maybe
not.
He was getting all these nice hard-ons from us, but never
did anything. So we went to Plan B, which we considered
foolproof. Three nights before he was supposed to fly back to
New York, Mom and Dad were going to a pre-carnival dinner for all
the volunteers, and my brothers were staying at Grandma's and
Alexis
had this Really Big Date. Dan was left to watch over us. At nine
o'clock, he sent us to take our baths. At nine-thirty -- after we
had spent most of the time plying Yellow Pages with each other --
I called downstairs to him.
This was the foolproof part:
"What's the matter?"
"You have to make sure we're clean."
"What??!!?"
"That's what Mom or Dad always does."
He muttered something and came trudging up the stairs.
Jeanne and I popped out into the hallway butt-naked and stood
there wearing shit-eating grins, displaying all of our sleek
little charms and secret places. Our nipples were hard enough to
pierce paper when he topped the stairs and turned toward us.
Dan took one look at us, blushed, stared me right in the eye
and said, "Get dry, get dressed, get to bed -- and don't ever
pull this shit on me again. Get moving!"
We moved. So much for foolproof plans.
[What? No, I think he liked what he saw. Remember, I had a
terrific little figure -- 26-19-25 -- and Jeanne was just
sprouting, so she wasn't too hard to look at, either. But he
thought of us as "kids" first and "females" second. Seems pretty
obvious to me.]
Anyhow.
Marty had been calling a couple of times a day and asking me
to come to this "party." The day after Jeanne and I pulled our
foolproof plan on Dave, Marty finally admitted what was
happening. Y'see, Marty was junior varsity football at Rossford
High and he was trying to buddy up to the in-crowd with the
varsity. The party
was going to consist of Marty, three guys from the varsity -- and
me. Get the picture?
Right: a gangbang.
I told him to call Dana -- since that was more her speed --
but he said No, he wanted me to do it. He started to get real
pushy about it. It upset me, but I didn't tell anyone.
So the next evening, about five-thirty, I was out on the
front porch with Lisa and Dan was sitting there reading the
Toledo Blade. Marty pulled up with his three would-be buddies.
Marty and one of them -- Eric, the halfback -- got out and came
up on the the porch
with him. Marty had filled out and Eric was just big.
I remember there were clouds coming in and the wind had stopped.
I could feel the thunder in the sky, just waiting to start.
I introduced Marty to Dan -- he just waved and went back to
his sports pages; he was a real baseball nut -- and Marty
introduced Eric to Lisa and Dave and me. Eric was wearing a
muscle tee-shirt and he had the right to wear it. I was wearing
a pair of shorts that were too small and a loose blue pullover.
I was wishing I'd worn a bra, since my nipples were hard and
pushing against the
fabric.
"Well, are you going to come with us to the party?" Marty
asked.
I told him the same thing I'd said on the phone:
"I don't want to, Marty. Get someone else to play with you."
"We want YOU," Marty said.
"Cute girl like you could have a real good time with us,"
Eric said.
Dan turned the page on the sports section.
"I just don't want to," I said.
"Sure you do," Eric said. He was staring right at my tits.
Dan folded the paper and set it down on the floorboards of
the porch.
"No, I don't!" I said. "Why don't you guys go on to your
old party and just leave me alone?"
Marty put his hand on my arm, just above the elbow and
started to lean toward me, whispering something.
I shook free and backed away. "I think you better go, Marty."
Dan was sitting there with his feet up on the porch rail and
his hands folded across his stomach, just watching us. I was
backing up and backed right into Eric. He grabbed my forearms
from behind and pulled me back against him. I felt his dick
rubbing against me. I tried to get loose. He didn't get shaken
off as easily as Marty.
"She said to let her go."
Dan was standing and he was close. The top of his head was
barely even with Eric's chin.
Eric turned toward him, still holding my forearm in one
hand.
"You're not being polite," Dan said.
"And what're you -- "
He never finished what he was saying. I was maybe a foot
away when Dan hit Eric in the face. It was a weird, short punch
so fast that I hardly saw his hand move and didn't even really
see the punch. Later I learned it was some kind of karate punch.
At the time, though, all I knew was that Eric was staggering
back with blood all over his face. He went back about two steps
and fell flat on his ass, just sitting there looking dumb.
Dan turned on one foot and kicked Marty's ankles out from
under him. Marty went down. One of the other guys -- I think it
was Mark -- was out of the car and running up the porch steps.
Dan grabbed one of the aluminum lawn chairs we used on the porch
and scooped it underhand at him. Mark put his hands up to
deflect the
chair and Dan kicked him in the knee. Something cracked and Mark
fell down.
Eric was up again and Dan hit him backhanded with his fist,
right across the face and that was it for Eric. The last guy,
Timmy, was coming up the stairs at the same time Marty was
getting up. Dan's back was to him, so
I don't know how he knew, but when Marty tried to tackle him, Dan
just kind of half-turned, caught Marty's arm and helped him keep
going -- right off the end of the
porch. I think he was trying to throw Marty into Timmy, but Tim
side-stepped.
"Let's get it on, motherfucker," Dan said and stepped toward
him. Tim started to raise his hands. Dan hit him five times
real fast: in the face with his open palm, then a punch in the
stomach, then another punch low -- right in his balls -- then
another punch high in the belly and then he hit him square in the
face with another punch that went so fast I hardly saw it.
Now, I knew Dan lived in a bad neighborhood in Brooklyn and
I knew he'd studied judo or karate or something, but he was
always so nice and patient, and always trying to mollify people
that -- well, I never expected anything like this. I'd even
figured him for some kind of chicken, 'cause he always tried so
hard to avoid trouble.
The whole thing hadn't lasted more than thirty seconds. There
were high school athletes all over the place and they were all
hurt.
Lisa just sat there on the porch railing, staring.
Marty was out cold where he'd landed and Tim was the same.
Mark just lay there holding the knee and crying. Eric finally
managed to stand on the third or fourth try and said he was going
to call the police.
"Yeah," Dan said. "Call the cops. Tell them how four
football heroes got jumped by one bookworm from Brooklyn and got
the shit kicked out them. And don't forget to mention the four
jocks were trying to force an eleven-year-old girl to go to a
'party' with them." He threw a dime on the porch floor in front
of Eric. "Go on.
Call them." He laughed. "Asshole." He laughed again.
I never want to hear anyone make that particular sound again; it
was like listening to Hell enjoying a cruel practical joke.
Tim and Marty were coming around. With Eric, they got Mark
in the car and left. Marty backed into a trash can with the
Challenger on the way out of the driveway.
Jeanne stuck her head out of the door -- she'd been upstairs
taking a shower; I never knew anyone who took so many showers --
and asked, "Hey, you guys -- what's all the noise?"
