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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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