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Veronica
CHAPTER NINE
George's brother, on leave for the weekend, was home
visiting his family and soon-to-be-fiancee, so his entire
family from all over Ohio and Michigan was gathered there.
That pretty much tied George up for the weekend. What I
didn't know was that in Michigan, he had this third- or
fourth-cousin about his own age who was a real beauty.
Apparently, it was love at first sight. But I didn't find
out about that till later.
Anyhow, I was at loose ends. I kept thinking about what
Susan had told me and what we'd done together and kept
getting hornier and hornier. Dad had been working
midnights, which put him in a great mood to begin with, and
he was off on a tirade because two of the other guys had
been poring through some girlie magazines in the lunch
room. Dad was raving about how those types of magazines
shouldn't be allowed and so on and so forth. On Saturday
morning, Jeanne and I were sitting at the kitchen table --
this was around nine o'clock -- looking through Teenbeat or
somesuch, and Dad, who had just gotten home from work about
a half-hour before, was stalking around raving and holding
forth. Mom just sighed and tried to humor him and gave him
another beer, probably hoping to sedate him. Jeanne and I
finally got so tired of it that we went to our room to fix
each other's hair and ended up sucking each other's nipples
and playing Yellow Pages.
Which somehow only made me hornier.
And then, at half-past two, I got the phone on the second
ring -- just ahead of Jeanne.
"Hi!"
"Hi, yourself, Susan," I said.
"We're going to have a little pool party. Interested?"
"I sure am. This place is dead."
"I'll pick you up in a half-hour. Bye!"
Well Mom, being Mom in every sense of the word, insisted
that I should bring some food with me. By the time Susan
arrived, she had concocted about eight pounds of her
patented Killer Onion & Tobasco & Sour Cream Dip. I know
-- it sounds disgusting, but it was great. Susan thought
it was terrific and yelled her thanks from the window of
the five-year-old Rambler.
Old blankets were spread across the seats because the
Rambler had been sitting out in the sun. Susan was wearing
cutoff jeans -- the legs were frayed -- and a tee-shirt
emblazoned with the British flag. The colors were faded
from frequent washings. I was wearing similar shorts and
an oversized Mets tee-shirt left behind by my phantom
step-brother on his last visit. Under it I was wearing the
top of Alexis' swimsuit; I'd filched it from the bitch.
While we waited for the light, to turn onto Eagle Point,
Susan had something to say: "I told Ed what we did, Marie.
I hope you're not mad."
I hadn't considered the possibility, but now that I thought
about it, I wasn't surprised. I told her so. And I asked
her about his reaction.
"He wants to watch." The light changed, and we tooled up
the steep slope past the gas station and the grade school.
>From the moment of her first revelation, I'd sort of
guessed what the answer would be -- at least some of it --
but I wasn't sure what I was letting myself in for. I
wanted Susan again, and I wanted to see Susan and Bill.
I'd supposed something might happen with Ed, but I knew
that there would never be too much I could do with Bill if
he was as well- hung as Susan described.
But what troubled me was who else might know. Susan and Ed
and probably Bill and Duane, and did they have friends?
And did their friends have friends? I mean, Rossford
wasn't -- still isn't -- very big and word gets around
fast. I mean, I was still going to be stuck there for a
few years -- five or six, anyhow -- and I didn't want every
drunken football squad to decide it had a right to use me.
"It's bothering you, isn't it?" she prompted.
"Ummmm...yes." I explained my misgivings.
"I understand. Well, we've had to be pretty discreet about
our ways, and we're careful who we tell stuff to. But if
you're uncomfortable with it, we can always just call it
off?"
And I thought: What the hell? I was sick and tired of
having everyone else decide they had a right to tell me how
to live and how to behave. We weren't hurting anyone with
what we did, and no one was being forced to do anything, so
whose business was it? Ours -- period. And the rest of
the world was just going to have to deal with it.
[Remember when this was. A lot of people were doing and
saying the same thing and with just about as much thought
to the future and the social implications and everything
else. The Sexual Revolution was in full swing -- excuse
the pun -- the era of Free Love was just really getting
started.]
"Well, I want to do it," I told her. "And I want to see
you doing it with them, too."
She stopped at the four-way light, leaned over and kissed
me on the cheek. "Are you sure?"