Dan had retrieved the aluminum chair and was just sitting
down again. "Chair fell," he said and started reading the paper
again.
Lisa was still staring.
Jeanne said, "Oh," and went back inside. I went to Lisa and
touched her arm. She shivered and said, "I think I'm gonna be
sick."
"Great," Dan said, not looking up. Lisa slid off the rail
and scampered off the porch, heading for home.
I turned to my phantom step-brother.
"I don't want you or Lisa blabbing about this," he said,
without looking up.
"What do you mean?"
"Just what I said. They're not going to tell anyone what
happened and if you and Lisa keep your mouths shut, this'll be
the end of it."
"But -- "
"But nothing. If you start talking about it, though, your
ferocious foursome will have to get even -- and since I won't be
here all the time, they'll take it out on you. Just shut up
about it. Got it?"
He looked up at me. I nodded, went to him, threw my arms
around him and gave him a big kiss, right on the lips. Then I ran
into the house and stayed in the bathroom for about an hour, just
shaking.
I saw some of them around town after that and I saw Marty in
school, but none of them ever said a word to me. I always
returned the favor. Later I found out they'd explained their
injuries as being the result of horsing around playing basketball
at Navarre park.
What was kind of funny, though, was they were all cute and I
was so horny and frustrated, I would've gone with any of them or
even all of them if they hadn't been such damn animals about it.
After a week -- and Dan had gone back to New York for another
year -- I was fantasizing about what it might have been like and
kind of regretting the missed opportunity. But over July Fourth
weekend, Dad borrowed Uncle Charlie's summer house on Kelly's
Island and took us all out there and I got the chance to find out
what it was like to pull a train.
Kelly's Island is out in Lake Erie. You get there by a
ferry from near Port Clinton. In the winter, when the lake is
really frozen, sometimes you can get there by sled or ice boat or
even car, but every year a couple of dweebs go through the ice
and drown while they try that.
It's some sort of national park -- at least part of it is --
and there's all this stuff left over from when the glaciers
gouged the Great Lakes out of the continent. It's very quiet,
very pretty... and very dull -- to a young person with an active
libido.
I was less than thrilled by the time we got to the house, a
big ol' place about halfway up a hill and looking northeast over
the lake. Dad and Mom were doing Dad-and-Mom stuff -- Mom was
cleaning and organizing and Dad was looking for things to fix.
My little brothers had discovered a treehouse and were as happy
as 'coons in a garbage dump. Jeanne loved that nature stuff and
immediately headed out for the wildlife trails. Alexis, with her
blonde hair and big ass, had gotten herself picked up by some
lumbering islander on the ferry; he had a red Mustang
convertible, so she had everything she needed.
All I had was an itch and two weeks of boredom to look
forward to. Or so I thought.
The house was against the side of a steep hill. Above us
was all forest and the top of the hill was part of the national
parkland, so it was pretty much deserted. It was a good place to
get away from Mom's nagging and Dad's cussing and my brothers'
shouting and bickering. There was a very faint trail climbing up
the hill in
a series of cutbacks.
I was wearing some cutoff jeans -- these were cut just above
my knees -- and I'd filched one of Alexis's halter tops. It fit,
which was a nice change of pace for me, since I'd started
sprouting again. I'd thought about shopping for a real swimsuit,
but when I measured myself, I was up to 27-19-25. So much for a
real swimsuit.
About two-thirds of the way to the top, a dog suddenly
appeared from the bush. He wasn't very big and he was purebred
mutt with a lot of basset in him. He stopped, looked at me, then
wagged his tail and came right over, his great big eyes looking
up at me. I let him sniff my hand and whine and when he rubbed
his head
against my fingers, I started scratching around his ears and
under his jowls. His tail wagged even more. We chased each
other up the trail a little and then he barked once, in
enthusiasm. He didn't have a collar, and I kind of hoped he was
a stray. He was a neat dog.
Then someone whistled form the cliff. He barked once at me
and started scooting up the trail. I followed.
Just as I huffed past the top of the trail, I saw about a
half-dozen kids on blankets. The kids looked like they were
about sixteen or so, some older, some -- the girls -- maybe a
little younger. The dog was with one of the guys, who was
watching me.
I said Hi and introduced myself and told him what a neat dog
he had.
His name was Ike. He and the other kids there lived on the
island. He was about a foot taller than me and not bad looking,
but boy, did he have a built on him! The fact that he was
shirtless made it hard to miss, too.
They invited me to hang out with them and I was glad they
did, since it meant some variation at least. The boys all
checked me out -- so did the girls -- but no one came on to me
... then. The girls seemed a little stand-offish. That made
sense. Kelly's Island isn't big and in a place like that, when
the girls get paired off with
boyfriends, they don't want newcomers to upset the balance of
things. But when they found out I wasn't going to be twelve for
a couple of weeks, most of them relaxed. One of them, Reenie --
her real name was Maureen -- offered to meet me at the house the
next
day and show me a short cut. I thought that was nice.
Reenie was sixteen and had a nice face and real dark,
straight hair -- she said her great-grandmother was an Indian --
but the most noticeable things about her were her tits. She had
these huge boobs, I mean, they had to be as big as cantaloupes.
When she came to the house to call for me, Dad kept staring at
her tits like he'd never seen breasts before. As we were walking
to the shortcut, I warned her as much as I dared about Dad.
I told her he was going to be grabbing at her tits if he got her
alone -- Dad was notorious for that, especially if he'd had a
couple of beers.
She looked at me and said, "You know, it's hard to believe
you're only twelve."
I smiled and said that was the way it was.
She told me that when she was my age, her tits were bigger
than mine, but she was also taller. And she confided that she'd
found the attention her figure got from boys was an interesting
diversion from what had become a pretty boring routine.
Since it was tell-all time, I took the bait and revealed
that I was not exactly a little innocent. She set the hook and
reeled me in and I told her a little of my exploits. She told me
a little of hers, but not much.
The same group was there plus a few more. Boys now
outnumbered girls. I figured I'd better play it safe and not
mess around, and assumed that all the boys were spoken for; no
flirting by me, no siree bob.
Some of the boys were throwing a softball around and a
couple of the girls were playing cards and it was nice. We all
just laid around in the sunshine and enjoyed each other's
company. From time to time, I noticed Reenie talking privately
to one or two of the girls. From the way they looked at me after
the chats, I knew what she'd told them. I didn't really mind,
not even when I noticed some of the boys started looking at me
different, too, after the girls talked to them.
