0 comments/ 33293 views/ 2 favorites St. Chester Ch. 01 By: still_goin The following story is fiction but it has a slim basis in fact. I once attended a freshman orientation session when a nun made the comment featured below about it being a shame that many undergraduates were making genital to genital contact with each other. The orientation was followed by a beach picnic but nothing like the one described here. Too bad. I wish it had been true. Not only are none of the characters under 18, but none of them even exist, except in my feverished imagination. * * * * * I was so mad at my parents; I didn't even notice that a lot of the girls filing into the auditorium for freshman orientation were pretty well endowed with good looks and taut bodies. No, I was so overwhelmed with anger and bad feelings, that what should have been a highlight of my life—entering college—was looking like the beginning of a nightmare that would last two years if I got my grades up, and four years if I didn't. Yes, here I was stuck away at a religious Catholic college until I got my act together, after which I might be allowed to attend a party school like U Miami or San José. I don't remember a lot of orientation, but I will always remember the talk we were given by the dean of students, Sister Anne. That's right, Sister, like 'nun,' like Catholic school, like Mass and Confession, and lock the dorm doors at 10:00 on weekdays and 12:00 on Friday and Saturday. Sister Anne might as well have been brother Sam—flat as a board with a wiry mustache that would have been admired in any barbershop. She began by welcoming us and congratulating us for going to a Catholic institution where our morals would be as important to us as our grades. Brother! She said that previous years had seem some unacceptable behavior but that she was sure we would be able to take advantages of the mistakes others had made to avoid the deadly temptations of being away from home and parents for the first time. Why, she screamed, did we know that some students actually made genital to mouth contact with each other. Believe you me, there was shocked silence at that; Sister Anne really loved that. You could see it in the triumphant look that passed over her face. Then she leaned forward over the podium and, in a low voice shared a deep secret with us: "Some of them have even made genital to genital contact." Well, she was sure we would be able to avoid that kind of temptation. She stood away from the podium and waved her finger at us: "Remember, children, the body is the house of the soul. Just as you wouldn't want to live in a house that was filled with foul and odorant garbage, neither would you want to sully your soul's house by engaging is wicked sinful acts the like of which turned Lott's wife to salt." Then she leaned forward to share another secret, "I'm sure this word to the wise will be sufficient." We were so shocked we didn't even applaud as we had for the earlier speakers. Man oh man, I thought. It's even worse than I thought. Sister Anne was followed by the director of student activities. He informed us of all the wonderful activities and clubs we could belong to at St. Chester. Then, saving the best for last, he told us there was going to be a big picnic at the school's beach club and that buses would load at 1:00, immediately after lunch. No way, I thought. I ate quickly and retreated to my room where I buried myself in a book. It was a hot book and I was thinking I could wank off as soon as the students cleared the dorm. That wasn't to be. The floor representative came by and said, "It's time to get on the bus." "NO way, dude. I'm not going." "Ah come on. It's fun. You'll like it." "Sure, I can drink Kool-Aid with Sister Anne." "Oh, she won't be there." "I still would rather stay here and get ready for classes." "Man, you sure got the wrong idea about this school. You will have absolutely no problem with classes here. If you don't like your grades just talk to the prof.s and they'll change them." "That's nice. Have a good time." Even as I flipped him off in my mind, I felt a little bad. He actually didn't seem like that bad a guy, but I was in a really deep funk and I planned to enjoy it to the fullest. The floor rep shrugged his shoulders and made himself scarce, but he reappeared with the house master moments later. "Come on, Fred. Get your gear together. This activity is not optional; besides, you'd really kick yourself when you heard how much fun everybody had." Oh, well, I thought. But it wasn't without a lot of grumbling that I grabbed a jacket and started out the door. "You're going to want your swim suit. There's water skiing, wind surfing, and a lot of the kids like to play water basketball." "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay, I get the picture." I grabbed my suit and a towel and put them in my new St. Chester backpack, which my parents bought me at the student store so I would fit in. EeeeHa. It wasn't until we got to the lake and the girls started shucking their warm-ups that my mood lightened. Most the girls wore bikinis and some of them were quite scanty. No thongs, though. Sister Anne probably covered that in the female student orientation. Still, there was a lot of pulchritude bouncing around the beach and I started to sense possibilities that I hadn't thought existed an hour earlier. One chick especially caught my attention, maybe because she was bending over, presenting her butt to me as she struggled with some kind of gear bag. Man, I could see the shape of her pussy through the thin material of her suit. I hurried over to offer help "Can I help you with that bag?" "Oh, thanks. Yes. Hold the bag." I held on while she pulled on some canvas that was inside." "What have you got here? I hope it isn't your swim suit." "It's a sail, silly. I'm already wearing my suit." She looked up at me, caught my grin. "Oh, you know that." "I didn't know it was a sail, but yeah, I saw you were wearing a suit. Where's your boat?" "It's in the shed. As soon as I get the mast and wishbone together with the sail, you can help me carry it out, if you like." "I wouldn't mind, but I'm not that strong." "Oh, it's light. You'll see." "That's a boat," I said, looking at what looked all the world like a surfboard. "It's a wind surfer." "Way cool, man. You know how to sail it." "Little bit." "Little bit?" Before long the wind surfer was bobbing in the waves at the lake's edge and she easily, it seemed, locked the mast in a socket and took off flying. I mean flying. The board took off like a bat out of hell. In seconds she was just a dot on the horizon, then, before I could decide whether to wait for her to return—yes, I wasn't about to abandon her unless she abandoned me—she came flying back, did a quick 360 degree turn and stepped off in the shallows. "Little bit?" I asked, sarcastically. "Well, I won some medals, but I just a beginner, really. Would you like to try?" "Sure. What do I do?" "Here, I'll show you". She stepped up on the board and sailed around in a small circle, talking all the way, showing me how moving the mast's angle steered the machine. Showing me how to walk around the mast to turn around. It looked easy. It wasn't. I felt like a clumsy klutz. When I'd fallen off about a million times, I looked up at her. "Are you enjoying this?" She took pity on me. "It harder than it looks isn't it." "Are you mad at me, or something?" "Naw, I just don't get many opportunities to lord it over a guy. I have a mean side." "Boy, you sure do." She pulled the bow up on the beach and laid the mast and sail down so the wind couldn't catch it and said, "There's a trainer. You just need to get the knack, then it's easy." "Now you tell me." "I'm sorry. Really. I'm not a very nice little girl sometimes." "Not very little," I smiled as I said it, my eyes fixed on her nice breasts in case my meaning eluded her. "You aren't one of those girls Sister Anne was warning us about." "Hey, that's not nice." "Sorry." She demonstrated again how to steer the boat by moving the mast but it's really difficult to do it and keep your balance at the same time. "No, no, no. Not like that. She grabbed me from behind and steadied me at the same time helping me shift my weight and suddenly I got a sense of how it worked. At the same time, my mast was getting too interested in the feeling of her boobs, which were pressing against my face as she pushed me this way and that to help me balance. I was embarrassed—surely she noticed. If so she didn't say anything. My legs were getting weak and it wasn't just because of the strain of balancing on the wild platform of the trainer. "Let's try the board again," she said, just when my legs started to tremble. I stepped off the trainer and then I had to figure what to do next. On the trainer I'd been bent nearly double so my stiffy was sort of hidden in the folds of my suit. But now I was erect in both meanings of the word as my cock stood out like the hour hand at 2:00 O'clock. I quickly grabbed the fold of my suit and pulled it away from my body so my cock bounced against my abdomen and pulled the material tight against it. It still made an unmistakable bulge, but at least it didn't stick out at an angle. I was glad my parents didn't let me buy that bikini. My cock would have been out the top. "It's hard isn't it?" She said. I whipped around. "Huh?" "The trainer—it's hard, isn't it." "Oh, yeah." Was she grinning? I guess not. "When the board starts moving in the water, it's more stable. You just have to catch the hang of it." In the next hour I finally did start to get the hang of it and before the hour was over, I'd actually sailed across the bay and back. I tried to make a nice landing like she had, but I lost it at the last minute and fell full length right in front of a crowd of people standing around talking to her, washing them all down with a big splash. "Hey, that wasn't nice," she said. "I didn't do it on purpose." "A likely story. Look, all these guys have been waiting a turn. I think you better give the board up." "Okay. But aren't there other boards?" "Yes, but I haven't felt like I could set them up and watch out for you at the same time." "Oh, thank you. I'm sorry. I guess I've been monopolizing your time." "Hey, I don't mind. I love turning people on . . . to wind surfing. It's my religion." Did she mean that as a double entendre? Naw, couldn't be. "Well, can I help you set up some more boards?" And that's what we did for the next hour. It was hot work—a lot of work—and when we were done she suggested a swim to cool off. "You know, I don't even know your name." "Oh, I'm Molly. Molly Midas." "Well, Molly Midas. I'm very happy to meet you. That's sure a good name because to me you are golden." "Aw shucks. You can tell that after just meeting me? Or is that the line you use with all the girls?" "You won't believe me whatever I say, so think what you will." "So what is your name?" "Oh, sorry. I'm Fred Fringle." "The Fred Fringle?" "Huh?" "Oh, that's just my dumb sense of humor. Don't make too much of it. All this as we walked toward the swimming area where spray was shooting up into the air from a wild game of water basketball, girls sitting astride the shoulders of boys, passing the ball instead of dribbling as they moved toward each basket. "Want to play?" Molly asked. "Sure. Do you want me to be on top first?" "Ha, ha." I swam between her legs and lifted her up. I couldn't help thinking; her pussy is draped over my neck. I wished I had teeth back there. We were quickly in the thick of things and it was some kind of stimulating because, it turns out, it was a contact sport and a lot of the contact was scantily clad female flesh bumping into male flesh. There seemed to be more contact than really called for and then I noticed something else: Several times, girls somehow lost their tops and had a hard time getting them on again. Almost like they were showing them off. I also noticed that I wasn't the only one with a hard-on, because the water didn't cover our crotches, what with us jumping up out of the water all the time. There also seemed to be a lot of unnecessary hugging when girls were unseated—before they got back up. I'm not complaining, mind you. You're probably wondering where the priests were all this time. The only priest I know of who was there was running the water ski boat and it was gone from the dock most of the time. The other adults were up in the kitchen area where they were sucking the beer that was reserved for them. Oh, and two sisters had set up a table in the meeting room to recruit for the Cardinal Newman Club. A combination of wind surfing and water basketball had just about worn me out when the dinner bell set up a clamor, calling us to the barbecue. I ate with Molly and learned that even though she was a freshman, she had a job at the beach club because of her special qualifications. Even though she was a townie, she was living in a dorm, so she could have the full college experience. Something was nagging at my mind. "Molly, can I ask you something?" "Sure." "Well, I'm just blown away by all this. I've had so much fun with you and the rest of the guys today, but it just doesn't seem to jibe with what Sister Anne was talking about. I mean, my parents were expecting this to be a sort of Puritan place. But is it?" "I don't know what you mean?" "All that business about your body being the house of your soul and avoiding mouth to genital and genital to genital contact." "Actually, I didn't get that bit. What does genital mean?" That threw me. I looked at her to see if she was having me on. She looked back at me, her big blue eyes wide open, unblinking. Shit, I thought, how do I answer that. "Well, you know the book of genesis, don't you?" "You mean Adam and Eve?" "More than that. It's the book about beginnings. Well, genital refers to a person's organs of beginning. You know: Genesis: Genital: Beginning new people." "Huh?" "You know, sex!" "Oh my God. You mean that's what she was talking about?" "I'm afraid so." "Well, I don't know much about that. My parents were very strict, and the priest at our school was . . . well let me put it this way; nobody wanted to confess any of that stuff to him. What about you?" "What do you mean?" "Have you had any of that gentle to gentle . . . why are you laughing?" "It's genital, not gentle." "Oh. Are you making fun of me?" "I was just going to ask you?" "Come on. I asked you in good faith." "Just what do you want to know?" "Well . . . have you done it?" "I . . . I guess you could say the only genitals I've had contact with are my own." I lied. "How many do you have? Oh, I'm sorry. That's rude." "No, that's okay. I guess it depends on what you count. I'd say three: my cock, and my balls." "Do tits count?" "I don't think so." "Because I did let a guy touch them once." "No, I don't think they count." "But they feed babies, don't they?" "Yes . . . but they don't make them." "So, what do you count?" "I'm not entirely clear about that, but I'd say it's limited to your . . . you know . . . your sex." "My vagina?" "Yeah." "What about my ovaries? You counted your balls." "Okay, that's fair. But you aren't likely to have genital to genital contact with your ovaries." "Good point." Just then we were interrupted by an older guy. "Molly, isn't it about time to put away the windsurfers?" "Oh, I'm sorry. I'll get right to it." "That's okay. Just try to have them all in before dark." "Hey, Mr. Bragg, I'd like to introduce Fred." "Hello Fred. Have you known each other long." "We just met today," I said. "Molly gave me lessons." "She's gives it quite a ride, doesn't she"? "She's really something, as far as I'm concerned," I said. "Ah, Mr. Bragg, would it be okay if we keep two boards out for a moonlight sail. We'll put them away, but it's a full moon and I'll watch out for Fred. Okay?" "I probably shouldn't, but I'll let you if you both wear clip on lights. And be back by full dark. It's okay to go out in the dusk, but be back before full dark, okay?" We quickly packed up three of the windsurfers and then took off across the bay. I was really starting to get the hang of it—well, not like Molly, but pretty good for me. But it's hard work, you know. You are basically holding yourself up in the air by the boom, so it's like hanging onto a pull up bar while frantically balancing your self on an unstable platform. And I was tired from a much more energetic day that I'm used to. We made one complete circuit of the lake and were at the far shore again when I begged for a breather. We dumped the two sails and then lay side-by-side, feet in the water supported by our chests on my board. Our eyes were used to the moonlight and I loved seeing the tops of her tits being pushed out of her halter by her weight on the board. "I've never enjoyed myself with a girl as much as I have with you today, Molly." "Hey, it's mutual." "I hope we can keep seeing each other." "If you like. I'd be happy to go out with you." "I've never met a girl who turned me on the way you do. You're so beautiful and you've got a fantastic figure." "Oh, come on. Most guys think I'm skin and bones." "You're kidding." "My breasts are small and . . . well put it this way, one guy said I had an ass like a guy." "He must have been queer. If a guy had an ass like yours, most queers would be after him for something Sister Anne wouldn't like." "That's funny." "I have a reputation for making jokes that aren't funny. I never mean to but I do like to make people laugh. But sometimes people take it the wrong way.' "I'm