"No -- but I want to do it."
"Oh, I was hoping you'd say that." She resumed driving and
I watched her big nipples press against the Union Jack
tee-shirt.
A half-dozen cars were parked in the driveway in front of
the double- garage and along the road in front of the
house. We unloaded the car -- Susan had about 15 pounds of
chicken parts and miscellaneous other supplies she'd picked
up at the Kroger on her way to my house -- and went inside.
Bill and another guy -- who Susan introduced as Louis --
were washing and peeling some vegetables in the kitchen.
Bill was wearing big, baggy bermudas, and no bulge was
visible. Louis was a darkly good-looking guy about 20. He
was shirtless and wearing tight cutoffs. A significant
bulge was in evidence.
Through the kitchen windows I could see eight or nine
others in the back. Some were sitting around the pool and
two wee sunning themselves on chaise lounges. Five of them
were women. Duane wasn't out there, but Ed was conversing
with a stunning blonde in skintight short-short cutoffs and
a man-cut blouse that was mostly unbuttoned. She was
everyone's idea of a corn-fed cheerleader from the Midwest:
5-foot-6, honey blonde hair she could have sat on, a
perfect and firm figure, pretty, open face and -- I'd never
seen this before -- one blue eye and one green eye.
The eyes were not well-focused. Susan saw where I was
looking, and when we went upstairs for her to change and me
to strip to my mismatched swimsuit, she explained.
"That's Bonnie," she said. "Louis brought her."
"She's beautiful!"
Susan's face disappeared as she pulled off her tee-shirt
and revealed her lovely breasts and magnificent nipples.
"She's totally fucked up, Marie. She'll go out with anyone
who gives her drugs and everyone who can get them will
supply her, especially with Sunshine and Chocolate, 'cause
when she gets stoned she'll let anyone do anything they
want with her." She frowned. "She's going to burn herself
out by the time she's 17, and she's going to get hurt."
"Maybe someone should talk to her."
Susan kissed me lightly on the forehead. "She's almost as
sweet as you, but she's got problems, hon. As soon as
someone suggests she lay off the shit, she starts screaming
about being judgmental and repressive and -- " She sighed.
"She's going to have to see her way clear by herself.
Sometimes it's like that."
We went downstairs. Susan supervised the Kitchen Patrol,
and I went straight for the pool.
The afternoon went quickly, and then it was dusk, and we
wee all mellow. I'd had a couple of beers ,and the place
was emptying out. In the course of the get-together, I
guess about 20 people had been there, with some leaving as
others arrived. By the time sunset was past and the pool
lights were on, eight of us remained: Bill, Ed, Susan,
Louis, Bonnie -- who was thoroughly stoned by then -- and
this Oriental couple who were friends of Susan's from the
University. They were nice, but rather quiet and seemed
quite conservative.
Bonnie hadn't been in the pool during the heat of the
midday sun, begging off because she said it took her hair
forever to dry and was a real pain in the ass to set. Now,
though, she was letting herself be led to the pool by
Louis. Her blouse by now was completely unbuttoned. She
had the shirt-tails tied across her flat little midriff.
And from the way she was moving, she was stoned out of her
mind. She suddenly pushed Louis ahead of her, into the
pool, then dived in with perfect, effortless grace. She
surfaced beyond him, and he chased her, under the water.
Bonnie suddenly shrieked and disappeared beneath the
surface. About ten seconds later, both of them surfaced.
Louis was behind her, and her blouse was untied, and his
hands were feasting on her perfect, firm breasts. She
caught one of his hands in one of hers and pushed it down
over her stomach and beneath the surface of the water.
>From the way she arched and leaned her head back against
his shoulder, her ripe, red lips offered, it was pretty
obvious where his hand was, and that it was in familiar
territory.
The Oriental couple made polite noises and left.
Louis waved goodbye, and Bonnie broke away. She swam to
the deepest part of the pool and shrugged off the blouse.
Then she dove, and when she broke the surface again, she
was holding over her head in one hand a piece of wet, faded
blue denim. She swung it a couple of times, then hurled it
toward Louis. It fell short and floated in the pool.
