MARIE (12 OF 13 3/4)
FRIAR DAVE
He rolled me onto my back and turned me on the bed. I was as limp as
wet dough and let him move me around. Then he fell on the bed beside
me, catching his breath, and pulled me into his arms. I guess the fun
had taken a toll on both of us, because he jerked awake, startling me
out of a light doze.
"Jeez, I thought for a minute there -- what time is it?" He looked.
"Marie, we gotta get moving! My brothers will be back soon!" Suddenly,
we were scrambling. I jammed toilet tissue into the crotch of my
panties to absorb more of the continuing runoff. We dressed faster
than I would have believed possible and were back out on Route Two,
westbound, in less than 10 minutes.
"Whooo-eee!" Terry said, looking up in his rearview. "They just turned
into the drive!"
Then he laughed. "Well, if they'd caught us, they would have stopped
teasing me about not having done it yet!"
I made him promise me that he wouldn't tell them he'd made it with me.
He could tell them we were going out, he could tell them he'd made it
with someone else. But I did not want a pair of older guys -- who
advised their kid brother that fucking a girl's ass was the best
because it made her scream -- knowing I was willing. No way. I didn't
explain that to him, of course, but I made him promise. And we decided
to take in a movie at the Woodville Drive-In the following Friday.
Wouldn't that be nice? Making out in a car after making passionate
love in a bed. Yecchh. But I liked Terry, and I did want to see him,
and the movie looked promising, whatever it was.
When I got home, Mom and St. Alexis were out and Dad had already left
for his shift. Jeanne was in our room, just sitting in the corner on
her bed, looking through the Sears Big Book. She didn't even look up
when I came in. I knew the signs. I washed my face and hands and went
to her and pulled her head against my breasts and held her while she
cried.
After she calmed down and relaxed a little, I took a shower and got
out my secret kit to douche, and then we played a couple of games of
Michigan rummy until she seemed more relaxed. This was not, I decided,
the right time to tell her of my adventure with Terry.
The next couple of days were pretty ordinary. Terry called daily, and
we chatted about books, of all things, and on Thursday he told me we
had a choice of plans for Friday night. We could go to the movie or,
if I wanted, we could go to a birthday party for one of his friends.
"You don't want to miss your friend's party," I said. "That would be
fun!" I was thinking what fun it would be to attend a party in
someone's basement, surrounded by 16-year-olds swilling beer they
weren't used to drinking. On the other hand, I knew it would be
important to Terry to let his friends see him with a date who didn't
look like a poodle, and it would be educational to see Terry
socializing with his peers.
"Are you sure? I mean, most of the folks there are going to be sort of
jock-types, straight, and I know most of your friends are more freak-
types, into reading and stuff."
"Yes, you're right. Most of my friends read books like `Dune' or call
me up and talk to me about Kurt Vonnegut novels. Not like your crowd
at all."
He laughed. "Okay, okay. We'll leave before it gets totally strange."
He assured me it was strictly casual-slob attire and we agreed on a
time.
I decided to make sure his friends knew that Terry's date was
decidedly of the female persuasion. When he showed up at the driveway,
I went out to the car wearing a white dress shirt tailored for an
adult man and a pair of new jeans that hadn't been washed and shrunk
to politically correct fit or hue. I was carrying a beach bag. He
looked at me kind of oddly, but made no faces or negative comments.
"By the way, where are we going?"
"Oh, Bob lives out near Casper's Corners, but we're having the party
at his friend's house on Woodville Road. The parents are away for a
few days."
"Convenient."
"Yeah. I used to have a thing for the guy's sister -- she's really
gorgeous -- but I found out she's also a real slut and maybe a little
crazy."
"Mmmm." I was half-listening. We were just turning onto Woodville
Road, and I was looking for a good place --
"Hey, can you pull into the shopping center for a minute?"
"Sure." He signaled and turned into the big parking lot. "Where?"
"Over by the furniture store."
"But it's closed."
"That's the idea." He complied. When he turned off the engine, I
kicked off my shoes and slithered out of my jeans. Underneath I was
wearing a micro-skirt. Then I reached inside my shirt and unsnapped
the ludicrous bra and shrugged and wriggled till I had worked one arm
out of it. A few seconds later, the bra was history. Then I rolled up
the sleeves of the shirt to my elbows, tied the tails high around my
midriff, leaving my belly bare, and unbuttoned the top five buttons on
the shirt.
He stared at me for a moment. "The hell with the party. I'll be
spending the evening fighting guys off."
"That's the idea. Let them drool and envy you."
"I don't want envy; I want you!"
"Really?" I batted my eyelashes at him and caressed the steel bar in
his jeans.
"Marieeeee..."
"Later -- I promise. But let's go to the party for a little while,
first, okay?"
He growled not very convincingly, which got us both laughing and
trying to come up with ever-more-outrageous predictions of the madness
I would inspire. I still wasn't paying much attention to where we were
going. When he pulled into the driveway of my cousins' house I asked
why we were stopping there.
