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Title: The Trailer Park
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The Trailer Park
Part 5 of 5
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Standard Disclaimer. This is a work of fiction for adults only. If
you are under the age of eighteen, please immediately do what I would
have done when I was your age. Which is, delete this story from your
hard drive and/or leave this internet site. I know you've left now
like the good little boys and girls you are. But if you haven't or
for the rest of you, enjoy.
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Special Thanks to Russell Hoisington for his help in editing this
little masterpiece. He spent more time editing than I did writing,
thanks to all the typos,mis-spellings, and punctuation errors I
inflicted on him. And now that this is done, maybe he can reward all
of us with more Wynter.
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Chapter XVIII
Allie Smidt lived 3.14 miles from my house.
This is interesting on several levels.
One, three point one four is the commonly accepted value of pi, one
of the numbers the universe is built on.
Two, it was point one four miles outside the radius of freedom my
mom had given me. And I didn't think she'd quibble about point one
four miles. Hell, it was only 739 feet, just less than two-and-a-
half football fields. Besides, under interrogation I'd say I didn't
realize that it was over the three mile line.
Three, she had red hair. Copper red hair. I've always had a thing
for red-heads.
Four, she had a body that made that beautiful red hair look like
the frosting on a cake.
Five, she was a cheerleader. Never a bad thing.
And six, Tami hated her guts. That was the evil Tony talking.
Allie had been gone thru most of June, but when she came back, I
made a point to ride by her house three or four times a week. About
half the time, she was out in front sunning herself. I'd stop and
make small talk, then ride off into the sunset. Well actually, since
she usually sunned herself in the mornings, it was the noonday sun,
but sunset sounds better.
About the middle of June I stopped by, and she was lying on her
lounger in the cutest little purple bikini. Little being the
operative word. I was straddling my bike, looking down at her,
watching tiny droplets of sweat caress her flesh.
I was mesmerized enough that she had to repeat herself three times
to get my attention.
"Huh?"
"I said, several times in fact, that it's too damn hot."
"TV last night said it's supposed to be a hundred today."
"Now I'm really hot. I only thought it was ninety something."
"Yeah, sometimes knowing is worse."
"I think I'm going to go huddle in front of the air conditioner the
rest of the day."
"I've got a better idea."
"Really? I've heard about your ideas," she said with a grin.
I wondered if Paula had been spreading the word.
"I've got four letters for you."
"Okay," she said with a puzzled look.
"P."
"P," she repeated.
"O."
"P-O."
"O."
"P-O-O." I could see the wheels spinning in her head as she tried
to figure out where I was going."
"L."
"P-O... you have a pool."
"I do," I agreed.
"You have a pool," she said again.
"And I can invite guests."
"Could I be a guest. I mean, I didn't..." She got embarrassed
that she'd just tried to invite herself.
"Of course not. I just told you about the pool so that you'd
picture me in while you sat here covered in sweat. I love torture,"
I proclaimed and laughed maniacally.
"You meany," she said with a pout.
"True. So very true," I agreed. I grinned as I watched a drop of
sweat appear from beneath her top and roll down to her stomach, then
off the side.
I stepped off my bike and laid it on the ground. Then I knelt on
one knee beside her lounger and took her hand in both of mine. "Oh
copper-headed princess, would you do me the boon of immersing your
sacred body in the waters of my humble pool?"
"You're weird," she giggled. "What's a boon?"
"A favor."
"Definitely weird," she judged.
"Does that mean you won't come?"
She pulled her hand out of mine and held her two hands in front of
her as if weighing. "Weird and cute versus hot and sweaty." She
dropped her left hand and raised her right. "Weird and cute wins."
"Yea!" I yelled and fell onto my back and wiggled, kicking my arms
and legs in the air like a puppy scratching it's back.
"Careful," she warned. "There's a fine line between weird and cute
and psychotic and scary looking."
I stopped and sat up. "I'll keep that in mind."
"Let me see what Mom says," she said and stood up on the other side
of the lounger. Her bikini bottom had ridden down until it only
covered half of her butt, but as she walked away, she didn't bother
adjusting it until she walked in her front door.
I just grinned and enjoyed the view.
* * *
Twenty minutes later we were pedaling toward my house.
Allie had thrown on a t-shirt and cut-offs over her bikini and wore
a backpack with a towel and who knows what else.
We talked as we rode. Nothing earth-shaking, just school and
people we both knew.
Sometimes I'd let her pull a little ahead so that I could enjoy the
view from behind. There's something about a firm ass wrapped around
a hard bicycle seat that was a real turn-on.
"Enjoying the scenery?" she asked the fourth time I did it.
"Oh yeah!" I agreed but pedaled harder to come even with her again.
"There's some might purrty scenery around these parts.
Allie gave me a look, then went on talking about what a cute couple
Mark and Lisa made.
Good Tony popped up on my right shoulder, holding onto his halo
with one hand in the breeze. "You know, Tami really doesn't like
Allie. She's not going to like this," he counseled.
Then evil Tony showed up on my left shoulder. He was busy
polishing his horns, but he leaned over and whispered, "You know,
Tami really doesn't like Allie. She's not going to like this."
It was amazing how often those two agreed.
I guess it's all in the connotation.
That may just sum up life too.
I think I've just solved the answer to life the universe and
everything.
I grinned to myself.
"And what are you thinking about now?" Allie asked slyly.
"A very small purple bikini," I told her.
"That better be all you're thinking about," she said and sped up.
I grinned and sped up to catch her.
* * *
We parked the bikes at my house. I asked her to wait by them as I
ran in, stripped, pulled on a swimming suit, grabbed a towel and ran
out again. Elapsed time: about a minute and a half.
Oh, and I took another second to look at my alarm clock. It was
about twenty till eleven. Mrs. Smidt had said that Allie needed to
be home by five. With the ride home, that gave me just about five
hours.
Five hours to what? That was the interesting question.
As we walked to the pool, I put my hand on the small of her back.
Her skin was warm and sweaty from the sun, the exercise, and just
being Allie.
I opened the gate and guided Allie in. That's when I saw Tami
lying on a towel next to the pool. She sat up and used her hand to
shield her eyes from the glare of the sun. When she recognized me, I
thought I saw a hint of a smile. Then she recognized Allie.
I realized then what writers mean when they talk about burning
eyes. Tami's face turned into a scowl, then relaxed as she closed
her eyes again and lay back. Except for her mouth. Even from across
the pool, I could see her lips clamped tightly together.
"See, I told you," said good Tony.
"See, I told you," said evil Tony.
Damn echo.
"Hi, Tami," Allie yelled as she recognized her classmate.
Tami's arm came up and gave a limp wave, but otherwise she ignored
us.
We laid our towels on a bench, and Allie slipped out of her t-shirt
and cut-offs. Then we looked at the cool blue inviting water.
"You're one of those people who dip a toe, then half a foot, then a
whole foot kind of people," I accused.
"So?"
"Oh baby!" I said and scooped her into my arms. I took three
running steps and we sailed into the air.
"Oh fu..." I heard before the water pulled us down. Mental note to
talk to Allie about her language. As we submerged, I released her
and pushed her toward the surface. A couple of seconds later, I
surfaced near her, though out of arm's reach.
"That was mean," she sputtered.
"You're not the first person to say that," I told her as I treaded
water and tried unsuccessfully not to look over at Tami.
Allie caught my glance and nodded, smiling to herself. It was
pretty much common knowledge around the school that I'd had a thing
for Tami and that she'd dumped me hard. Though I didn't think anyone
knew the details.
"But now that you're in, it feels good, right?" I asked.
"Well, yes," she conceded.
"So you owe me kiss," I stated with a hopeful smile.
"Or a slap," she threatened.
"Your choice, my princess," I said and swam closer. Allie giggled,
then floated closer and kissed me. On the lips. Just a quick kiss,
but it was a start.
"You're weird, but I think I like you," she said with another giggle.
"I do tend to grow on people." 'Most people,' I added to myself
but didn't look at Tami.
We floated there looking at each other for almost a minute before
Allie broke the silence. "I heard you were a diver?"
"A great diver," I confirmed.
"How great?"
"California State Champion."
Okay, I won one city championship. But if we hadn't moved...
"Show me," she demanded.
"Your wish, my princess." It's hard to bow when floating in water,
but I tried. Then I swam to the ladder on the side of the pool and
climbed out. I hopped up on the driving board like an Olympic
champion.
I walked to the middle of the board, then inched my way to the end.
I looked down at the water and quivered. I pushed down on the board
to make the board bounce me and quivered some more. "You know, the
wind is coming from the east today. It really has to come from the
west to do any diving. Maybe next time." I started inching backwards.
"You're so full of it," she accused as I got halfway.
I got to the end of the board and turned around again. "It's the
wind. It has to be just right or..." I took three quick steps
forward, hurdled onto the end of the board, and launched high into
the air. Then I flipped backward, somersaulted one-and-a-half times,
and entered the water cleanly. It's called a gainer, and it's a
pretty impressive dive, especially when you don't know it's coming.
I surfaced and grinned at Allie. "See, I was trying to flip
forward."
Allie swam up to me and grabbed me in a big hug, which caused us
both to sink under the water. While we were down there, I leaned
forward and kissed her. She didn't pull away, so I held the kiss,
prying open her mouth with my tongue. Both our mouths filled with
water, and her mouth filled with my inquisitive tongue.
While it was a very sensual experience, it was also a tad hard to
breathe. So as we sank to the bottom of the pool, I pushed off and
sent us back to the surface. I broke the kiss just as we broke the
surface.
"Paula was right: you're dangerous," she said. I knew then that
cheerleaders talked too much.
"I do my best," I said as enigmatically as I could.
Allie looked at me for a long time. "Paula said..."
I never found out what Paula had to say about me. From the side of
the pool we heard a sound like a snort. We turned to see Tami
gathering up her towel. We watched, treading water as she stood and
walked away. I watched her all the way to her door and listened as
it slammed shut.