warned; I'll try not to. You know, you've got a pretty taut bod, too." "I guess, if you don't mind a total absence of muscles." "Well, Michael Jordan has chicken legs. I think bulky muscles are like big tits. Impressive but not very important in the scheme of things." "I agree about big tits. I like them just like yours." "How do you know?" "Your suit doesn't hide much." "That's what my mom said. In fact, if she knew I didn't return it she'd kill me." We were quiet for a minute, listening to the waves lapping against the two boards, side by side. The moon was rising and in the distance we could hear two loons calling each other. "I wonder what those loons are thinking of?" "Probably what we're thinking of?" "What's that?" "Genital to . . . " I started to laugh and then swallowed it. She was so right. "You too, huh?" "I know what you're thinking of. I saw you adjust your suit on the trainer and . . . well, let me ask . . . no, I better not." "What?" "No." And she wouldn't tell me. But later she said, "Damn!" "What's the matter? "My suit came untied." "I won't look." "Do you want to look?' "May I?" "Well, maybe once." She pushed herself off the board and floated onto her back, breasts just arising from the waves that washed over her flat stomach. I was having an oxygen emergency. I pushed away from the board and tried to stroke her breasts but as soon as I did the boards started to drift away and that scared me. I'm not that confident of a swimmer. Still, I did get a good feel. Then the two of us swam quickly to capture our respective boards, and then Molly sat astride her board as she reached behind to tie her halter again. I might have fainted, but then I wouldn't have been able to see them any more. "Couldn't you wait until we get back? I hate to see them covered up again." "Are you sure you can handle your board and . . . you know . . . " "If I can't then we can rethink the matter." "Well, it hardly seems fair. I haven't seen your genitals." St. Chester Ch. 01 "If you're going to get technical, I haven't seen yours either, and you have seen my tits." Molly laughed. "You're quibbling." I thought for a moment. It was almost dark. Certainly, nobody could see us from the shore and my dirty little boy's mind was in acquisition mode, so it didn't take much thought before I started to lower my shorts. Then I had to figure out what to do with them. I finally settled on putting my head through a leg-hole and wearing them like a tie. Molly definitely gave me a thorough looking over with her eyes and then she said, "If we put a sail on it, you could really take off." "I don't know if I could hold it up full time." "You mean, it isn't always like this?" "Hardly." "It has been all day." "That's because of you, you devil." Then she was off on her board while I struggled to go forward. Moments later she came whipping back and turned a tight corner around me, pulled to a stop, mooned me, and then took off again while I followed in her wake, struggling compared to her grace and mastery. Forget about competent, I thought. The two of us stopped short of shore--we could just barely touch bottom--to re-suit and I asked, "Could I steal a kiss?" She swam over to me and gave me the sweetest kiss, tongue just pushing into my mouth. I gave her breast a stroke." "Hey, you said steal a kiss. That's a feel." "You mind?" "No." "Then can I have another?" "Another what?" "Both." And so we kissed and I stroked her breasts until we saw a flashlight moving down the dock. "That must be Mr. Bragg. We better get in. We're already pushing it and he's been so nice, I'd hate to get on his wrong side." It was Mr. Bragg. I was afraid he'd be pissed but he just helped us carry the two boards inside and put them on their racks. "Nice night for sailing," he said. "I don't blame you for wanting to stay out. I guess you can pack the sails and bag them. Molly knows where they go." We each carried one of the bulky bags into the sail room. It was dark. Molly said, "Windsurf sails go in the very back." I was having trouble navigating all the gear on the floor in the dark but I finally staggered into the corner where Molly'd pointed. Just when I was ready to put the sail down, Molly must have stumbled because I felt a sudden push in the back and found myself landing on the stacked sail bags face first. I quickly flipped over so I could get up again and barely saw Molly's hand reaching toward me in the gloom." "Here, let me help you up," she said, and I reached up and took her hand, but instead of pulling myself up, I pulled her down on top of me so I could have another chance to feel her body against mine, out of the water for a change. And let me tell you, it felt fine. "That's nice," she said after a time of playing tongue tag. It sure was. But it wasn't comfortable the way she was laying on top of me. My cock was as erect as can be and it wasn't nestled comfortably in my suit, which was designed for showing it off, if truth were known, more than for allowing for expansion. I rolled over so the two of us were on our sides. This allowed me to adjust my cock and then it allowed me to reach out and stroke Molly's breasts. She must have liked it because she began purring and arching her back to push her tits more firmly into my hands and then she began pulling at the ties in back. But something about the knot was wrong and instead of untying, it pulled into a knot. She had to sit up so I could help her get the knot loose. My fingers were trembling so much, I have no idea how I got it untied. Then we lay back down, side by side, and for the first time, I felt her warm body against mine. It took my breath away. I couldn't help it. I had to roll a leg over her and face her from on top, and then my hips couldn't help themselves from grinding my erect cock into her mound. She must have liked that because she pushed back against me, responding to my rhythm as if we were dancing to the same tune. You know, I'm not sure, but I think after a while she came, because her breath started to come faster and faster and then she shivered and grabbed me so tight I could hardly breathe. "Oh Freddy, Freddy, Freddy," was all she could say. Then she settled down and for a while our passion was muted and I felt some regret that I wasn't going to get off like she had, but I was just so damn happy, I didn't care. I figured I could beat off when I got back to the dorm. Then Molly whispered in my ear. "Do people really do what Sister Anne said? You know, mouth to genital contact?" "Haven't you seen any porno movies?" "Sure, but they're actors, aren't they? Do real people do that?" "I can't speak from experience, but all the letters to Penthouse, all the porno movies, and all the guys talking in the locker room seem to agree. It must be true." I lied again. "Would you mind if I try licking your penis? Just a little? If you don't like it, I'll stop." "If I don't like it?" "Well, you are a Catholic, aren't you?" "What does that have to do with it?" "Yeah, what does it? Well can I?" Instead of answering, I squirmed out of my suit and lay on my back. "I don't know if you can see him in the dark, but my cock is standing straight up. Go for it." She started with her fingers. At first she was so gentle, she must have thought he was fragile." It felt wonderful, but I could hardly stand it. Her touch was too light. I wanted more. More and more and more. I strained to hold my hips high in the air, trying to tell her by my actions to do it harder, but she didn't get the message, so I reached up and put my fingers over hers and pressed. When he's like this, you can't squeeze too hard. He's like a diamond. Cut glass, he can. Oh, yes!" "What's this? Is he a Jedi knight now, Yoda?" "Oh, yes. That's it. The force is right! Do it; do me.," I gasped as I arched my hips. Suddenly she let go. Oh no, I thought, so soon? Is that all? But I didn't say anything. I just reached up to hug her and she hugged me back for a minute, then she pushed me away and I grieved for a brief moment until I felt her hot little tongue flick the tip of my erection with a tentative stroke. "OHHH!" I said. "Like that, eh?" "Ummm." I'll give you one hour to stop that." "It actually tastes good. I didn't think it would." "I don't think human's would propagate if everything about sex wasn't pleasant." "Maybe not," she slurped, her words mixing with my precum as they moved past her tongue and my cock. "How do you like this?" and with that she took the head of my cock all the way into her mouth, so her lips were pressing down on the rim of my helmet. "This is certainly a strange feeling thing," she said, and sat up for a moment to feel the rim of the helmet with her fingers. "It's just like the movies, though. Somehow the whole business never seemed real until now." "I know what you mean," I gasped. She leaned down again and took my cock in her mouth, but now she started to palpitate my balls with her fingers at the same time. "You better get out of the way, if you don't stop that. I'm going to come." "Oh, you don't want to do that, do you?" "Well, it's sort of the object of the whole deal, isn't it?" "Oh, I thought it was to make a baby. Ha ha." "Ha, ha. The last thing I want to do is make a baby." "Yeah, me to. But not to worry. I'm on the pill." "The pill? I thought you were a Catholic." "So's my mom, but she's on the pill, too." "How does that work? I thought it was forbidden." "It is, but everybody cheats. How many people do you know who have fifteen children any more?" "But the priests? Confession"" "Well, here's how it works. You tell your doctor you are having irregular periods with a lot of bleeding and cramps, and they smile and write out a birth control prescription. It's okay if it's for irregular periods, it's not okay if it's for birth control." "Ah, Molly? I'm I getting you right? Are you going to let me have genital to genital contact with you?" "Do you want to?" "Do you have any doubt? What do you think that hard cock is all about, anyway?" "I thought it was to hang your hat on." I slid my hand under the little patch of bathing suit that covered Molly's pussy, half thinking that she'd object and push me away. But she didn't. She opened her legs and arched her sex up into my hand. It was wide open and I could feel her clit sticking out from between her pussy lips. She was certainly physiologically ready for what was coming. I quickly pulled her bottoms off, rolled a leg over and found myself confronting her face to face, breast to breast, genital to genital. Oh my God, I thought, I'm about to get fucked. Halleluiah! Maybe a religious school wasn't such a bad choice. Thank you God. Oh boy. For the shortest time I focused on the feeling of all that flesh on flesh. It felt so fine. I felt so fine. I kissed her hungrily even as I tried to get lined up. She was so wet and slippery her flesh formed a funnel so that just the weight of my desire was enough and I slid in, effortlessly. "Oh God Fred, that is wonderful. Oh Fred, oh my! I'm already coming." Her hips humped up at me and lifted my pelvis off the floor and held me there while she shivered. That was more than I could take and I fought back, my hips suddenly knowing just what to do and they began to fuck her with vigor, in and out, in and out and, of course, that was it. Suddenly I began to cum even as she wrapped her legs around my butt and held me in tight against her womb. I came and came, shivering with delight. "Oh Molly; thank you thank you. I can't tell you what this means to me. Oh it was so good. I can't hardly wait to do it again." "I know, I know. But you can softly wait, can't you?" "I guess I'll have to," I said. Oh, it's so unfair to have found that place and have to leave, no sooner than I arrived. We lay face to face just hugging, and kissing and whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears—until there was a sharp wrapping on the door before it opened a crack and Mr. Bragg shouted in, "Hey you kids better get a hustle on, the buses are loading." I quickly rolled over and started to search for my suit. Molly made her way to the door and flipped the light switch on. "Jesus, Fred. You're still hard!" The light was blinding but so was her beauty, which my sense of satiation had done nothing to dull as far as my appreciation went. "Well, I'm still quite prepared to show you what stamina means. Half way into my suit, hopping up and down to keep my balance while Molly laughed at me, it occurred to me: "How did Mr. Bragg know we were in there?" "Oh, this is where we always come?" "This is where we always come? What . . . who is we?" "Me and Mr. Bragg. Look!" She rooted through the sail bags until she found the right one. "See?" "What? I don't understand." "Here." She pointed out what looked like a Rorschach test. "It looks like a butter fly—or a flower." "It is a flower. A blood red cherry. I sat here just after he took me for the first time. Ha, 'he took me.' I don't think so. I sat here just after I took him is more like it." "Molly, you said you were a virgin too." "Did I? I don't think so." "I'm sure you did." "Well, sometimes I lie. Can you handle that?" "Ah . . . " "Give it a rest, Fred. In fact, instead of worrying about it, help me get into my suit." "I'd rather watch." "Well, if you don't want to help, maybe there will be a time when you want some help, like . . . well . . . you know what I mean." I sure did and I was quick to help her out. As we left the equipment room, Molly said, "Go see if they'll let you change buses. Assuming you want to neck on the ride home." I'd just sat down in Molly's bus when Father Anthony poked his head in the bus door. "Is Molly here?" Oh oh, I thought. They're on to us. But that wasn't it. Molly came to the front of the bus. "Hi, Father. I think we're all here." "You took roll call?" "Of course." "Okay, be off." And with that he exited the bus, the driver put it in gear and we pulled out. When Molly came to the back of the bus, she whispered in my ear, "I think you're going to come to love the beach club as much as I do." My lips were getting sore from kissing Mollie passionately in the back of the bus and we were almost home when I articulated something that had been bothering me. "How does the Priest know you so well? Why are you in charge of the bus? You're just a freshman like the rest of us, aren't you?" "I told you I lie a lot, Fred." "What does that mean?" "I don't know how to break this to you, Fred, but I'm a senior." "Oh my God." "Does that bother you, Fred?" "But but but but . . . " "Am I too old for you?" she said as she ran her hand over my cock. "Were you just playing with me, then? I thought I was falling in love." "There's a difference between love and lust, Fred." "I know that. It's just that. Shit, I can't believe this. I must be like a little boy toy to you." "No, it's not like that Fred. Really. I didn't have any idea of messing with your mind, but when I saw your beautiful hard-on showing through your suit while you were on the practice board, I kind of fell for you, Fred. Really! I've got a thing for hard cocks." "The trouble with lying is that you never know when . . . when . . . " "Someone is crying wolf, Fred." "Well . . . yes, something like that." "If you don't believe me, why not believe my pussy. Believe me, it doesn't get wet for every guy who comes along." "Why me." "Come on Fred. Consider it an honor. They're a lot of guys who'd give anything . . . Boy that sure sounds conceited, doesn't it. Look, Fred. I'm sorry. I never thought you'd take it this way." "Ah heck. It's I who should apologize. I'm acting like a self-indulgent . . ." "No, don't you go do that now, Fred. Look, let's cool it for a while." I put my arm around her. "I'd rather not cool it down all at once. That could be unhealthy." Later, after some smooching, with me trying to get a hand in her halter and Molly trying to keep what we were doing at least semi-private, I whispered, "Molly?" "Hmm?" "Are there any other surprises I should be getting ready for?" "Just one, I think." "And?" "Well, I'm the floor representative for 1st Newman." "Oh, man. If we keep seeing each other, everybody's going to think your committing statutory rape." "Aren't you 18, Fred?" "Yes." "Then I don't see the problem. But if it's a problem for you, I'll understand." It made me feel good that she sounded sad about that and I had a minute of panic thinking that I was about to talk myself out of the best source of pussy I ever imagined. No, I thought, not just pussy. She really was a wonderful girl. I'd just have to be careful she didn't . . . what? Take advantage of me? Hardly. Actually, I desperately wanted her to take advantage of me hardly and make me soft again. Yes, I was hard again and so my dirty little boy's mind was having to think on two planes again. 