MARIE (5 of 13)
FRIAR DAVE
MARIE
(copyright, the author)
CHAPTER FIVE
(MARIE05.STY)
April of that year left in a hurry and most of May hurried, too. I
didn't get the chance to stay out at Darlene's again right away, but I
knew Roger hadn't forgotten me. One Saturday morning there was a
gorgeous little bookcase, just the right size, in the driveway beside
our house. It was solid mahogany and beautifully finished, and the
card taped to it just said, "An early birthday present for a very
special young lady." It was signed, only, "A secret admirer." I
pretended utter ignorance, but sent Roger a thank-you note on the sly.
I didn't get many chances for adventure, and I was pretty much
finished with kids near my age, and there weren't any real prospects
among the older guys or men in the neighborhood. I was walking around
in a state of constant horniness, relieved only slightly by occasional
games of stink-fink with Jeanne. That last week of May dragged on and
Memorial weekend seemed to last forever. Dad went on a rampage on
Memorial day because of my sister, St. Alexis the Pure.
Alexis always went around passing judgment and telling us things were
wrong or sins. Anything. Everything. And here she'd gotten herself
caught jerking off some jock in a Dodge. In the driveway. We're not
talking about a Nobel Laureate here, as you can plainly see.
On the next Saturday, good ol' Marty came snuffling around. He had his
permit and his Dad's old car and offered to take me for a drive. Well,
sure, I knew what he had in mind, but I was so horny at that point, I
would've sat on his stickshift. So we went for a drive by the
Anderson's grain elevator -- romantic, huh? -- and we did it, and then
he drove me home.
And I was still horny.
Finally, on the third week of June, Dad announced that my phantom
stepbrother was coming to visit. I was determined to seduce him -- and
I was going to have the chance, because his visit was going to
coincide with the church fair.
When Dan arrived, Jeanne and I -- we had been exchanging fantasies and
making plans for two weeks -- were all prepared. We were both going to
do him. Teeheehee.
He was even better-looking than before; other than that, he hadn't
changed much. He still sat up till three in the morning, reading
paperbacks and anything else he could get his hands on. We'd been
counting on that. Jeanne and I would come creeping downstairs at
eleven or so, after everyone else was asleep, and sit on the floor or
the couch -- anywhere we could be sure the light would show through
our nightgowns. He slept on a pullout in the living room, and we'd
come through there in the middle of the night, wearing a pair of
panties and, maybe a tee-shirt, maybe not.
He was getting all these nice hard-ons from us but never did anything.
So we went to Plan B, which we considered foolproof.
Three nights before he was supposed to fly back to New York, Mom and
Dad were going to a pre-carnival dinner for all the volunteers, and my
brothers were staying at Grandma's, and Alexis had this Really Big
Date. Dan was left to watch over us. At nine o'clock, he sent us to
take our baths. At nine-thirty -- after we had spent most of the time
plying Yellow Pages with each other -- I called downstairs to him.
Here was the foolproof part.
"What's the matter?"
"You have to make sure we're clean."
"What?"
"That's what Mom or Dad always does."
He muttered something and came trudging up the stairs. Jeanne and I
popped out into the hallway butt-naked and stood there wearing shit-
eating grins, displaying all of our sleek little charms and secret
places. Our nipples were hard enough to pierce paper when he topped
the stairs and turned toward us.
Dan took one look at us, blushed, stared me right in the eye and said,
"Get dry, get dressed, get to bed -- and don't ever pull this shit on
me again. Get moving!"
We moved. So much for foolproof plans.
[What? No, I think he liked what he saw. Remember, I had a terrific
little figure -- 26-19-25 -- and Jeanne was just sprouting and she
wasn't too hard to look at, either. But he thought of us as "kids"
first and "females" second. Seems pretty obvious to me.]
Anyhow.
Marty had been calling a couple of times a day and asking me to come
to this "party." The day after Jeanne and I pulled our foolproof plan
on Dave, Marty finally admitted what was happening. Y'see, Marty had
gone from considerate nerd to asshole jock in a few months. He was on
junior varsity football at Rossford High, and he was trying to buddy
up to the in-crowd with the varsity. The party was going to consist of
Marty, three guys from the varsity -- and me. Get the picture? Right:
a gangbang. I told him to call Dana, since that was more her speed,
but he said No, he wanted me to do it. He started to get real pushy
about it. It upset me, but I didn't tell anyone.
