MARIE (12 of 13 4/4)
FRIAR DAVE
"Can we pull over here for a minute?" I pointed left. We were
approaching the Great Eastern shopping center. The miniature golf
course was brightly lit and there was a big tractor-trailer rig
unloading in front of the Kroger's, but otherwise, it was dark.
"Yeah, no problem," Gary said. He signaled and turned. He moved toward
the miniature golf.
"No -- over by the Lane's." The drug store's area was dark and empty.
As soon as the microbus was stopped, I stood and untied the knot I'd
made of the shirttails. Then I unbuttoned the last three buttons. I
held my arms wide, so the shirt was open.
Gary and Gerry stared, their mouths literally gaping. "Big enough?"
"Holy shit," Gary said, but he drew it out to about six syllables.
I stepped forward, in between the custom, swiveling, reclining bucket
seats installed by these two sons of a gas station-owner. Their heads
were almost level with mine. I cupped a hand under each tit and said,
"Want a taste?"
Gary seemed frozen, but Gerry wasted no time. He leaned forward and
began running his tongue around my nipple. It got hard, fast. Then he
fastened his lips over it and started sucking it while whipping his
tongue back and forth across the nozzle. My knees almost buckled, so
powerful was the sudden surge of desire that washed through me.
Then Gary got into the act. He put one arm around my waist and nuzzled
the other tit. Gerry brought his hand up my leg, then caressed my
thighs higher and higher, until his hand was under the microskirt and
he was lightly rubbing my Tricot-clad cunt with his knuckles.
"Wet already," he mumbled around my nipple.
"Show 'em to me," I said. Both had been rubbing their crotches, and
neither needed elucidation. There was some fumbling and shifting and
then two large, extremely hard 19-year-old cocks were pulsing in the
dim illumination. Gary's hand went to the hem of my microskirt, and he
peeled it upward. Gerry began pulling my panties off. I did a two-step
so he could get them off my ankles, and then I was virtually naked to
the horny twins. The shirt was no obstacle at all, and my microskirt
was now a thin band of fabric hanging about my waist as they fondled
my barely furred cunt and suckled at my tits. I was close to cumming
already.
Terry was snoring.
"Now," I said, "Who would like to fuck me?"
"Me!" "Me!" they chorused.
"And who wants me to suck him?"
"Me!" "Me!" they chorused, again.
Gerry stopped nursing at my nipple long enough to look up at me and
say, "Why not both?"
Why not, indeed. I said nothing and unclipped the microskirt. Now it
was just me in my shirt. Gary turned his seat and guided me back till
I was sitting on his lap. I was so wet that he slid in easily, if
slowly. His dick was about eight inches long and a rather thick, and I
was still very tight. But I was wet, determined and unbelievably
horny.
"You're so hot inside!" he gasped as I settled down on him. I couldn't
answer right away because I was cumming, hard.
Gerry, meanwhile, stood and offered me his cock at face level. I put
my hands on his waist and pulled him forward and took just the knob in
my mouth and started sucking. Gary reached around to pinch my tits and
play with them, and I started cumming again. I ground my butt down
into Gary's lap as I came and sucked Gerry in a little deeper,
vacuuming as hard as I could in my frenzy. I slid my hand over to grip
the base of his cock and squeezed and jerked hard on his shaft. I felt
his hands lightly resting on my head. As I came again and sucked all
the harder, he moaned and swelled, and then he was cumming in my
mouth.
There was a lot of it. He came and came and came, flooding my mouth. I
swallowed, but there was more, and it was starting to bloat my cheeks.
Some of it got out of my mouth and dribbled down my chin and his cock.
I kept sucking.
Then Gary groaned. He slid his hands down to my hips and jammed me
down onto his cock and bucked up at me, swelling inside me, and then I
felt his cock lurch and fire. He came as much as his twin, and when
Gerry finally stopped trying to drown me, Gary kept flooding me. My
cunt was filled with his swelling meat, so there was no place for the
jism to go but down and out and it was bathing his thighs.