1) how to get serviced again before the evening was over, and 2) how to keep my head above water with this mysterious sea nymph. Meanwhile I was quick to communicate some body language to her so she wouldn't think I thought she was a problem to me. St. Chester Ch. 02 This chapter continues the saga of Fred Fringle at St. Chester. None of the characters are under 18. In fact, they don’t even have a corporal existence. Some times I envy them. Just think, lots of sex and no taxes. After returning from the orientation picnic at the St Chester beach club (Chapter I) I had trouble getting to sleep. I gave some thought to beating off, but I didn’t want to do anything to take away from my memory of the evening, so I just sort of played with myself for a while, dreaming about what had been and then I was just when I was dropping off, when my phone rang. “Hello.” “Fred? “Molly!” I did ‘t have any trouble recognizing her voice. “Would you like to come over?” “Isn’t the dorm off limits now?” “There are some rewards for being floor rep. Besides, those rules only count if you’re caught. Everybody does it. You just don’t want to make a lot of baritone noise and alert the Dorm mother. It’s after 10:00 so she’s three sheets to the wind anyway. So get over here. Or don’t you want to?” “You don’t have to ask. Where do I find you?” “I’ll be at the door.” At the porch, I took a good look up and down, making sure nobody was looking. Then I walked up the steps and there she was, standing in the doorway. “Quick, now. Come in and be quiet.” I followed her down the hall a short way to her room. Inside the room, she said, “You can talk now, but no yelling—not that it really matters, but no point in making trouble where there is none.” I grabbed her shoulders and gave her a giant hug and kiss. “Whoa, boy. You are ready, aren’t you?” That meant she could feel my cock pushing against her tummy.” “I sure am. I’ve been in a state of constant arousal ever since we got on the bus.” “Poor boy, we’re just going to have to do something about that, aren’t we.” Even as she spoke clothes were flying in the air and then we were hugging each other without anything between us but pubic hair and eight inches of cock. She kneeled in front of me and took that cock into her mouth. “I love the smooth feeling of the bulb on the end of your cock against the roof of my mouth.” “And I love the feeling of your . . . Ah . . . tongue twisting around me. Oh God, Molly. That takes my breath away.” “Yeah, I noticed. Come on, this is where a bed is really nice. Sorry it’s so small.” “Hey, how big does it have to be?” Side by side our hands took on a life of their own as they explored hungrily. “After a while Molly sat up. “This is actually the first time I’ve seen a cock in the light,” she said. “Is this another of your stories?” “No, honest. I just lost my cherry this summer. I’ll have to tell you about it some time. It just happened. I mean there was no thought of it. Just a sudden overwhelming need.” “Let’s not get side-tracked now.” “God, he is so fine. The head is like silk.” Suddenly she jumped up and went over to her dresser, her fanny cheeks flexing in a way that took my breath away. I bounded up and ran my palms over them from behind as she reached into a drawer and got out a silk camisole. “Like this,” she said turning to rub my glans penis with it. My hips bucked as if I’d been riding a bronco and the head of my cock bounced like a tennis ball. “Get’s to you, does it?” she said. “Oh, Molly. Oh stop. I can’t take it.” She backed off, started to trail the silken garment up and down my stomach and over my chest. My nipples and I shivered with pleasure. But I was concerned. I didn’t know how many times I could come in an evening and I sure didn’t want to waste one of them in foreplay when it could be from fucking. “I’d sure like to see you in your camisole.” “You don’t like to see my body naked?” “Come on, you know better than that. Here let me help you.” I draped the garment over her head and she wiggled into it. “You like it?” “Look in the mirror,” I said. She studied herself in the mirror on her dresser. “I do look hot, don’t I? Ha ha. Don’t take me seriously.” My fingers were all over her, feeling the wonderful interplay of skin and silk—our skin, the skin of each of our two naked bodies and the silken garment. Standing in front of the full-length mirror, Molly looked up at me, “I always dreamed of having a man see me in this garment. I hoped it would be like this. Want to know a secret?” “What?” “I like to wear this when I get myself off. I rub myself just like you’re doing it now. Now, I’ll always be able to remember this and make it more real.” “I hope you won’t have to remember. After all, I’m just across the quad.” “You don’t want me to play with myself, anymore?” “I guess it’s all right if it doesn’t take away from us being together.” “Boy, you sure come on strong.” “Look at me,” I pointed down. That’s strong. I’ve been thinking about this. Yes, I’m coming on strong, but you make me do it..” I pointed at my cock, grabbed it and held it out to her. “See what you do to me.” Molly reached down and squeezed the blood out of the bulb of my rigid cock. Then she let go and the blood rushed back in and my cock swelled even bigger. Precum was dripping down to the floor in long strings. “Like now?” she whispered, her hot breath whistling as it blew in my ear hole. “Like now.” Later, after a wrinkle in time that I can’t account for, I whispered in her ear, “So you get it off in this nightie, eh? I’d sure like to see that.” Molly sat down on the side of the bed and lay back, legs spread. First, she started to stroke her breasts and when the nipples got hard, she squeezed them in her fingers. This somehow made her legs begin to jerk and her hands quickly dropped down to her pussy. She pulled the hem of the camisole up and pulled the lips of her vagina apart. Reaching into her cunt, she wet her fingers. I looked closely at the Little curds, so like cottage cheese, that floated on top of the creamy white nectar that was flowing from her pussy’s inside, then I almost gasped as she spread it on her clitoris, which was extruded from between her pussy’s lips. “Oh, this feels so good.” “As good as me?” “I don’t know. I forget.” I got on my knees in front of her, leaned in, and started to lick her clit.” “Oh, that’s too much,” she squealed, squeezing her knees together so I could hardly breathe. Then she opened her legs again and started to hump my tongue with her pussy. “Leave the clit alone for a minute.” “I pushed my tongue into her vagina as far as I could; then I licked the full length of her vulva a couple of times.” “Suck me,” she suddenly said. I hurried to suck her clitoris into my mouth and when I did she started to come and I mean she started to really come, closing her legs on my head and trying to twist it off like a bottle cap. My head was swimming as the sensations of her warmth and the odor of her pussy juice overwhelmed me. I, me, my cock, everything felt like it was going to burst. I pulled my head away and positioned my cock in the entrance of her pussy. “Can I come in?” “Remember how Sister Anne said my body is my soul’s house? Well come on in and stay a while. Mi casa tu casa.” With that I slid in and in and in, and didn’t stop sliding until I reached the end of the universe. My mind was in a new realm; one filled with jeopardy: On the one hand the promised land, and on the other hand the danger of coming too soon--having it come to an end before we hardly got started. That’s just a convoluted way of saying I didn’t want to come too soon but I was already on the verge. To forestall premature ejaculation I held still, my cock fully in her, and waited for the tide to recede. Her cunt made it hard. It went twitch twitch twitch as it tested my resolve to hold out against the current, but I concentrated on holding my fire and gradually cooled off. Shifting my hips a little I started to press the flared root of my cock into the soft tissue above her vagina without pushing my penis in and out, which would have made me come without a doubt. Even that felt so exquisite I had to concentrate all the more on not coming. Pulling myself up to where we could kiss I spent what seemed like a long time kissing her face and chewing her nipples and licking her face, while she stared up at me with unfocused eyes. After a while I trusted myself to start the classic in and out that pumps the world around its orbit and somewhere along the line I got my second wind and found myself to able to fuck her for real. This broke her out of her daze and she started to work against me with abandon, moaning with each movement. The rhythm of in and out began to accelerate and our motion became feverish. Her heels tried unsuccessfully to find a purchase on the floor so she could thrust against me and when that didn’t work, she kicked them up around my butt where she got enough of a purchase to take control away from me. I could have come at this point without any effort at all, but I resolved to let her enjoy her control over me. I promised myself I’d last until she got off again. It was neat fucking with the room lights on; I could see—we could see, as well as feel, what was going on, so I saw the flush of red begin in her chest and spread up to her face and into the roots of her hair, which announced her impending orgasm. “You’re turning red. I suppose I am too.” “Not particularly,” she gasped. Then, suddenly she started to kick the back of my legs with her heels, going kick, kick, kick as she went into violent gyrations. I could feel my spawn beginning the trip to the sea and I did everything I could to hold it back, but the way her pussy was squeezing and milking my cock made it impossible to hold back. But just trying to hold back had the effect of prolonging the journey while my seed fought to get free and the more I strained, the more my cock burned with the wonderful feeling that coming brings—a feeling I’d always thought I knew well, but now realized I’d only begun to know. “Oh, I’m coming! I’m coming.” I kissed and squeezed Molly for all my life and she hugged me back. How strong the body’s sinew is to be able to stand such stress without tearing. As I fought to hold my seed, Molly made it more and more difficult by squeezing my cock with her cunt in a grasp that a fist would have envied, but when my sperm finally came spilling out, she opened her legs and relaxed her vagina muscles, welcoming my seed in, sucking it from me, along with all my energy. I died in her arms and didn’t come to life until she suddenly coughed, which pushed my soft cock out like squeezing a watermelon seed between your fingers. For the longest time we didn’t have a thing to say to each other. Then she sort of pushed me off of her. “Sorry; you’re getting heavy.” “That’s okay.” I lay beside her. “I want to say I love you, but I don’t want to insult you, making you think I would say anything just to get into you. “But it sure feels like love.” “Me too; I know what you mean.” “So, what do I say? I lust you? That’s probably the truth, but people like Sister Anne don’t know how much like love lust can be.” “Shush. Just let it be. I know how you feel.” “Okay, let me put it another way.” I got on my knees on the bed and started to kiss her face all over, stopping now and then to nuzzle her nose and licking between her lips from time to time, trying to not be lustful but loving. She was enjoying it. I could tell. I had seen lots of pussies in magazines and videos, but seeing Molly’s in the flesh wasn’t the same. I am always amazed to see that cunts are as unique in feature as faces and Molly’s was beautiful, the more so for being wide open and dripping my semen. After a while I turned around so my head was even with her pussy and my knees were even with her face. I pulled one of her knees up so I could see her sex. There was a stream of my semen flowing down like butterscotch on ice cream and her vagina was still open, so if I’d had a flashlight I’d have been able to see her cervix. “It looks different, now,” I said. “Oh?” “Your clit looks like the pictures in the magazines now. Earlier it just looked like . . . I don’t know what . . . not like this.” I carefully touched the little pearl of her clitoris. “This wasn’t visible at all earlier.” “What?” I flipped it again. “Oh!” “Like that?” “Um.” I leaned in and gave it a flick with my tongue. “Oh!” I did it again. “Oh!” She reached down and pushed my head so my nose was buried in her vagina and shivered. “I don’t believe it. I’m getting hard again.” Molly rolled over and started to play with my cock while she held her legs open so my face remained in her vulva. It should have been disgusting. But it wasn’t. It was sweet. There I was with my nose buried in my semen, which was still flowing from her sex where I’d just deposited it, but my little head has fewer scruples than the big one and it was in charge again. “Oh Molly, that feels so good,” I said as she slowly licked the full length of my cock. “When I make long strokes like that, I like to massage my balls lightly at the same time. Ah, yes, like that. Oh my God, Molly, what you do to me.” Meanwhile, her legs were splayed as wide as she could hold them and I was trying to mirror her every move with the analogous part of her sex. “I never noticed how much a girl’s, a woman’s sex is a man’s, inside out. If I put my penis against your clitoris, my balls fit right into your pussy.” “Let’s fuck some more, Fred, if you can, that is.” “Oh, I can. I rolled her over. This time I knelt between her legs with my knees right up against her but and pulled her legs up so I could enter her without lying on top of her. When I leaned forward the penetration was awesome. Then I backed off a little and fucked her for a while with just my cock and her pussy in contact except where I held her legs. I was especially thrilled to have the rim of my glans penis boink in and out like a watermelon seed, just enough to pass all the way in and all the way out. She allowed me the control this position gave me and I used my control to enforce a slow pace. Glide in, ever so slowly, linger a while, glide out slowly. Swive the glide. Glide the swive. Once and a while I’d pull all the way out and slide my glans penis up and down her vulva, and when I noticed how the head of my penis drove her clitoris wild, I put the tip of my cock right against it and started to fuck the little nub with the underside of my glans so that my clitoris was against hers in a manner of speaking—that is, the little ‘v’ in the bottom of my glans against the little ‘v’ of the pearl shaped core of her clitoris. This drove both of us wild and my cock swelled up so much I was afraid I was going to come again already, but the earlier orgasms made me able to endure even this, though it felt for all the world like I was about to come. Man that was sweet; like having an orgasm continue on and on and on. “The everready penis; it goes on and on!” “You have every right to brag.” It must have been something like that for Molly too, because when she started to come, I was able to keep her coming for the longest time. One of the things I discovered was that I could pull all the way out and then with a wetted finger push the moist inner lips of her vagina against the soft head of my cock so I could feel the ridge of my fireman’s helmet under the softness of her pussy. It seemed like her pussy was wired directly to her heels because every time I plucked her pussy this way, her heels kicked my ribs before lifting her ass up off the bed, pushing my cock back into her cunt. Oh it felt like nothing else in the world. Then something happened that I’ve never heard of. I had an orgasm that really tore me up, but I didn’t ejaculate. I just twitched and burned (if that’s the word) and went through the great rush and all the lightheaded faint feelings associated with coming, but without pumping my spew into her pussy. I collapsed against her and lay upon her willing body, cock pushed into her cunt as far as it would reach. And my cock didn’t get soft. In fact once I caught my breath, it was anxious to get with it again. I rolled off of Molly and onto my back. “Get on top, Molly. Get on top.” “Can you do that?” she asked. “Sure. Just put one knee on each side of my hips.” She did and I grabbed her hips and guided her cunt to my cock, which I guided into her without the use of my hands. The design of the human body is definitely fucking friendly—engineered for penile-vaginal access. Yes, her legs and atrium funneled my hot, red, hard cock back into the lists. And so I discovered the wonderful thing about ‘lady on top’: gravity works with instead of against. All Molly had to do was relax and I penetrated to the fullest extent possible. When she came down and I was all the way in, I learned to use my hands on her hips to grind her clitoris against the base of my cock where is gets wider just before disappearing into my pubic hair and her pussy. It didn’t take much of that before I was ready to have another orgasm. Not trusting myself not to ejaculate again, I pulled most of the way out, pushing Molly’s hips away from me. I never stopped to think that she might object to the way I was using my hands on her hips to control her. But I discovered that my bending a little at the waist, I could keep the bulb of my glans in her atrium and drive her clitoris crazy with direct pressure of the softest, best kind. She started to come and when she did, I straightened my hips out again and thrust all the way into her; I started to grind the base of my cock against her clit again. Her orgasm became even more violent and, then, not satisfied with perfection, I pulled out to drive her even higher and wilder with the glans against clitoris trick, and then thrust in again to the hilt. Then I learned that I just thought I was controlling her with my hands. She suddenly took control for real and I honestly feared she was going to tear my cock out by the roots. She clamped down on my happy muscle, the one which was pricking her, and whipped her hips back and forth until she found my trigger and then we were both out of control, flailing our bodies against each other. I honestly think we lost consciousness for a while. At least, the next thing I remember is coming