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As Player Bob requested:
Orange County Babylon
PART ONE by
Michael Dalton
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AUTHOR'S NOTE
This novel was first published in August, and has remained one of
the most popular and most requested works I have written. From the
vast amount of feedback I have gotten over it, I have been able to make
some revisions and corrections that warranted a repost. This is still
the same story, mind you--what I have changed were a number of factual
and grammatical errors pointed out to me by my readers. In particular,
I want to thank Neverless and Lee Vine for assistance in that regard.
With eight or nine months of hindsight (I wrote the first draft
of OCB in March), I have to say that I am not entirely happy with this
thing. Among other problems, I think it starts too quickly and the
behavior and personality of some of the characters in Part One are
inconsistent with what occurs later. None of this appears to have
dimmed the enthusiasm that has greeted the story, but it bears pointing
out.
If you haven't read this before, a few words of warning. This
novel (and it *is* a novel--it runs to over 98,000 words) should not be
taken too seriously. It is best described as a silly, sappy, high
school soap opera. The protagonist has more good fortune and more wild
experiences in one year than most people have in their entire lives. I
don't just mean the sex, either. Although there is plenty of sex in
this story, there are also long stretches of action where nothing
remotely sexual occurs. This is because the story is supposed to be a
full depiction of the protagonist's life, not simply a catalog of his
sexual behavior. As in the real world, sexual activity has certain
consequences, and that is what I have tried to accurately describe.
The reader will note fairly quickly that this story appears to
fall into one of the worst stereotypes of low-grade erotica: the
football player and the cheerleaders. To this appearance, I freely
confess--but there is a great deal else going on in here.
Nevertheless, should you have a congenital allergy to football, you may
want to skip this, as there is plenty of explicit sports to go with the
explicit sex.
Those of you familiar with Orange County, California, will note
that I have taken certain liberties in my descriptions, particularly
with the locations and athletic programs of area high schools. I did
this solely out of laziness--I wasn't interested in researching the
actual composition of the local high school football conferences.
This work is, in many ways, a satire. The views expressed herein
should not be taken as serious commentary on either the County of
Orange, the Roman Catholic Church, or the United States Marine Corps.
I make one exception to that disclaimer, however. My descriptions of
the Orange County foster care system do not in any way resemble
reality. The actual system is currently in very dire straits, and few,
if any, children who go through it have experiences as easy and
pleasant as the protagonist's. Sexual abuse of foster children is
unfortunately not uncommon, and in real life, the consequences are far
different from what I have described here.
One last note: Please do NOT e-mail me for missing pieces. This
is a very large file and mailing it is a pain. All the pieces of this
story should be available in the ASSM archive, the address for which
can be found in the header above.
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I.
As it often is with momentous events, it could be traced to something
relatively trivial. Martin Luther nailed a single page of complaints to a
church door and started the Reformation. An apple hit Isaac Newton on the
head and inspired a scientific revolution whose tremors are still felt
today. Gavro Princip put a bullet into Archduke Ferdinand and sparked a war
that destroyed two empires and jerked much of the world into the Twentieth
Century.
So it also was, on a somewhat smaller scale, with a seventeen- year-old kid
named Jack O'Leary. The biggest change in Jack's life-- and the lives of
many others he had not yet met--had its roots in the purchase of a cheap
bottle of whiskey.
Jack's first thought when the MAC airliner began its descent to El Toro
Marine Air Station was, This is definitely not Virginia. Whatever unseen
contrasts existed between the Norfolk-Newport News area and Southern
California--and he knew there were plenty--the change in color was enough.
Virginia had been mostly green, with some shades of gray. This place was
brown. Brown hills, brown plants, sand and sandstone--even the air was
brown. He didn't see much smog over El Toro, but north, toward Los Angeles
(which was about an hour up the freeway), everything was obscured by a
brownish haze.
His mother patted his leg.
"It's much nicer than it looks, honey."
"Yes, ma'am."
"I'm sure you'll make lots of friends."
Jack could see rows of F-18's, twin-rotored CH-47 helicopters, and C-130
transport planes on the blacktop below as they began the final approach.
One of those F-18's belonged to his father. If he was lucky, he would one
day fly one himself.
After the plane landed, it taxied around to the main terminal building.
Through the airplane window, Jack saw his father waiting for them. A pair
of enlisted men passed him, saluting. When his father returned the salute,
Jack thought he could see the new silver oak leaves his father wore. He had
just been promoted to Lt. Colonel, and this assignment to El Toro was part
of his promotion to squadron executive officer.
He followed his mother out of the plane and down to the tarmac. His father
came up to them, hugging his mother, then Jack.
"How was the flight, sport?"
"Fine, sir."
Jack resisted the urge to salute him, as he had once done as a child. He
had stopped when he was old enough to know it was improper- -civilians,
even dependent civilians, didn't salute the military. Until he had earned
the right to wear the uniform his father now wore, he had to wait.
"I talked to the headmaster at your school this morning, Jack," his father
said. "His name is Father Roberts. He sounds like a good man. I was
impressed. I wanted to be sure he understood everything about your
application to the Naval Academy. He said he's looking forward to meeting
you."
"Yes, sir."
"Still not interested in football?"
"I don't think so, sir."
"Too bad. Father Roberts tried to talk me into it. He said they have a good
team this year, but they need all the size they can get. He was looking at
your wrestling records and thought you might want to try out."
Jack's father was a big man, an inch or two over six feet, but over the
last year, Jack had gotten bigger. He was slightly taller, but thanks to
three years on the wrestling team, Jack probably weighed a good twenty
pounds more.
"I just don't want to do anything to hurt my grades, sir."
"Well, small-school football isn't like it is at the larger schools. I
don't think it would take as much time away from your studies here. But
it's your decision."
"Yes, sir."
He helped his father with the bags, and followed him to a staff car outside
the terminal. They loaded the bags into the trunk, and his father drove
them to the married officer housing. They would be living there until his
parents found a house nearby.
"You ready to start going to school with girls again, sport?"
"Yes, sir."
"I'm still not completely happy about this, Richard," his mother said.
"Honey, he'll be fine. This is the closest church to the base, and it would
not help his grades to have him commuting forty-five minutes every morning
to that other school. I talked to Father Roberts about this, and he assured
me that the atmosphere at Sacred Heart is nothing to be concerned about. He
was quite emphatic about that."
Jack squirmed in the back seat, but said nothing. His parents had had this
discussion more than once, and it always made him very uncomfortable. He
had attended an all-male parochial school in Norfolk, and his mother had
wanted him to finish high school at a similar school here, but it was
simply too far away for him to do it.
She turned around in her seat to look at Jack.
"Honey, you know I trust you. This isn't about you. I just don't want
anything to distract you from your schoolwork."
"Yes, ma'am."
"You promise me you'll focus on your studies and not pay too much attention
to the girls?"
"Yes, ma'am."
Jack had no worries about keeping his promise. He had never known what to
do around girls, no matter if most of them seemed to find him attractive.
He had yet to go on a real date, and didn't think he was likely to until he
got to college.
"All right," his mother said. "I guess we're going to do this."
His parents spent much of that week looking at new homes in the
developments around El Toro. His mother complained incessantly about the
high prices, even though the agent assured them that things were even more
expensive toward Los Angeles. Jack had met no one his age, but figured he
would when school started in a couple of weeks.
That Friday, his parents went out to dinner, as they did most Fridays when
his father wasn't out of the country.
"We should be back about nine, sweetie."
"Yes, ma'am. Have fun."
Jack's mother kissed him on the cheek, and he watched her follow his father
out to the car. Jack would sometimes go out with his friends when his
parents went to dinner (home by midnight, of course), but right now, he
didn't know anyone to go out with.
Jack ate the dinner his mother had prepared, sitting quietly at the kitchen
table. When he was done, he cleaned up the table, wiped off the counters,
and put his dishes in the dishwasher. He spent half an hour studying his
Bible (the last half of Kings II), then decided it would be all right to
watch some television.
Midnight came and went without Jack's parents returning. After twelve, he
began to get worried, but he wasn't sure what to do. His parents were not
into staying out late unless they went to a movie, which they hadn't
planned to do that night. He thought of calling someone, but it was getting
too late for that. In any case, he didn't really know whom to call. He
figured they must have gone somewhere else after dinner and forgotten to
call him. It hadn't happened before, but he supposed there had to be a
first time for everything.
He wasn't used to staying up this late, even on a Friday, and he dozed off
on the couch. At one-thirty, a knock on the front door jerked him out of
his sleep. He looked out the living room window and saw a Marine staff car
parked out front.
He opened the door to find the base Catholic chaplain. He wore a very
somber look on his face that frightened Jack to his core.
"Jack? I'm Father Mitchell, we met earlier this week."
"Hello, sir."
"I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but your parents have been in a
very serious auto accident. They were struck by a drunk driver who ran a
red light."
"Are they dead?"
"No, but they're in the hospital in very critical condition. They sent me
to get you."
Jack followed Father Mitchell out to his car, heart pounding, and they
drove to Hoag Hospital in Newport Beach. When they got to the emergency
room, Jack ran up to the admitting desk.
"I'm Jack O'Leary, how are my parents?"
The nurse turned and called one of the doctors over. From the look on his
face, Jack knew what had happened before he said anything.
"Jack, I'm very sorry. Your parents both died about twenty minutes ago.
There was nothing we could do. They were too badly injured."
"No! Oh, God, no!"
Jack collapsed against Father Mitchell's shoulder.
For the first time in his life, he wanted to shout out obscenities against
God. And anyone else who would listen.
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II.
The days after that were a blur. Jack's grandparents had died one by one
during his childhood, and he had no close relatives to take him in. The
Chaplain's office on the base handled his parent's funeral, and one of his
father's friends and fellow pilots was appointed Jack's guardian and
trustee of his parents' estate. The Corps generally took care of its own,
but there was one issue on which it had to yield to the State of
California: where Jack would be living.