Later in the afternoon, a couple of couples paired off and
were making out under an old elm. They were going at it pretty
hot and heavy. One of the boys, Vernon, had been rubbing his
girlfriend's rather scrawny tit and he was moving the other hand
down between her legs. Ellen didn't stop him when he started
rubbing her off through her shorts. She was so skinny that her
brown legs were like two pipes sticking out of her shorts. There
was
enough room for him to get his fingers inside one leg of the
shorts -- and he did. I knew from the way she was moving and he
was moving that he was fingering her. They kept it up till she
came, then he stood and led her by the hand back into the woods.
Reenie said something like "Those two are like rabbits."
She looked at me and grinned a little crookedly.
I nodded and said, "Lucky her; at least she's got a
boyfriend with her." Then I looked at the cards in my hand and
rummied the straight flush someone had played earlier.
On the way back to my house, Reenie told me they were going
to have a little weenie roast that night and
I was welcome to come. She said almost everyone would be there,
including some kids I hadn't met. She said that since it was
going to be full moon, they might go for a swim in a pond back in
the woods.
It sounded great and I agreed.
When Reenie came for me at the house, it was almost
six-thirty. Mom and Dad had been drinking Blatz all afternoon
and I knew they were going to be asleep early, which meant my
brothers were going to be put to bed early. Alexis was, as
usual, out and Jeanne was in the bathroom, trying to drain the
cistern -- as usual. I knew what she was really doing in there,
but What the hell?
When we got to the top, it was just getting dark. There were
about fifteen kids there. Someone had built a real careful
campfire in a depression scooped out of the dirt and a couple of
kids were roasting weenies and marshmallows on sticks. Most of
the kids were availing themselves of the beer someone had brought
-- a couple of cases of Blatz and Carling. Vernon and Ellen were
making out. I ate a frank and a couple of marshmallows. There
was no soda, so I washed it down with cold beer. Ike was kind of
hanging around me and there were these little touches now and
then -- you know, on my wrist or my shoulder -- and when I went
into the bushes to take
a leak, I asked Reenie who his girlfriend was. She said she
guessed she was, but said she and Ike weren't Like That and not
to worry about it; cookout nights were special. She wouldn't
explain more, but promised that if I stuck around, I'd
understand.
When I got back to the group, all ready to let Ike give me
some enjoyment, I found that he and about half of the others had
gone off for their swim. I was wearing Alexis's swimtop and my
bottoms under my shorts and windbreaker -- it got cool out there
on the lake, even in midsummer -- so I was prepared. I followed
the sounds of splashing till I got to the pond.
The swimsuit was not appropriate attire; birthday suits
were the order of the day.
I hesitated, but someone -- one of the guys -- yelled, "Come
on, little girl! Don't be shy!"
I peeled out of my clothes and when I took the halter off, I
heard a girl giggle and say, "Little?"
I stripped off the bottoms and went to the edge of the pond.
One of the guys warned me not to dive because the pond bottom
was uneven, so I waded in and struck out in a shallow crawl
stroke toward the others. The pond was about eighty feet across
and almost
round. The far side of it was shrouded in shadows from
overhanging trees. The others were in the middle of the pond.
Ike was a little farther out, where it was deeper. He waved me
toward him.
The main bunch was in water about waist deep or a little
more. As I swam past, someone reached out and ran a hand down my
back to my butt and gave one cheek a little squeeze.
Just Ike's head and shoulders were above the water when I
reached him. "Ever been skinny-dipping before?"
"Not since I was a little kid," I said.
"From what I saw, you're no little kid any more."
"And from what you've heard."
He nodded and grinned.
"You guys do this a lot?"
"Every couple of weeks in summer. Weather's got to be right
and there has to be enough moonlight and no Scout troops." He
laughed. "We really upset a troop last summer. They kind of
stumbled upon us."
I'd been treading water for a couple of minutes at that
point. "You getting tired?" he asked.
"A little," I admitted.
He grinned and then I felt his hands on my waist. He pulled
me closer until I was pressed against him. He kissed me and I
was all for it. I wrapped my legs around his hard waist and my
arms around his neck. He slid his hands down to cup my butt and
ground me against him.
I felt the hard ridges of muscle on his abdomen
rubbing my clit. I was getting awfully hot. I scooted my behind
down a little and, sure enough, I felt something smooth and hard
bump against the little strip of flesh between my butt-hole and
my pussy. Unfortunately,
I was so much shorter than him that I couldn't possibly think
about going farther without developing gills; my head would've
been underwater.
"Can we go someplace a little drier?" I asked.
"Sure -- other side of the pond. Can you swim it?"
I kissed him and nodded, then we disentangled and
I turned to swim. He grabbed my ankles and gave me a push that
sent me a good third of the way to the far side of the pond. I
swam till my feet touched bottom, but he swam past me and was
standing before I was.
What a gorgeous sight he was, with that great body glistening in
the moonlight. His cock was as long as Roger's had been, maybe
eight inches, but not as thick. Certainly as hard, though. He
held his hand out to me.
I took it and stood and he led me out of the water and into the
dark woods beyond. There were some hoots from behind us. I
ignored them.
I suppose in daylight and wearing shoes it would've taken
about two minutes, but dressed as we weren't and by moonlight,
the twisty path took about ten minutes.
"Almost there," he whispered. We were approaching what
looked like an impenetrable wall of bushes.
"I hear something," I said. "Someone -- "
"It's okay." He put his hand on my butt and pushed aside
some of the brush and urged me through.
There were a couple of old mattresses on the ground inside
the ring of brush. Old sheets were on the mattresses. A couple
was on one of the sheets. Ellen and Vernon; no surprise.
I stopped and stared. Ellen was on her back under Vernon,
her skinny legs bent back till her ankles were next to her ears.
Her hairy cunt was pointed up and Vernon's dick was pumping in
and out like crazy. From the amount of juices on the sheet and
on her ass,
I guessed that they hadn't just arrived.
I already wanted Ike desperately, but what he did then
absolutely bound me to him. He bent and put his lips next to my
ear, brushed back my wet hair and whispered, "If you want to
change your mind, it's okay to do it now and no one's going to
rag you for it; I guarantee that. But if you want to stop, now
is the
time. Okay?"
I turned and kissed him on the lips and grabbed his rigid
dick. "Now is the time, alright." I dropped to my knees and
pulled his dick into my mouth and started sucking as hard as I
could. He groaned and put his hands on the sides of my face --
lightly, not forcing. I didn't want to suck him off, at least
not right then. I wanted that hard cock in my pussy, scratching
my itch. He didn't try to stop me when I pulled back. I led
him,
dickwise, to one of the vacant mattresses and lay down.