to and wondering how long I’d been comatose. “You know, Molly. I think I understand now why every generation thinks it invented sex. Surely nobody else ever had an orgasm like that.” “Don’t you mean orgasms?” “I’m not sure if it’s multiple orgasms or one big continuous orgasm.” “I don’t guess it matters.” “Not as long as I can keep it up. Actually, I think I had several orgasms, but just one ejaculation.” “Well, I’m glad you have a way to clarify it for yourself, but I don’t know what happened to me. I just hope it happens again before I die.” “Oh, I hope it happens sooner than that.” “Like tomorrow morning, lover?” I’m glad Molly is an organized kind of individual. After all that, I never would have had the mental acuity to set the alarm so I could leave before people were up and about in the dorm. If it had been up to me, I would have had to spend the day in her closet until dark. As it was, I only got an hour and a half of sleep before it was time to vamoose. “Till next time, Molly. Bye. Love ya.” St. Chester Ch. 03 Chapter III has a slim basis in fact. None of the characters are based on real people, but I was once at a small Catholic where the coeds felt perfectly well justified in fucking like rabbits as long as they got ripped on booze first so that they could claim that they were not in their right minds. “It wasn’t my fault. I was drunk and got carried away. I hardly remember a thing.” I wish things had been that simple when I was growing up. None of the characters in this fantasy are real or under the age of 18. The use of date rape drugs is a sure sign of corrupt character and a bankrupt personality. The use of alcohol to the same end is little better. Real men don’t have to trick their way into a girls panties. The Pit is just what it sounds like. A grimy place with so little light that ridiculously poor IDs are sometimes adequate to get young St Chester Students admitted. In fact, it is such a gloomy place that without the traffic from St Chester, it is doubtful they could have stayed in business. Even so, they have to make some attempt to check ID’s at the door, so I was surprised see Darby Denrose playing pool in the back room. She doesn’t look a day over fifteen. It’s not like I hang out there; I have an excellent ID, (my brother’s drivers license from before he shipped to Guam with the Navy). The picture even looks like me. But that’s an aside. I don’t hang out there because I spend most evenings shacked up with Molly. If that’s hard for you to believe then maybe you don’t remember adolescence when your sap was really flowing. Actually, we don’t spend all our time screwing or even making out. Molly is determined to get into medical school so she has to hit the books; It’s like she says, it won’t do her any good to get good grades if she bombs out on the GRE’s. I guess that’s good for me, too, because she stays on my case to keep up my grades, reminding me that I have to get good grades if I want to transfer to U. H. where she wants to study, so she can keep up her windsurfing skills. The evening in question, she was hard at work on her senior thesis (she was trying for a double major) and I kept getting under foot (actually, I was trying to get under her t-shirt), so she kicked me out of the room and down to the Pit where I was sitting in the corner of the back room, watching the pool action waiting for a turn but it was slow going and my quarter was just sitting there on the pool table waiting for four more games to end. Darsy was playing pool with three guys, and that game was going slow because the kids there (looked to be all freshmen) were ripped up—more drunk than beer should have made them. I heard a squeek and looked over to see the doorway to the alley open and three kids squirt in. That’s funny, I thought, I thought the door was supposed to be alarmed. That’s what the sign on the door said. I went over to look and saw that somebody had jiggered the trigger. That explained a lot. Somebody leaned over my shoulder, “Don’t say anything!” I looked up at him. “Ya dig?” he added. “Sure. It’s cool with me.” “Ya want a joint? It’s AOK stuff?” “Naw, thanks. I’m fine. I buy mine by the ounce.” “I wasn’t offering to sell it. I just thought you might like to get high.” “I’m floating pretty good on brew, thanks.” “Well, how about a shot of vodka to go with the beer.” “Sure. Thanks.” He took a flask out of his loose pockets and gave me a good splash. Later I noticed him making several trips in and out the jiggered door. Refilling his flask or doing business? I’m not sure. I also noticed that every time Darcy’s beer got topped off, he was there to add a splash of Russian misery to it. Doesn’t he see she’s out of it? I wondered. Later she went to the bathroom and I thought I heard the ugly sound of vomiting and when she finally came out, leaning on a friend, I could see she’d just had her face scrubbed. “That’s way better,” she said to nobody in particular. I went over to talk to her, feeling a little bit of an obligation because she’s on Molly’s floor. “Hey Darcy, don’t you think that’s enough for tonight?” “No way. I’m going to get ripped tonight.” “What’s the occasion?” “I flunked my Freshman English course.” “Hey, it’s just midterm.” “Maybe, but there’s no way I can average out a zero.” “Oh. Well making an ass of yourself in public isn’t going to help.” “Fuck you,” she said and gave me a slap in the face that everybody in the pool room could hear. “Hey, what’s going on?” Someone said. “He bothering you?” “Naw, he just think’s he’s my father or something. It’s cool.” The guys she’d been playing with seemed to own the table and next game she was back to playing although she could hardly stand. The next time she refilled her glass with beer and vodka, I thought I saw the guy add something else to the drink, but I couldn’t be sure. I decided to keep a closer watch because there was a lot of talk on campus about date rape pills. Before long I saw Darcy leave by the side door and I figured everything must be okay but I started to worry when I noticed the same guy who offered me the joint passing around selling tickets off a roll, followed by a steady stream of smirking guys leaving through the alley door and reappearing after a short while. Curiousity aroused I made my own way into the dark alley and what I found was a travel van with large side windows surrounded by guys, all holding schooners of beer in their hands. I moved into the mob trying to make out what had them so interested and what I finally saw made me sick to my stomach. Darcy was splayed out like a fish, flat on her back on a raised bed in the back of the van and guys were fucking her motionless body at every oriface. I saw red. I tore myself away from the mob and hurried back into the bar where I grabbed a pool cue. I had just turned to move back outside when two guys, one of them the pot seller, grabbed my by the arms and spun me around. “Let it rest,” one said. “No fucking way. I menaced him with the cue and he snuck a fist under my guard and bent me over with a blow to the groin. This was followed by a couple blows to the head which knocked me to the ground. One guy ground his heel into my hand and said,“Leave it alone. There’s no way you’re going to overcome us.” I lay there while stars spun dizzily in my head trying to shrug the dizziness off. Then, with the two guys watching, I left the pool room and went out of their sight, down the hall to the pay phone on the wall. I dialed 911 and told them there was a fight in the alleyway and hung up. Then I went back to the poolroom, through it, and out the door. “The cops are coming! The cops are coming!” I yelled. The guy with the dope was standing by the door of the van. When he heard me his head whipped around. He saw me and started to move toward me. I held the pool cue like a baseball bat and growled, “You won’t sucker punch me again.” In the night air, I heard the first distant sound of sirens. “You better make your get away before it’s too late. Leave the girl here or I’ll give them your license number. He looked into the van, yelled out curt instructions, and immediately Darcy was thrown out on the ground along with her clothes and then the van squealed out. I picked her up in a fireman’s carry. She was a load. Completely unable to help her self, it was all I could do to drape her over my shoulder and scramble down the alley and into the back streets between town and campus. As soon as I found an open carport, I took time to try to get some clothes onto her, but it was a losing struggle and I had to settle for her underpants and t-shirt. The rest were AWOL. Then I carried her the remaining five blocks to her dorm. The worst thing was when she vomited again—right down my back. Finally,I deposited her in a clump of bushes before sneaking over to Molly’s first floor window. I rapped on the window. I hadn’t stopped to think what I must look like. Molly looked up. She looked pissed. “Go away!” “Help me, Molly.” She couldn’t hear me, but I could see her expression change from one of anger to one of concern. I signaled her with my hands, pointing toward the doors. When she left the room, I hurried to meet her. She came rushing out the door. ‘How dare you come to my room looking like that. What in the hell have you been doing. I thought I knew you,” “It’s not like that,” I tried to say, trying unsuccessfully to get a word in edgewise.” She just kept on yelling at me. Finally I grabbed her by the arms and shook her and that just drove her wilder and she started to hit me. “Molly, shut up, I need help!” From up stairs somebody yelled out the window, “What’s going on out there?” That got her attention. “See what you’ve done now,” she said. Then she yelled, “It’s okay. Just a drunk freshman.” “Molly, listen.” She gathered herself. “Okay, but this better be good.” “Look we can work this out later, but now I need your help. Come with me,” I said as I grabbed her hand and pulled her down the stairs and over to the bushes. Darcy lay there curled up in a fetal position, hands between her legs. She looked like just what she was—the victim of a gangbang, half naked and covered with cum. “What . . . “ Molly started to say, but then she didn’t know how to finish the sentence and was left speechless.” “I just broke up a gang bang at the Pit, but I didn’t get there soon enough. She’s drunk as a skunk and I think they put a date rape drug in her beer.” Now Molly showed her metal. “Jesus Fucking Christ. Okay, let’s go. Help me, Fred,” she said as she bent over and tried to pull Darcy to her feet. “That’s no use. I’ll carry her,” I said. “I carried her here. You just go ahead and make sure the coast is clear.” “You stay here. I’ll be right back.” Molly hurried off and returned shortly carrying a bathrobe which I helped her put over Darcy’s sticky body. “The coast is clear. Hurry!” Molly said. I staggered down the hall to Molly’s room. I was about to lower her onto the bed when Molly said, “Put her in the shower.” The rest of the girls showered in a communal bathroom down the hall, but floor rep’s had a private bathroom as a perquisite of their job. Putting her down in the shower was easier said than done since I couldn’t stand in the small stall and bend over at the same time. It took the two of us and a lot of bumping together before she was a puddle in the bottom of the shower, lying under the stream of hot water that beat down on her. “What did they do to her?” It was a long story, and since I’ve already related it, I won’t do so again. When I got to the part of the two guys beating on me, Molly looked at me closely for the first time. Then she wet down a washrag and began to mop me up. I hadn’t been much aware of how bloody I was. At one point she pushed me off balance accidentally and I reached out to catch myself against the wall. Pain stabbed up my arm from my hand, which I had forgotten completely about. It was black and blue under the blood. “You need to get to the infirmary and have them look at your hand.” I flexed my fingers. They all moved even though it was painful. “It’s okay, I said. I can bend all of the fingers.” “Damn, we’re never going to get Darcy cleaned up like this.” Molly immediately stripped down to her skin, got into the shower, looming above Darcy and tried to pull her upright. It didn’t work. “Help me out, Fred, will you?” I stripped off my bloody clothing and helped Molly pull Darcy up but that was little improvement. She tottered and it was only by grabbing her to me in a bear hug that I kept her from falling to the floor. So there I was standing in the door to the shower, mostly in the bathroom, and there was Molly against the shower wall with Darcy in between us. Not a stitch of clothing between us. “Hold on,” Molly yelled over the roar of the shower. “I’ll scrub her back.” Later, Molly helped me turn her around so she could wash her front. In the process she couldn’t help see my cock’s arousal. Yeah, I know, my cock shouldn’t have been aroused by this decidedly un-sexy scene, but all that naked skin and, well, you know, the little head’s brain isn’t coupled to the big one, is coupled to wet naked skin. “Look, I can’t help what my cock does. But don’t worry, I haven’t got any designs on Darcy.” “You better not be getting it up for me, either. It looks like Darcy’s going to keep me occupied all night.” “What do you mean?” “This isn’t the first time. I know what to do. Yeah, I could take her to the infirmary, but that would make it official.” “Maybe we should make it official.” “Is that why you lugged her out instead of waiting for the cops?” “No, I just didn’t want to lose my ID. God it would be awful for my brother if they caught me with it.” “Well, think what it would be like for Darcy if people knew about her being in a gang bang. Honestly, you guys.” “Us guys? Come on Molly, I wasn’t involved in that.” “Yeah, just like you weren’t involved in getting a hard-on from holding her in the shower.” “What do you want from me, Molly? I can leave if you’re really mad.” “No, Fred. I’m sorry. It isn’t your fault. In fact, you’re kind of a hero. I just get so sick at this kind of thing. Believe it or not, it happens at least once a quarter.” “That’s sick.’ “I’m glad you realize it.” By the time Molly was satisfied that we’d washed Darcy off well enough, she was starting to show signs of consciousness and was actually able to help us support herself on her feet. “Thank god. We’ll be able to walk her sober.” And that’s what we did. Each of us took an arm over our shoulders and walked her around and around Molly’s room until she became conscious enough to talk to us. When we explained how she happened to walking between the two of us, without any of us wearing a stitch of clothing, Darcy wanted to die. She couldn’t believe it. I started to give her a bad time about getting drunk enough to be taken advantage, but Molly jumped me on that and I experienced a change of mind. Darcy started to cry, “All I wanted to do was make love with somebody. Now I’ll never get to.” “Oh, come on, Darcy. This will pass. There’s no reason this should ruin your life” Molly was very supportive. “Whenever I think about being naked with a guy, I’ll remember tonight. Whenever I think I might like a guy, I’ll think of those guys.” “Darcy, do you even remember those guys? I thought you were way out of it.” “I don’t remember much, but I remember too much.” “You have to understand—not all guys are like that. Where would you be if Fred hadn’t called 911 and then carried you home so you wouldn’t be part of the police blotter?” “Fred?” “Don’t you know Fred,” Molly pointed at me with her chin. Darcy seemed to notice me for the first time. “Why is he naked? Why am I naked? Why are you naked?” Molly explained. The more she explained that harder Darcy cried. “Oh nobody will ever want me again.” Molly got mad. “Dammit, Darcy. That’s not true. Nobody needs to know and even if they did, they wouldn’t blame you.” “I’ll know. Oh, nobody will ever want me. I might as well go into a convent.” “Darcy, that just plain isn’t true. Why even having seen the worst of it, Fred got excited in the shower with you.” “He did?” “He sure did. His cock was sticking up like anything.” Darcy looked at me. In truth my cock was half hard at the time. “See,” Molly said, giving my cock a slap. He’s getting off on you at this very minute.” But Darcy wasn’t to be consoled that easily. “I want to go home.” “You want your parents to know about this? I’ll call them.” “No, don’t do that. I want to go to my room.” “Normally, I’d l’d say go, but I think we should keep a watch on you for a while longer. Those date rape drugs are dangerous.” Darcy still wasn’t rational so all Molly’s reassurances had momentary effect, only, and were immediately followed by more moaning, groaning and hand wringing. If it had only been horror at what happened, that would have been one thing, but what was so alarming was her certainty that she was unlovable. When the night was half passed, Molly took me into the bathroom for a confabulation “Fred, do you think you could come on to Darcy a little bit? She needs some kind of reassurance.” “Molly!” “No really. I think it would be a good thing.” “Oh honey. I don’t think I could get it up for her for real. Not after tonight.” “That’s exactly why you have to do it.” “I have to do it?” “It’s like the Chinese say; if you save somebody’s life, then you are responsible for them forever.” “You really believe that?” “Not totally, but sort of.” “Even if that’s true, I can’t control my cock. You know that.” “Well, your cock