"Come and get it -- if you can!" she shrieked. Then she
did a perfect tuck, rolling her pale, tight little ass out
of the water for a moment before her legs came straight up
and parted, exposing her fine, blonde pussy to the stars
and pool lights -- not to mention all of us -- before she
slid beneath the surface.
Louis swam clumsily toward her and dove, but by the time he
came up, she was at the shallow end, standing in hip deep
water.
All of us were looking at her perfect, stoned, overheated
loveliness as she hoisted herself up and sat on the edge of
the pool apron.
Ed trotted by us and said a single word to Susan in
passing: "Neighbors."
"Shit!" she blurted and ran after him, motioning to Bill.
Louis was just reaching the place where Bonnie sat,
perched.
"Get her inside!" Ed hissed. "The neighbors!"
"Damn!"
Susan and Bill each took and arm and dog-trotted her, all
wet, barely jiggling firm flesh and lithe young curves, to
the patio doors. Ed leaned down and helped Louis out of
the pool. Somewhere along the line, Louis had shed his
shorts and his rapidly limpening -- but still impressive --
erection was fading fast.
I stood there like a bump on a log, a half-gnawed crescent
of watermelon forgotten in my hand, till Ed turned at the
door: "Coming inside for the party?"
In for a dime, in for a dollar, I figured, and walked
toward the house.
By the time I'd gotten there, someone had dumped all the
cushions from the couch on the floor and covered them with
those big beach towels. Bonnie was laying flat on her back
in the middle of two of them with her legs open and her
knees wide. Her feet were flat on the floor. She was
holding her arms up to Louis, and she was babbling, "C'mon,
come on and get next to me, get inside me, awww, please
..."
Louis, being not nearly as stupid as he usually looked, was
wasting no time. He was kneeling next to her head. His
dick was again swollen and bobbing. He reached down with
one hand and rubbed her nipples, then ran his hand down to
finger her cunt. She was so wet I could hear her cunt suck
his finger even over the noise of the drapes being pulled
across the patio doors.
Bonnie reached up and grabbed his dick. She pulled him
down to her face and sucked it into her mouth, arching her
head back and up and taking more and more of him till he
was balls' deep in her face. He kept working his finger in
and out of her, and she was hunching her hips up as fast
and demandingly as he was pushing his thick dick in and out
between her sweet lips.
"She has such a pretty pussy," Susan whispered. She'd come
up to stand behind me and was close enough that I felt her
whisper on my ear.
She did indeed. "Lickable," I said.
"I'll bet it is."
"You've never -- ?"
"She isn't into it from women or men."
"You mean she doesn't like it?"
"Maybe you'll see." Susan's hand was resting on my arm,
just above the elbow. The scene was getting to me; my
nipples were hard and Susan's touch sent a chill through
me. I felt the moisture beginning between my legs.
I wasn't the only one it was getting to. Ed and Bill were
rubbing their cocks through their clothes. In Bill's case,
that was a lot of rubbing. Even through the loose
bermudas, the bulge was impressive.
Bonnie's hand came up to rest on Louis's hips, and she
began pulling him deeper and harder into her mouth. He had
taken his finger from her cunt and was using both hands to
brace himself over her. He was pumping his cock in and out
of her mouth, fucking her face. Suddenly, he stiffened,
and Bonnie's lips were stretched still further as he poured
his cum into her sucking mouth. I could hear her gurgling
with his load. When he finally pulled his dick out of her
mouth, she held him in place for a moment and rubbed his
prick, still sperm- and saliva-slicked, all over her lovely
face.
"You are such a sweet little cocksucker," Louis gasped.
Eyes closed, head twisting slowly from side to side, Bonnie
whimpered, "Yeah, I'm a cocksucker, a cocksucker slut, just
a slut, I'll take on anyone and everyone and I want to I
want you I want you all of you to do to do to do -- "
Definitely ripped.
"Wow," Ed said. He stepped forward, hand poised on his
zipper. "Do you mind?" This was addressed to Louis.
"No, man, be my guest."
"Much obliged," said Ed, unzipping, stripping and dropping
over her. His dick was rock-hard and slid slowly into her.
"Oh, wow, she's so fucking hot and tight!" he groaned.
"Real snapper, man," Louis replied. He lay on his back,
gasping for breath on the worn carpet beside them.