"This is where the party is. Tod's folks are away for a few days and
is something wrong?"
"You had a crush on Darlene?"
"Yes -- hey, do you know her?"
"She's my cousin."
"No shit?" He was genuinely amazed.
"No shit." I looked at the house next door. It was dark and the
driveway was empty. Tod's was not. Four cars were already parked there
and two more were parked along the berm in front of the house. We got
out of the car, and I asked him if he was friends with Tod.
"Not really. I try to stay away from him for the most part. He's
always starting up with people, and he's not real bright."
"Promise me right now, Terrence Molinari -- if I tell you to get me
out of there, you'll do it."
"Well, sure, but what -- "
"Let's just say that I do not want Tod or anyone like him being too
close to me."
"Are you sure you're only 13? You're awfully smart. y'know."
When we opened the front door, we understood why no one had answered
the bell; they couldn't hear it. We were greeted by a wall of noise,
smoke (some of it almost certainly tobacco) and beer aroma. Yes, it
was going to be quite some party. Somehow, the four cars accounted for
about 16 teenaged partyers. The decor -- Hefner as interpreted by
Carlo Ponti -- was exactly right for this get-together, as it was
rapidly deteriorating into a modern version of the Roman orgy.
Within five minutes of our arrival, the resemblance to ancient Rome
cranked up a notch: One of the guys who'd been guzzling Black Label on
the couch suddenly lurched past us, desperately heading for the toilet
where he could offer prayers to Ralph.
[C'mon. You know -- you kneel in front of the commode and fervently
groan, "Raaaaallllph!"]
The birthday boy was in Darlene's bedroom, we learned. Getting his
birthday present.
"Wish it was your birthday?" I whispered to Terry, elbowing him in the
side.
Before he could answer, someone bellowed, "Whoaaaa -- Marie is here!
Looking good! Man, I'd know that cute ass anywhere!"
And I'd know that asinine braying anywhere: Tod.
Terry and I turned slowly. Tod, true to porcine form, was standing
there with one arm around a girl trying her best to look like the
bimbo she was born to be. His hand was hanging down over her absurdly
filled halter. His other hand was wrapped around a quart bottle of
Ballantine ale. The bottle was two-thirds empty; Tod was two-thirds
full.
"Hey, Terry, been getting some from little ol' Marie?"
Terry started to lean forward, but I turned and slung a restraining
arm around his waist, crushing myself into his side. I looked back at
Tod. "What do you think?" I asked, and ran my hand down Terry's leg
about halfway to his knee, then squeezed the inside of his trouser leg
as if enjoying something there. "Best of all," I purred, "he's got a
brain and a sense of honor. Have you heard of those?"
All the conviviality faded from Tom's piggish face, and he looked like
he was considering something other than a friendly reply. But then the
birthday boy made an appearance -- conspicuously tucking his shirt in,
once he was sure he'd been noticed by enough people -- and that took
the edge off the moment. I led Terry away toward the kitchen, while
the bimbette whispered something to Tod -- probably that there was a
bedroom available; she looked like the type who'd crave someone like
Tod.
A couple of the other guys came up to say Hi to Terry, and someone put
a beer in his hand. He drank it absently. The music changed to
something more dance-able -- it might have been the Rascals or Joplin
-- and Terry and I danced. I took a break and had a beer and then
danced with someone else while Terry talked sports, then he danced
with me again. We both had another beer, and we danced with each other
and various people. Tod still hadn't reappeared.
And suddenly, it was almost eleven, and Terry was weaving just ever so
slightly, and I was feeling only a bit of pain myself. Someone shushed
the rest of us and beckoned, and we followed him down the hallway...
...to Darlene's bedroom, it turned out, where she was riding her
brother.
I'd been told no tall tales. Tod was hung like the proverbial horse.
And Darlene -- quite obviously stoned on beer and sex and who knew
what else -- was digging every abundant square inch of her brother's
oversized dick.
The bed was a mess, and the insides of her thighs, when visible, were
well-painted with a copious overflow of many loads of semen. Even so,
she was gloriously sexy. All that long blonde hair, curly and jostling
with her eager riding, hung down her slim back to her tiny waist and
slim hips and taut little ass. Her legs were as long and curvy as they
could be, and when she sat up straight, I could see her tits had grown
to be really lovely half-melons, barely jiggling in their stiff-
nippled glory despite her violent humping.
I say "when visible" because her thighs weren't visible for long.
Maybe a dozen of us watched this wild, drunken incest for a full three
minutes before one of the guys groaned, shucked his shorts and climbed
over them -- and immediately began working his dick up her ass.
Darlene screamed when he put it in and screwed again when he sank down
on her and screamed with each thrust. But her screams subsided into
whimpering sobs and moans, and then she got into it and kept groaning,
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Both males complied.
I expected the guy in her ass to cum first, but Tod couldn't hang on.