And I kept cumming.
Finally, even Gerry and Gary were spent. I still shook with pleasure
and would have fallen forward, but Gerry caught me and dropped to his
knees to take me in his arms while I sat, still impaled, on his twin's
softening but still impressive cock.
The sad thing was that, as pleasurable as it was, my enjoyment was
tempered by my desire for revenge on Terry. Oh, sure, I spent a lot of
time fucking like crazy to get even with Dan and prove to myself that
he was the one who'd missed out with his damn holier-than-thou
attitude, but that was different; I never expected Dan to know about
it. Besides, he was in New York fucking City, which might as well have
been on the other side of the damn galaxy; Terry was laying five feet
from my quivering ankles, snoring slightly in his beery splendor,
while I let his brothers use me as a toy for their pleasures.
Use me is just what they did, too -- because I encouraged them. When
Gerry helped me stand -- and his brother's dick came out with a spermy
plop! -- I lurched forward and buried his face in my tits. Well, not
exactly "buried," since they weren't really all that big, except
compared to the rest of me. But he did what he could to make me feel
I'd buried him, slurping and licking and turning his face rapidly from
one side to the other to cover the inner slopes with kisses and licks
and saliva, making me even hornier with his infectious enthusiasm.
After a few minutes of this, my motor was running, so to speak, and I
dropped into a crouch and began licking and otherwise encouraging
Gerry's dick to more quickly regain its stiffness. He didn't need one
hell of a lot of help.
The passenger-side seat they'd installed reclined almost completely
and Gerry moved some lever that caused it to do exactly that --
recline almost fully. I climbed up and after some clumsy shifting,
lowered my again-aching pussy onto his stiff dick -- with my back to
him. I gripped his legs just above the knees -- for balance -- and
slowly eased him into me. He was as big and thick and hard as his
brother had been, but the way was eased not only by my additional
juices, but also by the load Gary had deposited. I leaned farther
forward, reaching down to clasp his ankles and pressing my nipples --
which were as stiff as could be -- into his lower thighs and let his
hands guide my tiny hips up and down.
In that position, it felt like a horse was fucking me. Every time he
pushed me down on him, the head of his cock bottomed out in me, and I
gave a little gasp. It hurt a little, and it felt incredibly good. I
came two or three times, and Gerry was humping up at me, too. His
motions slid his trim, hard ass farther and farther down the reclining
chair till abruptly, I had to sit up, because his feet were flat on
the floor and his knees were bent.
The problem, however, was that by then, I was cumming so much that I
really didn't have the strength to support myself.
That problem was trivial. For there, standing in front of me with a
proudly resurrected dick, was Gary -- waiting for his blowjob. He
didn't have to wait long. His cock was gorgeous there in the dim
illumination of Lane's Drugs's nightlights in the Great Eastern
shopping center -- gorgeous. Well, it seemed gorgeous then, just
challenging me to suck it, demanding that I take it into my mouth. I
gulped it halfway in with one stroke. His hands went to the sides of
my head and he guided my mouth back and forth as he fucked his cock in
and out of my mouth.
Gerry, meantime, was bucking furiously, and I was riding him faster
and more energetically. His dick popped loose a couple of times,
sliding up my belly and rubbing my clit in the process. All but once,
it quickly sank into me again.
The once was notable. That time, it lodged between my buttocks --
which were clenched pretty tight from my orgasms -- and snagged on my
butthole.
"No! Don't!"
His hands on my hips, though, pushed me down. His dick was triply
slippery -- from my juices, his brother's load and his own seepage.
The glans stretched me wildly and then was inside, and I was shocked:
It didn't really hurt. I sank down slowly, slowly, while he gasped
about how tight and hot it was. The temperature, I couldn't verify;
the tightness I was sure of, because it felt to me like I was sitting
on a ball bat.
