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ORANGE COUNTY BABYLON
Disclaimer And Author's Note:
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 with and between
minors, and anyone offended by such things should read no further. This story
describes certain activities that would be illegal in the real world, and it
is not the author's intention to condone such behavior or to inspire people
who cannot separate fantasy from reality. 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 intended solely for
the quiet and private enjoyment of adults who enjoy quality erotica, and any
other use is a violation of the copyright. Reposting and archiving is
permitted, except where a fee of any sort is required for access, provided
this disclaimer and note remain attached to the story. All other rights are
reserved.
This story, like my previous ones, is an attempt to go beyond the usual
stroke material. A few caveats are in order, however. Because this is a
novel-length work (over 110,000 words), I will be parceling it out in
sections, one every few days. Furthermore, although there is plenty of sex in
it, there are also long stretches of action where nothing remotely sexual
occurs. This is because the story is supposed to be a realistic 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. The above-mentioned football hero and cheerleaders are
not your usual stereotypes, and I have gone to great lengths to make them
three-dimensional and interesting. Proof, perhaps, that you can make a silk
purse out of a sow's ear given enough effort. 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.
If you missed a chapter, feel free to e-mail me, and I will be happy to
supply the missing pieces. Intelligent comments and criticisms will receive
appropriate responses. Flames and juvenile slobbering go straight to the
recycling bin.
THE STORY SO FAR:
Jack O'Leary, a Marine brat and high school senior, comes to live with the
Lynch family after his parents are killed in a car accident. Marcia Lynch, a
young widow, lives in south Orange County, California, with her two attractive
daughters, Karen, 17, and Kelly, 14. One night, Karen catches Jack
masturbating, and uses the secret as leverage to force him to sleep with her,
despite Jack's deep religious reservations. The next day, Karen gets him to
sleep with her friend Becky, then gets him to service the entire cheerleading
squad (of which Karen and Becky are members) during a slumber party. As the
last part ends, Jack returns to his room after a long night of sex.
PART TWO
VIII.
Jack awoke feeling stiff and achy. He listened for sounds in the rest of the
house, but heard nothing. He had to urinate, and his cock was painfully erect
because of it. But he knew the girls were just beyond the bathroom, and
didn't dare go in there lest they discover him and insist on another round.
He rolled over, facing the wall. There was a football game that night, and
although he wasn't starting-he might not even play-he imagined that the
previous night's orgy had sapped a lot of his strength. Here he had just made
the team, and he was already in danger of losing his spot. He wondered how
things were going to be at school now that he had six girls to service instead
of just one. He had a feeling some of them-and possibly all of them-would not
be satisfied with just last night. Things were bound to be difficult. God,
or Satan, was testing him, and so far he wasn't doing too well.
He heard the bathroom door creak open, and knew instantly what was going on,
and who it was. A body slipped into bed behind him. Then he caught a whiff
of her perfume, and realized it wasn't Karen.
He twisted over, finding a mass of blonde hair in his face.
"I woke up horny," Summer said. She squirmed under his arm, reaching over to
feel the muscles on his torso. She slid up, biting softly at his shoulder.
His confusion and guilt were buried under a mass of lust. Summer was the
prettiest, sexiest girl he had ever met, and here she was in bed with him
demanding attention. How could he possibly resist her, no matter how wrong it
was?
Her hand slid down, finding his stiff cock.
"I see you did too. Doing anything with this?"
She stroked him up and down a few times, face buried against his neck.
"God, I love your dick."
"What about Billy?"
"Forget Billy. I kind of have to date him, since he's the quarterback and
I'm the head cheerleader, but you're the one I want. He does nothing for me."
She continued stroking him.
"I've given Billy a few hand jobs. You're about twice as big as he is. He's
been begging me for months to sleep with him. I won't do it. I told him I'm
waiting until my wedding night. Everyone thinks I'm so snotty and stuck-up.
The Virgin Princess. With him I am. But with you I can be a slut."
"You're not a slut."
"I am for you. I never wanted to lose it in the back seat of some car like
some stupid kid. I wanted it to be special. I wanted someone special. Billy
was never going to be it. I've never met anyone who makes me feel like you
do. I thought about my first time for so long. Last night was beyond
anything I ever hoped for."
She took his hand, pulling it between her legs. She was already wet.
"Can you feel that?" she moaned. "Can you feel how badly I want you?"