About a week after his parents' death, Jack met with Father Mitchell and
the caseworker from Orange County Child Services, a plump black woman named
Felicia Johnson.
"We'd like to handle this within the Corps," Father Mitchell said "but it's
really out of our jurisdiction. Child Services is going to take care of
you, although we will of course work closely with them."
"We've found what we think should be an ideal foster placement for you,"
Johnson said. "The woman is a widow. Her husband was a Marine pilot like
your father, who was killed in the Gulf War. She has two daughters, one
about your age, the other around fourteen. They've taken in a couple of
foster kids before you, and both times it worked out just fine. They're
also Catholic, and her daughters attend Sacred Heart as you were planning
to do, so there should be as little disruption in your life as we can
manage. The last thing we want to do is jeopardize your chances with the
Naval Academy."
So Jack accompanied Father Mitchell and Ms. Johnson to meet his new family.
The house was only a few years old, in a new development community near El
Toro. When they pulled up, the front door opened, and Jack saw his foster
mother waiting.
The woman's name was Marcia. She was about forty, fight-eight or so and a
slim build, with green eyes and chestnut brown hair. She shook his hand and
smiled.
"Hello, Jack. It's very nice to meet you."
"It's nice to meet you too, ma'am," he managed.
Her two daughters stood behind her.
"This is Karen and Kelly."
Karen was seventeen, with hazel eyes and shoulder-length brown hair. She
was pretty, about five-seven, with an athletic build. Kelly was a younger
version of Karen, though her hair was down to the middle of her back. Both
resembled their mother.
Jack realized that Karen was smiling at him. Her eyes met his and held them
before he glanced away in embarrassment.
Having attended mostly all-male schools throughout his life, Jack was not
prepared for life in a household with three attractive women. But he didn't
want to be rude, and he thought the Chaplain and his caseworker probably
knew what was best.
Jack knew that girls tended to find him attractive. Years of competing on
the wrestling squad had given him a broad, well-muscled build. But Jack had
long been painfully shy and quiet, and the more interest he got from the
girls he knew, the more he tended to withdraw. He had grown up in a deeply
religious household, and he had always intended to save himself for
marriage.
Marcia showed them around the house. All three bedrooms were on the second
floor, and she led Jack to one in the rear corner.
"This will be your room, Jack."
His bed was in the far corner, next to a desk. On the opposite wall were a
dresser and bookcase, and a closet was next to the door. Another door next
to the desk led to a bathroom.
"You get a room to yourself, but you'll share the bathroom with Karen and
Kelly."
He looked in the bathroom and saw that another door past a pair of sinks
led to the girls' room. He felt his stomach squirming. It wasn't enough
that he had to share a house with them--he was practically sharing his
bedroom with them, too.
Karen leaned into the doorframe with him, far too close for comfort.
"You get that sink. Kelly and I use the other one."
She smiled at him again, eyes flashing, and he had to turn away lest he
start blushing. Okay, yes, he thought to himself, she is cute, but that
doesn't mean I can't exercise some self-control even if I'm living with
her. It's what Mom would have wanted.
Then, before he could stop himself, he glanced at her again. She saw him do
it, and continued smiling. Then she glanced at her mother, and Jack
realized Marcia had seen their brief exchange. He looked away in discomfort
before he could really read the look on Marcia's face, but he guessed she
probably wasn't thrilled.
Father Mitchell put his hand on Jack's shoulder.
"I think you'll be fine, Jack. Call me whenever you need to talk."
"Yes, sir."
"Feel free to call me as well," Johnson said.
"Yes, ma'am."
She laughed, and smiled at Marcia.
"Isn't he wonderful? He's so polite."
"He's just like my husband was. A Marine born and bred."
They all laughed again, and Father Mitchell and Johnson left.
"Do you need any help unpacking?" Marcia asked.
"No, ma'am, I'll be fine."
Jack put away his meager belongings and lay down on the bed to curse his
lot in life.
The next morning, Marcia stuck her head into Jack's room.
"Jack?"
"Yes, ma'am?"
"Do you have everything you need for school next week?"
"Yes, ma'am. My mother and I did all the shopping before . . . when we
first got here."
"All right. Kelly and I are going to the mall. We should be back after
lunch. There's plenty of lunch meat and stuff in the refrigerator for
sandwiches or whatever."
"Okay."
Jack went back to doing what he had been doing most of his spare time since
his parent's death--reading his Bible and trying to make some sense of what
had happened.
"Hi."
He looked up to see Karen in his door, wearing denim shorts and a T-shirt.
"Do you mind if I come in? Or are you busy?"
He sat up on his bed.
"I'm just reading."
She walked over, looking down at his Bible.
"Oh. Do you read that a lot?"
"Yeah."
"Mom said you were pretty religious. That's cool. We go to Mass every week,
but I've never been all that into it."
"We were. Me and my parents, I mean."
She stood in the middle of his room, hands behind her back, squirming
nervously.
"Um, I was just thinking, you know, since we'll be in the same class, that
I could take you around to meet some people. So, you're not like totally
lost when school starts. It would be good to make some friends first, you
know?"
Her idea made sense to him, but it would have meant explaining his parents'
death to a bunch of strange kids, and it was too soon for that. Besides
which, the idea of spending the afternoon with Karen was too attractive to
be safe right now. God, she was cute. How was he supposed to live with her
for the next year or so?
"Um, thanks, but I'm just not up to it today. I'm sorry."
"Oh. That's okay. We can do it tomorrow or whenever. I'm on the varsity
cheerleading squad, so I know practically everybody."
"You are?"
"Yeah. So I can introduce you to all the cute girls. You don't have a
girlfriend, do you?"
He swallowed hard.
"No."
"Oh, cool. Because I told some of my friends about you, and they want to
meet you."
"Um, I don't really date."
Her face dropped.
"You don't?"
"My mom didn't like me to."
"Oh. Well, I didn't mean date, exactly. Just to like, hang out with, you
know? There's nothing wrong with being friends with girls."
He knew what his mother would have said to that, but again, he didn't want
to be rude.
"Okay."
"Cool."
She glanced around his room, and grabbed the chair from his desk to sit
down.
"I'm sorry if I'm pressuring you or anything. I'm not trying to. I know you
must be really sad about your folks. That really sucks. My dad died when I
was a kid, you know?"
"Yeah. I'm sorry."
"I still miss him. If you ever want to talk or anything, just ask."
"Thanks."
An awkward silence hung in the air for a second.
"Okay. Well, I guess I'll let you read."
"Thanks."
She got up and left, giving him a last smile on her way out the door. It
took him a few minutes to settle down and get back into reading.
For most of the first week, Jack kept his distance from Marcia and her
daughters. He was as polite as he knew how to be, but beyond that, resisted
any attempts at friendliness. Marcia seemed to understand, and more than
once scolded Karen for pestering him.
Sacred Heart was a relatively small parochial school in south Orange
County. Unlike some of the giant Catholic schools in the area, like Mater
Dei in Santa Ana, Sacred Heart had, at most, 1200 students from
kindergarten through 12th grade. It was, however, an old school, built on a
site that had once been a Spanish mission, then known as the Mission del
Corazon Sagrado. The architecture was true Old Mission, not just the
imitation stucco-and-red-roof style that became popular during the 1980's.
The upper school consisted of two main buildings, a new one (new here
meaning circa 1950) that contained the library and the science classrooms,
and an older quadrangle that dated from the very beginning of the school.
Coastal oak trees, planted by the Spaniards, covered much of the campus.
Jack had changed schools plenty of times before because of his father's
job, so he was used to being the new kid. On the first day of school, he
found himself, of necessity, following Karen around as she introduced him
to the other students in his class. He had several classes with her, and in
one of them she introduced him to one of the other cheerleaders, a pretty
blonde girl named Becky. Though he found her attractive, he was too
nervous, and too upset with himself, to be more than polite. He made no
real friends the first few days and kept to himself.
About ten o'clock on the night of the third day of school, Jack was in the
bathroom using the toilet during a break from studying when something he
heard under the door from Karen and Kelly's room caught his ear.
"Karen, what's an orgasm?"
"Shh! Don't say that so loud."
Jack froze, not wanting them to think he was eavesdropping. He realized he
was stuck. If he flushed the toilet, if he even got up to go back to his
room, they would probably hear him and think he had been spying on them.
Kelly continued in a lower voice.
"It's a sex thing, right?"
"Yeah. It's this thing that happens during sex that feels really good."
"What do you mean?"
"When a guy does it, that's when his sperm comes out. When girls do it,
it's just like this spasm inside you. It kind of feels like when you're on
a roller coaster and your stomach gets all tingly."
"You've done an orgasm?"
"You don't do them, you have them. But I have."
"But you haven't had sex."
"No. But girls can have them other ways. You don't need a guy to do it."
"How?"
"You can do it yourself. You just sort of simulate having sex."
"How?"
"You know about your pussy, right? Where the guy's dick goes when you're
having sex?"
Jack cringed at her coarseness, but didn't move.
"Yeah."
"You play with that. You know how it feels good when you wash yourself
there?"
"Yeah."
"You just do it like that for a while, then you come."
"You wash yourself?"
"You don't have to wash yourself. You can just use your fingers."
"I don't understand."
"Okay, I'll show you. Take off your pajamas."
Jack heard squeaking noises as the girls moved around on their beds. He
realized he was getting an erection. Almost involuntarily, his hand closed
around it. He knew what the girls were about to do, as he had done it
himself many times. He knew masturbation was a sin, and he cursed himself
for doing it. He prayed often for the self-control to stop, but he had
never been able to do it. He stroked himself gently as he listened through
the door.