Then I felt his pubic hair against my ass, and I knew I had the full
length of him sheathed in my rectum. I felt like I was taking the
world's biggest shit. It felt strange, and it felt wonderful, and it
scared me. Then he twitched inside me, and I moaned. His hands stayed
on my hips as I splayed my legs carefully outside his and draped them
down while I settled back and reclined upon the 19-year-old sodomizing
me. His hands slid up to my tits, and he began playing with my breasts
-- especially my nipples. I moaned again and then shuddered.
My pussy was empty, and my ass burned slightly from the stretching,
but I had cum. A little one, to be sure, but an orgasm no less. I slid
one hand down to grip the edge of the reclining seat for stability and
the other down to play with my clit and pussy.
This all had left Gary standing there with my saliva cooling on his
rampant dick. He wasted little time, though. Gary bent at the knees,
found his alignment, and before I could cover my cunt he drove his
prick into me.
All three of us groaned at that. Each of them moaned about feeling the
other pressed against him in the adjoining channel; I moaned
incoherently.
[Yes! It does turn me on to remember it! So they're hard? So what?]
I'd been sandwiched before, and I'd been younger at the time, but I'd
never been filled like this before. This was sheer, hedonistic,
sensual pleasure. I gave myself over to it. I would have wrapped one
or both legs around Gary's waist to keep him close, but I had no
strength anywhere but where they filled me. Gary did most of the work;
in his position, Gerry could do little but occasionally buck up to
keep his cock locked in my ass. But Gary was energetic as hell.
Gary rocked me, again and again, with short thrusts that made up in
urgency what they lacked in length. I wasn't sure they weren't going
to rupture me with their hard 19-year-old pricks, and I didn't care. I
was cumming and cumming and not sure if it was starting in my cunt, my
ass or my clit or my nipples. I couldn't stop cumming. I didn't want
to stop cumming.
But then both cocks were swelling in me, and both were groaning rather
loudly, and then I felt both of them twitch as they ground themselves
in me and poured all their juices and excitement and horniness into
me.
My horny, amoral body drank it all up and clutched for more -- milked
for more.
Terry still snored in the back.
We disengaged, moving as quickly as possible to prevent soiling their
precious microbus with our drippings...though I thought of it more as
anointing the van with our juices. Whatever.
And then it got ugly.
I'd just finished pulling my clothing together when Gerry reached past
me and slid back the side door. "Out."
"What?"
"Get out."
"Yeah," Gary added, poetically.
"But aren't you going to give me a ride home?"
"Doesn't look like it."
"No," Gary said, literately.
"But -- "
"You think we'll give a slut a ride?" Gerry demanded.
I started to get mad. "What did you call me?"
"A slut," Gerry said.
"Yeah," Gary added. "Fuck both a guy's brothers while he's passed out
at her feet."
"We gotta watch out for our kid brother."
"I didn't see either of you protesting," I said, dancing down out of
the Microbus to the dirty asphalt. I reached in an snatched my tote
bag with my Mom-approved clothes in it. "Let me ask you something, if
you've got the guts to answer."
Gerry spit theatrically on the asphalt. "Yeah?"
"If a slut is a woman who'd fuck a guy's brothers while he's passed
out at her feet, what would you call his brothers -- men of honor?"
I slammed the door shut myself. They laid about 2,000 miles worth of
rubber -- intending to impress me, I suppose -- as they popped the
clutch and left. One of them yelled back in the night, "You're nothin'
but a hoo-er!"
"Whore," I said aloud to myself in the emptiness of the shopping
center parking lot. "The word is `whore.'" And I wondered if maybe he
wasn't right. I had done them to get even with Terry for betraying my
trust and lying about his solemn vow. What was a whore but a woman who
fucks for personal gain. On the other hand, I knew of a few -- more
than a few -- women who'd chosen to fuck only one man, the best
breadwinner they could get, for a piece of gold...in the form of a
wedding band and promise of security.