Bonnie's legs came up and locked around Ed's pumping butt,
and he thrust in and out of her. She thrust back and then
moved her legs higher, to his waist. He was pumping down
as much as forward now, and even over the noise of their
moans and breathing, I could clearly hear her cunt sucking
on his dick.
Suddenly, Ed pushed upright and hooked his arms behind and
under her knees. He pushed her legs back farther and
father, till her knees were even with her shoulders and
more. She was so limber it seemed perfectly comfortable
for her. He was pounding into her now, and I could see his
dick stretching her cunt and see her cunt skin pulling out
with his outstrokes.
When Ed started to cum in her, her belly rippled and
heaved, and she was plainly cumming with him, but silently.
Ed suddenly yelled, "Damn!" and then bucked against her
and shook for a long time. When he pulled away, his dick
stretched long and thin as her cunt refused to relinquish
its grasp for a long time. His glans finally popped free,
and he sank back to rest on his knees, her legs came down
on either side of him n slow, fluid motion, like it had
been choreographed. Her belly still heaved, and her
nipples looked swollen to bursting. A few drops of white
goo leaked from between her swollen cunt lips.
"More more more more -- " she moaned over and over, her
arms again up and seeking. Her eyes were closed.
"When she came," Ed breathed, "her snatch like to pull my
dick off. Wow!"
"Me?" Bill asked Louis, politely. Bill had his bermudas
opened. Louis looked and so did I. I was impressed. Bill
was truly hung like a horse. His cock was very long and
very thick, certainly the biggest I'd seen at that point,
and maybe it's the biggest I've ever seen.
"Listen, man, let me go next," Louis said. "She's my date.
After you put that in her, she won't even feel me."
"Cool."
Louis was sporting another thick hard-on, thick enough that
I doubted his assertion, but at the moment my attention was
usurped by two things: Susan's lips brushing the nape of my
neck and her hands running up and down over my torso.
At just that moment, Ed turned and looked at us. He
grinned. "Magic time!" Then he got up and padded naked
from the room.
Louis was grunting and puffing as he stuffed his thick dick
into Bonnie, and she was moaning as he made slow but steady
progress into her seeping blonde pussy.
I half-turned to Susan. "What did he mean, 'Magic time'?"
"That's sort of an in-joke. Actors say that before they go
on stage...or on-camera."
"Ohhh, that's good!" Bonnie gasped as Louis buried the
last of his thick prick in her tight cunt.
"On-camera -- "
Just as Louis started pumping, Ed returned. He had two
cameras -- a 35 millimeter and a Polaroid -- around his
neck and was carrying a super- 8 camera. I turned and
stared at Susan.
"Well, you know he's a photography nut," she said, and
pulled her tee- shirt over her head.
Louis was pumping Bonnie hard, so hard that the breath
crashed out of her with each plunge, and even her hard
teenage tits jiggled -- and she seemed to love it. She was
gasping and moaning, and her legs were straight up, and she
was holding them that way with her hands on her
ankles...and then she let them flop wide and lay there and
let Louis collapse on top of her and pour his cum into her.
When he pulled out, a white fringe was around her exposed
pussy and drooling down into the crack of that perfect
blonde ass. And Ed was right there, snapping away with his
Polaroid and occasionally with the 35 millimeter.
Louis rolled off her and climbed unsteadily to his feet.
"Oh, man," he was moaning. "What a hot piece of ass.
She's all yours," he said over his shoulder as he got a
beer from the fridge.
Bill was over her in a moment, his huge cock looking
monstrous and dark with hot blood as he positioned himself.
He crawled backwards over her, and when his big balls were
near her cunt, I swear his knob was over her naval -- and
his prick looked as big as her slender thighs. She reached
down almost negligently and grasped his fat dong and
groaned, "Oh, yeah, fuck me with it! Fuck me!"
She still hadn't opened her eyes.
She used one hand to spread her cunt and the other to guide
his stiff dong and somehow managed to wedge the head
halfway into her narrow cunt. Her young pussy was being
stretched incredibly, yet she was rolling her slim hips
desperately, determined to engulf that meat.