"Okay," Karen said, "hold yourself open like this, and run your fingers
over the bud at the top. That's your clit. Lick your fingers first; it
feels better that way."
"It tickles."
"I know, just keep doing it like this."
They were quiet for a minute or two after that, and Jack continued stroking
himself, dying for just a brief glimpse of what was going on beyond the
door.
"Why am I getting all wet?" Kelly suddenly asked.
"That's what happens. Just keep going."
Jack looked up, knowing he wasn't going to last much longer. He saw a vent
grille on the wall above him, and suddenly wondered if there was one on the
other side. He stood up as slowly as he could, and set the toilet seat
down. Then, standing up on the seat with his pants down and one hand on his
aching cock, he leaned over to look through the grille.
He was in luck--there was another grille feeding into the girls' room, and
he could just barely see in through the slats. Karen and Kelly were lying
naked side by side on Karen's bed, hands between their legs. Karen, though
somewhat slim, was fully developed. Her breasts were small and firm, tipped
with light tan nipples. Her hips had some width to them, and her legs were
shapely and toned. Kelly, on the other hand, was yet unripened. Her breasts
had begun to grow, but were still largely unformed. Her hips were narrow,
and her pubic hair was sparse and thin.
Jack had never seen a naked girl before, let alone two masturbating
together, and it was about all he could stand. He stroked his cock faster,
seeing in delight that Karen was also approaching climax. Her body began to
jerk and her fingers moved faster.
Jack stroked his cock so fast that he suddenly thumped his fist against the
wall. Through the grille, he saw both girls stop cold, staring toward the
bathroom door. Jack froze, not daring to move a muscle.
"What was that?" Kelly asked.
"I don't know. Hold on."
Karen rolled out of bed, pulling on her pajamas. Jack wanted to dash out of
the bathroom, but knew he would make too much noise doing it. A second too
late, he thought of reaching down to lock the door. Before he could do
anything else, Karen opened the bathroom door and peeked in.
Jack stood on the toilet, pants around his ankles, trying to cover himself,
but his cock was too big and too erect to succeed. In any case, it was
painfully obvious what he had been doing. Karen gasped, and her eyes got
about a mile wide. But then she grinned at him, withdrew, and shut the
door.
"What was it?"
Kelly hadn't been able to see into the bathroom.
"Nothing. Just the wind, I guess. Let's finish."
Not believing what he was seeing, Jack watched Karen strip out of her
pajamas--venturing a mischievous glance at the air duct--and lie back down
beside Kelly. In a moment or two, the girls returned to pleasuring
themselves.
Jack wanted to flee back to his room, but he was unable to tear himself
away from the grille. His hand found his cock again, and he resumed
stroking himself. He watched Karen, then Kelly, achieve orgasm, thrashing
around beside one another, and came all over the wall. Then he tried to
catch his breath and clean up his mess as quietly as possible.
"That was neat, huh?" he heard Karen say.
"Yeah. Do you do that a lot?"
"Not every night, but almost. I can't get enough of it. I bet you've heard
me doing it."
"No. I don't know. What does it sound like?"
"I don't know. Maybe you didn't know what to listen for. Let's do it
again."
"Okay."
Jack tiptoed out of the bathroom, not wanting to push his luck any further.
It took him a long time to get to sleep that night.
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III.
Karen gave him a sly glance the next morning, but said nothing. Then they
went to school, and he was able to forget about the incident for most of
the day. He went straight to his room after school, and stayed there until
dinner. Karen, again, did and said nothing during the meal, and Jack fled
back to his room afterward. It had been bad enough having to share a house
with her before. How could he have done something so stupid? How was he
going to live with her now?
About ten o'clock, Jack was sitting on his bed when there was a knock on
the bathroom door. He froze, having a feeling who it was.
"What?"
The door opened, and Karen slipped in, shutting it behind her and leaning
against it. She wore only cotton pajamas, and she grinned at him.
"Your thing is pretty big."
Unable to respond, Jack could only choke on himself. He recoiled at such
directness, pulling himself back up against the wall. She stifled a giggle.
"You were watching us."
Jack gagged again.
"I'm sorry."
"Did you like it? It looked like you did."
Jack glanced away, unable to meet her gaze.
"Oh, don't be so embarrassed, everybody does it."
"It's a sin."
"You sure weren't acting like it was."
"Please don't tell your mom. I'll never do it again."
"Well, I might. What would you do for me to keep quiet?"
"Anything. Please."
She smiled.
"Anything?"
"I'll do your chores. I'll do your homework. Anything."
"I had something else in mind."
"What?"
"Let me see your dick again."
Jack gasped, and Karen crossed her arms.
"You have to do what I say, or I'll go in and tell Mom right now."
He cringed. The potential consequences boggled his mind.
"Please."
She shrugged.
"Okay."
She turned to leave his room. He lurched off the bed.
"Wait."
"Are you going to do what I say?"
"Yes. Please."
"Okay. Take off your clothes. You saw me naked, so I get to see you."
Jack hesitated for a moment, but realized he was trapped--and too consumed
with guilt to muster much energy to resist her. Hands shaking, he
unbuttoned his shirt, then his jeans, then slipped out of his shorts.
Karen looked him over in rapt amazement. He was as tense as he had ever
been, but his dick, his ever-rebellious dick, was growing under Karen's
gaze. In a minute or two, he was fully erect.
She giggled and bit her lip.
"Why are you getting a hard-on?" she whispered. "Because of me?"
"I don't know."
"It's because of me. Because you're naked with me."
Grinning, she pulled off her pajama tops, then her bottoms. He hadn't
thought he could get any harder, but he did. Watching her from ten feet
away through a narrow grille was one thing. Standing two feet away from her
naked body was something else. He couldn't resist running his eyes over
her, lingering on her firm breasts, the dark triangle between her legs. She
had perfectly shaped nipples, which now stood out away from her breasts,
turned up just slightly.
She smiled at him, taking a step closer.
"Have you ever done it?"
"No," he gasped, horrified.
"Me neither."
She glanced at the bed.
"Go sit down."
"Karen--please don't."
She glared at him.
"You have to do what I say. Otherwise, I'll go tell Mom everything. I might
even make some stuff up."
He whimpered.
"Do it," she said. "Sit down on the bed."
He sat down on the edge of his bed, holding his hands in his lap. She
followed him over, kneeling in front of him. She pulled his hands away from
his stiff cock, and began stroking it herself.
"I've seen dicks before. At school. But you've got the biggest one I've
ever seen."
Though he often cursed himself for it, Jack knew she was probably telling
the truth. He knew from numerous times in locker room shower that he was
bigger than other guys his age. The guys at his last school had nicknamed
him "Hose." He had once measured himself to be about eight and a half
inches erect.
Karen continued stroking him, and she was beginning to arouse him, though
he fought it.
"Does that feel good?"
He groaned, not wanting to answer her.
"How about this?"
As Jack watched in astonishment, Karen dropped her head and took him into
her mouth. He knew about oral sex, but had always considered it a mortal
sin. He wanted to pull her off and flee, never mind what she would
do--except it was the most incredible feeling he had ever experienced.
His hands came together in her hair, and he felt her head bobbing up and
down on him. His conscience was screaming at him, but he was paralyzed with
pleasure, unable to do anything but sit there.
Less than twenty seconds in her blow job, Jack felt his orgasm approaching.
He realized what was about to happen, but was too far gone to stop her. He
groaned, jerking with the sensations, and came into Karen's mouth. He
expected her to leap up in disgust, but she didn't. She actually stayed
there, sucking harder, and used her hand to pump out the last of his sperm.
Finally, she leaned back, smiling. He saw her swallow, then lick her lips.
"Mmm. Yummy. Did you like that?"
He could only grunt in response, not wanting to think about what had just
happened. She stood up.
"Slide back on the bed."
"What?"
"Do it. Slide back and put your head on your pillow."
He complied, his recent orgasm having destroyed his resistance. She
straddled him, moving up his body, and he realized what she wanted to do.
"Karen--"
"Quiet. It's my turn."
She moved herself up until her vagina was above his mouth. He could smell
her, and see the glistening wetness on her labia.
"Lick me. Do it."
She settled down on his face and leaned against the wall behind him. Out of
little more than fear, he began to lick her. She had no real taste to her,
only wetness that increased as he stroked her with his tongue. She moved
around, redirecting him a few times, but then merely squatted over him,
moving back and forth.
He licked her dutifully, lost in the fog of sex. He felt his cock getting
stiff again. Involuntarily, his hands rose and he began stroking her
buttocks, thinking through the storm of other concerns that her butt felt
pretty nice. In a few minutes, she suddenly began to convulse, shaking
above him, and he realized she had reached orgasm. When it seemed to be
over, he stopped.
She moaned in frustration and pushed herself down.
"Don't stop. Don't stop until I say."
He resumed licking, and in a minute or so, she came again, then a third
time. After that, she pulled back, falling over beside him on the bed. He
lay still, not even wanting to open his eyes. Pretty soon, he was going to
have to accept what they had just done. He couldn't imagine telling the
priest about it at Confession, but what choice did he have?
Karen stirred beside him a minute or two later, sliding her hand over his
chest.
"Mmm. That was pretty good."
"This is wrong," he whimpered.
"Oh, be quiet. I know you like this. I can tell."
He felt her hand close around his stiff dick. He tried to pull her off, but
she squeezed tighter.
"Don't. I'm in charge here."
She began stroking him slowly.
"Jack."
"What?"
"Do you want to be my first?"
He bolted upright.
"No!" he gasped.
She glared up at him.
"I could tell Mom you tried to molest me. Or maybe Kelly."
"Karen, please."
"Please what? I'm offering to do it with you and you act like it's
something so horrible."
"It's wrong. We're not married."
"Oh, give me a break."
"It's a sin."
"So is beating off while spying on me and Kelly."