At the time, I found it all too confusing to deal with; I had to get
home and home was a hell of a distance yet. I started walking.
I was beginning to think I was snakebitten. The three most important
men I'd known had all ended up hurting or rejecting me, and usually
with good cause. My phantom stepbrother had rejected me in favor of an
underdeveloped twelve-year-old and my (formerly) best friend. I had
caused Ty grief and he'd had to reject me. And now, Terry.
I checked my change purse, and when I got to the Esso station, I
called a car service, and Yes, I had enough to get from there to the
corner of the block where my family lived. The service car showed up
-- a battered '62 Chevy wagon -- and the driver looked me up and down.
"You?" He was a middle-aged African-American. I nodded. "You okay?" I
nodded again. He shrugged. "Okay, let's get you home, child." Then he
shook his head. "Well-growed child."
When I let myself in the house and got to my room, my baby sister was
waiting for me in my bed. "You okay?" After I reassured her, she told
me Mom had waited for me till almost one -- it was a little after
three -- and was really pissed. She suspected it was at least halfway
because Dad was really pissed. He'd gotten a letter from my phantom
stepbrother, who'd just graduated from high school. Dan wasn't coming
to visit this summer. He had a good summer job that he had to start
right away. He was sorry, but he had to have the money, because he
started college in the autumn and the two scholarships combined
wouldn't cover the costs. Dad had really been looking forward to the
visit. And, though I hadn't known it till that moment, so had I.
But in a way, it was just as well. I had no distractions that summer,
nothing to take my mind off my own interests, and I learned a lot
about myself. When anyone asked me about Terry, I told them it was a
rumor. I told a few that he and I had enjoyed a one-night stand and a
bad date and That Was That. If anyone asked about the other rumor --
about me doing both his older brothers at once -- I got all hot under
the collar and pissed and bitchy, and if they persisted, I told them I
could sure have my stepbrother dispel their illusions. Enough had
leaked out about that incident on the front porch that nobody wanted
Dan coming around and asking them anything. No way.
But the truth was that I suspected I was poison to any kind of serious
relationship.
[I know, but, hey -- I was 13! Give me a break!]
And I suspected that I was always going to be Doormat side of the male
view of the world: All women are either Goddesses or Doormats.
By the end of that summer, I had withdrawn almost completely into
myself. I'd had plenty of practice at that, intensive practice after
my first time --
[Okay; I promise -- but later, okay?]
When school started, a few newcomers made attempts to be friendly with
me, but I was essentially asexual. I became a creature of the mind, of
intellect, reveling in the literature I read, the poems I encountered,
even betraying a talent for the rigorous disciplines -- which I always
regarded as a game -- of Geometry. I was blessed with three teachers
who loved the idea of opening a mind to the possibilities inherent in
a particular curriculum: Geometry, English and History. I actually won
honors for my mind.
But as the spring of my sophomore year crawled toward summer, things
were happening. I suddenly realized that I had gone more than five
months without being touched -- aside from playing Yellow Pages with
my sister, more for her relief than my own -- and I was winning
recognition for what I could do with my brain rather than the shape of
my body.
And I realized I had suddenly begun developing, with a vengeance, in a
way that made all previous spurts seem picayune by comparison.
But that early summer, in '69, a couple of things came together. One
of them was discovering that my phantom stepbrother could screw up.
Another was that I became a cheesecake photo in the city newspaper.
That was the summer that I realized how I had grown. Make that Grown,
with a capital G. I was surprised -- I, who had always tracked and
recorded my measurements to the eighth of an inch -- to find that I
needed a 34 d-cup bra, that my hips were finally flaring in balance
(relatively) to 27 inches and my waist had ballooned to a whopping 20
inches. Tubb-o, I thought! But I was also all the way up to four-foot-
10-inches, and looked more like a petite young woman than a little kid
with outrageous tits. Yes, that was a summer of major changes.
And that was the summer I was scouted by a men's magazine.
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