He rolled over, taking her head in one hand while pulling up between her legs
with the other, kissing her roughly. She moaned, arching her back.
"Come on."
She pulled him on top of her, spreading her legs, and a moment later he was
inside her. After that, the familiar fog of arousal took over, and there was
only his steady climb toward release, broken up by her shuddering, gasping
climaxes.
Summer returned to the other room afterward, and no one else appeared to take
the next spot in line. He rose when the bathroom seemed clear, and took a
shower. Most of the girls had gone home by the time he came downstairs, and
only Becky remained. She and Karen flirted with him briefly, but otherwise
left him alone.
"I hope they didn't keep you up too late," Marcia said a while later.
"No, ma'am. I went to bed after the movie was over." It wasn't exactly a
lie.
She smiled at him.
"Was there anyone you liked? I noticed Summer paying a fair amount of
attention to you."
He blushed.
"I think she has a boyfriend."
"Maybe so, but I can tell when a woman is interested in a man. If I were her
boyfriend, I'd be worried. I think she has her sights set on you."
"She's nice, but it's nothing."
She laughed, putting a hand on his arm.
"You're so adorably clueless. Summer is a lovely girl, and from what I hear,
she's very sweet. I wouldn't rule anything out."
Jack went over to the school for the pre-game warm-ups around five. The game
started at seven, and as the coach had told him, he spent the first half on
the sidelines. Sacred Heart fell behind 13-7, and had trouble containing the
opposing team's running back, who scored both of their touchdowns.
The cheerleaders moved up and down the sidelines following the action as they
did their cheers, but more than once, Jack caught them staring at him and
giggling. He also noticed, as he had wondered about, that Corinne was
generating a great deal of jiggle even in the tight sports bra she was
apparently wearing. He thought he could see some of the fans remarking on it.
At halftime, the coach lectured them on a few things he wanted to change for
the second half. Toward the end, he turned to Jack.
"O'Leary, you're going in for Gonzales at middle linebacker. I want to see
if we can stop this guy by trying something different."
Jack nodded, noting a glance of resentment from the other player. But Randy
Nelson patted him on the back as he returned to the field.
"You must have impressed the coach, man. You walk on in the middle of the
week, and he's already got you in the game."
"I just hope I can keep from screwing up."
After the kickoff, when Sacred Heart's defense ran onto the field, Jack
ventured a glance over to the cheerleaders. As he had suspected, they were
pointing in his direction.
On the second play, the opposing quarterback handed off to their running
back, and after breaking through a hole in the line, the guy came straight at
Jack. Jack lowered himself down, not being faked out by his legwork, and
caught the guy around the waist. Jack wrestled in the heavyweight division,
and was used to competing against guys his size or bigger. The running back
was very quick, but Jack outweighed him by a good thirty pounds. In a split-
second, his tackle had lifted the guy into the air, and his momentum forced
them both back. He slammed the player onto the ground as he would have done
in a wrestling match.
He got up quickly, acknowledging with some bashfulness the slaps and
encouragements from his teammates. Then he noticed the running back on his
hands and knees, gasping for breath. Jack went back over to him.
"Hey, you all right?"
The guy nodded, and one of the opposing players pulled him back.
"Yo, give him some air, man."
The running back got up a few seconds later, and play resumed. In the
defensive huddle, Randy laughed, thumping Jack on the back.
"What a pussy! Keep that shit up if you can."
Jack soon discovered that he was pretty good at this. After a few offensive
series in which their running back was suddenly ineffective, the other team
began running him around the corners in an attempt to avoid Jack. The tactic
was only marginally successful, and the third quarter ended with the score
still 13-7. Sacred Heart's defense had been revitalized, but its offense was
still having trouble.
A few minutes into the fourth quarter, the coach called for a blitz up the
middle. As the play started, Randy opened a hole in the line, and Jack raced
through it. He caught the quarterback unprepared, and slammed into him. The
quarterback went down, but Jack's hit had knocked the ball out of his hands.
Jack stayed on his feet, and before he even realized what was happening, the
ball had bounced right into his arms. He snatched it out of the air, and
pointed himself toward the goal line as a thunderous cheer erupted from the
Sacred Heart bleachers. Ten yards short of the line, Jack heard feet thudding
behind him. Hands grabbed onto his jersey, but he lowered himself, staying
up, and dragged his tackler into the end zone. As they fell to the ground, he
realized it was the running back. The player rolled away from him, cursing.