He shuddered, glancing around the room for some way out of it.
"Do what I tell you to or I'll go tell Mom everything. And I bet the Naval
Academy would love to hear about this."
Jack's blood ran cold. He knew she had him there. He needed good
recommendations for his application, and he doubted this incident would
help him. If the school found out, or his caseworker, his chances of making
the Academy would drop to around zero.
Karen squirmed around, pulling on his shoulders. He realized she was trying
to get him on top of her.
"Do it now, or I'll scream rape. I swear I will."
"But you might get pregnant."
"No, I won't. My period is due in a few days."
Jack's resistance collapsed, and he rolled over, letting her position
herself under him. Then he felt her hand on his cock, guiding him in. The
feeling of warm wetness enveloping the head of his cock dissolved the last
of his reservations.
He pushed in, feeling the taut membrane of her virginity. Her hands slid
around him, settling on his buttocks, and she pulled him closer. A second
later, her hymen broke, and he eased into her.
She grunted, moaning as his big cock spread her out. Her nails dug into his
butt. He managed a second thrust, then another, and soon lost himself in
the rhythm. She rolled herself under him, thrusting up as he thrust in,
arms around him, biting at his shoulder.
His sense of time melted away, and there was only his cock, enveloped in
her tight flesh as he thrust in and out of her. He grew closer to orgasm,
and sped his thrusts. She began to moan, then whimper, then went into
convulsions as her climax took her. He grunted, pounding at her now, and a
minute later, erupted inside her. A second or two into his orgasm, she
climaxed again, clawing at his butt. Finally, it was over, and he collapsed
on top of her.
He had fallen asleep. She was squirming under him.
"You're heavy. Get off."
He rolled over, lying beside her as if dead. She sat up, brushing her hair
back from her face.
"God. That was pretty good, huh?"
He brought up his hands and covered his face.
"Jeez. Don't be such a baby. You can't mope around the house forever. Try
to act like you're alive for once."
He felt her climbing over him onto the floor. He uncovered his face and saw
her getting dressed.
"What now?"
"What do you mean, what now? I'm going to bed. I can't sleep in here."
"But, we had sex. We made love."
"So? It was fun, but don't make a federal case out of it."
He fell back onto his bed. She bent down to kiss him, but he turned away.
"Good night, lover," she said. "See you tomorrow."
He heard her leave through the bathroom. He shut off his light. Eventually,
he got to sleep.
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IV.
When Jack woke the next morning, he actually lasted a minute or two before
remembering what had happened the night before. For a moment he hoped it
was a dream--he'd had enough dreams like that before, waking up to find his
shorts full of sperm. But his shorts were dry, and the smell of Karen's sex
was all over his sheets. When he got up, he saw a small spot of blood dead
center in his mattress. It had happened.
He rose, showering quickly, and went downstairs to eat, dreading the
prospect of seeing Karen. But only Marcia was in the kitchen.
"Good morning."
"Good morning, Mrs. Lynch."
"Jack, I know I've asked you this, but it's fine if you call me Marcia. It
would make me feel more comfortable, and I know it wouldn't make me feel so
old."
"I'm sorry." He gulped. "Marcia."
"Thanks. I know it's hard to understand at seventeen, but forty doesn't
seem so old when you get there. You like to cling onto what elements of
youth you have left."
"Okay."
Karen entered the kitchen, and managed a wink at Jack before he looked
away. She got a bowl of cereal and sat down beside him. Halfway through,
she pinched his butt, causing him to jerk away from her. She giggled.
Marcia glanced over, not sure what had happened. Jack got up in
embarrassment and took his dishes to the sink.
"Not hungry this morning?"
"Not really."
"A big guy like you needs to eat more. I know it's hard right now, but you
have to try."
"He ate plenty last night," Karen said.
Marcia looked over at her. Jack wanted to bolt out of the room.
"I didn't notice. Well, you three need to get to school. Go up and get
Kelly."
Karen sat behind Jack in English. About halfway through, he felt something
poking at his side. He looked down and saw that she was passing him a note.
Checking the teacher to make sure they weren't seen, he took it.
He had an idea what it might be, but opening it still put him in shock. It
was a crude drawing of two people having sex, with arrows indicating "you"
and "me." Under it, she had written a line from a song: "I don't want
nobody else, when I think about you, I touch myself."
He wadded it up in horror, shoving it into his bag. He heard quiet giggling
behind him.
When school was out, Karen intercepted him as he began the walk back to
their house. She shoved her books under his arm.
"Carry my books. You're my boyfriend now, right?"
He took her books and tried to increase the distance between them. She
merely closed the gap and leaned against him.
"We're not going home yet. I want to go over to Becky's."
"So go over there. Let me go home."
"No. You have to do what I say, remember?"
He cringed.
"Karen, please."
"Karen, please," she whined. "God. You'd think it would kill you to spend
the afternoon with a couple of girls who like you. Lighten up already."
"Becky likes me?"
"She thinks you're the bomb. She called you a 'walking orgasm.'"
Part of Jack was revolted by her crudity, but his male vanity had been
touched. Becky was at least as cute as Karen was, maybe more. She was a
little shorter, blonde hair, somewhat larger breasts. But what was he
thinking? He was already stuck was Karen. He had sex with her. He would
probably have to marry her.
Karen led him back toward school, where he saw Becky waiting on the corner.
She smiled at him. Karen took Becky's books and gave them to Jack.
"Carry hers too."
He reorganized the large pile of books he was now carrying and shoved them
under one arm. Karen laughed, and caressed his bicep with both hands.
"Isn't he just huge?"
"Are you going to play football?" Becky asked.
"No."
"He's into wrestling. He likes getting all sweaty and thrashing around."
They both laughed.
"You should play football," Becky said. "All the best guys play football."
"Then we could cheer for you."
"And go under the bleachers with you after the game."
They laughed again, and Jack squirmed uncomfortably.
"It's not too late," Becky said. "You could still try out."
"He's going to try out. I just decided."
Jack glanced at her.
"What?"
"I want you to go out for football."
"But . . ."
He looked at Becky, who seemed to see nothing wrong with Karen ordering him
around.
"But, nothing. It's decided. Go talk to the coach tomorrow."
They both giggled, and walked ahead of him. He followed in confusion.
When they got to Becky's house, they led him up to her room. Her house was
deserted, and Becky explained that her parents both worked, and she was the
youngest of six kids who were otherwise all off in college or married.
Karen and Becky flopped onto Becky's bed, and Jack sat uncomfortably in the
chair by her desk.
"Where did you live before?" Becky asked him.
"Norfolk, Virginia."
"Why all the way back there?"
"My dad was in the Marines. He was on a ship."
"Oh. Did you have a girlfriend?"
"No."
"He's so uptight about girls," Karen said.
"I bet we can fix that."
"What do you want to do?"
"I have an idea."
Becky jumped off the bed and went into her closet. She rummaged around for
a minute before emerging with an old copy of Trivial Pursuit.
"Let's take turns asking questions. Every question you get wrong, you have
to take off a piece of clothing."
"I like that idea."
Jack had a feeling something like this was coming, but he was still shocked
to hear Becky actually say it. He grabbed the arms of Becky's chair
tightly, fighting the urge to flee. Karen smiled at him in triumph and
pulled out a question card.
"Okay. Jack, what 1968 film starred Katherine Hepburn as the wife of King
Henry II?"
Jack racked his brain, but had no clue. Was it Shakespeare?
"Uh, 'Henry II?'"
"Nope. 'The Lion in Winter.' Off with it."
Jack didn't move.
"Jack. You know the rules."
The two girls glanced at each other, grinning. He realized then that Karen
must have told Becky their secret.
"Now that you've got us both here, I bet we could tell an ever better
story," Becky said.
Jack dropped his head in defeat. Then he unbuttoned his shirt and let it
fall to the floor. How in God's name had he gotten himself into this? Was
he being punished for masturbating so much?
Karen turned to Becky, drawing another card.
"Okay, Becks, what city is known as the 'City of the Angels?'"
Becky screwed up her face in thought.
"I don't know. Chicago?"
"Nope, Los Angeles."
"Damn."
Grinning, Becky stood and unzipped her jumper, then wriggled out of it.
Karen handed her the box, and she drew a card.
"Karen. What element is designated by the symbol Yb?"
"No idea."
Karen stood, reaching under her jumper to pull down her panties. She pulled
them off and threw them at Jack, who batted them away in surprise. Becky
shrieked in laughter, then drew another card.
"Jack: what is the deepest freshwater lake in the world?"
He knew what this was heading to, but he still wasn't ready to give up.
"Lake Victoria."
"Nope, Lake Baikal, wherever the hell that is."
Jack pulled off his undershirt, not looking at them. Both of the girls
stared at his chest with obvious interest, and Karen took the box from
Becky.
"Okay, Becks, what state is known as the Sunshine State?"
"Minnesota."
Karen burst out laughing.
"Florida!"
Becky stood, unbuttoning her uniform blouse, and Jack was unable to resist
watching her. Her body was fuller than Karen's. Though she wore only a
simple white cotton bra, the sight of her firm, beautifully-shaped breasts
gave him an ache in the pit of his stomach.
"Karen: who was the first President of the United States?"
"The Spice Girls."
Both of the shrieked in laughter.
"You guys aren't even trying."
They laughed again. Karen wriggled out of her jumper, flashing her sex at
him. Then she drew another card.
"Jack: who played the Cincinnati Kid in the movie of the same name?"
"I don't know."
"Off with it, then."
He stood, kicking off his shoes and dropping his pants.
"Ooo, he wears boxers," Becky said. They both laughed again.
"Becks: how many eggs are there in a dozen?"