"I don't think she likes me," Allie said softly.
"I don't think you're wrong," I agreed. I had no idea why Tami
didn't like Allie.
"You sure liked watching her ass," she accused.
"It sure was cute," I agreed.
She moved back and then splashed water at my face.
"What can I say, I like scenery," I told her with a big grin. "And
I never compare it," I added before she could ask.
"Awwww."
"I have learned to appreciate nature in all her forms."
"I was right before," she said and started to swim away. "You're
full of it."
"My mother would agree with you," I yelled across the pool.
We swam for another hour. Sometimes we would come together, and I
would get a quick kiss or grope before she swam away.
I suggested a little lunch. We climbed out and started drying off.
"I could help you with that," I offered. But she seemed to feel it
would be better if she did it herself.
We walked home. After I closed the gate I slipped my arm around
her. From the corner of my eye, I thought I caught some movement in
Tami's front window, but maybe it was just the wind.
"Le Chateau Sims has one of the best lunch menus in the county."
"Really?"
"Of course. You have a choice of a peanut and jelly sandwich, a
tuna fish sandwich or the specialty of the house, a grilled cheese
sandwich."
"That is an impressive menu," she agreed.
"So what will it be?" I asked as we got to the house and I opened
the door for her.
"I believe la sp‚cialit‚ de la maison."
"I didn't know you spoke French," I said in amazement.
"Oui, oui."
"Approuver, le fromage grill‚," I told her, which pretty much
exhausted my store of French.
We stepped into the nice cool house. Central air, you know.
I pointed at the sofa and walked back to the kitchen to start
lunch. "Something to drink?"
"Pepsi, please."
I got a Coke out of the refrigerator, carried it into the living
room, and presented it to her over my fore arm like a sommelier with
a good bottle of wine. "The good stuff. I will assume that your
parents are responsible for your lack of upbringing. I'll report
them to Children's Services right after lunch. But I will expect you
not to use that kind of language in my house."
"What language? Pep..."
"Shush."
Allie giggled and opened her Coke.
I went back to the kitchen and worked on lunch.
We ate in the living room, a Coke in one hand and a sandwich in the
other, a plate balanced on our legs. After we finished we both stood
up. I gathered the plates and empty cans and took them back to the
kitchen. I came back and stood about a foot in front of her.
"We should get you out of that wet suit," I told her.
"I've got my other clothes right here," she said, pointing at the
clothes lying on the end of
the sofa.
"Not exactly what I had in mind," I said as I stepped forward. I
wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. I knew I was moving
too fast and waited for her to put the brakes on. But as I closed my
lips on hers, her mouth opened and my tongue entered and started
wrestling with hers.
I held one hand on the small of her back while the other rubbed her
upper back and slid under the strap of her top. She held the kiss
and kissed back hard, so I started sliding my hand around her body
toward the front. She had to realize it was inside her suit but made
no move to stop me. A few seconds later my hand closed on her
breast, her nipple stiff and pressing into the palm of my hand.
She still hadn't tried to stop me, so I slid my other hand down
inside the bottom of her bikini. Right along the crack of her ass.
With my other hand, I pulled her top up and revealed her breasts. I
broke our kiss and dropped my face toward her other breast, the one
not being massaged by my very lucky hand.
I closed my lips on her nipple and started teasing it with my tongue.
My other hand had pushed her bottom clear past her ass and roamed
freely over her taut globes and explored the valley between.
"Damn, you're beautiful," I whispered as I released her nipple and
started kissing my way down to her stomach, her belly button and her
pelvis. I dropped to my knees and kissed the small triangle of cloth
that protected her treasure from my lecherous eyes and lips. "So
damn beautiful."
I kissed the crotch of her suit again, then leaned back and grabbed
the strings at the side that held the front triangle to the back. I
started gently pulling down, giving her time for an objection. An
objection that didn't come.
I watched as a patch of copper red hair was revealed. Then the
pink lips of her pussy. I leaned in again and kissed those lips,
caressing them with my own. I kissed back up toward her belly
button, stopping to nuzzle her soft silken patch, then I kissed down
again. With my thumbs I pulled her cunt lips open and kissed her
inner tunnel. I slipped my tongue forward, teasing her inner lips
before pushing into her love tunnel.
Above me she moaned but didn't complain.
I couldn't believe that she was letting me do this. I mean, I'd
gone so fast. Hell, I don't think we said two dozen words to each
other all during school. Maybe a couple dozen more during my summer
bike rides.
After Paula and her, not to mention the kids, I was beginning to
believe that girls liked sex too.
I fucked my tongue in and out of her. She grabbed the back of my
head and pulled me closer. I figured that meant I was doing
something right.
I pushed my tongue deep into the girl. So deep that the whatever-
it's-called piece of skin that attaches my tongue to the bottom of my
mouth actually hurt as it pressed against the bottom of her pussy.
No one ever mentioned that in the stories I read. I was beginning to
think that ASSTR and SOL might not be the best source for sex ed
material.
I pulled my tongue back and attacked her clit. It stuck out enough
that I could easily suck on it, and I did.
"Jesus H..." Maybe I had a future as an evangelist, I thought as I
heard another girl get in touch with her religion.
"Oh fuck! Keep doing that. More! More! MORRREEEEE!" Her body
bucked, then went rigid and she stopped breathing. As she went limp
and started breathing again I wondered idly if anyone had ever had
such a great orgasm that they forgot to start breathing again. Death
by orgasm. That would give new meaning to the old saying about 'What
a way to go.'
"That was the best... the best ever," she said as she fell back
into my dad's chair.
"Uh, thanks." I didn't know, hell even years later I never knew,
how to handle that kind of compliment. I guess part of it was never
knowing how sincere it was. But even if it was sincere, 'Aw shucks,
Ma'am, tweren't nothing,' just didn't seem appropriate.
I stood and wondered what to say next.
"I think you enjoyed it, too," she said. I wasn't sure what she
mean exactly until I realized that her eyes were focused on the bulge
in the front of my swimming suit. "Come here," she ordered.
I stepped over to her. She grabbed the waistband of my swimsuit
and yanked it down, making my cock bounce from it's sudden release.
"Look, it's waving," she said with a giggle.
I knew she didn't mean it that way, but I wish girls wouldn't
giggle when the first see Big Tony. Okay, the nickname was lame.
I'll work on it.
"I think it likes me," she said huskily.
"I know it likes you," I agreed.
Allie loosely wrapped her hands around my balls and pulled.
As my cock came closer to her mouth she lightly blew on the head.
I almost blew my wad right there. Her tongue flicked out and grazed
the groove behind my head, and that was all she wrote. As the first
gush flew out and landed on the arm of the chair I wanted to curl up
and die for coming that quick.
But Allie moved her hand onto my shaft and started pumping. "I
guess you really did enjoy my cunt."
I just nodded and concentrated on not falling down as my legs went
weak.
Allie kept pumping, and I watched as the fourth, then the fifth
glob landed on the carpet. Allie pumped again but only a drop came
out of my pisshole and hung there. She released my cock and gathered
it up with the tip of her finger. Then she brought it to her mouth.
The tip of her tongue shot out and licked it up. "Too bad."
I decided she meant too bad that I hadn't waited until my cock was
in her mouth. I hope.
We stayed like that, her sitting naked, me standing with my
shrunken friend in front of her face. I was kind of embarrassed in
the aftermath of sex. Especially since I couldn't go the distance.
"Want to hit the pool again?" I asked after the silence got too loud.
"Sure," she said and jumped up. We dressed and went back to the
pool.
I figured we'd swim for awhile and then come back so that I could
try again. But as the afternoon wore on, people came and went.
Alana and her brothers and sisters. Paul and Kathy. Paula and Ann.
Even Tami came back.
Before I knew it, it was almost five and time to jump on our bikes
and ride back to Allie's house.
As we rode I wondered if there were classes to teach cocks patience.
Chapter XIX
"Damn Girl Scouts!" I snarled as I hung up the phone. Who the hell
ever heard of having a jamboree in the middle of the summer? Still,
they looked cute in their uniforms. And I loved those peanut butter
sandwich cookies they sold.
So Allie was out of the picture for two weeks.
Paula was working.
The kids were at their babysitters today.
Maybe I could call up, pretend to be a radio DJ, and tell Mrs.
Parker, she just won tickets to tonight's Ozzy Osbourne concert. Nah.
I was horny! Big surprise.
And there was nobody to play with.
I looked down at my right hand. It was ready, willing and able.
But frankly, the magic had gone out of our relationship.
There was my left hand, but that would be too much like cheating.
I could stop by Tami's house. "Hi, Tami. I know you're not
speaking to me, but would a blow job by out of the question?"
I decided that I had absolutely no desire to see what it felt like
having a steak knife plunged repeatedly into my chest.
Aw hell, I might as well go swimming.
It took me about ten minutes to find my Speedos, change, find a
clean towel, and generally get organized. Not that I was in any
rush. As I was heading out the door, I happened to glance at Dad's
chair and saw at least a dozen popcorn kernels around the base.
I started to make a comment about his sloppiness but stopped
myself. I had to remind myself that I was a normal-relatively normal-
thirteen-year-old male, not Felix Unger Jr. Still, you'd think my
dad would have some consideration for all my hard work around the
house.
I was in no hurry as I strolled toward the pool. I figured I'd
swim some laps, do a few dives. The pattern seemed to be that people
would start coming around about two thirty or later. It was just
past one.
I didn't realize there was anyone in the pool until I'd closed the
gate behind me and tossed my towel onto the top of the fence. I was
about to take a running dive into the water when I noticed a head
just above the water in the shallow end. It was looking away from
me, past Mikee and Kelly's house. There was a lot of blond hair
attached to it and floating on top of the water, so I figured it was
a girl. Of course, these days, long blond hair didn't mean much, but
between that and the royal blue one-piece swim suit I could make out
beneath the water, I figured I had a better than even chance of being
right.