didn’t seem to have any reservations earlier.” “But that wasn’t for real.” “Are you sure?” I had to think. “I don’t know. I’ll be the first to admit that my cock has a will of it’s own. But I don’t think it will work.” “This could be the most important thing in her life, Fred. You really should try.” “But think how devastating it would be for her if it didn’t work.” “You have a point, but I think I see a way out. Will you at least try if I lead the way?” “You know I’d do anything for you, Molly.” “Be careful what you promise.” “Oh, I’m being very careful.” Back in the room: “Darcy, we’ve got to get some sleep. I have a mid-term tomorrow. I hope you don’t mind if Fred and I make up the bed. We’ll put the mattress and box springs side by side on the floor. Freddy, come here and give me a hand.” It only took a minute and we had the equivalent of a King-sized bed. My toothbrush was already in the bathroom so we were able to get ready for bed in a hurry, Molly in her camisole and I in my jockey shorts. Molly gave Darcy a knee length t-shirt and the three of us bedded down together. No sooner had my head hit the bed than I felt Molly’s hand reach into my shorts. I rolled over to face her and she winked. My cock’s response was almost immediate. Molly started to run her fingers over my chest and stomach and I gave an involuntary groan. “Darcy, I hope you will promise to keep our little secret. I mean, we won’t tell what happened to you tonight, but you better not tell what we’re doing tonight, either. Okay.” Darcy turned to face Molly and said, “Don’t worry. I owe you guys so much.” She couldn’t help see my fingers rubbing Molly’s breasts through the silk camisole, something, which as you know, drives both of us wild. Molly groaned and said, “Whatever happens, Darcy, you don’t want to turn your back on the enjoyment a good roll in the hay can bring. Right Fred.” “Ummmmm.” Molly sat up and pulled her camisole off. “Fred really likes to look at my tits,” she said. Darcy’s eyes were as big a Frisbees. “He has the nicest cock I’ve ever seen,” she added, pulling it out of the fly of my shorts and leaning over to kiss it. “Don’t you think it’s pretty, Darcy.” “I don’t know,” Darcy whispered, I can hardly see it.” Molly pulled my shorts off as I lifted my butt up to help. “Look how his erection pulls all the skin of his balls up tight so they look like one ball instead of two. When that happens, I know he’s interested in me, for real. “It’s too bad those guys didn’t know how to do this the right way. I hope they haven’t really ruined it for you. I’d sure hate to miss the feeling of the silky cock skin when I stroke it to make it hard. Would you like to see what it feels like?” Darcy reached over and ran her hand over my cock. Her hand was cold and my cock jumped. “Oh,” Darcy exclaimed. “He didn’t like it.” “Your hand is cold Darcy. That’s a no no.” “Oh, I’m sorry.” “Don’t worry Darcy. That happens to me all the time. Just put your hands between your legs to warm them up. Go ahead, you want to see what it really feels like to stroke an erect dick, don’t you. While you’re at it, give yourself a little warm-up, know what I mean.” Darcy followed her suggestion while Molly and I traded strokes. Both of us were amazingly turned on by this. Before long, Darcy was too. We could tell because she started lifting her pussy up into the air the way a female cat presents her sex to a tom, suggestively. St. Chester Ch. 03 “Look at the way a real man treats a pussy, Darcy,” Molly said. Molly spread her legs and I petted her exterior lips with the flat of my hand. Molly presented her pussy up the same way Darcy had. “Harder, Fred, harder.” Then I dragged my middle finger through the slough of delight, finding ample moisture there to smooth the way.” “I’m so wet,” Molly said. “Are you wet yet, Darcy?” “Darcy was already flipping her clit back and forth with a finger.” “I can see you have lots of practice with that, girl.” Molly said. “Would you like to see what it feels like when Fred does it? I promise it won’t compare with your finger, but you won’t want to go back to doing yourself. Oh, maybe you don’t want to. I’m sorry. I get carried away. My man is so sexy.” “Oh no, Molly. I want it. Please Fred, do it to me.” I didn’t hesitate. I started with Darcy just as if she hadn’t warmed herself up, stroking the exterior, just barely brushing against the fine hairs that stood out from her shiny lips. I didn’t move on until she grabbed my hand to pull me inside her vulva. Oh, I’m still tender and a little dry,” she said. “Fred knows how to take care of that. “ “She may not be able to enjoy this after what happened tonight.” I said. “Oh no, don’t stop.” So I lay between Darcy’s legs and started to gently lick up and down the love canal. She obviously loved it. Meanwhile, Molly found away to wiggle into position to suck my cock. “He tastes especially good tonight. Would you like a sample, Darcy?” She did. She agreed. While Darcy licked and sucked me Molly gave her pussy a close inspection, pulling the wings apart and peering within. “I don’t see any damage. You want to see what really making love is like, don’t you Darcy?” “Oh, I do, I do.” “Come on Fred. See what her pussy feels like. See if it’s as smooth as mine.” “You don’t mind, Molly?” “Go for it Fred.” “I don’t want to get messed up with you, Molly,” I said. “I’d hate to come between you,” Darcy said. “It’s okay. Anyway, I’ll be between you too. You’re not going to get it all.” With that she helped guide my cock into Darcy’s vagina, which was spread wide, and exceedingly moist and slippery. Darcy, it turns out, has a hair trigger and my entry pulled it. She went into such a frenzy, it was all I could do to remain mounted. I was on top, but she was in control, until she finished going where she had to go. I don’t know why I didn’t come; it must have been because Molly and I were fucking twice or three times a night. Anyway, when Darcy slowed down I started to really enjoy just sliding in and out of her superlatively well-lubricated cunt. Meanwhile, so as to not be bored, Molly was helping by pattering her fingers on my cock where it pierced the tight membrane at the entrance to Darcy’s pussy—with one hand that is. With the other she stroked my balls, which was the final straw. “Are you on birth control pills, Darcy?” “No.” “Shit,” I said as I pulled out and spewed all over her stomach. Lying between the two of them, replete, I said, “Molly, did you hear what she said about birth control.” “Yes.” “Well, that’s a problem, isn’t it.” “When was your last period, Darcy?” “About two weeks ago.” “Shit, you couldn’t be more fertile.” “Do you know how to make a morning after pill, Molly?” I asked. “What’s that?” “Well, if you take three birth control pills within 72 hours of intercourse, it will prevent conception.” “It will? How do you know that?” “Planned Parenthood.” “What were you doing at Planned Parenthood?” “I wasn’t there. But I read something about a morning after pill and so I Googled it and got a hit at the Planned Parenthood website. It told me what I just told you. They also said anybody who wants can get birth control pills there, and they won’t even tell their parents. Maybe that’s what Darcy should do.” Molly offered to give Darcy three of her pills. I complained that I didn’t want her to take a chance of getting knocked up. Darcy said she would like to get pills of her own and if they wouldn’t tell her parents, she’d like to see a doctor to make sure she wasn’t hurt by went on that night. And so it was that we bused over to PP than afternoon as soon as Molly was through with her exam. Why was I there? I don’t know. I guess I just didn’t want to miss an opportunity to be with Molly for an afternoon. What was that? You want to know what? Oh, that. No, we didn’t make it together again. I’m basically a one-woman man. Pussy whipped, if the truth be known. St. Chester Ch. 04 Don’t under estimate the amount of enjoyment one can find in creating a really sweet honey in one’s mind and then working on making her better and better. I hope the reader will find Molly as attractive and alluring as I have. The fact that she doesn’t have a real body to bring to my bed hardly matters. I still enjoy being with her. I hope Fred is as attractive to my female, bi, and gay readers as Molly is to me. Fortunately, all the characters are over 18; otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to bring them to you. Enjoy. Feedback is always welcome as long as it is presented in the spirit of friendship. It was Middle Fall. Midterms would be in two weeks and then we’d have a week off for Thanksgiving. Man, I thought, I’ve got to get over Molly. Molly had matriculated at the University of Hawaii Medical School in Honolulu, leaving me to my own devices at St. Chester, which seemed gray and lonely without her. Self-service of the kind that had been bearable before Molly and I hooked up, just didn’t get it any more. Sure, there were lots of other girls at St. Chester—Darcy had even made a couple of awkward moves on me, but my heart was so in thrall to Molly that I couldn’t get up the energy to enter the competition for any of the good pussy around campus. I was studying in my room. Yes, studying. All that studying together with Molly had sort of instilled the habit in me and I was developing the unrealistic hope that if I studied, I could transfer to UH. So, I was studying in my room when someone knocked on the door and shouted, “Phone call, Freddy.” I jumped up, my heart filled with the irrational hope that it would be Molly. We had talked a couple times, but not lately. My elation quickly dissipated as I walked down the hallway to the pay phone. I didn’t want to get my hopes up. “Hello.” “Hey, Fred. Guess who?” My heart leapt. “I don’t have to guess. I’d recognize your voice anywhere, Molly.” “How are you?” “Is it really you?” “No, it’s someone else.” “Yeah, right. ‘Sup?” “Look, I just qualified for the national tour and we’re training at San Luis Reservoir over Thanksgiving. Can you get away and meet me there?” “Sure. Ah, where is San Luis?” “California.” “Oh, sure. I can do that. When.” “Details by letter. No point paying long distance.” We talked and talked and then Molly had to ring off. The sun on the water was dazzling after the pale sun on campus. I drove over the hill that overlooked the reservoir in my rental car and felt a moment of the greatest satisfaction just run through my body like a freight train. Though I’d told Molly I’d make it, I really had no idea how hard it would be. When I told my mother I was going to use some of grandma’s money for air tickets and a rent-a-car, she was furious. But I had control of the money (thank you Grammy) so in the end she had to agree. It helped that I could cite my good grades and high academic standing at St. Chester, something in which I’d exceeded her wildest expectations. She had to reluctantly gave in. But she made me promise to earn it back with a summer job. Something I hadn’t had to do previous summers. I didn’t even have to think about it. Well worth the price. From the hilltop, looking down, it was obvious where it was happening. A tent city occupied a plain of rolling hills, dotted with mesquite, surprisingly brown considering the close proximity to the water. The brightly colored sails of windsurfers dotted the reservoir, seemingly connected by the white wakes that trailed behind them. I drove into the area slowly only by force of will; I was panting to be there yet at the same time I was just soaking the scene in like a gator sunning on a log. I didn’t know where to go. I finally found a sign pointing to ‘Event HQ” and found a nice lady whose skin was so sunburned that it crackled. She looked up Molly’s name. “She’s camped in aisle # 4, but she won’t be there now; she’s up for a preliminary run at 2:00.” “Ah, where will that be?” She pointed the way. After finding a parking place I struggled through the crowd to find my way to the water’s edge. I followed sometimes contradictory instructions looking for Molly who would be taking off momentarily, I’d been told. I hoped to at least be able to say hello before she sailed out on the course. Then I saw her, siding astride her board, with four other women waiting their turns. It was hard not to stare, impossible, really. Beavers with their legs splayed on either side of the board. I pulled my eyes away. “MOLLY!” She turned and looked at me. “Freddy. Good to see you.” The sight of her legs where they came together, straddling the board reminded me vividly the times I’d looked down at that same spot with its light covering of blond hair that did nothing to shield her vulva from view. She blinked at me and ran her hand up her knee to her bikini patch, stuck her finger under the cloth and lifted it up. Suddenly the other four gals pushed their boards down and took up positions in the water beside their boards, one leg half over, the wish-bone in hands, waiting. Molly quickly waived and then joined them. It was really stirring watching the five girls as they raised the edges of their sails to catch the wind and pull themselves up and out of the water. They were on short boards which don’t have enough buoyancy to float a rider until they have started planing. The last things out of the water were the girls’ rear ends, their beautiful asses, beautiful hourglass shaped derrieres mooning us momentarily until they suddenly turned themselves into sea birds taking off. They were quickly up to thirty-five to forty mph. They tacked back and forth a few times, warming up and then they sailed the course for recorded times. Everyone on shore had a stopwatch except me, but I had my new camera (Grandma’s money, again) with its seven power telephoto lens, so I could bring the surfers in like they were just in front of me. There are times when the grace and beauty of the human in motion is inspiring. This was one of them. All of these women were doing things with their boards that looked to be completely impossible. And they looked real sexy doing it. Later I noticed that the guys looked sexy too. The same way an erect cock looks sexy to me. All the contestants were so taut, they looked erect, like sex machines in their skimpy bathing suits, tanned skin, oxyded noses, and muscles. After the timed heat, they practiced on the slalom course, but that wasn’t done for record, just practice. Then, after about an hour and a half on the course a flag was raised on shore to bring them in and they all sailed away from us to the other side of the lake and then began the long reach home, bringing their speed up to a point where a fall would be like landing concrete. Molly was last in line, a rare happening from what I’ve seen. We were on a lee shore with the wind blowing right at us but at and angle to the shore. During the afternoon huge waves had risen driving the spectators back from shore. Under these conditions you can see why I was apprehensive when Molly showed no sign of slowing as she approached the shore where we were waiting. Then, just when she should have been dumping air, she pushed the boom down and suddenly the tip of the board came straight up off a wave and into the air. The crowd let out with a yell, “EEEEEHAAAAA, Molly,” as the board continued up and around into a complete circle, landing with a smack and a swerve as she brought it under control and headed out for another pass. “EEEEEEEHAAAAAA, Molly,” they yelled. The guy I’d been sitting by and talking to during the trials turned to me. That Molly, she’s something.” “She sure is.” At that moment in time she was Helen of Troy, Cleopatra, Mme de Pompadour, or any of the great paramours of human history, her beauty stunning. Molly refused my offer to take the board from her before climbing up the beach. Then I followed behind her as she carried the board over to a cyclone fence, with me carrying the sail and mast. She secured everything to the fence with a padlock, then she gave me a big kiss, carelessly brushing against my crotch with her hand in the process. I just accidentally brushed against her breast and then we settled in for a long hug. I was kneading her ass cheeks with my hands by the time we broke for air and Molly turned and walked down toward the shore. She turned toward me to say, “I want to introduce you to some guys,” but not before I noticed that her bikini bottom had knotted up into her ass crack, looking just like a throng. I wondered if her friends would appreciate being introduced to a guy with a hard-on. The way Molly reached into her crack to pull the material out and smooth it down did nothing to help. “Freddy, this is my posse. Hey, you guys, this is Fred; he’s the guy I told you about. Fred, this is Mike, Shawn, Jodi, and Sara.” “Glad to meet you.” “Hey, been looking forward to it,” said Mike. “You’ll be sharing our RV tonight. Hope you don’t mind close quarters.” “As long as it’s close quarters with Molly, I don’t care,” I said. Jody said, “You’re just as cute as Molly said.” “We’re bout done for the day. I hope you’re ready to party,” said Mike. “Me? Party? Where?” We walked up to the surfers’ ghetto and got a bunch of stuff out of the RV: chips, ice, beer, almost thawed hamburger patties and the rest of the makings for a barbecue. By the time we got back to the beach where the boards were chained to the fence, the coals in two oil-drum barbecues were in the process of being lit and people were sucking beers as they watched. Molly grabbed my hand and pulled me over to a volleyball court where we quickly rotated into the