She succeeded -- and when the head popped completely into
her, her reaction was visible and audible. She gasped and
bit her lip, and he groaned and sank slowly, slowly down
onto and into her. It looked like a broomstick was
sticking out of her, and he was balancing on it. He seemed
to be letting most of his weight rest on his dick, and
still it sank into her slowly.
She made a sound when he was a little more than halfway in.
It sounded like she was in pain -- and considering how much
she was being stretched, that would have made sense -- but
even as she wailed, she was bringing those gorgeous legs up
and around and resting her feet on his ass and pushing him
into her.
At the same time, Susan was busy. She'd been running her
hands up and down my arms and occasionally kissing the nape
of my neck -- which has always been a sensitive spot for me
-- and now her hands were moving around the front to graze
my tits through Alexis' swimsuit top. Her fingertips made
slow circles around the outer edges of my tits, spiraling
in until she was rubbing my nipples. My legs seemed to get
weak, and I let myself sink back against her, feeling her
nipples hot and hard against my back. I was just turning
my head to kiss her when:
"AUGGGGHH!"
We all stared. Bill was pounding that monster cock into
her as far as it would go -- all but maybe the last two or
three inches -- but he hadn't given up trying to get the
whole thing into her. He slammed into her until her whole
body shook when his fat glans slammed into the end of her
cunt and then withdrew just an inch or two and slammed in
again. And each time, when he hit bottom, he ground
against her for a moment or so, trying to press more into
her.
"Oh, shit, I feel it IN MY STOMACH!"
She was obviously hurting, yet obviously didn't want to
stop, because: "More! MORE!"
Bill was obliging, but his restraint gave way before she
opened up any deeper. His big balls tightened and pulled
up, and his cock swelled even more and he jab-jab-jabbed at
her as he poured his load into her hot, blonde teenage
cunt. He seemed to cum for a long time, and a lot, and the
stuff backed up the length of her meat-filled twat and
began to ooze out around the fat plug of his cock.
Louis, by the way, stood naked to one side. In one hand he
held a half-emptied bottle of Blatz (and oh, what memories
that recalled!) and the other stroked his half-hard cock as
he urged, "Yeah, man! Pin that bitch! She wants it!"
And, of course, during all of this, Ed was happily snapping
his pictures.
Bill pulled out. Even limp, his cock seemed to go on
forever. When the head finally popped free, juices -- his,
Ed's, Louis's, hers -- drooled lushly out of her sweet
little cunt. She lay there, gasping ... and one hand came
up -- her eyes were still closed -- beckoning anyone and
everyone, while the other went between her legs to rub and
tantalize her already swollen cunt and clit. The message
was clear: More.
Susan pulled my swimsuit top up, exposing my breasts, and
got her hands on my naked nipples, and a great gush of
excitement went through me. All the beer and horniness
swept me and I felt a moment of vertigo. Bill saw what was
going on and crawled to us on all fours. He pulled my
bottoms down to my ankles and guided my feet out of them,
then began licking me. He moaned, "What a gorgeous little
pussy!" over and over as he tried to lick me dry, a
self-defeating exercise at the coldest of times, and that
was far from one of them.
Louis drained the last of his beer and put the cold bottle
on the carpet between Bonnie's legs. I seemed to zoom in
on the beads of condensation on the outside of the amber
glass and the slowly settling ring of foam on the inside.
I wondered, oddly, if that was what jism would look like
through amber glass, and then Bonnie was rubbing the bottle
up and down, up and down, pressing it against the split of
her slippery slit.
Ed was in conflict. Photograph what Susan and Bill were
doing to me, or focus on Bonnie, who just might turn the
bottle ninety degrees and stuff it into her (apparently)
perpetually hungry cunt?
Susan lowered me to the carpet and helped me lay back.
Bill never missed a lick as she began sucking my nipples
while on all fours facing my feet. I felt the first of the
orgasms rising in me, and then I felt Bill's hands
completely enclose my ass. He lifted my cunny to his mouth
and feasted, and I started cumming. I didn't care about
the artificial lightning flashes of the strobe on the 35
millimeter; all I cared about was cumming more and more and
more.
Things got unfocused. I remember, at some point, Susan
saying -- rather plaintively -- "Hey! What about me?" and
Bill obligingly moving behind her. Louis quickly took his
place between my legs but not for long. He was soon laying
over me and driving his hard cock into me, and it was just
exactly what my body craved.