But I didn't recognize the head.
"Hi!" I yelled, trying not to grin as she jumped a good three
inches out of the water before turning around.
"Hi, Tony," she said, shielding her eyes from the sun. I knew her,
but still couldn't put a name with her face. "Alana just left with
two really hot guys."
"So?" I thought.
"I think their names are Jeremy and Jarad. You know, those
brothers on the basketball team."
I knew who she meant. Jeremy Colton was going to be a senior this
year, and there were supposed to be a lot of scouts coming to look
him over. His brother, Jaime, was a junior and supposed to be even
better.
I didn't care much. After all, it was the high school. I was glad
they were going to have a hot team. School pride and everything.
But it's a silly game after all. Trying to put a stupid ball through
a hoop. Great for a driveway, but who cared. Not a game of skill
like baseball.
I still didn't have a clue who the babe in the pool was.
"Alana was wearing these really skimpy shorts and Jeremy was all
over her."
Lightbulb!
Tabitha Miller was Tami's best friend and one of the more annoying
people at school. Very nosey and very gossipy. I didn't know what
Tami saw in her. I knew what I saw in her. Nice bod, medium tits
and good legs.
"You know, Tabitha, I can call the manager and have you hauled off
to jail for trespassing in our pool."
"You silly. I'm here with Tami."
"Really, I don't see her."
"Silly, she's not here."
"Then you're trespassing."
"She had to go somewhere with her mother. She'll be back in a half
hour or so."
"But right now, you're not here with someone from the park?"
"I guess not," she admitted.
"It's okay. You can wait outside the fence."
"But..."
I didn't hear the rest of it because I chose that moment to run and
dive into the water. I swam underwater to the opposite side of the
pool, then turned and swam to the shallow end, surfacing in the three
foot section.
"But I don't want to wait outside," she said with a pout.
"Then I guess you'll have to be my guest," I said and bowed,
plunging my face into the water.
Tabitha giggled.
"And just what do I have to do to become your guest?" she asked
after I'd straightened.
"Not much. You can start by getting out of your suit."
Tabitha threw an arm over her chest and another across her hips.
"I'm not that kind of girl," she said, half indignant and half amused.
"Those are the only kind I have as guests."
"I heard you had Allie as a guest?" she half asked, half accused.
"Your point?" I asked flatly. I was embarrassed but didn't want to
show it. I also didn't want to get Allie dragged into the dirt by
this Hedda Hopper wannabe.
"Nothing," she said lightly and turned away from me.
I dropped into the water and swam toward her. I grabbed her ankles
from behind, pulling myself through her legs and turning so that I
surfaced facing her. I stood, inches away from her.
"Have you ever considered that having sex might be more fun than
talking about other people having it?"
"I don't know... I don't know what you mean," she stammered.
"I think you do," I said, staring her in the eyes until she dropped
her head.
"I..."
"You can tell me about Jeremy's hands on Alana's ass, or..." I
reached around her and put both my hands on her ass and pulled her
closer until the bulge in my Speedos was pressed into her stomach.
"You can't do this," she protested but didn't try to pull away.
"Why?" I asked and pressed my cock harder into her stomach. It
thanked me.
"Tami."
"Tami isn't here. You're here. I'm here." I felt like writing a
song. A sequel to 'If you can't be with the one you love, love the
one you're with.'
"Have you ever kissed a guy? Or do you just tell everybody who
else is doing it?"
"Of course I've kissed guys."
"Good." I closed my mouth to her and let my lips press against
hers. I could feel how tightly she kept her mouth closed but ignored
it.
"Wasn't that better than talking about Bobbi kissing Chad behind
the bleachers?"
"No," she said but not convincingly.
"Really? I must be doing something wrong." I kissed her again,
opening my mouth slightly and running my tongue along the edges of
her lips. I moved my left hand onto the crack of her ass and ran my
middle finger along it. My right hand traced it's way from her butt
cheek to her side, up her rib cage, and finally settled on her
breast. Her nipple felt like a tiny pebble through the fabric of her
suit, so I was satisfied that I was getting her excited.
She wasn't exactly kissing back. But she wasn't fighting back
either.
I broke the kiss, reluctantly removed my hands, and stepped back.
"You want me to go away?"
"I... Tami's my best friend."
I almost said 'What does that have to do with the price of eggs in
China?' and wondered why I was channeling my grandfather.
"So? I'm not her boyfriend. I'm not cheating on her."
"She..."
I really wanted to hear what 'She...', but I was on a roll. "This
isn't about Tami and what she wants. It's about what you want. Do
you want me to go away?"
"No." When it came it was so soft that I almost didn't hear it.
I stepped forward and kissed her again, my hands quickly finding
familiar places. This time my tongue probed her closed lips. I felt
them relax and my tongue plunged forward.
Her tongue surged forward, and they wrestled in her mouth. My
thumb was planted squarely on her nipple, and as I rubbed, a soft
moan escaped her mouth.
My other hand pushed between her legs, and I rubbed the bottom of
her pussy.
She jerked away from me, snapping her mouth closed and almost
taking my tongue with her.
"Time for me to go home?" I asked, trying to keep the amusement out
of my voice.
"No, I... you just surprised me."
"Surprises are what make life worth living," I said, sounding like
a fortune cookie.
"I've never done anything like this before."
"We all have to start somewhere." I reached forward and cupped the
mound of her pussy.
"I..."
"You talk too much." I kissed her again. My tongue, slightly
bruised on it's earlier reconnaissance, nevertheless volunteered to
go back into enemy territory and was welcomed like an old friend.
I took my hand off her pussy mound and used my forefinger to trace
a circle around her mound and then, from the bottom up, I traced the
crease between her pussy lips.
"You have a nice pussy," I told her, breaking the kiss for a bit of
oxygen. She looked slightly shocked that I'd talk about her pussy,
despite what I was actually doing to it. Girls. Go figure. I
decided that I talked too much too.
I kissed her nipple through her suit, then her other. Then I
ducked beneath the water and kissed where I thought her belly button
would be. I went lower and kissed her pelvis. Then I pressed my
face into the crotch of her suit and kissed her pussy for all I was
worth.
I stayed like that for fifteen or twenty seconds, surfaced, took a
big breath of air, and repeated.
The third time, before I pushed my face into her crotch, I wormed
two fingers under the side of the fabric and exposed her pussy to the
world. Well, maybe not the world, but I had a good underwater view.
I gently kissed all around her lips, then pressed my face forward
and kissed her inner lips. Then I had to surface. I kissed her on
her mouth. "Tabby, you taste delicious." The look on her face was a
mixture of pleasure and confusion. I kissed her again and then
started back down. Her nipples, a deep breath, her belly button, and
back to her pussy. I nibbled at her clit and felt her shiver. I
enjoyed sucking on it. I could tell she was enjoying it to.
I could stay like this forever. Except for the burning sensation
in my lungs. Oxygen is so addicting. I needed a fix.
I surfaced and took a big gulp of air.
Either I needed to practice holding my breath or find a new venue.
"The hell with it," I muttered.
I picked up Tabitha and carried her to the side of the pool. I
lifted her up and sat her on the edge, spreading her legs and
lowering my face into her promised land again.
"What if someone comes?" she asked as my tongue probed deep into
her cunt.
I looked up for a second, "Let me know; we'll charge admission."
I went back to her pussy and sucked on her clit again.
"What if Tami..."
"We'll charge her double."
"I..."
"I told you before, you talk too much."
"I..."
I looked her in the eye, "You want me to stop."
"God, no."
I grinned and went back to her pussy. I spread her legs a little
wider and burrowed my face deeply into her crotch. I captured her
clit between my tongue and upper lip and rolled it around.
"Oh God!" she moaned.
Another convert.
"God damn! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!!!"
'Another satisfied client,' I thought as I stood up. I looked
around. So far we weren't the main attraction for anybody.
Tabitha lay back, breathing hard.
"I believe I mentioned that doing it was more fun than talking
about other people doing it," I said smugly.
"Oh fuck! Damn! Jesus!" She shuddered and I wondered if she was
having another orgasm.
When she recovered, I lifted her off the edge of the pool and back
into the water. I looked around. We were still alone. I guided her
to the shallowest part of the pool. The water was about two-and-a-
half feet high and came to just below my crotch. I pushed my Speedos
down my legs, letting my cock swing free.
Tabitha, who hadn't covered her pussy yet, stared wide-eyed.
"What...?"
"Just relax," I instructed softly.
I put my hands on her shoulders and pressed down gently. She
resisted for several seconds. I didn't press harder, but I didn't
stop pressing either. Then she relaxed and dropped to her knees.
The water came to her neck. And she was eye level with my battering
ram. I hoped it wouldn't scare her, but right now it really wanted
some attention of it's own.
"I've never..."
"You've done a few things that you've never," I said with a grin.
"Have you regretted anything yet?"
"I guess not."
If she only guessed, the orgasm I gave her must not have been as
good as I thought.
I leaned forward as slowly as I could, until the tip of my cock
brushed against her lips. For a second, nothing; then she pulled
away. We stayed like that, then she leaned forward until her lips
were barely touching again. Ten-year-old Kelly hadn't been as
tentative as this.
Then she kissed my cock. Just for a second.
She leaned forward to kiss it again, but it jerked and slapped her
in the nose. She pulled back as if stung.
I struggled not to laugh. "Give me your hand."
She lifted it up above the water. I took it and placed it gently
on the base of my cock. "That will make it easier," I told her. She
wrapped her fingers around my cock. She looked up at me, blushed,
then looked back at my cock in her hand.
She kissed my cock again, this time holding the head against her
sucking lips for almost three seconds. I wished I could let her move
at her own pace, but my cock was getting insistent. There was also
the problem of being in the middle of a public pool.