game opposite to each other. Fortunately we were playing the game seriously enough (with malice) that my cock decided to protect itself instead of reacting to all the hard bodies moving with graceful abandon. We kept score but I don’t really remember, or care, who won. I don’t know how I was able to concentrate at all, because several of the girls were following a California fashion of playing topless. By the time the Barbie was ready and dinner cooked and eaten, it was dusk, and then as the sun dipped below the horizon and the sky turned deep orange, suddenly a flurry of fire crackers popped into the night followed by a whosh as the bonfire lit, with the help, apparently, of a bunch of gasoline. The pyre consisted of dry shipping pallets and the fire took off with abandon, sparks rocketing into the air. The fire area was up next to the same fence that had boards chained to it and sails were drooped over it to act as a windbreak. Fortunately, the wind went down with the sun. A mob soon formed in a semi-circle around the fire. Suddenly a boom box cut in and the fire was encircled with whirling dancers just kicking out with total abandonment, facilitated by beer and lots of high grade dope. A bunch of people started throwing a giggling girl up into the air with a blanket. Soon all the girls wanted to fly and they guys with the blanket yelled, “Take your tops off. Show us your tits/” The first girl out of her bra was immediately seized up onto the blanket and thrown screaming up into the air. Before long she became accustomed to the motion and started to perform as if on a trampoline. This means she spread her legs and touched her toes—in a bikini. I don’t know if she knows or not just what she revealed. The competition to go ballistic was fierce and it wasn’t long before the girls chosen to rise above the rest traveled topless and bottomless. Some girls have no shame. It turns out I don’t mind the sight of flying naked pussies at all. After a while this activity wore down and people started to dance. After the third or fourth tune, one of the girls jumped into the middle of the crowd and started to dance to the crowd who quickly faced the middle where she was. I don’t know what kind of dancing it was, but it was very skillful and very sensual. “Show us your tits Lucille,” someone yelled. “Yeah, show us, show us,” voices from all around the circle shouted. Lucille did show her tits, but in little glimpses, just peaking out under her halter, just peaking above it, then totally liberated as she whipped it off. Nice breasts, I thought. Lucille grabbed each end of her halter in a different hand and started to twirl it up into a tube; then she looped in under her butt and mooned me as she pulled the cloth back and forth over her buttocks, turning slowly to show everyone around her, the swelling of her sex being ruffled by the friction of the rope. Then some how the rolled up halter was between her legs and she was skillful at parting the waves as she drew it back and forth through her groove. She danced around and around the circle showing her pussy to anyone who cared to look—to everyone. She suddenly pulled it out and held it up. Then she pushed it up to my nose so I could sniff it—a strong pungent compelling odor. She marched around the fire and holding it to any guy who wanted a sniff. “Yep, it smells just like pussy,” one said. “Take it off,” someone yelled. She looked up, “What?” “Take it off.” She winked and pulled the top of her panties out as if to look in. “This?” “Off. Off, off, off,” the crowd roared. She slowly stepped out of her bottoms. Then she leaped into the crowd and they grabbed her and lifted her up, up and overhead and started to pass her around and around the circle while the amps screamed in competition with the crowd. Someone yelled, Molly.” The crowd took it up, “Molly, Molly, Molly.” Molly moved to the center and started to dance. First she moved directly in front of me and bent over so her ass was in my face. She waved her wonderful butt at me, thrust it toward me. I reached out to hold it. She moved away. I dropped my hands. She reached up and untied her halter, letting it hang loose. She came back to me, facing me, thrusting her breasts at me. I grabbed the halter, She pulled back slowly, bowing her head until the halter was dangling in my hand. Then she reached out and started to pull my shirt off. “Off, take it off, take it off,” yelled the crowd. What could I do? Molly bent over and looked up at the faces around us, lit by the fire in the night. She slowly stood straight and rolled the waist of her suit down. Down to where the hair showed over the top, down to where the hair was all above the suit, down to her knees and off. Then she reached over and rolled my suit down. Yes, my cock sprung out as if the main spring of a clock getting loose.. Then I felt the hands of the mob lifting me up and then I was on a trip that can’t be described, except to say that if any one missed tweeking my cock or squeezing my butt, then it wasn’t because they didn’t have the opportunity. Then Molly and I were on firm ground again, across the circle from each other more engaged in passing other naked bodies around the circle overhead than in each other. The amazing thing was that we all pressed our naked flesh together into one throbbing emotional blob of protoplasm. All the cocks were hard, and turned out to be an incredible turn-on for me. When I was a kid, I used to be ashamed of my cock when it got hard. I’d bend over and hold my books over my lap. But when I met Molly, I soon learned that a stiff dick is really powerful looking. Specially looking at a stiff cock, say in Molly’s mouth in the mirror., This evening I learned that it is sexy to see a bunch of other guy’s cocks standing erect—rampant, I think they say. Molly finally found me again and took my hand and started to drag me away. Ah, I thought. Finally. But she only took me to the fence, where she unchained her board and then I helped her carry it up to the circle of dancing screaming athletes. Immediately a bunch of them sat down with the board in their laps and started to drum on it, a tango beat, and someone yelled, “Lambada!: After a while I took Molly out and tried to get the hang of it. Then Mike cut in on me and took Molly before I knew what had happened, leaving me with Jodi. It was funny to be rubbing her naked sex with my leg (and vice versa) without even knowing her. It was even stranger to look down and see Molly’s knee stroking Mike’s balls, making his hard cock jump, while imagining her pussy lips, hidden beneath Mike’s leg. We danced to the wee hours with new shifts taking position under the windsurfer drum to beat out the tattoo of our carousing. By the time people had started to disappear into the night the pace of the music had slowed and around the fire away from the dance area you could see, close to the ground, the rhythmic movements of a different dance. But that’s not what either Molly or I wanted. All evening, we had been purposefully tormenting each other with the death of a thousand touches. Now we headed home for the coup stroke. Our bed was the living room couch during the day and pulled down into a queen size playpen which was the biggest bed we’d actually laid out on together. The time between when we entered the trailer and when the bed was pulled down with us sexually connected in it, could be measured in tenths of seconds. “Don’t worry about foreplay,” Molly said, as she assumed a supine position on her back, her legs spread to allow me in. “I’m so ready I could scream.” I didn’t, she was and I did and let me tell you, we were up to a speed at least as fast as when Molly lifted her board out of the water for her flip. When I found my position between her knees, precum was dripping off my cock and the end of it glistened. Molly was wet too, and I slid in as if we’d been sexually engaged for hours. I started on my knees and holding her legs to position her pussy and pull her too me, but we used a whirlwind of positions that night and I couldn’t begin to remember all of them. Of course I came quickly the first time but I didn’t get soft and I didn’t stop and I lasted for a good long time before coming again. There is no telling when I might have ejaculated that second time. We’d been at it a while and our intimate bodily fluids were dropping down my legs and Molly’s. Some how we’d worked into a position where I was over her holding myself up into the air with outstretched arms and legs. She lay on her shoulders and held her legs and pussy up in the air over her head. The trailer was rocking and the springs were squeaking. The door opened slowly. We hardly noticed. Somebody said. “Geeze, aren’t you guys ever going to finish? How long do you expect us to wait?” “You don’t have to wait. Just work on through,” Molly said. To get to their room, Mike and Jodi had to walk through the living room and bathroom. I was only half conscious of this conversation until Jodi’s hand grasped my balls. But, when she squeezed them lightly I suddenly became alert. In the half light I could see Mike’s hands stroking Molly’s boobs as she rocked back and forth on her back. Meanwhile, Jodi continued stroking my balls—for a while, anyway. Until, that is she started to lick them instead. Wait, Jodi wasn’t licking them. She was kissing Molly. My God, Mike was licking them and I liked it. Wow! I liked it so much I came and with that, Molly pushed me aside and Mike took my place. “No fair,” I managed to say. Make me come and then take my place.” “Hey, it’s okay,” said Jodi. Let me make up for it. With that she leaned over and started to suck my cock. “You like the taste of my come and Molly’s pussy?” I asked. “I love everything about sex: the smell, the taste, the feeling, all of it! Molly says you stay hard. “Looks like she’s right.” She pushed me back and crawled up to straddle me. Then she grabbed my cock. “Not a steel bar, but hard enough,” she said. She started to push the head of my cock up and down the gully of her sex. It felt like I was going to fly again. I think I’m actually more sensitive when I’m half hard then when I’m diamond hard. “OH, GOD, That feels so good,” I said. St. Chester Ch. 04 “MMMMMmmmmmmm,” she said. Mike and Molly were making similar sounds. In the back of my mind I heard the sounds of Molly coming and a while later I was surprised to feel a tongue licking the back of my balls. It felt just as good as before. Then the tongue moved up and started to lick my cherry asshole. And soon it was pushing against my sphincter, pushing its way into my rectum. The funny thing is, I liked it. I especially liked the feeling together with the feeling of my cock moving slowly in and out of Jodi’s Pussy. Jodi’s pussy was feeling fine too, because Molly had figured out how to sneak a finger to where she could push Jodi’s clit against my cock so its skin and ripples were applying direct pressure to her. Suddenly I felt the tip of Mike’s cock pushing against my cherry. Time out, I thought! “Are you wearing a condom?” I asked. “I can, if you want,” Mike said, his breath coming in gasps. “I sure do want.” “Get one, Molly,” Mike begged. “Here you go, Fred.” She said. Mike’s cock was duly draped and protected and so I relaxed my butt muscles and allowed him to work the pre-lubricated condomized cock into my virgin asshole. He had to take it real slow because I was concerned in a palpable way. Meanwhile Jodi was becoming the aggressive partner in our coitus, even from underneath. I was the patty in the hamburger. That’s amazing, I thought. But what was really amazing was how hard the pressure of his cock against my prostate made my cock. I felt like it was going to burst, to explode—and then it did and then at the same time I felt Mike’s cock spasm and he was spewing too. I lay stunned, being filled and filling Jodi at the same time and even after a purgation of emotion, I had plenty of feeling and emotion left over. Sometimes when sex is real hot, the brain ends up in a different place. I felt it in my eyes, swollen with blood for some reason. I felt it in the tenderness of my nipples and skin, a buzzing in my ears and forehead, in the heaving of my breath and the sudden exhaustion of my muscles, suddenly unable to support the position I’ve been in for the past hour. I felt it in a certain disconnection with reality. The glandular lust of coition has been so intense, at the end I wouldn’t have put it past me to do anything. Shit, I had done anything—done everything. I’d let Mike fuck me in the ass. Not only that, I liked it. I remembered how I’d thought the male surfers were sexy. I just didn’t know how sexy. I know now. I don’t worry that it means I’m gay. I mean, I love sex so much, that if it had to be gay sex, I wouldn’t think twice. And it wasn’t like I suddenly liked boys instead of girls--men instead of women. No, give me a choice between Molly and Mike, and Molly wins every time. In the really wee hours of the night, Molly and I were spooned in the bed with Jodi and Mike forward, still going at it in their own bedroom. “How do you stay on top of it during the day, keeping these hours?” I asked. “Everything is governed by the wind. The wind doesn’t start blowing until afternoon. Then it dies down in the evening, just in time for the campfire. We all have to take turns while the wind blows, so you see, there’s time for everything. But now, it is time to sleep.” “Wake me when you get up.” “Okay. And if you get it up, go ahead and wake me up.” But it wasn’t to be. I was through for the night. Three ejaculations, apparently, is my limit. Oh, I forgot the blowjob before dinner. Make it four. St. Chester Ch. 05 Chapter V. Back at School This work is fiction. The characters are fictional and are not based on real people. They are, however, over the age of 18. I lay in my bed back in the dormitory at St Chester. The four days at San Luis Reservoir seemed like a dream. I wouldn't have been able to look back on them as if it hadn't been for the pictures. That digital camera I bought with Grandma's legacy, along with the air tickets and rental car. Now it was winter, and I still hadn't found a replacement for Molly—I doubt there is one, but I ought to have at least been able to find a girl friend that would satisfy my needs. She didn't have to be another Molly. The trouble is that I'm just wasn't willing to put out the effort. I just lay around and moped, then when I couldn't stand it, I'd get out the pictures and beat off. The pictures are eminently worthy. They're almost all from our last evening together. The first evening had been too filled up by everything that was going on to take the camera out. Then the second and third evenings, things slowed down some and Molly and I spent relatively more time in the bed in the RV, not just making love but talking and having a meeting of the minds. Then the last day I realized I'd wasted wonderful opportunities to store up memories like nuts for a cold winter and my trigger finger became hyperactive on the camera. Mike and Jodi joined us for another foursome and helped point the camera. In one shot that always arouses me, my dripping cock looms out of my pubic hair looking unbelievably huge. The reason it is huge because Mike's cock is in my rectum and you can tell that because I have two sets of balls hanging down between my legs. There is also a shot of me fucking Mike's asshole from in front, as if he were a girl with his legs pushed up into the air so I can get my cock under his butt. You can't see my cock at all, and his cock looks like it is mine except for being upside down. My favorite shot is of Molly alone, on her back, knees up and apart, her legs reaching toward the camera like the colonnade of St. Peter's Basilica. How appropriate. Her knees were a colonnade for St. Peter, a funnel to guide him into the holy of holies. Her cunt is moist, pink, swollen, welcoming. In the next shot, St. Peter is inserted and you can see the tender inner lips of her clitoris draped over it. I took those myself. Another shot shows my cock dripping strings of precum as it bounces against Molly's cheek, and later another shot shows cum dripping down her chin. I keep these pictures in a manila file envelope between my mattress and the springs. I am very careful not to let anyone know I have them. They're between Molly and me. Okay, Molly, Mike, Jodi (or Jody, I can never remember) and me, and they haven't seen prints of them--just the tiny image of them in the LCD of the camera. Saturday, I spent most of the day in the library. Just as I was leaving I passed Joey, my roommate, coming in. "Hey, Joey, whazzup?" "Hey, Fred. I got a book reserved from 5:00 to 7:00. It's on closed reserve. Man, I hate that, you know, when you can't take out a book and have to read it in the library." "Yeah, that's the pits." "Well, I'll see you back at the room." I walked quickly back to the room. I'd have two hours to myself. Time for a good fantasy fuck. After adjusting my attitude with some herb, I stripped and lay back on my bed with my lovely 8 x 10 Kodachromes, except they are color computer prints. I started with my favorite picture of Molly's cunt, wide open for me, and pumped my cock until I was just on the verge of coming. Then, to cool off, I stroked my balls and stomach and pinched my nipples—anything that felt good that didn't put friction on the skin of my cock, which was as red as a Maraschino cherry. I love to play with my glans penis when it's just on the verge of coming. The feeling is so intense, I