"Forty-two." More laughter. Becky reached behind her to unsnap her bra. She
held it against herself for a moment, grinning at Jack. Then she let it
fall and shoved her breasts out at him. They were even better out of her
bra. He had thought Karen's breasts beautiful, but Becky's were perfect. He
couldn't look at her for more than a few seconds.
Karen laughed, and Becky drew a card.
"Who's the mayor of Tokyo?"
"Buffy the Vampire Slayer."
"Nope."
"Damn."
Karen pulled off her blouse, leaving herself naked beyond her bra and knee
socks. Becky drew a card and turned to Jack.
"What's the scientific symbol for the speed of light?"
Jack realized he knew this one.
"C."
She scowled at him.
"No."
"Yes it is."
"Not in my house, it's not."
"Let's take a vote," Karen said. "Who thinks Jack is wrong?" Both of them
held up their hands.
"You're outvoted. Strip."
Knowing he was going to lose one way or another, he slipped off his socks.
Karen drew a card and turned to Becky.
"Who's the captain of the cheerleading squad?"
"I am!"
Karen smacked her on the head.
"Oh, you bitch! You wish!"
Becky stood, slipping out of her panties. Jack regarded her blonde-haired
sex for a moment before looking away in embarrassment.
"What number am I thinking of?" Becky asked Karen.
"Sixty-nine."
Both of them shrieked in laughter.
"Right. But take it off anyway."
Karen unsnapped her bra and tossed it on the floor. Both of them were now
down to knee socks.
"Oh, fuck this," Karen said. "Let's finish up." She pulled off her knee
socks, and Becky did the same. Then Karen drew a card.
"Last question: What astronomer was imprisoned for saying the Earth
revolved around the sun?"
"Copernicus."
"No. Galileo. Now show us that big dick of yours."
Knowing he had no choice, Jack slid off his boxers. Becky's eyes widened.
"Oh, my God. He's even bigger than Randy Nelson."
"There's a crack in the wall in the girls' locker room where we can see
into the boys' shower," Karen said. "You've got the biggest dick in the
whole school."
"Which means you win the prize."
"What's the prize?"
"You get to have sex with us. And maybe other things if we think of them."
Jack had been holding out a forlorn hope that it wouldn't lead to this, but
he was trapped. Either or both of them could ruin his future if they wanted
to, and they were clearly willing to if he pushed them. And his resistance
was fast fading anyway. The sight of two naked girls before him brought the
expected result.
Becky squealed.
"He's getting a boner."
"Go touch it. It's neat."
Becky walked up to him and began feeling his rapidly hardening penis.
"Karen told me what you guys did."
"Becky's a virgin."
"So were you yesterday," she said to Karen. "Most of the girls in school
are. And all the girls on the cheerleading squad. We've been waiting for
the right guy."
"The guy with the biggest dick."
Becky continued stroking him.
"Suck him first. That's what I did."
Becky dropped to her knees in front of him and took his cock into her
mouth. She looked up at him to watch his reaction. Jack merely stood there,
surrendering to it.
Karen sat on the bed next to them, watching and playing with herself. As
before, he felt himself rapidly approaching orgasm. He groaned and took
Becky's head in his hands.
"Faster," Karen said. "Suck him off."
Becky bobbed faster, and a few seconds later, Jack squirted his sperm into
her mouth. She sucked it all up, pumping him dry.
"Tastes neat, huh?"
Becky worked it around her mouth for a second, then swallowed.
"Yeah. Sort of like snot."
"Let me taste. Come here."
Becky rose, approaching Karen. As Jack watched in shock, the two girls came
together in a deep kiss. Karen worked her tongue around Becky's mouth,
seeking the taste of Jack's sperm.
They noticed his reaction and laughed.
"I bet you've never seen two girls get it on," Karen said.
Jack could only gape. The girls kissed again, and Karen reached up to
fondle Becky's breasts.
"Doesn't she have great tits?" Karen said a second later.
"God, I think he's going into shock."
They laughed again, and Becky slid down to suck on Karen's nipples. A
minute later, she dropped all the way down and commenced licking Karen's
sex. Karen leaned back, moaning.
Jack was horrified, both at what he was seeing and their casual attitude
about it. But he could not tear his eyes away from it, and he realized from
the sudden ache in his crotch that his cock was getting hard again.
"Ooo, he's getting off on us. Look."
Becky stopped long enough to look over at Jack. Then she turned back to
Karen.
"Lay back on the bed. I want to lose it while I'm eating you."
Karen climbed up on Becky's bed, scooting back until she leaned against the
headboard. Becky followed her up, kneeling in front and resuming her
lingual attentions.
"Get up here," Karen said. "Do her from behind."
Jack complied, coming up behind Becky. He held his cock out, seeing the
blonde-fringed lips of Becky's vagina peeking out at him, and above that,
the tight ring of her anus. He wasn't sure what to do, but Becky reached
under her, guiding him to the right spot.
He took her hips in his hands, feeling the same tautness inside her that he
had felt in Karen the night before. Trying to be gentle with her, he pushed
forward, and felt her pop around him a moment later.
Becky squeaked, tensing up, and Jack froze.
"Are you okay?"
"Just do it. Don't stop!"
He thrust in, feeling a growing anger at their treatment of him, and took
it out on her the only way he could. He thrust at her sharply, slapping her
buttocks, but she only groaned and increased her attack on Karen. Karen's
hands had gone to fists in Becky's hair, but she kept her eyes open in thin
slits, watching Jack servicing Becky.
Jack lost himself in the act as he had the night before, riding between
Becky's soft buttocks. She began to thump herself back at him, moaning.
Becky's frantic licking at Karen soon had the desired effect. Karen bounced
her herself at Becky's mouth, crying out, and came once, twice, then three
times before pushing her away. Becky came up on her arms and concentrated
on ramming herself back at Jack.
Jack suddenly felt Karen's feet sliding between his legs. He looked down
and realized Karen was wriggling under them.
"Sit on my face while he fucks you. Let me eat you at the same time."
Becky moaned at the very idea of it, and positioned herself over Karen.
Soon Jack felt Karen's tongue flicking at the underside of his cock as he
thrust in and out of Becky. Becky let out a groan, then began to shudder a
few seconds later. He felt her erupt in orgasm around his cock, but kept
pumping away at her. Karen kept licking, and Becky kept coming. His hands
clawed at her hips, and when Becky reached a third orgasm, he squirted off
inside her. He kept thrusting at her slowly for another thirty seconds.
Then Karen pushed him back, pulling Becky down to her. As Jack watched, no
longer much surprised, Karen ate his come out of Becky. He fell back,
leaning against the wall. Becky flopped over, lying beside Karen.
"God," she said.
"He's pretty good, huh?"
"Well, I love doing it with you. But it's even better this way, with a dick
there too."
Karen watched at his reaction and laughed.
"You can go home now, if you're still so worked up about this."
"But you didn't get anything out of him."
"I'll get him tonight, after he's had a chance to rest."
"Lucky bitch."
"Hey, I was willing to share, right?"
"Yeah. Are we still on for this weekend?"
"Of course."
Jack looked up.
"What's this weekend?"
They both laughed at him.
"You'll see," Karen said.
Jack climbed off the bed and got dressed. Then he went home, wondering what
God must think of him now.
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V.
He managed to avoid Karen and everyone else that night. No one appeared in
his room that night, and when he finally undressed and turned out his
light, he thought maybe Karen had forgotten about him.
A few minutes later, he heard the door to the bathroom open. A second
later, Karen was sliding naked into bed with him.
He tried to hold her away.
"Please don't."
She snorted.
"You're such a baby."
She dove under the sheets, and had soon freed his cock and popped it into
her mouth. When he was stiff, she pushed back the covers and straddled him.
She sat back, and he felt himself sinking into her wetness.
She rode him for about ten minutes, leaning down to kiss and bite him
roughly. He couldn't resist reaching up to fondle her breasts, and she made
him tweak her nipples as she thumped herself at him. Eventually she began
convulse, and brought herself off. The realization of it was enough to
bring Jack to orgasm, and he joined her a second later. Then she lay down
on his chest, stretching out her legs. He reached out, caressing her silky
little butt. It felt nice enough to take his mind off what had happened.
She nibbled on his ear a minute later, kissing him.
"Stop pretending you're not enjoying this."
"But it's wrong."
"So are half the fun things in life. Just deal with it. You know how many
guys in school want to sleep with me and Becky?"
So let them, he thought. But he knew the answer to that.
Karen got up and returned to her room a few minutes later. He lay in bed
smelling the scent of sex for a long time.
The next day, he half expected Karen to appear with another of her friends
for him to deflower, but she didn't. She and Becky merely winked and
grinned at him all day long.
At lunchtime, Karen reminded him of her instructions about football. He
sought out the coach after he was done eating.
"You've missed summer practices, but I suppose it's not too late for a
try-out. What have you played before?"
"I've never played football, not at school anyway. My, um, my foster sister
suggested I go out for it."
"Really. What have you done?"
"I was on the varsity wrestling squad for two years at my last school. I
was going to go out for it here too."
"Hmm."
The coach looked him over.
"Wrestling, huh? Well, you might make a decent linebacker. Practice is at
four. Come by here a little early and we'll check out some equipment for
you."
Jack showed up on time, and feeling awkward, donned a set of pads and a
smelly uniform. As the rest of the team worked out, one of the assistant
coaches had him run wind sprints and then work on a tackling dummy. Nodding
in approval, he went over to talk to the head coach.
"We're going to scrimmage in a minute," the head coach told him. "I'm going
to stick you at middle linebacker and see how you do. That's a defensive
position, behind the line. Don't worry about the plays for now, just
tackle."
He introduced Jack to the other players. As they set up for the scrimmage,
he noticed Karen, Becky, and a few other girls watching them.
"You're living with Karen Lynch, right?" one of the players said to him.
"Yeah."