I put my hand on the back of her head and slowly pulled her toward
my steely rod. I expected her to resist, but she opened her mouth
and my cock slide in. As I bumped into the back of her throat she
closed her lips around the base of my cock. I slowly withdrew until
only the head was trapped by her lips, then I thrust forward again.
Her lips clutched at my shaft, and her tongue pretended to be the
proverbial inchworm measuring the marigold as it explored every inch.
I built a rhythm of thrusts, and she reached up and grabbed my ass,
helping me fuck her mouth. I'd created a monster.
I saw the back door of Alana's house open and Mikee look out. She
must have come home a few minutes ago. I wondered if Mrs. Parker
really did have another concert.
Mikee looked toward the pool and saw me. She started to wave and
stopped. Her mouth opened wide, and she held her hand over her eyes
to shield them from the glare of the sun. I think Mikee knew exactly
what was happening.
Kelly stepped out next to Mikee, and they whispered together.
Damn. I was turned on by having my two little cuties watch me
getting a blowjob in the middle of the pool. I felt my balls swell.
I wanted to warn Tabitha, but somehow I couldn't seem to get the
words out before my cock pulsed and a surge of cum coated the back of
her throat. I pictured thousands of little swimmers searching for an
egg and finding only tonsils.
As surge after surge of cum shot out and down the back of her
throat, Tabitha coughed but kept swallowing. Then the strength left
my legs, and with a groan I sank to my knees, my cock slipping from
her mouth.
I looked Tabitha in the eye. "That was awesome."
She blushed.
"Hi guys!" the girls yelled as they ran in the gate towards us,
dressed in their bikinis.
I reached down and pulled up my suit.
I could see Tabitha fiddling with her suit under the water.
"Hi," Tabitha said, standing and moving away from me. I grinned,
knowing she was embarrassed.
"What are you up to?" Mikee asked with a knowing smile.
"Nothing!" Tabitha said quickly.
"Do you know Mikee and Kelly? These are Alana's sisters."
"Uh, hi."
"This is Tabitha. A friend of Tami's."
Mikee's eyes opened wide as she digested that.
"Your sister really likes her boyfriend, Jeremy. I saw them
earlier," Tabitha said, searching for a way to break the silence.
"That's not her boyfriend," Kelly explained.
"Yeah, she's going out with Mike Briant," Mikee added.
"Really?" Tabitha asked and moved toward the girls.
I shook my head and waded toward the steps out of the pool.
As I let myself out the gate, I saw Tami and her mom drive up.
I remembered that I really didn't like Tabitha, and it looked like
her gossipy ways weren't changing anytime soon.
I still didn't like her, but I had to admit that was a hell of a
first blowjob.
I wondered if Tabby would gossip about this.
Chapter XX
It was about six on Friday.
Mikee had left a few minutes before, and I was getting ready to go
back to the pool when the doorbell rang.
I wondered if it was Kelly. Slightly out of order, but always
welcome.
I opened the door with a grin.
Kenny was standing there. Kenny had never come to my house again.
I wasn't really happy that he had come now.
"Yes," I said without any friendliness.
"Hi. I..."
I didn't say anything more, I just waited.
"I, um, I wondered..."
While he stammered, I wondered if he knew about me and his little
sisters. But if he did, he would have started the conversation with
a fist.
"I wondered if you had any booze?" he finally got out.
I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't that.
"If I had booze, why would I give it to you?"
"Well, you see, uh, the girls wanted it, they..."
Now I understood.
It had been an interesting week. I didn't know if it was torture
or pleasure most of the time.
Alana had friends. Man, did she have friends. And they were here.
Monday, three of Alana's friends had shown up from Olympia, and all
week long she and they had been hanging around.
Mostly around the pool.
Their four bikinis put together used less material than most girls'
one.
Surprisingly, I spent a lot of time at the pool this week too. But
so did Paul. And Kenny. Even Kenny's little brother Peter.
So did Mikee and Kelly, though for different reasons. Since Alana
was going to be around all week, they'd been paroled.
Actually it worked out pretty good. Alana and her three friends,
Marcia, Stephanie and Victoria, would torture me to a ever-lasting
hard-on, and then I'd announce that I was going home for awhile. A
few minutes later either Mikee or Kelly would show up. They'd gone
back to taking turns.
After half an hour or so, she'd go back to the pool, and fifteen
minutes later, so would I. Three or four blowjobs a day and all the
pussy I could eat. I guess I wasn't having that bad a week.
Mom and Dad were at Traci's end-of-camp recital. I couldn't
remember if it was drama camp this week or dance camp. But I had the
place to myself.
"What exactly did the girls want?" I asked, coming back to reality.
"Uh, they want to have a party tonight, and said Bobby and I could
come if we had some booze." Bobby was a friend of his from down the
road.
"So why would I give you any?"
"I'd pay you."
"No thanks," I said and closed the door.
I waited right there, and a minute later Kenny knocked.
"Yes?" I asked, opening the door for him.
"Twenty bucks."
I looked at him for about ten seconds, as if considering. "Don't
think so." I started to close the door again.
"And they..." he started in a normal voice, "want you to come." He
finished in almost a whisper. It must have killed him to say that.
"Why?"
"They think you're cute," he snarled.
I know that had to hurt.
"What do they want?"
"Whatever you can get," he said grudgingly, forgetting this was all
his idea.
"I can get anything," I said confidently. "What do they want?"
Kenny looked skeptical. "Alana said rum and Marcia said vodka."
I grinned. "Does Alana like white, gold or dark rum?"
Kenny stomped off.
I didn't drink much myself. Couldn't stand beer, but I'd have a
glass of something at a party or whatever. And it just happened that
my best bud, Luke, had a dad who owned a liquor store. I called him
up, and an hour later his dad brought him by with a backpack that I'd
'forgotten' at his house.
Inside, wrapped in some t-shirts, were a bottle of Myer's rum and
Stolichnaya vodka. Nothing but the best for my girls.
* * *
Kenny came by about nine, after it had started to get dark. I
grabbed the backpack, and we headed for his house. I wasn't
surprised when he didn't talk.
Outside his back door, Alana, her friends, and Bobby were waiting.
The girls looked like a spread in Playboy. Maybe Girls of
Washington High Schools. They were all wearing cut-offs and half
shirts. Marcia had the most respectable cut-offs. They were at
least two-and-a-half inches below her crotch.
"Did you get something?" Bobby asked as we walked up.
I gave him a look of pity and smiled at the girls.
Kenny picked up a flashlight that had been sitting on the back step
and led us behind the trailer court and back into the woods. He took
the same path that I used when I was looking at my owl but led us
past my spot to a large clearing.
Someone, sometime, had cut down three trees and pulled them into a
triangle. The area at the center had been cleared and a fire pit dug.
Kenny must have prepared earlier, because now he pulled a lighter out
of his pocket and lit some newspaper and a fire started. I noticed
there was even a stack of firewood behind one of the logs.
Kenny and Bobby sat down on one log. Stephanie and Alana sat on
the second, and Victoria and Marcia took the third.
For a minute I was tempted to sit on the log with Kenny and Bobby.
All these girls were so far out of my league I didn't have a chance.
Then I remembered another night with a girl out of my league. I
didn't have a chance, so I took a shot, expecting to be shot down and
interesting things had been happening with Paula ever since.
Besides, they thought I was cute.
I sat down between Victoria and Marcia.
Kenny glared at me.
I set the backpack down in front of me and zipped it open. "For
you." I pulled out the bottle of Stoli and handed it to Marcia. "And
for you." I pulled out the Myers and handed it across to Alana.
"Good stuff," she said, looking at the label.
"What about us?" Victoria demanded from next to me, indicating
herself and Stephanie.
"And what are you going to do for your bottle?" I asked with an
obvious leer.
"What did they do for theirs?" Stephanie asked.
I stood and bowed to her. "A gentleman never tells."
Stephanie giggled and Alana blushed. I couldn't see the girls
beside me.
I shrugged, "Actually, Kenny didn't get your order in. Maybe you
can share."
We did.
We sat around for half an hour, taking turns drinking from the
bottles they passed around and watching the fire as it crackled in
front of us.
Mostly the girls talked about people they all knew in Olympia while
the other guys and I listened.
"You know what I miss the most?" Alana asked after they'd been
discussing parties. "Seven minutes in heaven with the Hewlett
brothers."
They all giggled, and I couldn't help wondering if she played with
one at a time or all the brothers, however many there were, at once.
A few minutes later, Marcia, who was showing some of the signs from
the vodka suggested, "We could play here."
"Yeah, with my little brother and his dweeb friends," Alana said,
shooting down the idea.
But after the bottles passed around a few more times, the vodka
almost gone and only half the rum remaining, the idea resurfaced.
The girls decided that a little seven minutes was just what the night
needed. Us guys weren't consulted, I guess they assumed that we'd go
along with whatever they wanted to do. Pretty safe assumption.
If you've never played seven minutes, I highly recommend it. It's
usually played in a house with a closet. Two people are selected and
go into the closet and seven minutes later come out. But lots of
things can happen in a dark closet in seven minutes.
Bobby had brought a deck of cards with him, probably figuring that
he could talk the drunk girls into some strip poker. Alana took the
cards, and the girls figured out a system and drew a card each. Then
Alana announced that Bobby was going off with Stephanie.
Bobby looked a little green, and Stephanie giggled.
I was the only one wearing a watch. Alana confiscated it, looked
at the couple, and said "Time." Stephanie took the flashlight, and
the two of them moved off down the trail. A few seconds later, the
light clicked off.
We sat around the fire and listened to the sounds of the night. My
owl hooted, something scampered through the brush, then there was a
human sound I couldn't identify. A few seconds later, the light
clicked on and started moving towards us.
As Stephanie came into the clearing, she announced, "Romeo tossed
his cookies." Bobby followed her, looking sick and ashamed.
The girls giggled and started reminiscing about a similar incident
in a closet with a girl named Debbie and a guy named Carl. I wasn't
sure which one of them tossed the cookies, and I wasn't about to ask.