So the next evening, about five-thirty, I was out on the front porch
with Lisa, and Dan was sitting there reading the Toledo Blade. Marty
pulled up with his three would-be buddies. Marty and one of them --
Eric, the halfback -- got out and came up on the the porch with him.
Marty had filled out and Eric was just big. I remember there were
clouds coming in, and the wind had stopped. I could feel the thunder
in the sky, just waiting to start.
I introduced Marty to Dan -- he just waved and went back to his sports
pages; he was a real baseball nut -- and Marty introduced Eric to Lisa
and Dave and me. Eric was wearing a muscle tee-shirt, and he had the
right to wear it. I was wearing a pair of shorts that were too small
and a loose blue pullover. I was wishing I'd worn a bra, since my
nipples were hard and pushing against the fabric.
"Well, are you going to come with us to the party?" Marty asked.
I told him the same thing I'd said on the phone: "I don't want to,
Marty. Get someone else to play with you."
"We want YOU," Marty said.
"Cute girl like you could have a good time with us," Eric said.
Dan turned the page on the sports section.
"I just don't want to," said.
"Sure you do," Eric said. He was staring right at my tits.
Dan folded the paper and set it down on the floorboards of the porch.
"No, I don't!" I said. "Why don't you guys go on to your old party and
just leave me alone?"
Marty put his hand on my arm, just above the elbow, and started to
lean toward me, whispering something. I shook free and backed away. "I
think you better go, Marty."
Dan was sitting there with his feet up on the porch rail and his hands
folded across his stomach, just watching us with this real funny
little kind of smile on his lips. I was backing up and backed right
into Eric. He grabbed my forearms from behind and pulled me back
against him. I felt his dick rubbing against me. I tried to get loose.
He didn't get shaken off as easily as Marty.
"She said to let her go."
Dan was suddenly standing and suddenly close. The top of his head was
barely even with Eric's chin.
Eric turned toward him, still holding my forearm in one hand.
"You're not being polite," Dan said.
"And what're you -- "
He never finished what he was saying. I was maybe a foot away when Dan
hit Eric in the face with this weird, short punch so fast I hardly saw
his hand move. Later I learned it was some kind of karate punch. Eric
staggered back about two steps and fell flat on his ass, just sitting
there looking dumb.
Dan turned on one foot and kicked Marty's ankles out from under him.
Marty went down. One of the other guys -- I think it was Mark -- was
out of the car and running up the porch steps. Dan grabbed one of the
aluminum lawn chairs we used on the porch and scooped it underhand at
him. Mark put his hands up to deflect the chair and Dan kicked him in
the knee. Something cracked and Mark fell down.
Eric was up again and Dan hit him backhanded with his fist, right
across the face, and that was it for Eric. The last guy, Timmy, was
coming up the stairs at the same time Marty was getting up. Dan's back
was to him, so I don't know how he knew -- but when Marty tried to
tackle him, Dan just kind of half-turned, caught Marty's arm and
helped him keep going -- right off the end of the porch. I think he
was trying to throw Marty into Timmy, but Tim side-stepped. Marty
bounced down the steps to the driveway.
"Let's get it on, motherfucker," Dan said and stepped toward him. Tim
started to raise his hands. Dan hit him five times real fast -- in the
face with his open hand, then a punch in the stomach, then another
punch low, right in his balls, then another punch high in the belly
and then he hit him square in the face with another punch that went so
fast I hardly saw it. Tim was out before he hit the floorboards.
Now, I knew Dan lived in a bad neighborhood in Brooklyn, and I knew
he'd studied judo or karate or something, but he was always so nice
and patient, and always trying to mollify people that -- well, I never
expected anything like this. Fact is, I'd sort of started wondering if
he wasn't maybe -- Well, you know: chicken, or even queer. The whole
thing hadn't lasted 30 seconds. There were high school football
players all over the place, and they were all hurt.
Lisa just sat there on the porch railing, staring.
Marty was out cold where he'd landed and Tim was the same. Mark just
lay there, holding the knee and crying. Eric finally managed to stand
on the third or fourth try and said he was going to call the police.
"Yeah," Dan said. "Call the cops. Tell them how four football heroes
got jumped by one bookworm from Brooklyn and got the shit kicked out
of them. And don't forget to mention the four jocks were trying to
force an 11-year-old girl to go to a 'party' with them." He threw a
dime on the porch floor in front of Eric. "Go on. Call them, asshole."