"God, talk about beat-off material. What an ass. I don't know how you can
stand it."
Jack tried not to look uncomfortable.
"She's okay. Are those the cheerleaders?"
"Yeah, but don't waste your time. We call 'em the convent brigade. Word is
every one of 'em is cherry. They're nothing but a bunch of teases."
Well, not with me, Jack thought. Why do I have to be the one who turns them
into sluts?
Jack found that football, at least at his position, was not that different
from wrestling. He was agile and strong enough that nobody who came his
direction got past him. After about half an hour, he began to get familiar
with the plays. The guy who had talked to him about Karen turned out to be
Randy Nelson, the apparent previous titleholder for Biggest Dick at Sacred
Heart. Randy played defensive tackle, and was close to six-four, but had a
nascent beer gut and a bad case of acne.
When practice finally broke at five-thirty, the head coach pulled him
aside.
"Well, kid, you made the team if you're still interested. I'm not going to
start you yet, but keep at it and you've got a shot at the starting
position."
"Thanks."
Karen and Becky came up to him a minute later.
"So?"
"I made it."
"Cool!"
They high-fived him and ran back to the other cheerleaders. In the locker
room shower, Jack's equipment got a few wide-eyed glances, and he tried to
cover himself with his towel. Randy yelled over to him.
"That Becky Smith, some tits, huh?"
"Yeah."
"Corrine is a lot bigger than Becky," one of the other players said.
"Elsie the Cow, you mean. All that flesh is wasted. Give me a firm handful
any day."
"Oh yeah, like you're ever going to get your mitts on Becky Smith's tits."
"One day, my man, one day. She will yield before the year is out."
Jack tried not to think of Becky's pretty breasts, lest he get an
inconvenient hard-on. He wished she had given him more of a chance to play
with her.
Karen returned to his bed that night, and he did it with her until she let
him stop. He had long wondered what sex was going to be like, but this was
far from the romantic lovemaking he had envisioned with his future wife.
Karen seemed to have no interest in intimacy-- she didn't even much like to
kiss him until afterward. She only wanted to be fucked.
"I'm going to have a slumber party tomorrow night," she said as she lay
spent beside him. "All the girls on the cheerleading squad are coming
over."
"Okay."
"Kelly is going over to a friend of hers. And Mom always goes to bed
early."
Jack had a sudden sinking feeling in his stomach.
"What do you mean?"
"When Mom is asleep, I'm coming to get you. You're going to do it with all
of us."
He sat up in shock.
"What?"
She rolled her eyes in disgust.
"You're going to get to sleep with the entire cheerleading squad, and you
act like someone just shot your dog."
"But all of you?"
"All six of us. You met Becky. There's another four girls you're going to
pop. And you'd better control yourself enough to do it with all of us."
"But how could they all want to do it with me?"
"Please. We've talked about this forever. We've been having sex with each
other since this spring, when we all made the varsity squad. We agreed we'd
all lose it to the same guy, once we decided who it would be. Last week, we
voted on you."
His jaw dropped.
"Last week?"
"Yeah. I was still trying to figure out a way to convince you when you
dropped it into my lap."
He fell back beside her, breathing hard.
"But, they could get pregnant. All of you could."
She groaned.
"Jesus, do you really think we're that stupid? All of us are on the pill.
You can get it free from this clinic in Irvine. You don't need your
parents' permission. It's so cool. Besides, don't you want to get your
mitts on Becky Smith's tits again?"
He started, glancing over at her.
"You were listening?"
"Of course. The other four of them wanted to confirm that you were bigger
than Randy Nelson. They were impressed."
"Who is Corinne?"
"Another girl on the squad. She's got huge tits, just like they were
saying. You'll see."
"Randy was telling me how you guys were all a bunch of teases."
"Oh, fuck him. It's just because we wanted to do it our way instead letting
the football team seduce us one by one."
"You never wanted to wait until you were married?"
She laughed.
"Did you?"
He sighed.
"It's what God wants."
She laughed again.
"So go confess. Tell the priest you had sex with the whole cheerleading
squad."
"I can't."
"Well, I'm going to confess. I'm going to tell Father Roberts how my foster
brother cruelly stole my virginity."
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because you're hot and I want to keep doing it with you. Is that so
awful?"
"God says it is."
"Well, forget about God, because I'm calling the shots now."
She crawled over him and stepped out of bed. He rolled over, not watching
her leave.
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VI.
"Jack, do you know about the slumber party tonight?" Marcia asked him the
next morning.
"Yes, ma'am. Karen told me."
She smiled.
"Well I hope you can stand being in a house full of cute cheerleaders."
Jack gulped, freezing in fear at the possibility that somehow she knew
something.
She laughed, putting her hand on his arm.
"I'm kidding. I'm not worried about you. I told Karen they have to be quiet
and not bug you. They're all going to sleep in Karen's room. Kelly is going
to her friend's."
"Okay."
"How have things been going? Are you feeling any better?"
He shrugged, and she put her hand on his shoulder.
"I know how hard it is. When my husband was killed, I thought I was going
to die of grief. It still hurts when I think about it. But day by day it
gets easier. You'll see."
He nodded.
"If you ever need to talk about anything, I'll be here for you."
"Thanks."
She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.
"You'll be fine. Karen told me you made the football team."
"Yes, ma'am. It was her idea, really."
"It's good for you get involved in things. You'll make more friends this
way. And you certainly have the build for it."
She rubbed his arm.
"Go to school."
Jack returned home from practice around six and went straight to his room.
He prayed for some kind of guidance, but none came. Karen had seemed so
nice when he first met her. Where had this sex-crazed harpy come from? He
had to admit he was attracted to her, but he sure didn't like her very much
anymore.
Jack thought of the other cheerleaders he had seen with Karen the day
before. He thought he knew which one was Corinne, and he thought about her
breasts. He got an erection doing it.
Why had God given him such a big dick? None of this would have
happened--well, probably not--without it. He thought maybe it wasn't about
God; maybe it was Satan who had been tempting him. He had certainly failed
that test, but he didn't know what he was supposed to do now. He dreaded
the idea of Mass on Sunday. How could he confess what was going to happen
that night? "Bless me Father, last night I had sex with the entire
cheerleading squad"? Who would believe something like that? The priest
would think Jack was making a joke out of Confession. Of course, on the off
chance the priest believed him, all hell would break loose. Father Roberts
wasn't just the head priest; he was also the headmaster of the school. Jack
knew Confession was supposed to be inviolate, but he doubted Father Roberts
would be able to sit on that revelation and do nothing. Jack would be in
trouble either way.
But to take Communion without being absolved? Jack's entire being recoiled
at the idea. He couldn't confess. He couldn't take Communion if he didn't.
And refusing to take Communion would raise unanswerable questions. Somehow
he had to think a way out of it.
Around eight, the doorbell rang, and the other girls began to arrive. Jack
stayed in his room, dreading what was going to happen.
Just before nine, there was a knock on his door.
"Jack?" It was Marcia.
"Yes, ma'am?"
She peeked in.
"The pizza is here. Why don't you come down and join us?"
That was the last thing he wanted, but refusing would have been rude.
"Okay."
He got up and followed her down. The six girls were sitting or standing
around the dinner table eating. Marcia introduced him.
"I think you know Becky. This is Michelle, Corinne, Kisu, and Summer."
Six sly grins greeted him, and he wanted to shrink away and hide. Michelle
was a tall, athletic redhead, about five-ten. She had a huge mane of wavy
flame-red hair, and light brown eyes. Corinne indeed had enormous breasts;
they looked almost abnormal. He wondered how she managed to do the cheers
with a chest like that. She had thick, dark brown hair and pretty blue
eyes. Kisu was Asian; he thought she looked Japanese. Her eyes were almost
black, and her hair was thick and straight. In build, she was a lot like
Karen. Summer was blonde, blue-eyed, and one of the prettiest girls he'd
ever seen. Had she not been sitting next to Corinne, he would have thought
her big-breasted. In any case, she was larger than Becky was, and about an
inch taller than Karen.
Jack took several slices of pizza and turned to leave the kitchen. The
girls moaned in disappointment.
"Don't leave," Becky said.
"Ladies, behave," Marcia said. "I'm sure Jack has no interest in listening
to the six of you gossip."
"We rented 'Scream 2,'" Summer said. "You have to at least stay and watch
it with us."
"Yeah," Karen said.
Jack realized that, again, he was trapped.
"Okay."
They carted the pizza out to the living room and set up the VCR. He tried
to sit alone, but they outmaneuvered him, and he wound up on the couch
between Summer and Corinne. Marcia was clear across the room by herself.
Karen turned off all the lights and started the tape. Soon after the movie
started, both Summer and Corinne leaned against him, pretending (or it
seemed that way to Jack) to be scared. A little bit later, as Sarah
Michelle Gellar's character was getting chased out a window, Summer's hand
sneaked into his. Part of him wanted to pull away from her, but he
couldn't. He looked over at her a few times, having difficulty not staring
into her beautiful face. She smiled at him and squeezed his hand. He liked
her. Why couldn't he just go on a normal date with her? Why was this orgy
necessary?
But the more he thought about it, the more he got weak at the idea of
having her. She wanted him, obviously. And the erection growing in his
pants made it clear he wanted her.
She had pulled his hand into her lap, and he realized she was pressing it
between her legs. He glanced over at Marcia, who was paying no attention.
Summer was wearing tight jeans, and he could feel the heat from her. Unable
to stop himself, he pressed his finger against her.
She purred in his ear.
"You know Billy Mason? He's on the football team."
Jack had met him. He was only the quarterback.
"Yeah."
"He thinks he's my boyfriend. But even he's never done that to me. I've
never let him."
Jack closed his eyes. Well, that answered his question about dating her. It
was either fuck her or nothing.
He rubbed his fingers against her, having given up on fighting any of this.