After a couple of minutes Alana shuffled the cards, and they each
drew one. Alana announced that her brother would be escorting
Victoria into the woods. She set the timer on my watch, said "Time,"
and we watched again as the light disappeared into the trees and
clicked out. Before we could turn back to the fire, we heard a loud
slap and Victoria came stomping back into the clearing. After a few
seconds, Kenny followed her with the flashlight.
"Your brother has very rude hands," she said, roughly grabbed her
crotch, and sat back down in her place.
I wondered if there was going to be a third round of the game. As
Kenny came back into the firelight we could still see the imprint of
Victoria's hand on his cheek.
Alana sighed and shuffled the cards again.
I had no clue if the girls were rotating, or we were, or it was
totally random. I just knew I didn't want to pair up with Alana,
because I'd freak, or Victoria, who was still simmering.
"Marcia, you're up," Alana said after all the girls had drawn
cards. Then she hooked her thumb at me.
I stood and took the flashlight from Kenny, then motioned Marcia
toward the trail, lighting the way for her. When we were about fifty
feet from the clearing, we stopped and I clicked off the light and
put it in my back pocket.
We stood in the darkness looking at each other. Actually, with the
full moon it wasn't all that dark.
"And what would you like me to rub?" I asked softly.
"What makes you think I want anything rubbed?" she asked, her tone
putting me in my place.
"I thought that was why we were here."
"My feet. Rub my feet."
"Sit down."
"Why?" she asked suspiciously.
"Because it's easier to rub your feet when you're not standing on
them," I explained with a small laugh.
"You're going to rub my feet?" She seemed surprised.
I stepped forward, scooped her up, and deposited her ass on the
leafy ground. I picked up a leg, pulled off her sandal, and propped
it on my own leg. Then I started rubbing her foot.
"You do that pretty good. Do the other one," she commanded after
about a minute. She switched feet, and I rubbed the other one,
conscious that seconds where ticking away and the clock was not my
friend.
"I do even better on other body parts," I suggested after about
thirty seconds.
"Which body parts?"
"All the good ones," I said with a grin that she couldn't see, but
which tinted my voice.
"You're either full of it, or full of yourself."
I grinned again and let her foot down. I stepped behind her and,
mentally crossing my fingers, reached under her arms and cupped her
breasts. No bra. I lifted her to her feet and then gently started
rubbing a single finger around each of her nipples and the
surrounding areolas.
"You've been practicing," she moaned.
"Only once."
I was wondering whether I could risk a journey south with one of my
hands when I heard "Time!"
I silently cursed the inventor of this game. Why wasn't it
thirteen minutes in heaven? Thirteen was my lucky number.
I pulled the flashlight out of my back pocket and lit the way as we
walked back. As we came into the firelight I saw a look of surprise
on Alana's face and a look of loathing on Kenny's. I stepped next to
Marcia and looked at her. She was looking very satisfied.
Damn, I'm good.
Alana picked up the cards and shuffled them. Then the girls each
drew one. Before they looked at them I saw some looks pass between
them that I knew were significant but couldn't read.
"Victoria and Tony."
I smiled at Victoria, hoping she was over her mad, and picked up
the flashlight again.
When we got to the second clearing and clicked off the light, I
asked, "And what do you like rubbed?"
"What?"
"Marcia has sensitive nipples and likes getting them rubbed."
Normally I try not to talk about other girls, but I had a feeling
that these four shared the information anyway. "What do you like?"
Even in the darkness I could feel her eyes boring into me.
"The same I guess."
I stepped up to her and put my hands on her flat stomach, then slid
them upwards, under her half shirt and onto her small breasts. I
waited for the slap, but it didn't come. Victoria had the smallest
tits of the four girls. Where Marcia had tits the size of softballs,
Victoria's were about half a baseball.
I adjusted my hands so that my thumbs covered her nipples and
started to apply gentle pressure.
"Do you like Victoria or Vicky?" I felt like an ass as soon as I
asked. It was kind of a 'As long as I'm playing with your tits, why
don't I get to know you?' kind of question.
"Victoria," she said and I heard her breathing speed up.
"Pretty name." Another stupid thing to say, and to keep from
saying anything else stupid, I took her nipple into my mouth and put
my spare hand on her thigh. When she didn't complain, I moved it
lightly onto her crotch.
She still hadn't slapped my head off, so I squeezed her crotch as
rhythmically as I could through the denim.
"Time!"
I gave her nipple a last flick of my tongue and her crotch a last
squeeze and stood up.
"Are you sure you're only twelve?" she asked as I lighted her way
back to the fire.
"Thirteen," I corrected as we stepped back into the firelight.
We sat down, and as I glanced at Kenny, I wondered if I should hire
a bodyguard. The kid was not a happy camper.
The cards were drawn and Victoria said, "Looks like Alana and
Bobby," before Alana could say anything else.
I was beginning to think the game was rigged.
Alana gave her a curt nod, stood, and handed Stephanie my watch.
Then she and Bobby walked into the woods. Bobby still didn't look
well. I hoped he wouldn't hurl all over her.
I put my arms around Marcia and Victoria, earning a fierce look
from Kenny. I thought about slipping my hands under the girls
shirts, but decided that would be pushing too far.
Kenny looked over at Stephanie, but the look he got back was not an
invitation and he stayed where he was. We all sat, watching the fire
until the watch buzzed and Stephanie yelled "Time!" into the forest.
The couple walked back into the clearing. I'd guess that Bobby
kept down his lunch but hadn't even touched the brunette goddess of
the trailer park.
They sat back in their spots, and Alana picked up the cards and
shuffled for a long time. Finally she held the deck out to the other
girls and they each drew.
"Stephanie and Tony."
When the darkness surrounded us in the second clearing, I stepped
close to Stephanie but didn't touch. "The other girls liked having
their breasts rubbed, but I'd guess you're tired of guys mauling your
tits." Stephanie had the largest tits of the group. They were the
size of cantaloupes, and the bottoms peeked out from beneath her shirt.
"God, yes," she agreed.
"Maybe we can find something better," I suggested and lightly
brushed the crotch of her cut-offs with my fingertips.
She didn't pull away. "You think you're pretty hot, don't you?"
I was rubbing her crotch with the lightest touch of my fingers. I
knew she could feel me, but just barely. "No. I think you're hot.
I'm just lukewarm. But I'm trying." She still hadn't complained so I
rubbed harder.
She moaned but said, "You're not that good."
"I'll just have to try harder." I dropped to my knees and pulled
down the zipper on her fly. I eased open her cut-offs and then
started to pull them down. As soon as her panties were exposed, I
pressed my face into her crotch and nuzzled her pussy.
"Don't..." she said, still not trying to get away.
"Okay." I pulled down her panties and started licking the prize.
She groaned again. "You shouldn't."
"I'll stop." I plunged my tongue deep into her pussy.
"Ohhawgeefuoh!" she moaned. I couldn't translate that, so I
ignored it and licked her pussy.
Suddenly she grabbed me by the ears and pulled.
"Time!"
"You didn't hear that," she whispered and pulled my face tighter
into her pussy.
Who was I to argue with an eleventh grader. I kept licking.
"Time!" I heard louder.
Stephanie pulled my ears back, and I fell on my butt. "Damn!" she
said as she pulled her panties and shorts back up.
"Yeah," I agreed as I reached up and massaged my sore ears. Note
to self: get head harness to wear for girls like Stephanie. I
didn't think I'd made her cum, but I was sure I proved that eighth
grade guys could make girls feel good.
"I called you a minute ago," Alana complained as we walked back to
the fire.
"Didn't hear you," Stephanie said.
"If you fix your fly it might help your hearing," Alana suggested
cattily. I lanced down and saw that her fly was completely open. I
also saw those panties of hers were purple. As she zipped up without
a trace of embarrassment, I thought Kenny's eyes would bug out of his
head.
"Think we should call it a night?" Stephanie asked without sitting
down.
"I think we have time for one more," Alana said and started
shuffling cards.
I sat down and put my arms around Marcia and Victoria again.
"Marcia and my brother," Alana announced after the girls had drawn
their cards.
Marcia did not look like she was all that happy about it, so I gave
her shoulder a squeeze before she stood up.
As they disappeared into the woods, I caught Stephanie's eye and
then looked down at the empty place beside me. She grinned but shook
her head. Can't win them all.
Alana yelled "Time!" and the two came back quickly. As Marcia came
back into the light she pantomimed something to the other girls. If
I read it right, Kenny had pulled out his cock and tried to get her
to hold it, then jacked off when she wouldn't. She sat down next to
me and snuggled close to my side.
When Kenny came back into the light, I noticed that the bulge in
his pants had shrunk.
Unfortunately, that made me more conscious of the bulge in mine.
I didn't think asking Alana, when we went back, to ask Kelly to
come out for a few minutes would be in my best interests. Or the
best interests of my balls staying attached to my body.
Stephanie grabbed the cards and gave them a fast shuffle. "One
more."
Each girl took a card and even before they turned them over,
Stephanie announced, "Looks like the last couple is Alana and Tony."
She grinned at me.
I flashed on Christians being thrown to a pit of Lions. Hungry,
cranky lions.
Then I flashed on the same coliseum and a proud gladiator saying,
"We who are about to die salute you."
I stood.
"Could I see my watch for a second?"
Alana handed it over as Kenny asked, "Out past curfew? Afraid
Mommy is going to beat your bottom?"
I ignored him and handed the watch to Stephanie. Alana already had
the flashlight, and we walked the familiar path to the second clearing.
We stopped and faced each other, then Alana clicked off the
flashlight and I could hear it drop to the ground.
"I hope you don't think you're..."
"Stephanie said you're horny and need a good cum," I interrupted.
"I don't need... Stephanie said that?"
"She said it's been a long time since you really got your rocks off."
"I don't..."