Then Jack was buried by his jubilant teammates.
Back on the sidelines, Karen and Becky came over to hug him. He noticed
Summer nearby, apparently wanting to do the same, but not willing to risk it
with Billy in the same crowd of people.
Sacred Heart's kicker made the extra point, and twenty minutes later, the
game ended 14-13, with Jack's touchdown having made the difference.
After the game, the coach came up to put his arm around Jack.
"You did good, kid. You and Gonzales are competing for the starting spot
next week. Do as well in practice as you did tonight, and you've got it."
"Thank you, sir."
"No, thank you, Jack. This game looked pretty sad until you went in there."
In the shower, he got a few more congratulations from the other players.
Then Randy pointed at him and laughed.
"Whoa, Jack, I thought you said you and Karen were just friends."
He froze.
"What do you mean?"
"How'd you get all those scratches on your back, man? That looks like some
serious action there."
"Uh, that's not what it is. I was helping Mrs. Lynch with some yard work. I
lost my balance and fell into a rose bush."
Randy laughed.
"Sure, man."
"Really."
Billy yelled over at them.
"Let him have his fantasies, Jack. Randy's never going to get shit, so he
has to talk about it all the time."
"Oh, you should be talking, Mason. You gonna pop that cherry you got before
doomsday?"
The other players laughed, and Billy glared at him. Jack tried not to look
at Billy, since Summer was responsible for most of the scratches on his back.
Randy turned to Jack, laughing.
"Billy's just mad 'cause he's got the hottest chick in school and she won't
let him past second base."
"Nelson, you know nobody's gonna get that milk unless they buy the cow
first," one of the other players, whose name was Joe, said. "Right now that
pussy belongs to Jesus."
That remark brought Billy spinning around.
"Hey, fuck you, man!"
Joe just laughed.
"Tell me I'm lying, Billy. Tell me she ain't told you she wants to get
married first."
Billy turned away in frustration, leaving the shower.
"Just fuck off."
More laughter chased him back into the locker room. Randy turned back to
Jack.
"Hey man, level with me. Is anything going on between you and Karen?"
"Not really. I mean, she's my foster sister, right?"
"Too bad. That's one hot piece of ass, I'm telling you."
"She's too skinny," Joe said.
Randy scoffed.
"Will you fucking drop that shit, Dickson? The day you get your paws on
Corrine Harris's milkwagons, I will personally kiss your ass on the fifty-yard
line. That is my solemn promise."
"Hey, that's a bet, man."
"And one you're never going to collect on."
Randy looked back over to Jack.
"No, I'm telling you, Summer Carlson is the hottest overall, Becky Smith has
the best tits, but there ain't no one in school with an ass on her like Karen
Lynch's."
Jack couldn't resist a grin. As much as the vulgarity of this conversation
repulsed him, he had to agree with him.
"It's pretty nice."
"You ever get an accidental view of it, you gotta let me know."
IX.
When Jack exited the locker room, he ran into Billy Mason. He patted Jack on
the back.
"Great game, man,"
"Thanks."
"Some of the guys are coming over to my house for a party. Why don't you
come with us?"
"I should get home. I think Mrs. Lynch is expecting me back."
"Just call her. You're the new guy, you should come hang out with us for a
while."
"Okay. Maybe for a little while."
"Cool."
"Where are the phones?"
"There's one around back of the gym."
Billy glanced around them as if he was looking for someone.
"What?"
"Fucking Summer. She was supposed to meet me out here afterward. If you see
her, tell her where I am."
"Okay."
Jack walked around the building looking for the phone. He looked around,
wondering if maybe Karen or one of the other girls were waiting for him.
The phone was in a dark area, and the light was out. When he stopped in
front of it, he suddenly felt arms sliding around his waist from behind, then
a pair of full breasts pressing against his back. He smelled her perfume and
knew who it was.
"I was waiting for you."
"Billy is looking for you."
"I know. I wanted to find you first."
She reached up, biting his shoulder softly. He felt her hot breath on his
neck.
"I know I have to share you, but I don't like it. Tell me I'm the one you
want the most."
"You are."
"Say it."
"You're the one I want the most."
She moaned.
"Billy is a jerk, and so is Joe Dickson. They're always talking about us
like that in the shower. I loved the way you denied everything."
"How could I tell them anything?"
"Some of them would. Randy Nelson would be shouting it from the rooftops."
She licked his neck, gnawing on him.