He lay beside me and kissed me for a while. We were
caressing each other and then he bent down and started feasting
on my tits. He kept stopping to tell me how perfect and firm and
beautiful my tits were. Then he licked his way down my belly and
licked my thighs and then he put his face between my legs.
"Hey! You don't have any hair down here!"
"Not so you'd notice," I said, rubbing my palms over my
swollen nipples.
"Believe me, I'm in a position to notice." He chuckled.
I chuckled, too, but then his tongue ran slowly from my
asshole all the way up my pussy lips to my clit and
I stopped chuckling and started gasping. That boy knew how to
eat! And the way he did it betrayed genuine enthusiasm.
After about five minutes and five little orgasms,
I pulled his face out of my cunt and dragged him up over me. I
locked my legs around his waist and felt his dick head bumping
around the area of my pussy, seeking the opening. I'd loved the
way he ate me, but Jeanne could eat me just as well. What Jeanne
couldn't do was slide
a nice hard dick up my hungry little pussy and that's what I
wanted.
He kept prodding and kept missing and I kept trying to catch
his prick in my pussy, to no avail. Finally, I reached around and
under and took matters into my own fingers. I guided his cock to
the entrance, wriggled my hips till it was wedged securely, and
then put my arms around his neck and whispered, "Fuck me, Ike!"
He was trying to ram me, but I was so little and tight that
the going was too slow for either of us. I crossed my ankles
behind his butt and hunched up at him, pulling myself onto his
rigid cock as he pushed down into me. He glans slid inside and
he gasped.
"You're so tight! Are you a virgin?"
"Not by a long shot! Just fuck me!"
Well that was what he did. He hooked his hands over my
shoulders, resting most of his upper body weight on his elbows --
sparing me -- and started pumping. I was wet and tight, but he
was wet and he was also hard and strong and he was moving his
dick like a piston in me.
I could hear the wet sucking noises my pussy made
around his hard dick. Even with his moaning and my gasping, I
could hear it.
He pumped faster and faster. I hadn't cum yet, but I was
going to soon -- and it was going to be a big one.
I could feel it building in my belly, kind of coiling there like
a big spring.
"I gotta -- gotta cum in you!" he hissed. He fell forward
slightly, burying his prick in me. Our pubic bones were touching
and he was pressing my clittie, too. I felt his balls slap on my
upturned ass, into all the overflowing juices in the crack there.
"Cumming -- cumming -- " he coughed.
That did it for me. I locked around him and felt my vagina
start its squeezing and spasming. He howled and poured his jism
into me. I could feel his dick swell with each spurt and that
just sent me higher. Usually, I just get all clenched up and
frozen when I come, but this time my hips started shaking against
him and as tight as my cunt was, it must have felt to him like --
"Your cunt is sucking me! Damn!"
He half-collapsed onto me, his dick shriveling out of my
clutches. He rolled onto his back, rolling me with him to keep
his dick inside. I settled down onto his dwindling dick as much
as I could and rested my head against his chest. He kissed the
top of my head and ran his hands over me.
"I want to do it again, when you rest," I said. "I came so
hard..."
"Why wait till he rests?" said a voice. A girl's voice.
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Veronica 6
CHAPTER SIX
I opened my eyes wide and looked up. A hard dick was throbbing
above my head. I looked up farther. It was Vernon.
"I mean, Vernon is ready if you are."
To one side stood Ellen, juice coating the insides of her
thighs and matting her thatch of thick pubic hair.
"But you -- "
"Believe me, honey, Vernon is always ready! You won't wear
him out!" She laughed. "Besides, Vern's been telling me he was
wanking off last night imagining what you'd be like and that just
made him
hotter with me. Have fun -- I'm going to get some beers!"
Vern started to kneel but Ike told him to back off; he
didn't want Vern's balls right over his face. I crawled off Ike
and looked a question at him.
"It's okay with me," he said, "as long as you don't freeze
me out!"
"No chance."
Ike grinned and winked.
I knelt upright and pulled Vern's dick into my mouth, I
tasted his juice and Ellen's on it. I didn't mind the taste, and
the idea of it turned me on even more. Ike got himself on his
back again and slithered forward till he had his face between my
legs. He pulled my butt down till my cunt was in his mouth and
started licking and sucking me some more. That just made me lick
and suck good ol' Vern even more urgently. It wasn't long before
my lips had Vern moaning and Ike's tongue had me moaning.
Vern wanted to do it doggy style, which was new to me. Ike
scuttled out of the way and Vern turned me onto my hands and
knees and knelt behind me. My cunt was dripping and his cock was
hard and he rammed right into me and started pounding. Ike
stayed out of the way except to reach out and play with my
nipples a little.
Vern was hanging onto my hips and slamming into me and I was
just rotating my bottom so his cock was always hitting in
different places. I came a couple of times and then my arms just
wouldn't
hold me up any more, so I let my shoulders go down flat on the
mattress. At that angle, Vern got even deeper into me. Then I
felt his finger at my butt, but I was so busy cumming I didn't
protest and to my surprise, it didn't hurt when it slid inside.
In fact, I came some more, because it closed my cunt more around
his cock -- as if my cunt wasn't tight enough already!
But that extra tightness and my cumming put Vern over the
edge and he came in me and pulled out. My butt settled onto my
heels and I crouched them, just savoring the little aftershock
orgasms. I looked up wide-eyed at the sounds of movement in the
brush around us and saw most of the other kids were there. A few
were couples busily coupling, but a lot of the others were just
watching.
Ike was sitting crosslegged a few feet a way. His gorgeous
cock was stiff again. "I want you again," I croaked.
"Are we letting her join?" someone -- Reenie -- asked
aloud.
"I guess so," Ellen answered.
"Yeah," said Ike. "Let's do it."
"What -- ?" I asked.
"You want to do it again?" Ike asked.
"Oh, yesss...."
"It won't be my turn though. Okay?"
"Turn?"
I suddenly understood.
He was watching me. The thought of all those cocks -- !
I reached between my legs and rubbed my pussy. "Do me," I
whispered.
Ike nodded to whoever was behind me, who then knelt, lifted
my hips and fit his cock into me. I was plenty wet on my own and
had two loads dumped in there and he slid right in. I groaned
and kept my hand on my clit as he pumped my. I came again, a
couple of times, then he did, too, and then someone else was
sliding into me.
"See, there's not many people our age on the island," Ike
was explaining. He was stroking his cock and watching me get
fucked at the same time -- and he was talking as if he were
explaining how
to change a tire. "Reenie and I went together when we were
twelve--"
"And went -- and went --" Reenie said, and laughed.