I never found out what she didn't, as I covered her mouth with mine
and kissed her hard. Her lips tasted like the rum she'd been
drinking. My left hand found her ass and started rubbing through her
cut-offs. Did I mention I hate denim? My other hand moved under her
shirt to her breast. We who are about to die...
Alana kissed back and didn't try to move my hands. I wondered just
how much of the rum she had drunk.
I had a moment of guilt; then Alana's hand settled on the bulge in
my shorts. My cock spasmed and released a gallon of baby juice into
my shorts. Maybe just a quart; I didn't take time to measure.
I pulled away, hoping she hadn't noticed, and dropped to my knees.
"She said something about inserting something long, pink, and
flexible into a slot."
"If you think I'm going to let you..."
I was already unzipping her cut-offs and pulling them and her
panties down. We who are about to die...
Alana stood stock still. I took a deep breath and stuck out my
tongue, then leaned forward and pushed it without warning deep into
her cunt. I might be struck down any second, but I would have tasted
goddess pussy.
"You can't..."
My tongue flicked against her clitoris and everyone of the eight
thousand nerves told her I could.
"Ohhhh!" She stopped complaining and moaned. My tongue dove deep
into her tunnel and she moaned again. Then I took her clit between
my lips and sucked on it. I felt her shudder and stiffen and I knew
I had brought a goddess to the cum she needed. And if she never found
out that Stephanie hadn't suggested it, I might live to enjoy the
memory.
"Damn, why couldn't you be a senior?" she asked after a minute.
"Because I'm thirteen."
"You could teach the older guys a thing or two."
I had no idea what to say to that, so for once I shut up.
"Now it's your turn."
I blushed, glad the darkness hid it. I didn't want to tell her
that I'd already cum from her brief touch. Then I realized that I
was hard again. Steel hard. Titanium steel alloy hard.
I stood, and Alana dropped to her knees, pulling my shorts and
underwear down with her. Her hand found my cock and then her tongue
followed. My cock jerked in her hand, and I willed it to be good.
To last.
I blushed hard, knowing she had to be aware of the mess from my
previous explosion, but she made no comment.
She ran her tongue all around the head, then across the pisshole.
I tried to think unsexy thoughts, but all I could focus on was the
high priestess of sex had my cock in her mouth. I could feel my
semen building up, ready to explode into her mouth.
Then her fingertips played at the base of my balls and my need
wasn't so urgent. Her mouth enveloped my cock, and her lips slid all
the way to the base and back. She held my head in her mouth, and I
felt the pressure building up again. She sucked my whole cock back
into her mouth, and as I bumped into the back of her throat my balls
released their torrent.
Alana calmly and expertly milked me dry.
She stood and kissed me as I swayed in weakness. I could taste my
own cum on her lips, but I kissed back hard.
"Tiger, where have you been all my life?"
"Half a dozen trailers away." I flashed on Alana and both her
sisters on one bed with me. Then I flashed on Alana using my
baseball bat to beat me to a bloody pulp.
"It's been a long seven minutes," she murmured as her hand caressed
my soft shrunken cock.
"I may have, accidentally of course, turned off the buzzer."
Alana laughed softly.
"As drunk as they are, they won't notice for half-an-hour at
least," Alana suggested. "Think you can get this thing hard again?"
It was already starting to stir in her hand. "I need a nice slow
fuck."
I pictured myself on top of Alana, my cock plunging into her cunt.
It was like the holy grail of the trailer park.
"Oh, God," I moaned.
I pictured myself on top of Alana, my cock plunging into her cunt.
It was like the golden fleece.
I dropped my head to her chest, pulled up her shirt and sucked on
her tit.
I pictured myself on top of Alana, my cock plunging into her cunt.
"We'd better get back," I said softly and started gathering my
clothes. I found the flashlight on the ground, picked it up and
clicked it on. "The others are pretty drunk. It's time to get them
home." I didn't look at Alana's face, but I did look at her pussy.
It was just as beautiful as I'd known it would be. Alana gathered
her clothes and dressed quickly.
It was a perfect pussy, I thought as I watched it disappear.
A god-damned perfect pussy.
Chapter XXI
I came out of the forest dragging the shovel. I set it by the
storage and mentally thanked Mr. Lansing for loaning it to me,
especially since he didn't know he had.
I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. They felt red, stung by
the sweat that had dripped into them. At least, I was sure that was
all it was.
Looking out at the road in front of the trailer, I saw Tami
walking. Just strolling actually. Getting some exercise.
That was all I needed today. I decided to stay here until she'd
gone on.
Then I changed my mind. Whatever else had happened, she deserved
to know.
I walked out onto the road and started moving up behind her.
When I was about three steps behind her she heard my footsteps and
looked around. "Oh, it's you." That pretty much summed up our
relationship the last couple of months. "I don't want to..."
"He's dead."
"I said... What? Who's dead?" She stopped and stared at me.
"The owl. He's dead."
Tami's face softened. "I'm sorry." She stepped closer until we
were only a foot apart. "I know how much you liked that owl."
"Orville. I named him Orville. I don't know if he had a brother
Wilbur."
"That's cute."
I glared at her. It wasn't supposed to be cute. It was an homage.
"I loved to watch him fly. I wished he'd fly in the daylight when I
could have seen him better."
Tami nodded, and we stood there, staring at each other in the
middle of the road.
"Somebody shot him," I said and stepped past her and started
walking away. I could feel her following but didn't turn around.
There was nothing more to say.
I'd found him this afternoon. The blood was fresh enough that I
knew it happened today or last night, but there was nothing I could
do. I'd borrowed Lansing's shovel from his shed and buried Orville
by the side of the creek. I hoped the image in Jonathan Livingston
Seagull was right, and that Orville had moved up a level and was
still flying.
We walked in silence. Then, just before we got to the pool, I
heard laughter. As I passed the side of Alana's trailer, I saw Kenny
sitting on the back steps, a rifle between his legs. He was pushing
a cleaning rod down the barrel and talking to Bobby. I hadn't seen
either of them since that night with Alana and her friends a week ago.
"...shot it right between the eyes."
"Shot what between the eyes?" I asked, turning toward him.
"The big bird. It was huge," Kenny said standing and laying the
rifle against the stairs, cleaning rod still in the barrel.
"An owl?" I asked as I came up to him.
"Yeah, two shots right between the eyes." Kenny made a pistol with
his thumb and forefinger, then dropped the imaginary hammer.
I looked down at my feet. "Actually, you got it in the left wing
and the stomach."
"So?"
I looked back up, and Kenny looked annoyed that I was ruining his
story. He balled his fist, whether in warning or reflex, I didn't
know.
"I'd guess you got the second shot while he was lying on the ground."
"Why do you say that?"
I reached around him and picked up the rifle. "Single shot," I
explained examining it.
Kenny reached for the gun.
I smiled, then jerked the gun over my head by the barrel and
smashed it to the ground. The receiver and buttstock shattered.
Kenny stared wide-eyed. "That was a birthday present. You're
going to pay for that."
I grinned. "Tell your mom to send me a bill, right after she pays
the five thousand dollar fine for you shooting an owl on the
endangered list."
Kenny's face fell. I don't think Orville was on the endangered
list. He wasn't spotted or anything. But Kenny wasn't bright enough
to know that.
"You think you're a..."
I never learned what I thought I was. My fist smashed into his
stomach right about then, and he lost interest in talking. My second
fist smashed into his nose and mouth a second later, and I was
rewarded with a spray of blood and, I think, a tooth. Kenny fell
backwards and sat on the ground looking up at me, quivering.
I stood over him, trying to tower as I looked down. "If you ever
hurt another animal, I'll break you in half. If you see me, you
better go the other way." I spat at his feet, turned and walked away.
I cut up the path on the other side of the pool and headed toward
the front of the park. It wasn't until I was crossing Elizabeth
Taylor that I realized Tami was still following me. I ignored her
and kept going. I crossed Annette Funicello and plopped down on the
lawn in front of the park.
A second later, Tami sat down a couple of feet away.
We sat there watching the traffic go by for several minutes.
Traffic might be an overstatement. Four cars, a pickup, and a farm
tractor.
"I used to be real proud of the fact that I had never hit anybody
first," I said, as much to myself as Tami. "I've been in a few
fights. What kid hasn't? But I never ever threw the first punch."
"That's good," Tami murmured.
I turned my head and looked Tami in the eyes. "Right now, I'm
proud that I creamed that little sadist."
Tami gave me a half smile that I could read like a book. She was
saying 'Violence is never the way, but man did you nail that creep.'
Conflicting emotions can be great. I turned and looked at the road
again.
I was tempted to giver her Heinlein's lecture on violence never
settling anything. I think it was in "Starship Troopers." Robert A.
had a way with philosophy and could slip it into his stories so
neatly that you never knew you were getting a dose.
But I stared at the road instead.
"He deserved it," Tami said after a long time. "I know it's never
right to hit anybody, but he deserved it."
First thing we'd agreed on since May.
I didn't know what to say, so I stayed quiet. See? I can be taught.
It felt good sitting here with Tami, even though I knew it couldn't
last.
Tami said something that I didn't catch.
"What?" I asked without turning.
"I said, I've missed you."
"I..." I could feel my heart racing. I wanted to jump on her and
kiss her and pick up where we left off. But I knew it was that easy.
After a long pause, "I've missed you,too," I said quietly, still
facing the road but not seeing anything.
"What happened?" she asked.
"Life just gets in the way some times."
"That bitch, Paula..."
I spun around and stared at her. "Paula is not a bitch."
"She..."
"She helped me with my science homework the night you got mad. Now
that's bitchy." I turned back to the road.
"She, I, oh! You should have told me."
"And just when could I have done that?"
"Oh."
I turned and looked her in the eye again.
Have you ever had one of those moments when you know you can get
exactly what you want by saying or doing something, but you know you
wouldn't be true to who you were if you didn't say something else
instead?
Here we were. I could stop now and let Tami apologize for not
letting me explain. Everything could go back to how it was before.