"Do you know how wet I am right now? Feel."
She took his hand, pulling it around under her skirt, pressing it between her
thighs. She had thick polyester bottoms under her cheerleading skirt, and
they were hot and damp. He pushed his finger up, feeling the squishy wet
flesh under the fabric. She gasped.
"Can you feel that? And all I've been doing is standing here thinking about
you. I almost came when you scored that touchdown."
He continued massaging her, all other concerns lost, wanting nothing but to
keep the sweet pressure of her breasts and body against his back.
"Oh . . ."
She moaned, breathing hard against his neck. She pulled herself tighter
against him, biting him. She began to whine through clenched teeth.
Billy's voice jerked them back to reality.
"Summer?"
He was about twenty yards away, yelling for her.
"Shit," she muttered. She pulled herself away from Jack. He shoved his hand
into his pocket, trying to dry it off.
Billy saw them and walked over. He gave Jack an uncertain look.
"Where were you?"
"I had to make a phone call. Jack was just waiting for me to get done."
Billy glanced at Jack, not sure what to make of the situation. But Summer
went to him, putting her arm around his waist, and he seemed to relax.
"Are you coming to the party, Jack?" she asked.
"Yeah. But I have to call Mrs. Lynch."
"Okay. See you there."
She led Billy off, daring a parting smile at Jack. He watched her leave and
then called Marcia.
"That's fine, Jack. Have fun. Just try to be home by one. Remember we have
Mass in the morning."
"Okay, I will."
"Is Summer going to be there?"
She sounded amused.
"Um, I think so."
"Well, think about what I said. I won't mention it again, though."
"Okay."
"Have fun. I'll see you in the morning."
Jack caught a ride with Randy Nelson. He wasn't sure what kind of party they
had in mind, but it turned out to be tame enough. No one produced any alcohol
that he could see, and the refreshments were limited to soda and assorted
snacks. About half the team showed up, along with all the cheerleaders except
Kisu, and about a dozen other random girls. Karen stayed with him for most of
the night, but behaved like a foster sister for once. He spent most of the
time trying to get to know the other guys on the team.
He was out in the garage about midnight when he heard yelling inside the
house. The other kids all turned to stare. He couldn't quite make out what
was being said, and it stopped after a few seconds. A minute later, Summer
and Corinne came out of the house and walked up the driveway to stand on the
corner. Karen left Jack's side and went over to them. The three girls talked
for a few minutes while the other guys in the garage whispered about them.
"I bet Billy and Summer got into another fight," Joe said.
"Another one?"
"They've been having problems. It's happened before."
"I hope they work it out," one girl said.
"I don't," Joe said.
"Why not?"
"It's too cute for my taste. The head cheerleader and the quarterback.
Makes me want to yak."
"I feel sorry for Billy," another girl said. "She doesn't deserve him."
Joe laughed, and the girl gave him a dirty look. Then she went into the
house.
"I bet she's going to comfort Billy."
"Probably," Jack said.
A few minutes later, Jack noticed Karen waving for him to come over. He
walked out to the corner. Summer was still staring out across the street,
arms crossed. But she looked over and smiled at him slightly.
"Billy and Summer got into a big fight," Karen said.
"Fuck him," Summer said. "It's over."
Karen and Corinne glanced at her, then at Jack.
"Can you take her home?"
"Me?"
"You might as well," Summer said. "You're the reason we got into a fight.
He must have seen more than I thought."
Jack looked back at the house nervously. He didn't see Billy, but Joe was
watching him. Then he looked back at the girls.
"Um, it's just that if everyone sees me taking her home . . ."
Karen grinned.
"Don't worry about it. We'll work it out later. Just go."
Jack hesitated. He thought he and Billy were possibly becoming friends.
This would drive a permanent wedge between them. But then, the choice between
Summer and Billy was no contest. Summer took his arm, pulling him into the
street.
"Come on."
He followed her over to her car, a relatively new Mustang.
"Can you drive? I don't feel like it."
"Yeah."
She gave him the keys, and they got into the car.
"What exactly happened between you and Billy?" he asked when he pulled away.
"He didn't like my explanation of why we were hanging out by the phone.
Plus, he claims to have seen me watching you too much during the game. He
accused me of flirting with you, and I told him off. After that we just
started yelling at each other."
"Oh."
"Don't feel bad. It was ending one way or another. I'm sick of him."
She took his hand.
"You're the only one I want anyway."