"But then I got mixed up with Helene and she started messing
with Vern and then I got mixed up with Jill and she started
throwing it to Bobby and Vern was doing it with Helene. And what
was funny was we didn't stay jealous very long. When Bobby
popped Ellen, she went and talked to Reenie and Reenie said it
was okay and pretty soon, none of us really got jealous when
whoever we were going with started messing with someone else --
from our group."
The guy behind me came in me. Ike paused, watching me cum.
I couldn't believe this was happening.
"But someone came in here about two years ago -- "
"Me!" called a pudgy girl. Doris, I think her name was.
"And she got all upset when Vern -- "
"Who else?" Ellen cracked.
"Went for an old-times'-sake roll with Helene. So Vern had
this great idea and explained it to her."
"And now," said Reenie, kneeling beside me and caressing my
face as I came yet again, "if someone new wants to play with any
of us, you have to play with all of us. Helps keep anyone from
getting possessive." She trailed her fingers down and trilled
her nails over the side of my breast where it was pressed out by
my weight on it. I shivered and came again.
My cunt was vacant and I resented it. "More, please?"
"Maybe it'd be better if -- well, I'd really like to be
sucked off," someone said. "Do you mind?"
"I want to cum some more, too," I said.
"No problem," said Reenie. She rolled me onto my side and
started kissing and licking my cunt. Another pair of lips started
kissing my butt and then a tongue was burrowing in between. "You
have such a pretty little ass," Ike said from behind me.
"Okay?" said a voice as I shivered through another orgasm
from what Reenie was doing. A boy -- Bobby -- was laying on his
side so his cock was presented to my mouth. It was enormous, as
long as Roger's, but even thicker. I got most of the head in my
mouth and sucked as hard as I could, considering my concentration
was being ruined by the mouth on my cunt and the tongue tracing
my ass, and the hand -- Reenie's -- that had come up to caress my
tits.
I put one hand on the shaft of Bobby's cock. I couldn't
close my fingers around it. I pumped and stroked though, and it
wasn't long before he was cumming. He'd been so sweet about it
that I kept
sucking when he flooded me with that hot, thick custard, and
swallowed as much as I could. He came a lot and the idea of what
I was doing drove me higher. I was absolutely stoned on sex.
I don't know how many times I came that night. I do know
that I passed out a couple of times but -- I was told -- I kept
cumming even then. A couple of the girls ate me out and I ate
them out and
Vern stuck his tongue into my butt as much as he could. Most of
the other girls got fucked, too.
I know I fucked all the guys at least twice and some came back
for thirdsies. And I loved every
minute of it.
For a while, I was getting fucked from behind by one guy
while I sucked another one. After a bit I was too far gone to
suck much, so I just let them move their cocks between my lips
and when the one in my cunt came, the one in my mouth would move
back there and another cock would be presented to my lips.
Bobby, of course, came in my mouth every time. At one point I
was being fucked from behind while I ate Reenie. That was so
exciting it almost makes me cum just to think about it,
especially since at the same time, she was sucking off -- who
else? -- Bobby.
Then came the most memorable part of all. Someone -- I think
it was Walt -- pulled out as he was cumming and dumped his goo
all over my butt. He held his cock right against my anus, not
trying to probe, and let it squirt right on the opening.
I didn't understand, but at that stage I wouldn't have understood
instructions for dialing a telephone number. All I knew was that
I was cumming almost constantly and I never wanted it to stop.
My mouth was tired, my pussy was sore, but I wanted more!
I got it. Oh, boy, did I get it!
Ike lay on his back beside me and pulled me on top of him.
He kissed me on the mouth, long and deep, right into all the
sperm (mostly Bobby's) that had been dumped there as if he could
care less, as if what mattered was kissing me. My legs slipped
apart and I felt his cock against my thigh. I scooted down a
little and he slid into me and I groaned as I settled down on
it.
I had my arms around his neck and was pressed flat against
him, just our hips moving and me, of course, cumming, when I felt
someone kneeling back there. I felt a hard dick against my ass
and
knew what was coming. I wasn't sure but --
"Are you ready for this?" Ike asked.
"Anything," I whispered. Ike nodded and pulled my ass
cheeks apart and pulled me down onto him.
"I've been wanting that beautiful little ass of yours since
I first saw you," Vern said from behind and above me.
Ike stayed still in my cunt -- which was not staying still
on him -- as Vern put the head of his dick against my tight
little butt-hole. I stiffened, not sure about the discomfort. I
tried to relax and open my butt and Vern pressed down and in a
little. As my anus was forced open, my pussy squeezed Ike's dick
and it twitched inside me. That felt good -- all the better for
the extra compression.
"Do it, Vern," I croaked as loud as I could. "But slow and
easy." For the moment, my orgasms had stopped.
Vern did it. He pushed a little more. I thought my ass was
going to split -- and then the head of his dick popped past the
sphincters.
"Hold it right there for a minute," I gasped.
I could feel the two dicks, hard and ready and eager. I tried to
relax again, with little success, but after a few seconds I
whispered, "Slow and
easy."
Vern did it just that way, too -- slow and easy. But also
nonstop. His implacable shaft slid steadily into me, probing
deeper and deeper. I was grateful now for the load Walt had shot
on my ass; it lubricated Vern's prick for the tight passage it
was spreading. When he was halfway in I started groaning, a long
sound that continued till I felt his pubic hair against my butt.
"Just hold still for a minute, both of you, 'kay?"
"Sure, baby," Ike said and kissed the top of my head.
I moved my hips just a little, kind of an experiment. It
didn't hurt but it wasn't comfortable yet, either. But I could
feel
those two hard young pricks buried to the bone in me, pressing
against each other through the little membrane separating the
parallel channels. I felt absolutely stuffed, fore and aft.
"Careful, now," I said.
Vern moved a little, maybe a half-inch, but I felt it as if
it was a foot. I also felt the way it moved the compression of
my cunt on Ike's dick, which twitched in response and sent a
little shudder of pleasure through me. Ike moved his hips a
little so his dick slid halfway out, then he pushed it all the
way back in again.
"You're so tight!" he gasped at me. "I don't think I can
hold it!"
I kissed his nipple and nipped it lightly with my teeth.
"Don't hold it," I said. "Fuck me hard."
Well, he did, but Vernon thought I'd been talking to him,
too. He pulled back till his glans was hung up on my sphincter
and then he rammed into me. I bit Ike's chest -- tasted blood --
trying to
stifle my scream. My cunt and ass tightened on both pricks.
Ike was fucking in and out of me like a madman, moaning
about how tight and hot and wet I was. Vern pulled back again and
drove his cock into my ass. Again I bit Ike's chest and Vern
moved
faster and faster and then, suddenly, I started to have an
orgasm.