Happy ending. Cut! Print! That's a wrap!
Except I couldn't do that.
"And just why should I have to?" I said.
Tami's face clouded.
"If you had asked what Paula and I had done that night, I would
have told you that it was between Paula and me. And you still would
have thought she was fucking my brains out."
Tami looked like she was ready to cry, and I couldn't bear to watch
that. I turned back to the road again. "So I guess we're done."
I expected Tami to leave, but she sat there. Girls! Who can
figure them?
"Tony?"
I swallowed. My throat was dry. I turned and looked at her again.
"I'm sorry."
My heart stopped as I tried to figure out just what she meant and
what it meant for us. And if there was an us. "I..."
She held up a finger to silence me.
"It hurt when I'd see you with Paula. Or Allie. But I wouldn't
even talk to you, so I really shouldn't have been mad. You're
just... you. I need to accept that."
We were almost friends again. I wondered if I should tell her
about Tabitha? I'd hate to lose her again over the old 'You had sex
with my best friend' thing.
"And I know something happened with Tabby."
I hate it when girls read my mind.
"She was so guilty when I came back, it was obvious." Tami smiled
and giggled.
Damn, I love that smile.
"I'm not sure if I want to pretend it never happened, or pry all
the juicy details out of you." Her grin, saying that, was pure evil.
I, wisely, said nothing.
We sat there a long time, just looking at each other. I think we
were so happy that we were talking that we didn't know what to say.
"Do you think another will move into the woods? Maybe Wilbur?"
"I don't know," I told her. I don't know if owls are territorial
or what.
We returned to the silence. But silence with Tami was better than
anything any other girl could say.
Then the four words popped into my head. I knew that I shouldn't
say them, not out loud. They were the last thing in the world I
should say right now.
"I almost fucked Alana."
I don't know why, but I had to tell her.
"You almost... Alana!"
Tami was lying on the grass, propped up on an elbow, and I couldn't
help dragging my eyes over every inch of her.
"Alana?" she repeated.
"She was a little drunk," I explained. "When her friends were here
we kind of had a little party in the woods."
Tami laughed, and I looked at her questioningly.
"I was just wondering if beating up her brother was going to keep
you out of her pants? Or help you in?"
I grinned, surprised that Tami was taking it like this.
"Considering her relationship with her brother, it's hard to know."
"I think you blew it. Family pride and all that," Tami said with
another laugh.
"You don't get it."
"I don't?"
"I could have had her. I didn't want her."
"You didn't?"
"I enjoyed messing around with her. Damn! Did I enjoy messing
around. But when the time came, I didn't want to fuck her."
"You didn't?"
"Don't spread that around," I said, trying to lighten the moment.
"I'm pretty sure that not wanting to fuck Alana would be enough to
keep me out of the Air Force, even with their don't ask, don't tell."
It took her a few seconds, but Tami got the joke and laughed. "I
think you're right," she agreed.
"I was standing there in the woods. Naked. Looking at Alana's
perfect body. Also naked. And I realized there was only one girl I
wanted."
"Paula?"
"No."
"Allie?"
"No."
"Me? You want to fuck me?" she asked in a whisper.
"No, I don't want to fuck you."
Tami looked confused.
"I want to make love to you." I almost added 'in the worst way,'
but didn't want to turn this into a comedy routine.
Tami looked stunned.
"I... I... I've never done anything like that," she stammered.
"Neither have I."
"I don't know."
I stood and offered her my hand. "Someday, you will."
I pulled her to her feet, and we looked at each other again, almost
as if we'd never seen each other before. Then Tami launched herself
at me, her mouth opening as it closed with mine and her tongue
exploding into my mouth.
My cock seemed to explode too. Suddenly it was at full attention
and pressed into Tami's leg through my shorts.
When Tami showed no sign of ending our kiss, I slid my hand onto
her butt and started rubbing. She was wearing light shorts, and I
could feel the heat of her body through them and her panties.
I was thinking about putting my other hand on her breast when her
hand closed on my cock. The effect was like an electric shock. I
felt like I had an orgasm without the mess of cumming. Her hand held
me, and I wanted to stay like this forever. But I was also conscious
that we were getting hot and heavy right in the middle of everything,
and people would be coming home from work soon. Including Tami's
mom. Hell, including my mom.
Suddenly Tami pulled away, giving my cock a last squeeze before
letting go.
"I've wanted to do that for so long," she said.
"Me too." Lame, but I was still in shock.
"When I saw you in the pool with Allie, fooling around, I wanted to
drown her and take her place.
I wondered what her reaction would have been if she'd seen the
action with Tabby.
I took her hand and started walking us toward the back of the park.
"I want you to know that when they put you in jail for killing one of
my girlfriends, I'll visit every week. Conjugally if possible."
Tami stopped and looked at me. "How many girlfriends are you
planning to have?"
"Six or eight to keep things interesting. No more than ten."
Tami laughed. "We'll negotiate later. Let's go to my house."
"It's almost five. Your mom..."
"My mom won't be home till after ten tonight. And by then..."
She didn't finish her sentence, but I was hoping that by then Tami
would not be eligible to be sacrificed to any volcano gods. I wasn't
trying to seduce an innocent girl. I was trying to be prepared if
Mount St. Helens started acting up and the locals got ideas. I was
being a Samaritan.
Tami let me into her house. It was like deja vu. The living room
was so familiar, yet I hadn't been here for months.
Tami led me to her bedroom in the back of the house. I'd seen it
before, but only once or twice. Her bed was made, big surprise,
knowing Tami, and covered with a blue bedspread covered with
cartoonish rocket ships.
"Repulsive, isn't it?" she said, seeing where my eyes had focused.
"My aunt got it for me. I happened to mention I liked sci-fi books
about space exploration, like Ben Bova." Tami sat down on the bed.
"It looks like something a nine-year-old boy might have on his bed."
"Eight," I corrected.
Tami shot me a look, then grinned and nodded.
Tami sat on the bed, and I stood in her doorway and wondered what
to do next. I didn't want to blow this.
Then Tami scooted back onto the middle of the bed. She spread her
legs, knees in the air and feet next to her butt. "Take me," she
whispered in what she thought was a sexy manner.
I couldn't help it. I laughed. It was too much like one of the
late movies on Cinemax.
Tami looked like she was about to cry again, and I wanted to kick
myself.
"Don't try to be sexy. It comes off phony and that's why I
laughed. You are sexy. Just be natural," I said as I stepped up to
the foot of the bed.
"I never done this before. I don't know how to be natural," she
complained.
I laughed and climbed onto the bed on my knees. "Done what before?
There's no plan. We're two kids, just hanging out and seeing what
happens."
"I..."
"I'm not in any hurry. Are you?"
She shook her head. The tentpole in my shorts may have made a liar
out of me, but it sounded good. I scooted forward and lay down next
to her. She turned onto her side so that we were looking at each
other.
"Have I mentioned you're beautiful?" I asked as I put my hand on
her shoulder and gently stroked her arm.
"I'm not," she said automatically.
"Well, maybe not," I agreed, "but you're pretty."
"I'm not," her automatic response came again, but her eyes showed
surprise that I hadn't defended her beauty.
"That's true. But you're cute."
"Hey!"
"What? I'm just trying to get along by agreeing." Tami smiled.
"Personally I think you're beautiful, but if you don't want me to say
it..."
"I do."
"You do what?"
Tami looked like she'd just been caught with one hand in the cookie
jar and crumbs on her lip. "I do want you to tell me I'm beautiful."
"Then stop arguing with me."
"Yes sir," she said meekly.
"That's better." I leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips.
"That was nice," Tami said with a smile. "This is nicer." And she
launched herself on top of me. Her hand found the bulge in my shorts
before her lips covered mine.
Never argue with a girl when she's right, I always say. I reached
up and took her breast in my hand, massaging it through her t-shirt.
She hadn't bothered with a bra, and I applauded her choice.
Tami broke the kiss and scooted up until she was sitting on my
crotch.
"When you played with Tabby, did you play with her tits?"
"A gentleman never tells," I said solemnly, but nodded
enthusiastically as I said it.
"Then, buster, you better play with mine."
I nodded enthusiastically again and reached for the bottom of her t-
shirt and slid both hands up inside it. She leaned forward so that I
could get to her breasts from where I lay.
Her breasts were almost perfect handfuls, and I squeezed them
several time before moving my hands and laying my thumbs on her
nipples. They were skinny little things, but must have had room for
a nerve ending or two because she moaned as I started to rub them.
As I rubbed she wiggled around, and my cock was in heaven.
"Did you suck her tits?" Tami asked after a couple of minutes.
I thought about lying, but didn't want to lie to Tami. "No. She
was wearing a one-piece. But I wanted to."
"Close enough."
She scooted forward again until she was sitting on my stomach.
Then she pulled her t-shirt over her head. My cock might not be
happy, but my eyes sure were. And a second later, when she pushed
her right tit into my mouth, my mouth got real happy, too.
I started with just my lips, sucking on the nipple like a Tootsie
Pop. Maybe a baby with his mother at lunchtime would be a more
appropriate analogy. Then I opened my mouth wider and sucked on her
breast as my tongue explored her areola and tickled at her nipple.
I spent about three minutes on her breast before I switched to the
other one. I didn't want any jealousy.
After a couple of minutes, Tami sat up, pulling her breast out of
my mouth. I was glad to see that she was breathing hard. Behind
her, my cock twitched in my shorts.
"Did you play with her pussy?" Tami asked, then giggled.
I nodded.
"Do you want to play with mine?"
I nodded again. I wasn't sure when I lost the power of speech, but
given a choice between talking or playing with Tami's body, I knew
which one to choose.
I pushed up and flipped her over on her back. She giggled, and I
rolled onto my side and looked down at her. I placed my hand on her
thigh and very slowly raised it along her leg toward her own little
volcano.