And all the time I could hear click--click--click--
Louis came soon (it seemed), and I scooted on my back under
the bitch- presenting form of Susan. She lowered her
Bill-filled cunt so I could lick at it and at his big
balls. He pulled out at one point and let his huge dick
flop onto my sweat-slippery tits and belly, then pulled
back enough to dangle that plum-size knob over my face. I
tried to suck him as Susan dropped her head and began
sucking my clit. His glans was simply too big to get in my
mouth. I licked as much as I could reach -- which wasn't
much -- and then sucked on the slit in the end of his cock,
but it wasn't enough for him, and he soon loaded himself
back into her big pussy and resumed churning. And I
resumed licking her clit and his nuts. I liked this
better, anyhow.
After Bill came and Susan's newly unplugged twat gushed its
little explosion of her sauces (and his cum) on my face, we
all rested. I didn't know how long I'd been cumming there;
it was timeless. I said something about being thirsty, and
someone presented me with a cold beer. I'd been thinking
of cold water or soda pop, but, I figured, What the hell?
I drank the whole bottle almost in one gulp.
"We gotta be making tracks, folks."
We looked over at Louis. He was dressed and looked a bit
weary, but not too bad. Bonnie, however, was a
semi-ambulatory disaster. Louis and she had somehow gotten
her cutoffs and shirt back on her, but they were little
enough consolation compared to her flushed face. The big
wet spot on the crotch of the cutoffs didn't lend much to
fashion appeal, nor did the bruises beginning to form on
those gorgeous legs. And her hair was a mess. Susan
insisted that Louis wait while she cleaned Bonnie up a bit.
In the meantime, Ed and Bill lit some grass -- a joint,
you'd call it now -- and offered me some. I hadn't even
smoked tobacco then, let alone grass, and declined somewhat
nervously, because I wasn't sure how they'd react. They
seemed to think it was fine.
But with the drapes pulled and no real air circulation,
that room -- already hot and filled with the aromas of sex
and sum and lubrication and sweat and lust -- quickly
filled with marijuana smoke, and it was getting to me fast.
I started to feel very silly and impetuous, and I actually
giggled when I realized I had a man's lips at each of my
breasts. It seemed perfectly reasonable for Ed to roll me
onto my back and slide sweetly into me and begin gently
pumping in and out. It was almost sexless; just friendly,
y'know?
But not completely.
Before long, I was starting to cum again, but this time it
was in long, unending waves that washed through and over
me, and then I felt Ed cumming, and it seemed very
reasonable for Bill to be rolling on top of me and --
"Are you out of your goddam mind?"
Susan's voice was hot, hard, demanding and shrill. It went
a long way to shattering the moment for all of us.
"Huh?" was my contribution.
"Get off her, Bill -- " Much fumbling, foggily remembered,
and then Bill was sitting naked beside me on the floor,
that monstrous cock sticking up from between his thighs
like the sweet end of a baseball bat.
"You put that in her and she'll rupture. Forget it!"
"Awwwww..." was Bill's educated response.
"She may be right," Ed said with the forced sobriety of one
who is stoned.
"Huh?" I said.
"But I wanna be in that nice, tight, hot, slick, hairless,
itty little -- "
"I'll take care of you, horsey," Susan said and began
giving directions as Ed lit another joint and pumped still
more mary jane into the air.
I started to get really relaxed then, to feel a buzz.
Susan crawled over me so we could lick each other, and at
the same time, Bill slid that big salami of his up into
her. She had her knees on either side of my head, right up
next to my ears, and she let her legs spread wider and
wider till she was almost doing a split. Her mound was
mashed right down over my mouth and every time Bill drove
up into her, his balls came up and smacked against my
forehead. She had her hands under me, holding my butt. My
legs were open so she could lick and suck all over my cunt,
and then she got ahold of my clit in her lips, and I
started cumming. And cumming. And cumming.
I gave as good as I got, and it wasn't long before she was
screaming and jumping around, and her nipples like to gouge
into my tummy, they were so hard. Ol' Bill was pounding
away, and I could see his cock swell up and then he was
cumming in her, and she was cumming on him and in my mouth,
and I just got higher and higher with the sex and the
smoke.