It was amazing, like breaking through to someplace new! I
came and came and came and those two hard young cocks pumped me
from
both sides, stretching and reaming me and filling me. Vern fell
flat atop me, adding his weight to mine on Ike, and flailed away,
fucking my ass with short, hard little strokes as if he were
pumping a cunt. Ike was sawing his longer dick in and out of my
cunt. At one point they were syncopated, one moving in while the
other moved out. Then they were coordinated, plundering my little
body in unison.
And I kept cumming and cumming, uncontrollably, sobbing and
whimpering.
Then Vern started shaking. "I'm gonna cum, buddy!" he
gasped.
"Both -- cum -- in me -- " I choked out between spasms.
That did it for Ike, too. Both of them began pumping in
short little strokes, violent strokes, pounding their swelling,
twitching dicks into me as far as they'd go, which seemed pretty
damn far.
Then Vern -- and then Ike -- hunched against me.
I could feel two sets of balls against my thighs, two pubic mats
against me, and then, two cocks jerking and throbbing and
flooding me. I felt
Vern's juices flooding my bowels and I felt Ike's cock swelling
in my cunt and knew he was spurting in there and all the orgasms
and horniness rolled up inside me and let go at once. I locked
up, frozen, between and around them and came harder and harder
and harder, a single orgasm that just kept getting more intense.
With my cum-drenched little body sandwiched between the two big
sixteen-
year-olds, I just kept cumming until, finally, everything was one
big orgasm and I knew nothing but orgasm and then I knew nothing,
'cause
I finally passed out -- cold.
When I came to, I was a sandwich again, but no one was
inside me and I felt firm, lush breasts against my back. Reenie
whispered, "Are you okay, sweety?"
I nodded against Ike's shoulder. I couldn't do much more
than that at the moment. Vern put one of the sheets over us,
against the cooling night air. My pussy still throbbed, but my
butt was numb.
"Some of us have tried doing that," she said. "Ellen liked
it a lot. But I've never seen anyone cum like that, not that
way." She shivered. Her nipples were stiff against my bare back.
I wriggled against her. She had one hand on my belly. Ike kissed
my ear. I felt utterly content for the first time. Thoroughly
fucked, thoroughly sated and now, loved and hugged and valued and
caressed and cuddled.
Ike and Reenie and Vern and Ellen helped me get myself
cleaned up and put together. We sat around and rested. Reenie
and Ellen got me back to the house around midnight. Everyone
else in the house was asleep, which was fine by me.
That was the first time I'd pulled a train and it was the
last for quite a while. During the rest of the two weeks, I got
into some more group scenes, once with Helene and Reenie -- as
nice as it was,
I missed cocks -- and once with Ike and Reenie, at Reenie's house
when the rest of her family was on a shopping expedition on the
mainland. That was really nice. I think my favorite thing was
laying on top of Reenie, licking her sweet, luxurious cunt while
she sucked and nibbled my almost-hairless little slit -- and Ike
sawed his hard dong slowly in and out. I came constantly, but it
was wonderfully gentle waves of ecstasy and left me revived
rather
than enervated. Give me a couple -- male and female -- any
time.
Bobby and I got it on alone once, and after I'd sucked him
off twice, I asked if he ever wanted to just plain ol' fuck. He
said, Sure, but he wasn't sure about my being able to take his
thick dick. Well, with patience and perseverance, I did, he did
and it was fine -- but I was sore for two days, inside and out.
When we got on the ferry back to Port Clinton, Mom and Dad
said they were glad I'd made some friends so I wasn't bored.
Even then I recognized the pun.
Alexis cried and Jeanne was silent and the boys were cranky
and I was just, well, contented.
The islanders and I wrote occasionally, but island kids tend
to leave as soon as they can; there's little future there. In
later years I encountered a few of them. Ellen became a Moonie
after Vern was killed in 'Nam and Reenie had joined a commune
somewhere in Vermont. Ike was killed by a drunk driver on the
Ohio Turnpike, near Elyria. Most of the others vanished from my
life, but left me with an absolutely lovely set of memories.
I did get another shot at Roger that summer and tried to
buttfuck him -- it was near his birthday -- but he stopped before
half his fat prickhead was in me. "I want to get in your butt,
baby," he said, "but not when it'll put hurtin' on you." We
found some enjoyable alternatives.
That was over Labor Day Weekend. Then my eighth and last
year in the prison school started. That was the year Ed Sautter
started the photography club at the high school and I became
a star.
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VERONICA
CHAPTER SEVEN
Kids from Rossford Junior High -- who were twelve- and
thirteen- and fourteen-years-old -- had a lot of friends at St.
Cornelius, because eighth graders in St. Cornelius were twelve
and thirteen years old. Which meant the older girls from junior
high sometimes hung out with girls a year or two younger from St.
Cornelius, so when juniors from Rossford High wanted to hit on
girls from the junior high, they ending up meeting eighth graders
from St. Cornelius, too.
All of which goes to explain how I met George, who was
sixteen and a junior, when I was only twelve.
George was a "Hunky" -- that's the nickname for Hungarians,
of which there were a lot in Rossford -- and got good grades. He
was big and blonde and kind of handsome, in a rough-hewn sort of
way. He didn't set out to pick me up, but he ended up with me one
early September Saturday when about two dozen kids piled into six
or seven cars and headed for a concert at Veteran's Stadium.
George wanted to be an engineer (like my phantom step-brother),
liked to read science-fiction (like my phantom step-brother),
played the guitar (like my phantom step-brother) and said
"please" and "thank you" (like my phantom step-brother).
He was a lot like my phantom step-brother, if you know what
I mean.
George was a lineman on the varsity football team and had
this really wicked, quiet sense of humor (which was like my
phantom step-brother). He drove one of the cars to the concert,
but had about four
beers and didn't think he should drive back. I was impressed. I
was even more impressed when I ended up sitting on his lap in the
crowded backseat. I'd had a couple of beers, too, and wanted to
make out and
he kept acting like a gentleman and telling me I was only a
kid... right up to the time I pulled down my top and stuck a tit
in his face while squirming on the unconcealable hard-on making a
hard tent in the
crotch of his jeans. Even then he acted like I was a kid, making
me cover myself and behave.
I made George a target. Within two weeks, I was spending
most of a Friday night under the stands at the Rossford High
field riding him, with his fat cock rammed up my hungry, wet
little snatch and his hands
under my blouse, playing with my nipples. I never met another
teenager who could hold off cumming as long as George could.
Despite the ribbing he took for robbing the cradle, George and I
remained "an item" for most of the first semester and past the
end of the football season. That was when the photography club
became a factor.