Then he made a sound. I think it was a laugh. To this day I can hear
that laugh. It was like hearing Hell chortle over some cruel practical
joke. I never want to hear that particular laugh again. It was the
most horrifying, scarifying noise I've ever heard.
[You're damn right I sound scared. I've seen all the slasher flicks --
hell, I've got a pair of sons now -- and that stuff. but...Look, that
last one, "Jason Takes Manhattan" -- that ought to end it for anyone
who's ever met someone from one of those neighborhoods in New York.
That film might have scared some people, but only because they never
showed what happened to Jason when he went to Brooklyn. I can't
imagine Jason or Freddy or any terrorist lasting more than about 30
seconds with my phantom stepbrother...and he's not even considered
particularly tough, where he comes from!]
Tim and Marty were coming around. With Eric, they got Mark in the
car and left. Marty backed the Challenger into a trash can on the way
out of the driveway.
Jeanne stuck her head out of the door -- she'd been upstairs taking a
shower; I never knew anyone who took so many showers -- and asked,
"Hey, you guys -- what's all the noise?"
Dan had retrieved the aluminum chair and was just sitting down again.
"Chair fell," he said and started reading the paper again.
Lisa was still staring.
Jeanne said "Oh" and went back inside. I went to Lisa and touched her
arm. She shivered and said, "I think I'm gonna be sick."
"Great," Dan said, not looking up. Lisa slid off the rail and
scampered off the porch, heading for home.
I turned to my phantom stepbrother.
"I don't want you or Lisa blabbing about this," he said without
looking up.
"What do you mean?"
"Just what I said. They're not going to tell anyone what happened, and
if you and Lisa keep your mouths shut, this'll be the end of it."
"But -- "
"But nothing. Start talking about it, though, and your ferocious
foursome will have to get even -- and since I won't be here all the
time, they'll take it out on you. Just shut up about it. Got it?"
He looked up at me. I nodded, went to him, threw my arms around him
and gave him a big kiss right on the lips. Then I ran into the house
and stayed in the bathroom for about an hour, just shaking.
I saw some of them around town after that, and I saw Marty in school,
but none of them ever said a word to me. I always returned the favor.
Later I found out they'd explained their injuries as being the result
of horsing around playing basketball at Navarre park.
What was kind of funny, though, was they were all cute and I was so
horny and frustrated that I would've gone with any of them or even all
of them if they hadn't been such damn animals about it. After a week
-- and Dan had gone back to New York for another year -- I was
fantasizing about what it might have been like and kind of regretting
the missed opportunity. But over July Fourth weekend, Dad borrowed
Uncle Charlie's summer house on Kelly's Island and took us all out
there and I got the chance to find out what it was like to pull a
train.
Kelly's Island is out in Lake Erie. You get there by a ferry from near
Port Clinton. In the winter, when the lake is really frozen, sometimes
you can get there by sled or ice boat or even car, but every year a
couple of dweebs go through the ice and drown when they try that.
It's some sort of national park -- at least part of it is -- and
there's all this stuff left over from when the glaciers gouged the
Great Lakes out of the continent. It's very quiet, very pretty and
very dull -- to a young person with an active libido.
I was less than thrilled by the time we got to the house, a big ol'
place about halfway up a hill and looking northeast over the lake. Dad
and Mom were doing Dad-and-Mom stuff -- Mom was cleaning and
organizing, and Dad was looking for things to fix. My little brothers
had discovered a treehouse and were as happy as 'coons in a garbage
dump. Jeanne loved that nature stuff and immediately headed out for
the wildlife trails. Alexis, with her blonde hair and big ass, had
gotten herself picked up by some lumbering islander on the ferry; he
had a red Mustang convertible, so she had everything she needed.
All I had was an itch and two weeks of boredom to look forward to. Or
so I thought.
The house was against the side of a steep hill. Above us was all
forest and the top of the hill was part of the national park-land, so
it was pretty much deserted. It was a good place to get away from
Mom's nagging and Dad's cussing and my brothers' shouting and
bickering. There was a very faint trail climbing up the hill in a
series of cutbacks.
I was wearing some cutoff jeans -- these were cut just above my knees
-- and I'd filched one of Alexis's halter tops. It fit, which was a
nice change of pace for me, since I'd started sprouting again. I'd
thought about shopping for a real swimsuit, but when I measured
myself, I was up to 27-19-25. So much for a real swimsuit.