The hand was soon in her lap.
"Finish what you started," she moaned softly. She had changed into a tank
dress, and when he slid his hand up between her thighs, he discovered that she
had no panties on. She grinned at him.
"I was going to seduce you tonight, but Billy intervened."
He resumed rubbing her gently, and she rose to orgasm in a few minutes,
clawing at his arm. She lay in her seat, breathing heavily and twitching,
until he got to her house.
"Pull into the driveway."
He did, then shut off the car.
"Your place is only a couple of blocks over. You don't mind walking?"
"No."
She smiled at him.
"You're so cool."
She climbed over into his lap, putting her arms around his neck and kissing
him. He pulled her over, getting her to straddle him, and she sat down on his
thighs. He ran his hands all over her, feeling her legs, her firm butt, then
her full breasts. She was bigger than Becky, a little more than a handful,
but not quite as perky. Her nipples were rocks against his palms. She pulled
down the shoulder straps of her dress, exposing herself, then rose up to let
him suckle her. She put her arms around his head and moaned.
A minute later, she reached down and began digging his cock out of his jeans.
He lifted up, letting her slide his jeans down until he was free. Then she
repositioned herself, sitting down and swallowing him into her swimming
wetness.
She laid her head on his shoulder, biting at his neck. She rose up and down
on him, moaning.
"Do you like that?"
He groaned, digging his fingers into her ass. He was pinned in the seat, and
could do little more than fondle her and let her ride him. She began to speed
her hips, rubbing against him, and a minute later reached her release, biting
his neck painfully. He was close himself, and when she slowed down, he took
her ass in his hands and tried to move her again. She got the message, and
thrust herself at him three or four times until she felt him squirting inside
her. Only then did she relax, leaning forward against him.
"Summer?" he said a few minutes later. She was still resting in his lap,
holding his semi-erect cock inside her.
"Hmm?"
"What about Billy?"
"Forget him. You're my boyfriend now."
"What about the others?"
"That won't change. But as far as the rest of the school knows, you're
mine."
"I don't want to share myself with them. I just want you."
She leaned back, grinning slyly.
"You don't know how I love hearing you say that."
She kissed him softly.
"But it has to be this way."
"Why?"
"Because if we tried that, they'd fuck it up somehow. You don't want to
cross Karen."
He sighed, hanging his head.
"As much as I like you, I'm not ditching my friends. Just deal with it. You
can have as much of me as you want. They won't get in the way of that."
She kissed him a few more times, then climbed over to the passenger side.
She dug a kleenex out of her purse to clean herself up. Jack pulled up his
jeans. When they were dressed, he walked her up to the front door. She
kissed him again.
"Bye."
She gave a smoldering look as she slipped through the door. He stood on the
porch wondering what to do for a minute. Then he walked home.
To his surprise, Marcia was waiting in the living room. She smiled at him.
"Karen tells me you had quite a night."
"Yes, ma'am. We won the game."
"Because of you, from what she said. And I hear you took Summer home after
the party."
He squirmed, not sure what to say.
"I like her."
She smiled again, cocking her head around to one side.
"Did you get that mark on your neck during the game or after?"
He blushed, putting his hand to his neck where Summer had bitten him. Marcia
laughed.
"It's all right. I know her mother. She's a very nice girl. Not at all
like some of Karen's wilder friends. But you might want to wear a turtleneck
to school this week."
She got up from the couch.
"Let's go to bed. We're leaving for Mass at ten-thirty."
"Okay."
When he was in the bathroom brushing his teeth, Karen slipped in through
their door.
"So?"
"What?"
"You know what I mean. Billy was really pissed when he found out you left
with Summer. He punched a hole in the wall."
He stopped brushing.
"He did?"
"Yep. They had to take him to the emergency room."
"Shit."
Karen's eyebrows went up.
"Woo-hoo. That's the first dirty word I've ever heard out of you. There's
hope for you yet."
Then her eyes narrowed.
"Listen to me. You're going to be Summer's boyfriend now, but don't get any
ideas. You still belong to me and the rest of the girls. She knows that,
whatever she told you tonight."
He hung his head, spitting out the toothpaste.
"I know."
She poked at the bite mark on his neck, and he brushed her hand away.
"Better not let Billy see that. Summer sure is into biting, isn't she?"
She pinched his butt on her way out.
"Night. I'm dying to know what you're going to tell Father Roberts at
Confession tomorrow."
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