(ASS) Marie Chapter Nine part two of two parts
FRIAR DAVE
"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 90 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 an 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, horsy," 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 stepbrother was coming to visit and I was
bound and determined to have him.
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