George was interested in photography, enough so that he'd
even set up a little darkroom in his basement. He talked about
the club from time to time. To be honest, it didn't interest me
and I didn't
pay much attention. Until that Friday night in late March.
George had an older brother in the Coast Guard and his
family -- which was large -- had gone to Cleveland for the
weekend to visit his brother and some relatives. We had the house
to ourselves. I'd
arranged for Dana Connally to cover for me that I was at her
house.
It was about eleven at night. George had already drunk about
five beers and I'd had a couple, myself. We were touring the
house -- with a difference. For one thing, we were naked. For
another, I had my legs
around his waist and his nice fat prick buried in me. George was
so big -- he was about six-foot-two and two hundred pounds and
lifted weights -- he was just carrying me around the house.
"This is the kitchen!" And he'd rest my bare butt on the
countertop and fuck in and out of me till I'd cum once or twice
and then: "And this is the dining room!" And he'd repeat the
procedure on the dining-room table.
Of course, I contributed: "But isn't the dining room where
you're supposed to eat?"
At which point he'd pull out of me, munch on my cunt -- I
had just a hint of hair there -- and then plough my furrow again
and we'd continue the tour.
"This is the living room!" On the stereo and television
cabinets.
"This is bathroom!" On the vanity.
Et cetera.
He finally came in me in the basement, in the darkroom. For
a guy who could last so long, he didn't shoot very much stuff.
Not that I minded. What was important was the look on his face
after we caught our breath: He was frowning.
"Why are you frowning?"
He shrugged. "I still don't know what I'm going to do for
the show," he said. Ed Sautter had scheduled a school-year's-end
show of the photography club's work.
I stretched my arms over my head -- I was laying on the
countertop where George usually cropped his photographs -- and
said, "Well, how about a nude study?"
He laughed with me, but then he stopped and stared at me.
"Y'know, maybe -- "
I held my hands up, palms toward him. "Forget it."
He shook his head. "No face; just nude torso in black and
white. I'll let you proof the negatives."
I sat up on the counter. "Are you serious?"
George nodded. "Ed -- " Ed Sautter was a member of that new
and informal generation of teachers. He'd been hired to teach
English Lit; for his kids in the Lense Club, his first name was
available. " -- Ed
says if someone comes up with a really good nude study, he'll
fight to get it in the show."
Well, to make a long story short, I agreed. What the hell,
huh? None of the negatives had my face in them, so who would
know? We shot them with a flash that night and by daylight the
next morning. The
best ones were with me on the coffee table in the living room.
They were tight focus from just the hint of my pubis to my
shoulders, with the angle of the morning light highlighting the
flat plane of my
stomach, the clear definition of my ribcage and below, just the
hint of swelling for my hips. My breasts were firm and rounded
and my nipples were hard -- George said professionals use ice
cubes, but we used something else to get them hard and keep them
that way.
It was a stunning series of relief shots. Some of them were
lovely; I still have them. The best were so good that they
weren't even erotic; they were just beautiful -- a healthy,
firm-bodied young woman
blossoming into womanhood (in black and white) against the rich
grain of the oak coffee table's surface. I still look at them and
don't see myself or sex. They were really quite good.
Sautter was true to his word; he exhibited the best ones and
almost got himself fired.
The problem came when someone noted that the edge of a
National Geographic -- not the date, but part of the logo -- was
visible, on the coffee table, measured it against the nude
torso, did some fast math to get the measurements of said (my)
torso, noted the lack of abundant pubic hair...
...and figured out who the model was.
The word got around in certain circles very quickly. There
was a lot of Talk. Then Sautter had his confrontation with the
Powers That Be and finally compromised, agreeing to exhibit the
nudes in the faculty lounge, to protect the young people of
Rossford and the Model.
Funny, but I didn't think I needed protecting. Hell, I'd
done the pictures, hadn't I?
Well, the whole thing began to outgrow itself and pretty
soon, George was getting a lot of pressure to reveal the name of
the woman in the pictures. George refused. George dug in his
heels and got stubborn, something at which he excelled. For a
while, it looked like the whole thing was just going to blow
over, because everyone got wrapped up in the fight about the bond
issue for the levees out in Point Place --
[Please, don't ask.]
-- and everything seemed fine until George called me one
afternoon when I had the house pretty much to myself and informed
me that the negatives had disappeared. All of them -- including
the outtakes, which were not solo shots of a lovely torso; those
were pure smut, taken off a tripod and timer and giving an
excellent view of me, from the rear, riding George's fat prick.
One in particular, taken while I was cumming, had real good
definition of the way my pussy was stretched round his dick, with
all but an inch or so of his wide dong buried inside me. Some of
the others in that set included my face -- in one shot, with my
mouth full, if you know what I mean.
George figured it had happened that afternoon, while he was
jogging. The night before, he'd developed some shots he'd taken
out at the old Municipal Airport. When he'd gotten home, the
padlock on his darkroom door had been cut -- probably a
bolt-cutter, he figured -- and the negatives and prints from our
session, and only from our session, were missing.
I went over to see him and we put our heads together and
tried to reason it out. Whoever had done it hadn't been on the
football squad, which aced Marty and the other Three Stooges;
they'd been jogging, too. George pointed out that examining
negatives wasn't easy if you didn't know what you were doing, so
that narrowed it down to people with
darkroom experience who knew George's schedule and what to look
for ...
No matter how we sliced it, we kept coming back to the Lense
Club. Well, we were right -- sort of.
By then, Easter vacation was coming up and I went to see my
cousin, Charlene for a couple of days. That's what I told
George. In fact, I was eager to see Roger, but I didn't share
that with George.
I hadn't seen Charlene since around Christmas, when she and
Tod the Asshole and Uncle Van and Aunt Irene came by for
Christmas Dinner. Charlene had been losing weight -- or, should
I say, redistributing
it. When I saw her during that Easter break, I told her the
truth: She looked real good. She'd gotten a new hair-do and her
waist was smaller and her tummy was getting flat and her legs and
butt were getting
tighter and her tits were growing real nice. She was almost
fourteen and you could see what was happening: She was going to
be a bombshell.
The first chance I got, I went over to see Roger. He knew I
was coming over, because I'd called him from Rossford and told
him. He was waiting for me and about, oh, ninety seconds after
the front door was locked, a trail of clothing led from the
living room door, up the stairs and right to the bedroom. Roger
was devouring my pussy like a starving man with a bowl of rice.
And he was making me crazy, because he'd lick and suck me till I
was almost ready to cum and then he'd back off and leave me
hanging. He did this for about fifteen minutes.
Finally, I grabbed two hands' full of his hair, pulled his
head away and said, "Roger, if you don't stick that cock in me
right this minute, I'm going to scream bloody murder!"