If he stopped, Summer could yell out to Marcia that he was making a pass at
her. They knew they had him by the balls, and there was nothing he could do
about it.
Summer shifted next to him, bringing her legs up so that Jack had easier
access and Marcia's view of it would be blocked. She took his hand and
moved it faster. Jack followed her directions, rubbing the blade of his
hand hard against her. She closed her eyes and moaned softly. He rubbed her
for a few minutes, feeling her getting progressively hotter. Her breath was
damp, coming faster against his neck. She dug her nails into his arm.
Finally, he heard her grunt, her hand clamped down on him, and a shudder
passed through her. She squirmed next to him, legs shaking, for a close to
a minute. Then she bit at his earlobe, licking him, and leaned back against
the couch.
He glanced around, trying to see if anyone had been watching. The look on
Corinne's face told him she had seen the entire thing. She stifled a
giggle. He looked over at Marcia, but she appeared to have fallen asleep.
Corinne pulled her legs up until she was sitting on her feet, and reached
behind her to take Jack's hand. Not believing what was happening, Jack felt
her shoving his hand under her butt from behind. She wore a short pleated
skirt, and she quickly arranged Jack's hand between her thighs. Her skirt
covered everything. It looked as if she were doing nothing more than lean
back against his shoulder.
He looked over at Summer, who was watching them. She smiled and squeezed
his other hand.
He pressed upward at Corinne, feeling the damp heat of her cotton panties,
and the soft flesh they covered. He worked his middle finger between her
labia, finding the bud. Her hand squeezed his thigh, and she took a sharp
breath. She was already quite wet under her panties, and he was soon
massaging her rapidly. Her breath grew ragged, and her right hand dug into
his leg. In a minute or two, the hand clamped down on him, and she pressed
back hard against him. Then she relaxed, twitching softly, and let out a
sigh. He pulled out his hand, and she repositioned herself under his arm.
About ten minutes later, Marcia got up from her chair, surveying the room.
She didn't seem to notice, or at least didn't seem to care, about Summer
and Corrine being cuddled up on the couch with Jack.
"Okay, folks, I'm going to bed. Don't stay up too late, and try not to make
too much noise."
"Okay, Mom."
"Goodnight, Mrs. Lynch," the rest of them said.
When the movie ended about half an hour later, Karen slipped quietly
upstairs while the rest of them glanced at Jack or whispered to themselves.
Karen returned a minute later, grinning at them.
"Okay, she's asleep. It's show time."
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VII.
With Karen leading the way, Summer and Corinne took Jack's hands and pulled
him upstairs. The other three cheerleaders followed. Once inside Karen and
Kelly's room, they pushed him down into a chair. Karen shut the door and
stood in front of him as the others circled around.
"Here's how its going to go. You're going to do it with each of us, one at
a time. We drew names on the order. It's going to be Michelle, me, Becky,
Summer, Kisu, and Corinne. And since I doubt even you could get it up six
times in one night, we drew names on that too. You get to come with me,
Summer, and Corinne. After that, we'll see."
Then she turned to the other girls.
"Anyone who wants to clean up or use the bathroom, do it now. Becky, help
me push the beds together."
Karen and Becky began moving the furniture. Summer, Corinne, and Kisu went
into the bathroom. Michelle stood next to him, grinning. He stared at the
floor and tried not to think.
"Are you nervous?"
"I'm okay."
"I am. We've been planning this for so long. I can't believe it's finally
happening."
Karen and Becky finished moving the beds. Becky went into the bathroom, and
Karen turned down the sheets. Summer and Corinne came out of the bathroom,
both of them naked. Karen kicked Jack's foot and started to disrobe.
"Check those out. Pretty big, huh?"
Corinne's breasts looked even bigger out of her clothes. Summer was a
vision of perfection, heavy breasts, perfectly shaped hips and legs.
Looking at the two girls was too painful, and he glanced back to Michelle.
Her forehead creased in concern, and she dropped to her knees next to him.
"Is something wrong?"
"This is wrong. I'm sorry."
She rubbed his leg.
"It's my first time. Please try to make it special."
Her words sent a stab through him. If was going to do this, he had to do it
right. It was bad enough taking virginity from four girls at once. It would
be worse if it was an experience they wanted to forget afterward.
"Okay."
Michelle smiled and kissed him on the cheek. He looked up and saw that the
other five girls had all stripped by now.
"Okay, you two," Becky said. "You're on."
Michelle stepped back from him and pulled off her top. She hadn't been
wearing a bra. Her breasts were small and firm, her stomach smooth and
muscular. She wriggled out of her jeans, exposing a sex fringed with bright
red hair. Her skin was quite fair, and the effect was almost startling. She
sat on the end of the bed, smiling.
Jack steeled himself, and began undressing. When he finally revealed his
stiffening cock, some of the girls moaned.
"Shh," Karen said. "You guys have to be quiet. If you have to make noise,
do it into the pillow."
He lay down on the bed beside Michelle, and she rolled into his arms. The
other girls circled the bed to watch. He kissed and fondled her for a
while, trying not to think about their audience. The feel of her long,
silky legs sliding against him was enough to distract him. After a few
minutes, she pushed him over and leaned down to suck on him.
"Don't get carried away with that," Karen said. "He comes pretty quickly
that way."
Jack tried to resist the sensations, and ventured a glance around the bed
at the other girls. He again locked eyes with Summer, and felt weak. He was
growing sick with wanting her, and he hated himself for it.
Michelle rose, rolling on her back next to him. As the other girls murmured
to each other, he rolled over on top of her. He felt Karen pinch his butt.
"Remember, you can't come. The first one belongs to me."
Michelle lay passively, only spreading her legs and putting her hands on
his hips. He probed up at her, and though her felt her wetness, couldn't
immediately find his way in.
"Let me do it," Becky said. He felt her reaching between them to position
Jack's cock.
Now he was on his way in, feeling himself pressing against her hymen, but
as soon as he did, it parted, and he slipped inside. Michelle arched her
back, moaning. She was tight, tighter than either Karen or Becky, and he
was immediately concerned about coming. But the thought of what Karen might
do chilled his arousal.
Having learned a little about what Karen liked, he tried to apply it to
Michelle. She was soon groaning and clawing at his back, and a few minutes
later, lifted off the bed below him in orgasm. She was stronger than he
anticipated, and her legs gripped his tightly. He kept at it, and she came
again about thirty seconds later. When she relaxed back against the
mattress, holding Jack closely, Karen slapped his butt.
"Time's up."
He rolled off Michelle, and she kissed him one last time, smiling.
"Thanks."
Karen climbed on the bed, straddling Jack immediately.
"Yee-ha," Summer said.
Not bothering with any preliminaries, Karen impaled herself on Jack's stiff
organ. She rode him to three orgasms and then flopped onto the bed beside
him. She rolled onto her stomach, pushing out her buttocks.
"Finish up like this."
"That's the ass the whole football team wants," Corinne said, and all of
them laughed.
Jack mounted her from behind, reaching around to grip her firm breasts. She
pushed herself back at him, clawing at the bed. The feel of her hard
buttocks pressing against him was a new sensation, and he rose to orgasm
faster than he expected. He groaned, grinding himself into her, and came
like a fire hose. Then he fell forward onto her back.
A minute later, Karen wriggled out from under him.
"Two down, four to go."
Becky crawled into bed with him, laying on his chest to kiss him.
"Take your time," she murmured to him. "Let's just play for a bit."
He kissed her for a few minutes, fondling her wonderful breasts. She was
high and firm, probably as big as she could get without starting to sag.
Just the feel of her, perky flesh, stiff nipples, was enough to reawaken
his cock. She kneeled above him, holding herself over his mouth, letting
him suckle her for several minutes.
"She likes that a lot," Michelle said. "Keep it up."
He did. She swung herself back and forth, alternating breasts in his mouth.
He reached down between her legs, feeling her. She was quite wet by now,
and he flicked his finger against her. She moaned, pressing her breasts
down harder on his mouth.
"Look how wet she is," Summer said. "Try to get her off that way."
Jack continued stroking her, and about thirty seconds later she shuddered
in orgasm, collapsing onto his chest.
"God, Becks," Corinne said. "How can you come so easily?"
"Breath control," she mumbled.
Jack was hard by now, and when Becky realized it, she slid down, letting
his cock slide up between her thighs. A second later, he slipped into her
wetness. She lay flat on him, kissing him, rolling her butt up and down
slowly. He noticed Karen and Corinne at the end of the bed, looking up at
where they were joined. Michelle and Kisu were leaning against the bed on
one side, Summer on the other. Michelle had a happy grin on her face, but
Kisu looked somewhat nervous. He couldn't quite read Summer's mood, but she
appeared to be interested.
Becky rose up, pulling up her knees to straddle him. She cupped her breasts
and then brought his hands up to fondle her. He sat up himself a second
later, pulling her breasts to his mouth. She moaned, rising up and down on
him.
"Ooo, I like that position," Michelle said.
"Me, too," Summer said.
He got little stimulation this way, which was fine with him, since he knew
he wasn't allowed to come yet, but Becky got plenty. She rubbed herself
faster, starting to let out louder and louder moans.
"Shh!" Karen said. She grabbed a pillow and shoved it in Becky's face.
Becky held it against Jack's shoulder and buried her head in it. Jack could
hear her muffled cries nonetheless, and she soon shuddered in climax, once,
then twice. Then she relaxed in his arms, sagging against him. He leaned
back, taking her with him.
"Next," Karen said.
Summer reached up to caress his shoulder.
"Do you want to rest first?"
He nodded, breathing hard. Becky rolled off him. Grinning at Jack, Michelle
climbed up next to her, immediately diving between her legs to lick at her
wet sex. Becky moaned, grabbing Michelle's red hair. Karen laughed,
climbing up with them, and straddled Becky's face.