He lurched upward and groaned. He had small balls, I noticed, and
didn't cum for very long. Darlene bucked all the harder against the
guy in her ass and expelled Tod's dick. Even limp, it was impressive.
I wondered at how she could have withstood it when she was only 10 or
11. If it had been attached to anyone else, I might have been turned
on by the sight of it. As it was, I was repulsed.
The guy in her ass rolled onto his back, his cock still secured inside
her anus. He locked his hands over her marvelous tits and pulled her
back against him. She splayed her legs wide and demanded that someone
else fuck her. One of the guys finally complied, pushing his cock up
her slimy slit.
"Want to go?" I asked Terry quietly. "Or do you want a turn at her?"
His eyes said he was drunk, but his voice was sure: "Uh-uh. She's a
slut. Doesn't care. I want someone who cares." He hugged my waist to
him. "Let's get out of this place."
But walking the corridor from the scene of the scene, I knew Terry had
drunk too much beer to drive. And he began to suspect it when he
caromed off a door jamb.
"Can you drive?" he asked me.
"You've got to be kidding."
He puffed out his breath. "Shit. We can do one of three things. Hang
around here till I sober up. Hang around here and get totally wrecked.
Or call one of my brothers to come get us."
"What about the car?"
It took him a moment to figure out what I was talking about. He
shrugged. "We'll lock it up. I've seen head-ons on Woodville Road; I'd
rather chance someone stealing the car."
I squeezed him to me. "Call 'em."
He nodded over-enthusiastically and almost did a one-and-a-half gainer
into the red shag rug. "Good ideeee-a." Totally wrecked. But we found
the phone, and I dialed for him -- his coordination was shot -- and
after 30 seconds of slurred conversation, he hung up and grinned. "The
calvary is on the way."
[What? "Cavalry? So what? You knew what I meant! Besides, John Wayne
always said it that way, and who are you to argue with the Duke --
pilgrim?]
A couple of the guys left, accompanied by Tod's bimbette. She'd been
completely grossed out seeing him fuck his sister while another guy
fucked his sister's ass. She was also about three sheets to the wind.
I had the distinct feeling that the three guys with her were going to
enjoy the way she got even with Tod.
We went out and sat against the hood of the 'Stang for a little while.
Terry didn't say much beyond an occasional apology and expression of
surprise at having gotten so thoroughly drunk so easily. The night was
clear, and there weren't more than zillion or so stars, and I found
myself thinking of the way my phantom stepbrother could point out
stars and constellations as if they were old friends or streets that
he knew well, and, for the first time, I was asking myself what Dan
would think of the guy I'd chosen to be with. In this case, I figured
he'd like him and that meant a lot to me, for no good reason whatever.
His brothers rolled up in a VW Microbus -- a van, for those who don't
remember -- and Terry introduced me to Gary and Gerry. Not only were
they twins, they were identical and about 19 or 20 years old. There
was some resemblance to Terry, but it was mostly in the face, and even
there it wasn't a lot. They were dark-complected, and they were big,
strong guys.
We got the back door open, and Terry sprawled inside. I think he was
unconscious before he hit the completely surprising blue shag rug.
Yes, friends, Gary and Gerry had turned the back of the VW Microbus
into a bachelor pad. Oh, joy.
Gary was driving, and Gerry turned in the passenger-side seat to give
me a good eyeing. "Marie -- yeah, I heard about you. Jeez, I thought
they were making up stories."
"Who are `they'?" I asked, looking him over. I thought that if Terry
grew up to look like his brothers, I'd be one happy girl. They were
cute! "And what were the stories?"
Both laughed quietly -- chuckled, I guess -- and Gerry said, "Ahhh,
you know how it is. Guys talk about girls, and when you see a really
pretty or sexy girl, you tell someone, and word gets around. Usually
it's pretty far off the mark, y'know? Exaggeration and all."
"Except they weren't exaggerating by much about you," Gary added.
"So how were they wrong?"
Gerry shrugged. "They had your figure wrong, a little. They said you
were bigger through the, uh, top, y'know?"
"Well, for your size, they are pretty big," Gary said. "What do you
measure, anyhow?"
"Don't you think that's getting a little personal?"
"Hey, it's all in the family," Gerry said, grinning and winking.
"Meaning?"
"Listen, we're just curious about what our little brother's been
getting himself into," he said, adding, "Oooof! What the hell was that
for?"
The "that" was his brother's elbow in his ribs. And Gerry realized its
meaning immediately. "Oh, shit!"
So Terry had told them what and with who. Great. At least no one had
suggested I get butt-fucked so I could scream. But there was no
pretending I wasn't hurt by Terry's betrayal and disappointed in his
revelation. And I was mad as hell at him for it. Plus, I was terribly
horny and had been looking forward to being with Terry later -- except
that "later" found Terry passed out. Add to all of that the fact that
I'd had a couple of beers, and they were making me feel a bit wild...
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