I don't remember many details about what came next. Susan
and I rolled over, and I sat on her face and licked her and
licked at Bill's juices. Her cunt was still stretched open
from his big dick and it seemed the most natural thing in
the world the clench my fist and work it up into her. I
heard Ed clicking away with his camera, and then I heard
the movie camera whirring and everyone complained the
lights were too bright, so he gave up on that in about 10
minutes.
Susan just lay there and wailed, cumming all the time, and
I was really getting into getting into her, if you know
what I mean. I must've had half my arm up inside her at
one point. Ed got it all on film.
Then Ed was kneeling behind me and sliding his nice hard
dick into me, and that, what with Susan's licking, had me
going like to nuts real fast. He didn't last any too long,
either. I came so hard I kind of blacked out or something
for a while. I came to on my back, with Susan licking one
tit and Ed licking the other. Bill had a joint in his
mouth. He took a deep breath and then kissed me and blew
the smoke right into my mouth -- a "shotgun," it's called.
It hit me pretty hard, because I agreed pretty fast to
letting Ed take pictures of me licking Bill's limp dick.
It didn't stay limp very much longer. At one point I
managed to force the head into my mouth and then it was
difficult to get it out, cause his cock had gotten so fat.
Get it out he did, though, and Susan immediately demanded
it. He got up behind her and slid the whole thing in --
bam! it was gone, just like that. I put my hand up to
press her belly, and I could feel it moving inside. He
stuck three fingers in his mouth and then pressed them down
between her buttocks and she tensed up for a moment -- and
then sighed deeply.
"Oh, yeah, lover, that feels so gooood..." she said and
her eyes half closed, and she pretty much forgot about my
nipples. Bill licked his pinky and added it to the crowd
in her butt and she again tensed, then sighed, and started
moaning.
"I wanna pin your sweet, tight ass, baby!" Bill said.
"That'd feel so good," she hissed, "but my cunt will get
lonesome!"
I was pretty stoned by then -- my first time -- so I went
along with the suggestion Ed made.
I don't recall a helluva lot about what came next; at
least, the details are unclear. But I remember quite
clearly having my fist inside Susan's big cunt while she
sucked my little pussy while the full length of Bill's
humongous cock, fat as my arm, pumped in and out of her
ass. It was squeezing my hand and arm, which were in her
cunt. It was very horny, and I remember cumming lots when
she remembered to lick and suck and finger me, and I
remember lightning in the room.
When I woke, it was almost dawn. I was surrounded by
naked, sleeping bodies, most covered with sweat and cum.
When I sat up and looked, I discovered I was wearing the
same uniform. My only thought at that moment was get home
before Mom or Dad or Moses (a.k.a., Alexis) awoke and
discovered my absence.
It wasn't to be until almost 24 hours later that I began to
worry about all that damn film Ed had shot.
I never saw Louis again, anywhere, and but I did hear of
him again, years later, once. There is a reason -- a good
one -- for that. As for Bonnie -- well, I did see her
again, but I never would have guessed the circumstances.
When I was "introduced" to her a couple of years later, you
could've knocked me over with a feather.
I didn't want to see Susan or Bill again. It took me a
long time to sort it out, but eventually I did. They'd
used me, toyed with me. I felt dirty and -- soiled.
Cheapened. I didn't like that. I'd thought that feeling
was behind me. I'd felt the same way after the first time
--
[No. I don't want to talk about that. Not yet, anyway.
Maybe later. Yes. Later]
So after some time passed, and I got more relaxed about all
of Ed's film, I started looking forward to the Fourth of
July. Alexis got herself a part-time job working out at
the Dairy Queen on Woodville road, and Dad had a steady
part-time gig working for some contractor -- in addition to
his regular job --
[No one can ever accuse the son-of-a-bitch of being lazy.]
-- and Jeanne and I were pretty much left to our own
devices. That was when we discovered the vibrating
massager Mom had gotten from Sears to help ease Dad's tense
shoulders.
Hah!
Jeanne came like nothing I'd ever seen, and I passed out
from it, I came so hard. It was scary.
But we were looking forward to the Fourth. For one thing,
there'd be fireworks over in Maumee.
For another, my phantom step-brother was coming to visit
and I was bound and determined to have him.
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