He felt someone rolling on the bed behind him, and realized it was Summer.
She put her hand on his chest.
"Wait. Not yet. Just watch those dykes for a while."
She kissed him on the forehead.
Jack watched as Corinne lay on her back on the end of the bed, sliding up
between Michelle's thighs. Michelle spread herself, settling down on
Corinne's face. Not to be left out, Kisu kneeled at the end of the bed to
suck on Corinne's breasts and masturbate her.
"You'd never guess all six cheerleaders would turn out to be bi-, would
you?" Summer asked him as she caressed his chest. "We've been getting it on
like this since cheerleader camp after the varsity squad was picked back in
May. We played truth-or-dare one night, and it got racier and racier. We
started joking about doing each other, and pretty soon we were."
Jack ran his eyes over the chain of girls, from Karen, to Becky, to
Michelle, to Corinne, and finally Kisu. Summer leaned down to nibble on his
earlobe.
"Does that excite you? It does, doesn't it?"
She reached down to stroke his still-erect cock.
"I can tell."
He watched as Becky thrashed in orgasm, followed by Karen, then Michelle,
then Corinne.
"Poor Kisu," Summer whispered. "Stuck at the end of the line. Do you want
to watch me do her before you do me?"
His breath caught in his throat, and she grinned.
"I thought so."
She looked down the bed.
"Kisu. Come here."
Kisu smiled, realizing what she meant. Summer rolled over Jack to lie
between him and Becky. The other girls slid off the bed as Kisu climbed up.
Summer took Kisu's face in her hands and kissed her. Kisu was slim, like
Karen, but her breasts were smaller, tipped with almost invisible pink
nipples. Her sex was almost as bare as Kelly's, fringed only with a thin
border of straight black hair. Summer pulled her up to suckle her breasts,
reaching down to masturbate her as he had done to Becky.
"Woo!" Karen whispered. "Go, girl!"
Summer finished with Kisu's breasts and pulled her up further to lick at
her. Jack thought he might burst, watching this beautiful blonde girl
making love to another woman. Summer licked her eagerly, almost attacking
Kisu with her tongue. Kisu leaned against the wall, biting her hand to keep
from crying out. She kept still, only breathing harder and harder. Suddenly
she began to shake, thrashing over Summer's mouth for a good ten seconds,
finally throwing herself to the side, gasping in exhaustion.
Summer wiped her mouth, looking over at Jack, smiling.
"Your turn."
He needed no further encouragement, rolling onto her. She took him in her
arms, kissing him deeply. He tasted Kisu in her mouth. He ran his hands
over her body, feeling her firm, heavy breasts and hot, damp nest of hair.
She chewed on his neck, moaning in his ear.
"Do you know how many guys want to fuck me?" she whispered to him. "How
many of them want my virginity? All of them. Every guy I meet. I can tell
from how they look at me. But I'm giving it to you."
He moaned, wanting her so badly it hurt. She reached down, pulling on his
aching cock. He leaned over, sucking on her breasts until he thought it
must hurt her, but she only moaned and scratched at his back. Finally, she
pulled his head up, pulling him onto her.
"Now," she moaned at him. "Do it."
He positioned his cock between her legs, finding her virginity. He pushed
in, and it resisted him for longer than he expected. Then he tore into her.
She let out a muffled squeak, clawing his butt painfully. But as he moved
into her, filling her, pushing her out, she gasped. The knowledge that he
was going where no one had been before, giving her something no one else
ever had, almost made him come then and there. Summer might play the good
Catholic schoolgirl, but he suspected her sex drive was too strong to be
contained forever. He might be the first, but he would not likely be the
last to make love to this beautiful creature. He was the first, though, and
no matter how many came after him, she would remember this. He was
determined to make the memory a good one.
She seemed to be as determined on that front as he was. They forgot their
grinning audience, and lost themselves in each other. He had more control
than he had the first time around, and he held himself off, trying to give
her everything she wanted. She came, then came again. When she approached
her third orgasm, she moaned in his ear.
"With me . . . with me . . . come with me."
The idea of her actually asking for it was enough. When he felt her let go,
he joined her, burying himself inside her as far as he could go.
Gradually, he came back into focus. The sudden remembrance of where they
were was painful. He would have to let go of Summer and do it with two more
girls, pretty though they might be.
"Wow," Becky said. "You guys were really going there."
Summer sighed contentedly.
"I'm officially ruined now," she said, and they all laughed. Jack closed
his eyes. Two more to go.
They took a break, and let Jack use the bathroom. Karen put on her pajamas
and went downstairs to get some sodas.
"Mom's still out cold," she said when she returned.
"I thought Jack and Summer were going to wake up the whole neighborhood,"
Michelle said.
"What can I say?" Summer said. "I couldn't help it."
"Your mom sleeps like she's dead," Becky said.
"I know. We could do it outside her door and she wouldn't notice."
Corinne nudged Kisu.
"You're up."
Kisu smiled at him, and climbed onto the bed. She sat on her knees next to
him.
"You know, I've never even kissed a boy before," she said.
"Definitely virgin territory," Karen said.
"My mom is really strict and old-fashioned. My parent's marriage was
arranged. She came here to meet my dad right before the wedding. I think
she kind of wanted the same thing for me. She won't even let me date yet."
"So you have to take it slow," Summer said. "Be nice to her."
"Yeah," Becky said.
Out of guilt, if nothing else, he did. He had less energy left now anyway,
so twenty minutes of necking and fondling was fine with him. But he wanted
a good look at her sex, that slim, sparsely-haired mound she had. He
wondered if all Asian women were like her. He pulled her up to his mouth as
Summer had done, and parted her lips with his tongue. As before, she
remained passive, saving all her energy for her orgasm. Then he lay her on
her back, and rolled onto her. She spread her legs, allowing him in.
He felt the now familiar tearing of her hymen, and slipped into her. She
was even tighter than Michelle, and seemed to grow tighter as he filled
her. After a moment or two, he realized she was squeezing him. As he thrust
in and out of her, she gripped him rhythmically, relaxing as he thrust in,
squeezing as he withdrew. He drove at her more rapidly, but she lay still.
Only inside did she seem to move a muscle.
Her internal massage was quickly dissolving his control. He knew he wasn't
supposed to come, but he couldn't stop himself. All at once, she burst into
orgasm, thrashing around under him. Her muscles went rock hard around him,
bringing pain, but even more pleasure. He kept thrusting at her, all
control gone, wanting nothing but to continue the experience she was giving
him. She came again, squeezing him even more tightly.
When she had recovered, she pulled herself up to moan softly in his ear.
"Come in me. I want you to come inside me. I can keep you up for Corinne."
He groaned, thrusting harder, rising to orgasm in a few seconds. But the
instant he did, she clamped down on him like a vise. He spasmed into her,
but her tight muscles closed him off, preventing his sperm from flowing.
His head swam as he felt his cock squirting uselessly, then the sperm
flowing back up inside him. He gasped, falling forward onto her. What the
hell had she just done? And she had never even kissed a boy before?
"Did he come?" Corinne asked.
Karen slapped his butt.
"Did you just come?"
"No," Kisu said. "It's okay."
Kisu relaxed herself and pushed him off, and they saw his cock was still
fully erect.
"It looked like he came," Corinne said.
"I saved him for you," Kisu said.
"Cool. My turn."
Corinne crawled over Kisu onto Jack.
"The best for last," she said.
"Every guy in school wants those tits," Karen said. "Enjoy them."
"Everyone except Randy Nelson," Summer said, "but he's an idiot."
Corinne knelt above him and let him play with her as Becky had. Jack
quickly lost himself in her enormous mammaries, fondling and sucking on
her. She was so big it took two hands to cover even one of her breasts. He
moved around with her, trying different ways of squishing her again him.
She giggled when she realized what he was doing, and helped.
"I've got an idea," Karen said.
"What?" Corinne asked.
"Hold on." Karen got up and went into the bathroom. She came back with a
bottle of moisturizer.
"Rub this between your tits, then massage his dick with them."
Corinne jumped up and took the bottle, rubbing the lotion all over her
breasts.
"Sit on the end of the bed," she told Jack.
He did, and she knelt in front of him. She pressed her breasts around his
cock and began moving up and down. Jack had never even conceived of
something like this, but the sensations took over very quickly. Corinne
bent down a few times to suck on him, but mainly worked him with her tits.
When he realized she would get him off if it went much longer, he pulled
her up. She pushed him back on the bed.
"Let me do it."
He lay on his back and she climbed up on to him. Reaching behind, she
positioned the head of his cock against her virginity.
"Everybody watch," she said. The other girls gathered at the end of the
bed.
She sat back, and a moment later, he broke into her. She squeaked softly
when he did.
"I saw the pop," Becky said.
"Me, too," Michelle said.
Summer rolled her eyes.
"Jesus, you guys."
Corinne settled herself down on him, and set to work. Jack was running out
of energy, so he contented himself with tweaking her nipples and holding
himself up for her. She rode him for about ten minutes before sating
herself.
"Lay still," she said. "I'll finish you off."
She climbed off his cock and resumed her breast massage. As he grew close
to coming, she bent her head down, opening her mouth. The first shot of
come went in, and she dropped down to suck up the rest. When he was done,
Karen and Becky leaned over the bed to kiss Corinne and taste him,
giggling.
Jack thought he was through, but it turned out not to be. With the strict
schedule complete, the slumber party degenerated into a disorganized orgy.
Summer brought forth another erection with her mouth, but after that, it
became a blur, an endless succession of mouths, hands, and wet flesh
enveloping his cock. When, after his fifth orgasm, they were unable to coax
another erection out of him, Karen dismissed him and sent him back to his
room.
He lay for a few minutes, feeling disgusted with himself, before falling
asleep.
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