About two-thirds of the way to the top, a dog suddenly appeared from
the bush. He wasn't very big, and he was purebred mutt with a lot of
basset in him. He stopped, looked at me, then wagged his tail and came
right over, his great big eyes looking up at me. I let him sniff my
hand and whine, and when he rubbed his head against my fingers, I
started scratching around his ears and under his jowls. His tail
wagged even more. We chased each other up the trail a little, and then
he barked once, in enthusiasm. He didn't have a collar, and I kind of
hoped he was a stray. He was a neat dog.
Then someone whistled form the cliff. He barked once at me and started
scooting up the trail. I followed.
Just as I huffed past the top of the trail, I saw about a half-dozen
kids on blankets. The kids looked like they were about 16 or so, some
older, some -- the girls -- maybe a little younger. The dog was with
one of the guys, who was watching me.
I said "Hi!" and introduced myself and told him what a neat dog he
had.
His name was Ike. He and the other kids there lived on the island. He
was about a foot taller than me and not bad looking, but boy, did he
have a built on him! The fact that he was shirtless made it hard to
miss, too.
They invited me to hang out with them, and I was glad they did, since
it meant some variation at least. The boys all checked me out -- so
did the girls -- but no one came on to me...then. The girls seemed a
little stand-offish. That made sense. Kelly's Island isn't big, and in
a place like that, when girls get paired off with boyfriends, they
don't want newcomers to upset the balance of things. But when they
found out I wasn't going to be 12 for a couple of weeks, most of them
relaxed. One of them, Reenie -- her real name was Maureen -- offered
to meet me at the house the next day and show me a short cut. I
thought that was nice. Reenie was 16 and had a nice face and real
dark, straight hair -- she said her great-grandmother was an Indian --
but the most noticeable things about her were her tits. She had these
huge boobs; I mean, they had to be as big as canteloupes.
When she came to the house to call for me, Dad kept staring at her
tits like he'd never seen breasts before. As we were walking to the
shortcut, I warned her as much as I dared about Dad. I told her he was
going to be grabbing her tits if he got her alone -- Dad was notorious
for that, especially if he'd had a couple of beers.
She looked at me and said, "You know, it's hard to believe you're only
12."
I smiled and said that was the way it was.
She told me that when she was my age, her tits were bigger than mine,
but she was also taller. And she confided that she'd found the
attention her figure got from boys was an interesting diversion from
what had become a pretty boring routine.
Since it was tell-all time, I took the bait and revealed that I was
not exactly some little innocent. She set the hook and reeled me in,
and I told her a little of my exploits. She told me a little of hers,
but not much.
The same group was there plus a few more. Boys now outnumbered girls.
I figured I'd better play it safe and not mess around and assumed that
all the boys were spoken for; no flirting by me, no siree bob.
Some of the boys were throwing a softball around, and a couple of the
girls were playing cards and it was nice. We all just laid around in
the sunshine and enjoyed each other's company. From time to time, I
noticed Reenie talking privately to one or two of the girls. From the
way they looked at me after the chats, I knew what she'd told them. I
didn't really mind, not even when I noticed some of the boys started
looking at me different, too, after the girls talked to them.
Later in the afternoon, a couple of couples paired off and were making
out under an old elm. They were going at it pretty hot and heavy. One
of the boys, Vernon, had been rubbing his girlfriend's rather scrawny
tit, and he was moving the other hand down between Ellen's legs. She
didn't stop him when he started rubbing her off through her shorts.
She was so skinny that her brown legs were like two pipes sticking out
of her shorts. There was enough room for him to get his fingers inside
one leg of the shorts -- and he did. I knew from the way she was
moving and he was moving that he was fingering her. They kept it up
till she came, then he stood and led her by the hand back into the
woods.
Reenie said something like, "Those two are like rabbits." She looked
at me and grinned a little crookedly.
I nodded and said, "Lucky her -- at least she's got a boyfriend with
her." Then I looked at the cards in my hand and rummied the straight
flush someone had played earlier.
On the way back to my house, Reenie told me they were going to have a
little weenie roast that night, and I was welcome to come. She said
almost everyone would be there, including some kids I hadn't met. She
said since it was going to be full moon, they might go for a swim in a
pond back in the woods.
It sounded great and I agreed.
When Reenie came for me at the house, it was almost six-thirty. Mom
and Dad had been drinking Blatz all afternoon, and I knew they were
going to be asleep early, which meant my brothers were going to be put
to bed early. Alexis was, as usual, Out, and Jeanne was in the
bathroom, trying to drain the cistern -- as usual. I knew what she was
really doing in there, but what the hell?
