(ASS) Marie Chapter Nine part one of two parts
FRIAR DAVE
MARIE
By Friar Dave
(copyright, the author)
CHAPTER NINE
(MARIE09.STY)
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 stepbrother
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 -- and 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 t 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 were sunning
themselves on chaise longues. 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:
five-foot-six, 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 10
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 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 an 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 willingly 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 in 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'?"
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