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> As Player Bob requested:
>
>
>
>                            Orange County Babylon
>
>                                   PART ONE        by
>                                Michael Dalton
>
>
>
>
>                    IMPORTANT LEGAL INFORMATION
>
>
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>
>
>      This story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to real persons
> is unintentional and strictly coincidental.  Although this story refers
> to many real places and organizations, such mention should not be taken
> to imply either a relationship or approval of any sort.  This work
> contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity, and anyone offended
> by such things should read no further.  If reception of this work is
> illegal due to your age or other repressive local regulations,
> liability for downloading it is your problem, not mine.  This work is
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>
>
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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.
>
>
>
>   ------------------------------------------------------------------------
>
>                                      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.
>
>   ------------------------------------------------------------------------
>
>                                     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.
>
>   ------------------------------------------------------------------------
>
>                                     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.
>
>   ------------------------------------------------------------------------
>
>                                     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.
>
>   ------------------------------------------------------------------------
>
>                                      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.
>
>   ------------------------------------------------------------------------
>
>                                     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."
>
>   ------------------------------------------------------------------------
>
>                                     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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