When we got to the top, it was just getting dark. There were about 15
kids there. Someone had built a real careful campfire in a depression
scooped out of the dirt, and a couple of kids were roasting weenies
and marshmallows on sticks. Most of the kids there were availing
themselves of the beer someone had brought -- a couple of cases of
Blatz and Carling. Vernon and Ellen were making out.
I ate a frank and a couple of marshmallows. There was no soda, so I
washed it down with cold beer. Ike was kind of hanging around me, and
there were these little touches now and then -- you know, on my wrist
or my shoulder -- and when I went into the bushes to take a leak, I
asked Reenie who his girlfriend was. She said she guessed she was, but
said she and Ike weren't Like That and not to worry about it; cookout
nights were special. She wouldn't explain more, but promised that if I
stuck around, I'd understand.
When I got back to the group, all ready to let Ike give me some
enjoyment, I found that he and about half of the others had gone off
for their swim. I was wearing Alexis's swimtop and my bottoms under my
shorts and windbreaker -- it got cool out there on the lake, even in
midsummer -- so I was prepared. I followed the sounds of splashing
till I got to the pond.
The swimsuit was not appropriate attire; birthday suits were the order
of the day.
I hesitated, but someone -- one of the guys -- yelled, "Come on little
girl! Don't be shy!"
I peeled out of my clothes, and when I took the halter off, I heard a
girl giggle and say, "Little?"
I stripped off the bottoms and went to the edge of the pond. One of
the guys warned me not to dive because the pond bottom was uneven, so
I waded in and struck out in a shallow crawl stroke toward the others.
The pond was about 80 feet across and almost round. The far side of it
was shrouded in shadows from overhanging trees. The others were in the
middle of the pond. Ike was a little farther out, where it was deeper.
He waved me toward him.
The main bunch was in water about waist deep or a little more. As I
swam past, someone reached out and ran a hand down my back to my butt
and gave one cheek a little squeeze.
Just Ike's head and shoulders were above the water when I reached him.
"Ever been skinny-dipping before?"
"Not since I was a little kid," I said.
"From what I saw, you're no little kid any more."
"And from what you've heard."
He nodded and grinned.
"You guys do this a lot?"
"Every couple of weeks in summer. Weather's got to be right, and there
has to be enough moonlight, and no Scout troops." He laughed. "We
really upset a troop last summer. They kind of stumbled upon us."
I'd been treading water for a couple of minutes at that point. "You
getting tired?" he asked.
"A little," I admitted.
He grinned, and then I felt his hands on my waist. He pulled me closer
until I was pressed against him. He kissed me, and I was all for it. I
wrapped my legs around his hard waist and my arms around his neck. He
slid his hands down to cup my butt and ground me against him. I felt
the hard ridges of muscle on his abdomen rubbing my clit. I was
getting awfully hot. I scooted my behind down a little, and sure
enough, I felt something smooth and hard bump against the little strip
of flesh between my butt-hole and my pussy. Unfortunately, I was so
much shorter than him that I couldn't possibly think about going
farther without developing gills; my head would've been underwater.
"Can we go someplace a little drier?" I asked.
"Sure. Other side of the pond. Can you swim it?"
I kissed him and nodded, then we disentangled, and I turned to swim.
He grabbed my ankles and gave me a push that sent me a good third of
the way to the far side of the pond. I swam till my feet touched
bottom, but he swam past me and was standing before I was. What a
gorgeous sight he was, with that great body glistening in the
moonlight. His cock was as long as Roger's had been, maybe eight
inches, but not as thick. Certainly as hard, though. He held his hand
out to me. I took it and stood, and he led me out of the water and
into the dark woods beyond. There were some hoots from behind us. I
ignored them.
I suppose in daylight and wearing shoes it would've taken about two
minutes, but dressed as we weren't and by moonlight, the twisty path
took about 10 minutes.
"Almost there," he whispered. We were approaching what looked like an
impenetrable wall of bushes.
"I hear something," I said. "Someone -- "
"It's okay." He put his hand on my butt and pushed aside some of the
brush and urged me through.
There were a couple of old mattresses on the ground inside the ring of
brush. Old sheets were on the mattresses. A couple was on one of the
sheets. Ellen and Vernon -- no surprise.
I stopped and stared. Ellen was on her back under Vernon, her skinny
legs bent back till her ankles were next to her ears. Her hairy cunt
was pointed up and Vernon's dick was pumping in and out like crazy.