He knelt on the bed between my knees and pointed down. "You
mean this cock?"
His dick was as hard as any teenager's and was all reddish
and throbbing and enormous. My cunt was twitching and juices just
drenched my pussy and the bed beneath me.
"Roger!" I yelled.
He grinned, got on all fours and began kissing his way up my
body, pausing to give special attention to my breasts, especially
my nipples.
"They're getting big, Veronica," he said.
As if I didn't know. According to the Sears big book, my
measurements dictated a B-cup -- if someone manufactured a 27-B.
My nipples were small, but hard and swollen and each time his
tongue passed
over them, I shivered. With a nineteen-inch waist and twenty-five
inch hips, I was definitely top-heavy by any standard.
Finally he crawled over me, pausing to put a pillow under my
little butt. My legs opened more and I swear I could hear my own
pussy lips, so swollen and wet and tight, part for him. I reached
down with both hands, one to part my labia and one to guide his
huge dick.
[Well, eight inches may not seem huge to you, but remember
how young and small and tight I was. An eight-inch cock in a girl
with 25-inch hips is like an eleven-inch cock in a normal,
average-size woman.]
As he slid it into me, I started moaning and rolling my hips
under him, rocking them back and forth to take more and more of
that big dick into my body. He said I seemed even tighter than
usual and I could believe it -- after all, he'd just spent a
quarter of an hour dangling me on the brink of cumming.
Then he was about halfway in and his glans pressed something
inside me and it felt golden and I came. Wow, did I cum! It was
like being possessed. I came for almost a minute and when I sank
back, limp, he was
all the way in me -- the first time he'd gotten the whole thing
inside me -- and he began pumping my pussy. After a few minutes
of that, I felt him jerk and throb inside me and then he was
cumming in me. He held me very close as he came in me, crushing
me against him and somehow probing his prick farther into me
without moving his hips much. On the last
spurt, he also kissed the top of my head -- remember how short I
was -- as we both had our orgasms.
He rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him and
keeping his shriveling cock inside me. I bore down on the muscles
in my cunt and he groaned with the additional tightness.
We lay there, sweaty and stuck together and panting.
"You've been practicing," he said. "Got yourself a sweetheart.
Want to tell me about it?"
I nuzzled his chest hairs, stalling.
"You don't have to," he reassured me. So of course I did.
When I finished, he asked: "Okay, baby -- what's bothering
you?"
"Nothing, really."
His hand raised my face so he could look me in the eye.
"Veronica, you're laying here with my dick inside you -- "
"I noticed." I giggled.
He gave my butt a playful swat, more of a caress. "-- and
your mind is a million miles away. Don't lie to me. You're
bothered by something. Spill."
So as I lay there with this man who was fifteen years older
than me, with his dick inside me -- along with all of our juices
-- I told him about the pictures and the negatives.
"That was you?" He laughed a little, more like a chortle.
"I should have known. One of the guys at Robby's -- " That was a
barber shop in Genoa. "-- was talking about that exhibit. He was
impressed." He
chortled again. "Wish I'd seen those pictures."
"Roger, I'm afraid everyone is going to see those pictures
-- and the outtakes."
"Baby, I'd do anything if I could, but I wouldn't know where
to start. You got any ideas?"
I admitted that I didn't -- at least where he could help
with that. However, I did have other ideas and I flexed those
muscles again. He started to get hard inside me, which was an
amazing sensation, because his cock started out about average and
swelled into
a monster. Within a few minutes, he was stiff as a
concrete-reinforcement rod and I was sitting up straight and
bouncing up and down on him. Coming down was especially fun,
since it ground my clit
into the hair-cushioned ring of bone around the base of his thick
prick. I came a lot, over and over, and finally fell forward
onto him. He rubbed a fingertip around my butt-hole and then
slid it in. Much to
my astonishment, it felt good. And I let him know it.
That was the key that set him off. He fucked me wildly for
a few minutes. I really got off on the feeling of his fat
cockhead swelling far, far inside my tight cunt, and we again
came together. He seemed
to cum a lot with the double compression on his cock. Later, when
I climbed off him and scampered to the bathroom before my leaks
stained the carpet; there was an awful lot of stuff in me.
We did it again the next day, but the next night he had to
go pick up a load of strawberries for delivery in New York, where
he was supposed to pick up a trailer full of books and bring them
to Toledo.
I went home after almost a day of fending off Tod the
Asshole and found nothing new had happened with regard to the
missing negatives. I knew, nonetheless, that it was just a
matter of time before the other shoe was dropped. George took
the College Boards in May and I prepared for final exams.
Then, in the last week of May, the high schools in the area
started having open-house days for eighth-graders. I had no
intention of attending Rossford High -- I'd already been enrolled
in the Catholic
high school, without being consulted -- but it meant a day away
from St. Cornelius, so I went. The regular students at the high
school had the day off -- it turned Memorial Day weekend into a
four-day weekend for them -- so the place was occupied only by
eighth graders.
I was on the second floor, looking at the biology lab, when
a man approached me. He was a nice-looking guy with slightly
long hair and an open face. He was about twenty-five or
twenty-six and he was wearing bell-bottomed pants and a white
shirt and tie. His most striking feature was the bluest eyes
I've ever seen.
"Veronica?"
I nodded.
"I'm Ed Sautter." He shook my hand. "I'm trying to get a
creative writing club started for the summer and I'd like you to
come to one of our meetings."
"To tell the truth, I'm already signed up for another
school."
He shook his head and smiled. "Doesn't matter. I'm just
trying to gather some of the more promising young writers."
"I'm not really a writer -- "
"You've done some fine compositions and essays at St.
Cornelius, from what I hear. I'd like to see them. Will you give
us a chance?"
"Well -- "
"Besides -- " He leaned close, confidential and
just-between-us close, those gorgeous blue eyes boring in on me.
"Besides: Susan -- my girlfriend -- is going to come over and
set up a chicken barbecue for
everyone and she makes this sauce...mmmmm." He rolled those
gorgeous blue eyes.
Who could resist? "Well...okay. Where and when?"
"This afternoon at three." He produced a piece of paper and
scribbled an address on it.
"Eagle Point Road? That's a pretty ritzy neighborhood," I
said. "I didn't think teachers got paid very much."
"We don't," he said. "I'm renting the place along with two
buddies. If you want a lift, I'm taking four or five others with
me when I leave here at two-thirty. They'll be meeting me in the
teachers' parking lot by the VW Microbus with the peace signs on
it.
Be seein' ya!"
And then he was gone, just like that. I stood there in the
nearly deserted hallway, fingering the paper and decided it might
be fun.
It was that. And more.
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