She seemed almost annoyed at my slow progress, but I wanted to give
her lots of time to change her mind. Almost two minutes later, I
slid my hand onto the mound in her short. At my touch her hips
bucked up and I pulled my hand away. Tami grabbed my hand and put it
firmly back on her crotch, her hips bucking again.
'Just a little sensitive,' I thought and started running a finger
in a circle around her pussy. Then I started at the bottom and
traced her slit right to the top. She gasped as I touched the top of
her slit, and I wondered if I had grazed her clit. I repeated my
circumnavigation and then the trip up her slot and she gasped again.
So I started rubbing that spot, and her breathing rose quickly, her
hips bucked again, and I could feel her cum hard.
"Tabby liked it, too," I told her, finding my voice.
"You ought to be patented."
I think that was the nicest thing anyone ever said to me.
"Do you want to know what else Tabby did?" I asked with no
ulterior motive other than wanting to be truthful.
"There was more? You didn't?"
"No, but I did..." I grabbed her shorts and pushed them with her
panties down her hips, then I scooted down towards her knees pulling
her shorts with me. I pushed her shorts off her legs and let them
fall on the floor. Tami was lying on the bed in only ankle socks and
tennis shoes, reminding me of some of the modeling sites I'd visited
on the net. Only tasteful nudity of course, and Tami had them all
beat by a mile.
I moved between her legs. "Tabby really really liked this part," I
told her with a grin and lowered my face toward her pussy. I reached
ahead and used my thumbs to pull her open and then pressed my face
into the musky warm folds of my Tami.
'I could die happy now,' I thought, as I nuzzled her most sacred
place with my face. I gingerly pushed my tongue out of my mouth and
explored her inner place.
"You did this to Tabby?" Tami moaned. "She told me she stayed in
the water the whole time I was gonnnnneeee."
I must have hit a good spot.
I lifted my head enough to look up her at body at her. "She did,
mostly." I went back to her pussy and licked it's length.
"But then she'd be..." Tami figured it out.
I looked up again. "I'm good at holding my breath."
I started licking her pussy again, especially her clit. She
shuddered, and I concentrated more on the sensitive organ. Tami's
back arched, and she pressed her hips upward to meet my probing
tongue. I didn't disappoint her as I gave her love button a last
lick and thrust my tongue into her. Tami grabbed the back of my head
and pulled. I plunged my tongue in and out of her love tunnel as her
second orgasm took her.
She sagged back onto the bed and released my head, but I continued
to lick and tease as I listened to her breathing slow. "You're
trying to kill me," she moaned.
"We all have to go sometime." I lifted myself up and over her leg
and then shifted up until I was lying next to her.
"You drained me. That was incredible."
"If you're tired, we could take a nap until your mom comes home."
Tami looked down at her naked body. "Then you could take me to my
twentieth high school reunion. I should get off grounding just in
time."
"She'd ground you for twenty-five years?"
"Either that or a convent, and we're not even Catholic."
"You'd look good in black."
Tami gave me a long look. "You may be too kinky for me," she said
after awhile.
"Just kinky enough," I assured her and kissed her nipple.
"You did that to Tabby?" Tami asked with a tone of amazement.
"Yep."
"And she didn't say anything?"
"Tabitha only talks about other people."
"You don't like her, do you?"
"Not a lot."
"But you...?"
"I was horny and she was handy. What can I say?"
"I'm not sure I like you anymore," Tami said but didn't make any
attempt to move my hand, which had started toying with her pussy again.
"Not my best moment, I'll admit. But it just kind of happened. I
didn't plan it."
"And that's all you did to Tabby?'
"That's all I did to her, but she did one thing for me."
Tami thought for a second then asked, "Underwater?"
I grinned but shook my head.
"Do you want me to..."
I shook my head. "You're tired. Rest."
"Let me see it."
I grinned, sat up, and pulled my t-shirt over my head.
"That's not what I wanted to see," she giggled. "Did you forget
where it was?"
"I did not forget where my favorite appendage was," I replied
snottily.
"Favorite appendage?" she repeated. "Did you name it too?"
"Wellll..."
"You did! What's it called?"
I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my shorts and underwear.
"Sometimes, I call it Big Tony," I admitted and shoved my clothes
down. Big Tony popped up and pointed at Tami.
"It's so cute," she cooed. "But why do you call it BIG Tony?" she
asked, with lots of emphases on 'Big.'"
It was a testament to Tami's sexiness that Big Tony didn't wilt at
that moment. It was a testament to my peaceful nature that I didn't
strangle her.
Tami reached down and wrapped her hand around it, and all was
forgiven.
"You want to put that in me?" she whispered in what I took as a mix
of anticipation and fear.
"Not til you're ready."
"I'm, uh..."
I reached over and grabbed Tami, then rolled onto my back and
positioned her over me, straddling my legs. My cock, a mighty
flagpole stood inches from the entrance to her magic box.
"Do whatever you think is right. Or don't do; we have the rest of
our lives."
Tami hesitated, then grabbed my cock at the base, holding it
straight upright. She sat up until her pussy hovered inches above
the head of my cock."
"Please be gentle," I asked with a straight face, wondering why I
was making jokes at a time like this.
Tami stuck her tongue out at me, but then she smiled, and I knew
why I was making jokes.
Tami lowered herself until the head of my cock was poised at her
opening. She took a deep breath, let go of my cock, and sat down hard.
Someday when I'm telling the grandkids how their grandmother and I
first made love, I think I'll forget to mention that my cock slipped
along her slit with entering, and she sat on my balls and almost made
me pass out.
"Oh, God!" I moaned as her weight came crashing down on my balls.
"Are you okay?" she asked, not knowing exactly what happened.
"I'm fine," I said, forcing a smile. "Maybe this is fate's way of
saying we should wait."
Tami sat up on her knees again, then grabbed my cock a little more
roughly than was called for. "No damn fate is going to cheat me out
of my first time," she declared.
I was afraid to argue.
Tami position my cock head again and this time kept her hand on,
guiding it until the head popped between her lips. Then she sat down
hard again.
My cock entered her in one smooth stroke. If her cherry slowed it
down, I didn't notice it.
I looked up at the love of my life. Tami's face was a mixture of
emotions and feelings. Pain, amazement, satisfaction.
"Are you alright?" I asked, rubbing her hip.
"I thought it was supposed to hurt. A lot. I mean, I was a
virgin. I was."
"I know. I never doubted, but even virgins don't always hurt. I
guess some don't even bleed when they lose their cherry."
"You seem to know a lot about it," Tami accused with a smile.
"I read."
"Know thy enemy?"
"Exactly." I grinned up at her. "So it didn't hurt?" I asked,
though I couldn't help but think about my crushed balls. Maybe no
grandkids after all. Unless we adopt.
"Not really. I was expecting it, but there was just a little
discomfort as I adjusted to having you in there."
It was kind of amazing to be discussing her first penetration so
calmly as my cock nestled in her cunt.
"I guess now we fuck," she said in a whimsical kind of voice.
"You know as much about this as I do."
"I doubt that. You read, remember?"
I grinned. "Maybe I should have fucked Alana." Tami cocked an
eyebrow in my direction. "It wouldn't have been real fucking, it
would have been research."
"You do any research with Miss Perfect, and I'll do a little
research on eunuchs."
Ouch!
Tami experimentally lifted herself up until my cock almost slipped
completely out of her and then sat back down. From the look on her
face, I think she liked it.
I let my hands lie lightly on her hips, letting Tami control
everything. This was her fuck. I'd get my turn.
Tami found her rhythm. Up and forward, then down and back. Felt
good to me. I was in heaven, just lying back and letting Tami bring
pleasure to me.
I felt pressure building up in my balls, which meant they still
lived. Tami had picked up speed, and I wondered if she was getting
close, too.
"I'm gonna cum," I warned her in case she didn't want me to cum in
her.
"So am I," she moaned and kept pumping my cock with her cunt. "I
can't believe... I can't believe... Oh damn... I believe!" she
yelled and pumped even faster.
"Oh lordy, so do I!" I yelled and coated her insides with my fluids.
Tami collapsed on my chest, and we lay there together. Then she
looked at me and smiled. "We've got to do that again."
"Your place or mine?"
Tami grinned. "Everyplace but Paula's house."
"No Paula," I agreed, knowing what she meant.
"Not at Allie's house."
The thought crossed my mind that this was an easy promise, since
I'd never done anything with Allie at her house. "No Allie," I
promised.
"Not at Tabby's house."
Hell, I didn't even know where Tabitha lived.
"No way, no how," I agreed.
"Not at Alana's house."
"No Alana." Another easy promise. The day after the party, Alana
acted as if I was just an annoying eighth grader from the trailer
park. Which meant I pretty much didn't exist.
"Do I need to mention anybody else?" she asked with a nasty grin.
"I do have a cousin, third or forth, something like that. I've
never met her, but cousin Cinnamon in Colorado looks kinda cute in
her pictures.
"Okay."
"Okay?"
Tami grinned. I guess she figured that if I hadn't met her yet,
she was safe.
"Did I mention she's a redhead?"
Tami gave me a short glare, but otherwise ignored the comment.
"You didn't mention the girls," she prompted.
"The girls?" I repeated confused.
"Mikee and Kelly."
"Mikee and Kelly?" Bile backed up into my throat as I pictured
myself labeled a child molester.
"I've seen them coming out of your house. Big smiles on their
faces." Tami smiled evilly.
"I..." What the hell could I say.
Tami laughed. "Relax, I'm not mad."
"You're not?"
"I have a feeling they seduced you as much as you seduced them."
"I..." I felt like a teacher had just announced a pop quiz in math,
when I'd been studying science. Totally confused.
"I may even let you visit them."
I couldn't help it. The picture formed in my mind as soon as she
said it.
"And no," she added, "we won't be doing any foursomes."
Damn mind-reading girls.
* * *
And that was life in the trailer park.
Of course, I still had five more years of school.
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