From the amount of juices on the sheet and on her ass, I guessed that
they hadn't just arrived.
I wanted Ike desperately, already, but what he did then absolutely
bound me to him. He bent and put his lips next to me ears, brushed
back my wet hair and whispered, "If you want to change your mind, it's
okay to do it now, and no one's going to rag you for it; I guarantee
that. But if you want to stop, now is the time. Okay?"
I turned and kissed him on the lips and grabbed his rigid dick. "Now
is the time, alright." I dropped to my knees and pulled his dick into
my mouth and started sucking as hard as I could. He groaned and put
his hands on the sides of my face, but lightly -- not forcing. I
didn't want to suck him off, at least not right then. I wanted that
hard cock in my pussy, scratching my itch. He didn't try to stop me
when I pulled back. I led him, dick-wise, to one of the vacant
mattresses and lay down.
He lay beside me and kissed me for a while. We were caressing each
other, and then he bent down and started feasting on my tits. He kept
stopping to tell me how perfect and firm and beautiful my tits were.
Then he licked his way down my belly and licked my thighsb and then he
put his face between my legs.
"Hey! You don't have any hair down here!"
"Not so you'd notice," I said, rubbing my palms over my swollen
nipples.
"Believe me, I'm in a position to notice." He chuckled.
I chuckled, too, but then his tongue ran slowly from my asshole all
the way up my pussy lips to my clit, and I stopped chuckling and
started gasping. That boy knew how to eat! And the way he did it
betrayed genuine enthusiasm.
After about five minutes and five little orgasms, I pulled his face
out of my cunt and dragged him up over me. I locked my legs around his
waist and felt his dick head bumping around the area of my pussy,
seeking the opening. I'd loved the way he ate me, but Jeanne could eat
me just as well. What Jeanne couldn't do was slide a nice hard dick up
my hungry little pussy, and that's what I wanted.
He kept prodding and kept missing, and I kept trying to catch his
prick in my pussy, to no avail. Finally, I reached around and under
and took matters into my own fingers. I guided his cock to the
entrance, wriggled my hips till it was wedged securely, and then put
my arms around his neck and whispered, "Fuck me, Ike!"
He was trying to ram me, but I was so little and tight that the going
was too slow for either of us. I crossed my ankles behind his butt and
hunched up at him, pulling myself onto his rigid cock as he pushed
down into me. He glans slid inside and he gasped.
"You're so tight! Are you a virgin?"
"Not nearly, honey! Just fuck me!"
Well that was what he did. He hooked his hands over my shoulders,
resting most of his upper body weight on his elbows -- sparing me --
and started pumping. I was wet and tight, but he was wet and hard and
strong, and he was moving his dick like a piston in me. I could hear
the wet sucking noises my pussy made around his hard dick. Even with
his moaning and my gasping, I could hear it.
He pumped faster and faster. I hadn't cum yet, but I was going to soon
-- and it was going to be a big one. I could feel it building in my
belly, kind of coiling there like a big spring.
"I gotta -- gotta cum in you!" he hissed. He fell forward slightly,
burying his prick in me. Our pubic bones were touching and he was
pressing my clittie, too. I felt his balls slap on my upturned ass,
into all the overflowing juices in the crack there. "Cumming --
cumming -- " he coughed.
That did it for me. I locked around him and felt my vagina start its
squeezing and spasming. He howled and poured his jism into me. I could
feel his dick swell with each spurt, and that just sent me higher.
Usually, I just get all clenched up and frozen when I come, but this
time my hips started shaking against him and as tight as my cunt was,
it must have felt to him like --
"Your cunt is sucking me! Damn!"
He half-collapsed onto me, his dick shriveling out of my clutches. He
rolled onto his back, rolling me with him to keep his dick inside. I
settled down onto his dwindling dick as much as I could and rested my
head against his chest. He kissed the top of my head and ran his hands
over me.
"I want to do it again, when you rest," I said. "I came so hard..."
"Why wait till he rests?" said a voice. A girl's voice.
===============================================================
This is an original story from a caller to The Abbey, part of
MHBBS (212-683-1448). Feel free to repost it as is, without
editing or changing anything in it, including this tag. For
information about The Abbey, a spam-free place for writers and
readers of adult material to gather, email Friar...@mhbbs.com.
================================================================
___ Blue Wave/QWK v2.12
---
MHBBS (212-683-1448). For email replies, remove the "*" before MHBBS.COM.