can hardly stand it, which, of course means I love it. I circled my thumb and forefinger around the lip of the onion bulb and the lesser fingers around the shaft and frigged over and back, back and forth across the lip with a gentle motion. That's what I did with one hand, while, with the other, I pulled out a picture of Mike butt fucking me. The picture of Molly fell to the floor but I was too busy to pick it up as I teased my cock closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly the door opened and Joey walked in. The door was closing behind him before he realized what he'd walked in on. "You didn't lock the door." "I damn well did." I felt funny, embarrassed, lying there holding a hand over my boner. Joey reached back and turned the knob. "Yes, you did. You just didn't close it all the way." "I keep doing that." "Man, this is embarrassing. I'm sorry." "Don't worry. I hear you whacking off all the time. You hear me doing it. It's not like it's a big secret." "Yeah, I know. But it's still embarrassing." "Don't worry." "Hey, what's this?" Mike reached down and picked up the picture of Molly. "Where did you get that? My God, that's Molly." "Yeah. I guess you know where I got it then." "Damn, that's hot." "I'm in trouble if you ever tell her you have seen them. Know what I mean? Don't let anybody know about these, please!" "These?" He looked around. Saw the rest. Picked them up and started to leaf through them. My head wasn't entirely there. My cock was still on watch, in my fist, even if it was quickly losing its stiffness. Mike picked up the stack of photos. The next photo in line was taken of Molly and me fucking, taken by Jodi shooting us from the side. It was very hot, but not pornographic. Her breasts looked fine, but my cock wasn't visible and neither was her pussy. Hard cocks and open pussies are what separates art from porn, as far as I can see. "God, her tits are amazing. I've never seen better." "Me neither." The next shot he saw was taken by me of my cock from above as it was buried in Molly's cunt, the clitoris of which was standing up and rocking the canoe. Looking over at Joey, I could see the rim of his cock as it gradually wiggled up from between his legs to become an upright, outstanding and erect citizen. Joey wasn't paying attention to his hands, and I could see they were mindlessly stroking his cock through his trousers. The pictures were magnetic, all right. Then Joey turned over the next shot. Shit, I'd forgot about the one of Mike corn-holing me. "Jesus!" he gasped. That's you!" "Guilty as charged." "Are you . . . shit no, you're not gay. But . . . " "It's called 'bi.' You know, 'bi-sexual." I'm a guy who will fuck anything that moves." "Lucky you." "Not lately." "Be glad you're not me. Not ever. Not lately, shit, I'd give my left nut . . . well, never mind." "You're never . . . " "Nope." "Shit; man, that's not good. We've got to take care of that." "Look, man. I'm sorry about all of this. How about I leave so you can finish off, you know. . . " "Why are you back, anyway? I thought I was safe for an hour." "Heh, heh, the librarian left for a coffee break and I photocopied it. Don't tell." "Not me." "Well, I'll see ya." "You don't have to go." I sat up. "You sure." "Yeah, you killed the mood for sure." "With these pictures, you couldn't kill the mood for me." He held the picture of Mike and me and looked at it intently. What was it like? I mean, I hardly know what sex is like; Shit I dream of it all the time. But I never dreamed to having a guy . . . you know . . . " "Butt fuck you?" "Yeah. I sometimes wish . . . I mean, I would love to have anyone suck me, but butt fucking; I don't know." "Well, don't knock it if you haven't tried it." Joey had flipped the next picture. It showed me fucking Mike from in front. "I didn't know you could do that." He said. "What's that like?" "It's not as hot. You don't get as much penetration. But it's . . . I don't know. It has its compensations." "Really? What?" "I don't know; it's hard to describe. It's more intense having him face you while you fuck him." Mike's fingers had slipped into his pants and he sounded like he had just come in from running a mile, his breath coming in gasps. I was enjoying watching him get worked up—so much so that my cock was springing up for another round. Except it wasn't hidden inside my pants. The ball was in my court. I started to stroke my cock to bring it the rest of the way up. Mike pulled his hands out of his pants and reached over and laid his hand lightly on my cock. When I didn't resist he wrapped his fingers around it and pumped it a couple of times. "It's okay," I said. When I didn't slap him down, he pulled his pants down allowing his prick to spring free. It was slender and very white and very attractive. He held it in his hands and rubbed its tip against the head of my cock. It was like a lightening bolt. My cock jumped. "OHHHH." I didn't just say it; it was torn from me. Mike dropped to his knees and took me into his mouth without preliminaries. Whenever a woman has taken me into her mouth, it has always been after some preliminary fussing--rubbing against cheeks, licking, kissing, but never, just open the throat like Mike did. "Mmmmm are you sure you haven't done this before." My God the kid has talent, I thought. "No, but I've sure imagined doing it, you know what I mean?" "Oh, you have seen films of it, then." "Hasn't everybody?" "Maybe." "It feels good, Joey, soooo good. I laid back and arched my back to push it deeper. He resisted; couldn't open his throat farther. I grabbed his ears and pulled him off me, stood up, grabbed his shoulders and swung him onto the bed where I could kneel in front of him and give him some of the same. "I have to taste you." "You taste good. That's a surprise." "Let's try 69," I said. We are of a similar stature so we were able to take each other's cocks to the hilt, almost from the first. But it didn't last very long and we both came. Joey's cock immediately started to shrink, but mine, as usual, didn't. Joey noticed but didn't say anything. I sat up and gave Joey a big kiss on the mouth, cum dripping down my chin at the same time. Joey kissed me back and I could taste my own cum in his mouth. "Tastes good, doesn't it," I said. "Almost as good as pussy." "Then, let me at some of that pussy," he said. "Be some of that pussy," I countered, and rolled him over so his knees were on the floor and he was bent over the side of the bed, butt in the air. Then I spread his cheeks and, using cum from my chin as a lubricant, started to massage his asshole. At first his asshole shrank from my touch, but before long is hips were moving in that old rhythm and I was able to insert a finger a little bit at a time. "Are you going to fuck me?" He asked. "Only if you say so." "Will it hurt?" "I don't think so." Joey's asshole was beginning to relax and welcome my finger. I got a condom out of my wallet and put it on with lots of the lubricant I keep in my drawer and then started to tease his asshole the same way I used to tease Jodi's when I was first stretching her asshole so I could enter. He pushed back at me. Damn, he's eager, I thought. "Okay Joey, here goes." I leaned forward and pushed in, just a little, and then a little bit more. "Assholes are tighter than cunts, Joey. Umph." But when you get past the hard part and your tip is suddenly inside, it doesn't get any better than that. At first I only fucked in far enough to get my glans penis past his sphincter, but he kept demanding more. I reached in of him, pushing his fingers aside so I could grab his cock in my fist and give it a couple of strokes. "Ahhhh. Fred, that feeeels wonderfullll." I stood up, pulling out and grabbed him and pulled him over to the door and pushed him down on his hands and knees in front of the full-length mirror mounted there. Then I mounted him again where we could both see me going in and out, framed in the silvery surface of the mirror. It was neat that way because I could see his cock dripping in his hand. Even if he got soft immediately after he came, he got hard again quickly. I felt like coming again already, but decided to wait. I pulled out and turned to face Joey. I grabbed his cock and squeezed the head. He arched his back and tightened every muscle in his body. "OOOHHH." I put a condom on him and held the jar of lubricant out to him. My turn. You get to lose two cherries tonight. You've been fucked. Now you get to fuck me. Joey jumped at the opportunity and before we were through he'd fucked and been fucked from behind and in front. That long dick came in handy for that. Though his cock was slender it still felt good and my cock has never tingled better. I love beating off and getting butt fucked at the same time. It is so intense and it makes me imagine what it feels like for a girl to get fucked, except that probably isn't true because she sure can't get fucked and rub her cock at the same time. Want to know how much Joey enjoyed it? After he came in my ass and I came in his, he licked me off everywhere. First my cock and balls. then my asshole, then a second time for my balls. When in the process I got hard again, he was amazed. "My ass is still dilated. Have at it," he said after he unrolled another condom. I wonder if he knew what he was getting himself into. It took me a very long time to come again—not that I minded. In the morning, we talked and agreed that what we'd done was between just the two of us and that we'd do it whenever we had a chance—at least until we had girlfriends to do the dirty. "By the way, Fred, why do you use a condom? It's not like you're going to get knocked up." "Oh, but if I did, what an ugly fucker it would be.." "Yeah, he'd be an ugly little shit, wouldn't he?" "But Joey, I know I don't have AIDS, but you don't know that. I don't know you don't have aids. Not really. I don't know you've never had a transfusion of bad blood, or shared a needle with an addict, or been butt fucked by a convict. I mean, know you haven't done those things, Joey, but I'm not willing to bet my life on it" St. Chester Ch. 06 Triple Deflowering Week None of the characters are real. They are all fictional. This means they don’t exist. Thus, it seems strange to have to tell you that they are all over 18 years old, but they surely are. Previous chapters in this tale had a slim basis in fact. This chapter does not. In the previous chapter, I related to you how Joey, my roommate lost his double cherry, first getting fucked in the ass by me and then returning the favor. Poor Joey never have dreamed in his wildest dreams that when he finally lost his innocence, it would be with another guy. All his life dreams had involved pussy and his beating off fantasies were well reinforced with magazine pictures and x-rated videos—all featuring naked girls being fucked by guys. I felt really good about helping him over the threshold, but I still thought I should set myself to the task of finding a good partner to work on the most important cherry—fucking a pussy. Sometimes things work out. The next afternoon I was at the campus center, when who should come to my table than Darcy, the same girl I rescued after she was gang raped (too late to stop it) and then, with Molly’s help, worked nobly to reassure her that she was still desirable. (See Chapter III) “Sup, Darcy? Haven’t seen ya around lately.” “Just the same old same old. How are you? Bet you miss Molly.” “I just saw her,” I said. Then I told her the rough outline of my trip to San Luis. Later, I found an opportunity to ask her, “Darcy, are you on back track after what happened? I hate to even bring it up, but the way we left you, I wasn’t sure if we helped or made it worse.” “Oh, you did help. You did.” “Then you’ve continued to pursue your sexuality?” “Well, not exactly. I’m willing, but I’m so afraid guys will think me a slut, I can’t help pushing them back even when I don’t want to.” “Damn, Darcy, you need to work on that.” “Well, I can never tell if they like me or if they don’t. I’m just not brave enough, I guess.” “Shit, what are you thinking? Guys don’t just like girls. They lust for girls and it doesn’t matter which ones, either. I mean, a guy who won’t fuck any pussy that is willing, isn’t really a guy. I’ll prove it to you. Come with me.” I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her after me. She didn’t put up much of a fight. She followed in my wake. Joey was where I’d left him, in our room studying calculus. “Sup, Fred?” he asked. “I want you to meet a friend of mine. This is Darcy. This is Joey, Darcy. Joey.” “Pleased to meet you, I’m sure.” I went over to our little refrigerator. Empty. “You got any money? A coke or two would sure go over good. Joey and I went down the hall to the machines. As he was putting the coins in, I whispered, “Joey, if you want to get laid you might have an opportunity here.” “You don’t have to ask.” “Well, if you come on to Darcy, just a little bit, she’ll respond. She’s a nice kid, but she’s just about as needy as you are. In fact, I can nearly guarantee it. Let me take the lead and when it’s time, I’ll find an excuse to leave, okay?” I knew Darcy was randy and ready, but I also knew she was nervous. I poured some rum in with our cokes but I didn’t load them up. I didn’t want Darcy to think I was trying to get her drunk and I didn’t want her to be too numb to enjoy the experience, especially after her first experience with sex. I didn’t want there to be any doubt about her being in her right mind at the end of the evening. “How about a video?” “Sure.” Said Darcy. “Got any hot ones?” “Why don’t you let me pick out one?” I answered. After a while I commented, “Joey seems to be getting aroused.” Darcy’s eyes followed my glance over to Joey, and we both looked down at the bulge his cock was making as it attempted to stand up in his jeans. She rubbed her breasts. The nipples stood out. “Look at Darcy’s nipples, Joey. She’s hot. You’re hot, aren’t you Darcy? You know what that lump is in Joey’s jeans, don’t you?” “I sure do.” “You know why it’s there?” “What do you mean?” “Why is your cock making a big lump, Joey?” I was worried that he’d not catch the ball. “It wants to be invited into somebody’s pussy. I mean, look at all the other cocks getting fucked. Why not mine?” “Why not him, Darcy?” Darcy reached down and felt his cock, rubbed it through his jeans. Joey reached over and caressed her breasts. “I’ve got a date,” I said as I got up and walked out. Darcy was only apprehensive about one thing: how to move her agenda forward. She need not have worried. Joey insinuated his hands under her blouse, reached under her bra cups and squeezed her breasts. They loved it. So quick was he, she couldn’t possibly have stopped him from pushing the bra up until it was around her neck, even if she’d wanted to and she didn’t. Oh, she thought, that’s one way to avoid the problem of how to unsnap it. She helped him push the bunched up material of the bra and her blouse over her head and it fell to the floor and out of mind. Darcy wouldn’t have been averse to spending the rest of the evening in Joey’s arms being petted by his hot fingers. She was flushed with pleasure and it didn’t matter where he touched her, it was excitingly stimulating. But, nice as it was, Joey wanted something more. And he knew exactly what. The two of them were still sitting on the floor, arms around each other and stroking each other’s through the material of their pants. Darcy’s legs were splayed out in front of her. She was wearing jeans and that was a problem. The jeans were like a chastity belt. Joey thought and thought, trying to figure out how to get his hands inside those jeans and he finally realized there was just one way. So the question was now or later? “Darcy?” “Yes?” “Would you like to take your pants off so I can play with your pussy?” Boy, it was hard to say. But Darcy’s ‘yes’ was ample proof that the spoils go to the brave. She stood and he jumped up to stand by her. Then he went straight back down to his knees so he could unbutton her waistband and pull her jeans down. Her bikini panties showed great optimism, being covered with hearts and kissy-lips. The legs were cut high, leaving hardly any material to cover her sex organs. She’d trimmed her pussy hair into a heart too. This he discovered in installments, as he slowly slid her panties down, down, down, his heart on pause, living in the aroma wafting from her groin and waiting for her to say, ‘wait,’ or, ‘no,’ or ‘I changed my mind.’ But that didn’t happen and he saw her pussy hair, the heart shaped design not quite covering her vulva. Then her pussy lips and they looked just like the lips on her mouth, except they were pouting, glistening, half-open, encouraging his desires to continue toward their fulfillment. As the panties dropped past her knees, he let go and reached in between her legs, to pull her delta to his face so he could breathe it deeper. “You too,” she commanded as she pulled him to his feet and helped him drop his pants. His jockey shorts looked funny the way the tip of his cock wouldn’t fit inside and poked out the top, looking like a plum hiding in a bowl of trifle. Darcy and Joey each tried to get down to the others newly uncovered sex, but their heads came together, so that didn’t work—except that the time they took to kiss, having been unable to ignore the opportunity, was time well spent. “Lie down on the bed,” Darcy said. She lay down facing Joey and the two of them kissed, pretending they were content to luxuriate in the feeling of bare-naked skin on skin. Joey rolled the two of them over and hovered over Darcy, letting his light covering of hair massage Darcy’s chest, dragging his cock in a random pattern across her stomach, leaving a trail like a snail. Once and a while he could feel her spread pussy lips with the tip of his cock, and he’d drag it across her sex, making her aware that it was standing up for her. But this was too much like a tease and Darcy reached between them and cupped her hand beneath his balls, squeezing lightly, the perfectly right way to make his cock stretch out to new dimensions. She rolled over on to her side so she could handle him with both hands, even as he put his head between her legs and watched his fingers pull her cunt lips apart, revealing, unveiling the pink palace inside. He sniffed. Ummmmmm. Sniffed again. Oh, it’s intoxicating. He was in a trance, bewitched by pussy juice. Here’s an idea, he thought. He plowed up her vulva with his nose and when it ran into the obstacle of her clitoris, his tongue was just in place to twirl around her vagina a couple of times while he drove her crazy with his nose. She squeezed his cock in her hands and flexed her thighs around his head. Yes, like that, her pussy purrrrrred, as she flexed it against his nose and mouth. Yesssssss. Joey sucked her clit into his mouth like a Hoover and then ran laps around her clit with his tongue, but so lightly, she couldn’t be sure if he was licking her or not; she just knew that she burned for more. First she tried to get more by pushing harder against his face, grinding it in on him, but that wasn’t enough. “Come in, dear. Please come in me. Put him in. I want it.” “I sure will.” He crawled forward aiming his cock as he advanced until it was on target and then everything was different. This wasn’t like fucking an asshole. This was like coming home. The Chinese concept of yin and yang was right. His cock, this cunt, they have suffered their separation too long and are finally together and all is right with the world. Joey hugged Darcy to him, content to let this feeling last until it was time for a new one. He hardly had to do anything, actually. Darcy was all a twitter. Her cunt was making his cock her lunch. He didn’t dare move. He had no illusions about how much of this he could take. But when he no-longer could contain the load of semen fighting to get out, he still fought it and fought it, all the while making up for lost time, fucking into Darcy’s hot cunt with abandon, clenching his butt muscles to fight the tide, thrusting in and out in a way that was so frenzied as to be without rhythm. The spasming of the body before the spasming of the orgasming of his cock. Darcy thought she was already coming when Joey went off. She felt his hips clench, but in the elaborate death dance of his coming, she found out how big an orgasm can become if it goes on and on and on. And here is what is surprising about Joey. He didn’t stop fucking just because he ejaculated. He kept right on fucking. Thank you, Tom, he thought. Thank you for teaching me I can stay hard. This was wonderful. First for Darcy’s sake: He wanted her to be a satisfied, return customer. But as time went by, his cock started to relish the fucking again and his balls started to feel alive again, after just a brief down time. After a while, Darcy came off her peak and Joey was content to fuck her in long slow strokes, concentrating on the feeling of cunt lips pressing against his cock as it slid past; loving the feeling of her pussy muscles closing down on his glans penis as it pushed her cunt lips aside. Oh there was so much that Joey discovered as his prick slowly explored Darcy’s pussy. When Darcy started to move beneath him again, Joey’s libido took a giant leap and he started to be conscious that he was driving her like a high performance car. He could find her tempo, fall in with it, and then intensify it, accelerate it, build it up to a climax. But he was also able to back off the wild pace and slow things down and in this he discovered great joy. He had been on the edge of coming again but he decided to hold out for another round. “Why don’t you get on top, Darcy?” He asked. Darcy straddled him and engulfed his cock with a single gulp. He loved the way gravity held her pussy lips against the very end of his cock, where it disappeared into his body. He grabbed her love handles and pushed her pelvis up and down without relinquishing an inch of penetration. He was about to come again but Darcy was just starting to get hot again. He pulled back. Teased the entry to her cunt with the tip of his cock, letting the pressure in his balls subside. She wanted him in her. Instead he runneled her tunnel with the tip of his cock, playing extensively with her clitoris with the soft bulb at the end of his hard prick’s head. Then he pricked her again and she wanted him so bad. She was sitting straight up on his cock milking him vigorously like a teat, and he was afraid if she weren’t careful, she’d tear his cock off. He tried to pull back. She wouldn’t let him go. But he had to pull back. She was going to tear it off. He started to fuck the entrance to her cunt, not letting her get him all the way in. This made it even worse. This made it even better. She was red in the face and her chest was glowing red too. Her nipples were peaked in a new shape now--a perfect shape for sucking. He sucked. He pulled out and fucked her clit a couple of strokes. “Goddamn it, Joey, get it in!” He let his cock slid in slowly, fighting her all the way. Then he pulled back slowly. She fell back limp and he continued to fuck her ever so slowly. She started to pant. Her vagina clamped down his cock and she started to fuck it with circular gyrations, milking his cock again, using her cunt like fingers. It was toooooooo muuuuuuuccccccccch. He exploded. And that was that. Darcy and Joey had been sleeping on top of the bed, all wrapped around each other, for about two hours when I returned from the library, homework done. The two of them looked so sweet. The door closed softly but not so soft that Joey didn’t open his eyes and look up. “Sup?” “Looks like everything went all right, then?” Darcy stirred and looked at me. “You could say that.” She reached down, as if to illustrate her words, and stroked Joey’s cock with her fingers. It jumped a couple of times. I took Joey’s cock into my hands, letting Darcy’s fingers mix in with mine. Looks like he’s up for another round. I put a hand on Darcy’s tit, gave it a squeeze. Her nipples erected immediately. “I’d hate to have to go back to the library again. You guys look like you’re having so much fun. Can I watch?” I sat on the floor and watched as Joey started to play with Darcy’s pussy lips with his fingers. Darcy leaned back and spread her legs until her hip sockets popped. Her clit soon emerged from her lips as they opened like a flower in the morning. “That looks so yummy,” I said. “Help yourself,” Darcy said, smiling a really big nice smile. My tongue played hockey with Joey’s fingers, Darcy’s clitoris serving as the puck. “Go ahead and eat her,” I said. Joey went right to it and while he did, I started to explore the space between his fanny cheeks, a territory I was well familiar with. I could see everything Joey was doing with Darcy’s pussy and everything he did to Darcy’s cunt I did to his asshole using my tongue and fingers. When Joey mounted Darcy, I continued to relax his rectum and when the two of them had established a rhythm, I began to work my way in with my cock. It was neat. Every time Joey thrust into Darcy’s hot cunt with his big red cock, his asshole would slide away from my cock, which was probably pretty red about then too. When I fucked forward into his butt my momentum pushed his cock forcefully into Darcy and then he’d bounce back and climb right back up my cock. I don’t know how she did it, but somewhere along the line I felt her fingers reach back and grab my balls, let go, pull Joey’s balls up against mine, let them go and grab mine again. This was quite well designed to make me blow my rocks. I pulled out and pushed my cock into Joey’s face, made him take it in his mouth as the semen pumped out. Then I switched over to Darcy and gifted her with some too. Strange how at times like that we accept with pleasure that which sounds kind of revolting later. My cock was still hard when I realized I was about to be late for my evening class. “Shit, I’ve got to go. I’ll be late for class.” “Why don’t you cut? We could play some more,” Darcy complained. “I’ve taken all the cuts the Sister allows. These damn nuns are tough.” The students sat four to a table in the classroom. I was embarrassed to be a minute late and made my way quickly to my seat in the back. All the way over I could feel the moisture around my cock, which was still dripping from our romping with Joey and Darcy. I was afraid there was a wet spot everybody could see. I took my seat and sneaked a peek. Shit, there sure was. A wet spot, and it outlined the lip of my glans, even through my pants. I looked around to see if anyone was staring at me. At the table in front of mine, in the front of the classroom, there sat a girl I was in love with. I didn’t know her, but I loved her looks. She appeared to be Asian--a slender willowy girl with long straight black hair down the back of her head. Her slender figure was exceedingly sexy to me, even though her breasts were small. Her flaring hips did a lot to make up for her lack of mammalian development. Really, tits are over-emphasized in our culture. Besides, her nipples were like cigarette filters and really turned me on. I was horrified to see her looking intently at my crotch, then darting to follow my eyes as they focused on her crotch, smirking as she pursed her lips. Sister was about to turn the lights down and I reached below unconsciously to adjust the fit of my cock in my pants, now that it had softened. Realizing, suddenly, what I had done, I looked over at the girl. She looked back at me, and then the most amazing thing happened. She spread her legs just enough for the white of her panties to flash. Her legs closed again and I felt a palpable sense of loss. I kept sneaking peeks over in her direction. It was too dark to see anything but darkness between her legs, relaxed and apart in the safety of the darkness, but that was just permission for my mind to fill in the details. Jesus! She reached up and pulled at her bra strap. She looked at me and smirked again. Then she cupped a breast with a hand and looked at me again. I pushed my chair back from the table, out toward the side where she could see me, but nobody else in the room could, and cupped my package and stroked myself a couple of times. The girl pushed her chair back and mimicked me, cupping her own sex with a hand. I circled my cock with my fist. She stuck a finger under her panty leg. I just about creamed in my jeans. Then she pushed her chair into the table and turned her attention to the Sister at the front of the room. But I noticed that her hips weren’t paying attention to the teacher. They were slowly grinding in the chair, grinding the aroused flesh she sat on in the chair. At the end of the period I got stuck in the traffic jam at the door and by the time I got through, she was gone. Bummer. The next week, I took my same place and hoped she’d be there. She was. I kept looking at her. She was so beautiful, and I was in love with her looks. I hoped she flash me a beaver again, but I wasn’t sure she did. I mean, I saw a couple quick flashes, but they could have been accidental. There wasn’t and of the self-petting I’d seen previously. Then, half way into the period, she left to go to the restroom. Returning, she looked straight into my eyes and smiled. Then she sat down and relaxed her legs—just a moment—and my eyes popped out. She wasn’t wearing panties. The end of the period came and with it a dilemma. My cock was as hard as a bone but I wasn’t going to get caught in traffic. Without caring if Sister saw my stiffie, I stood up as she folded her notebook and hurried to lean over her my dream girl’s shoulder and ask, “Can I buy you a soda?” She remained seated, packing her notebook into her backpack. St. Chester Ch. 06 “I don’t know you.” “My name is Fred Fringle. Now you know me.” “But you don’t know me.” “Maybe I don’t, but I know something about you.” “What’s that?” “You’re a tease.” “Really? How can you tell?” “You’ve been teasing me all period.” “Maybe I wasn’t teasing.” “Meaning?” “Maybe it was foreplay.” “I’m open to being persuaded.” “Well, maybe a soda would be a good idea.” When we got to the Stu-U, I realized I’d been so busy with Darcy and Joey earlier that I’d missed dinner. I ordered a burger to go with my soda. Li settled for iced tea. Yes, her name was Li. It turns out she was a Vietnamese refugee, now an American citizen after fleeing her homeland. We talked until the Stu-U closed. We had to hurry to get her to her dorm before it closed. “I don’t dare be late again,” she said. “You could always come home with me.” She looked at me, her big eyes devouring my soul. I pulled her to me and gave her a big kiss. The first contact our bodies had made after a handshake when we introduced ourselves. I broke away after an eternity, “If we don’t stop kissing, you’ll have to come home with me because it will be too late.” “It’s already too late,” she said. “No, we still have fifteen minutes.” “Silly, I mean it’s too late! Take me home with you. I’ve been waiting for you to notice me all quarter. Now that I’ve kissed you, I’m not going to let you get away.” “Oh, don’t worry. I don’t want to get away. I promise you.” “Come on, let’s go.” She started to drag me down the path. “Where are you going now?” “I don’t know. Where’s your dorm?” “Not that way. This way.” We didn’t run to my room because we were unwilling to be separated. At first we stopped regularly to kiss and then we found a way to walk without breaking our lips apart. But that was so amusing we started to laugh and we laughed and laughed and then without further fuss, made our way directly to go, where we didn’t collect $200.00, but something infinitely more valuable. Joey was at the word processor and a faint miasma of dope lofted in the air. “Um, my favorite smell,” said Li. “I want you to meet my roommate, Joey,” I said and introduced the two of them to each other. Li took in the scene. “Ah, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind.” “Don’t worry. Hey Joey, Allen is home for a funeral. Would you mind sleeping in his room tonight? I’ll make it up to you.” Joey looked at me. “Oh you lucky dog.” “Hey, who was the lucky dog all afternoon while I slaved away in the library?” “Hey, no sweat. I don’t mind going down to Hank and Allen’s room. I just said you’re a lucky dog. Not that I mind. But, Jesus, Fred, that’s one fine looking girl you brought home. Li, I’m really glad to meet you, but I’m sure you would rather I get going that standing around chewing my gab. Just let me get my stuff. I bet Hank would like a joint. Hmm. Maybe a video, too. Okay, I’m gone.” “Hey, it isn’t that it hasn’t been nice,” Li said. “We’ll have to take time to talk next time. It’s nice of you to leave us alone. Thank you.” She had such a sweet sexy voice; I could see each word hitting Joey between the eyes. I couldn’t help smile. I put some music on and turned down the covers of my bed. Then I gestured to Li, come here. I held out my arms to her as she walked sinuously toward me. Beautiful, beautiful, that’s all I could think. She walked inside my arms and I pulled her to me, holding my hips back along with my cock just a little bit to concentrate on kissing. But Li wouldn’t have it; she arched her back, thrusting her pelvis toward me. Ummm. I vibrated all over, and attempted to stick my tongue up her sinuses, but it only reached the roof of her mouth where it twirled around her tongue in a do-si-do. Slowly I turned my body away until my left hand could stroke her breasts without bending uncomfortably. There was just a gentle swelling there, but it felt to me like the breast that defines the concept of lovely. I had to see this. I slowly unbuttoned my way down the one-piece chemise she was wearing until my fingers were down to her navel. Then she lifted her arms and the chemise flowed off and formed a puddle around her feet. Her breasts were bare and free of the built in bra in her shift, I was amazed to see an amazing set of pencil eraser nipples, standing out an inch, puckered up like scrotum in cold water. My cock was telling me to get with it, but I was determined to enjoy this congress for a good long time, preliminary debates and all. My hand had a mind of its own as it broadened its range from her breasts and down over her stomach to her mound. “What’s the patch on your arm?” “Contraceptive.” I need to say something about Li’s features. Her frame was lean but well muscled in a smooth curvy way. Her stomach curved out with a sinuous grace, especially as it undulated in rhythm with her hips when she walked. Below her stomach gave way to twin valleys between her hipbones and delta --an island thinly covered in wispy hair, holding her scent. Her triangular mound’s light thatch didn’t begin to hide what lies beneath, the subtle seam beginning at the mouth of her delta and becoming some broader as it parted around the little island of her clitoris before swelling into the main stream at the atrium of her pussy before whirling down into the holiest of her secret places, her vagina and my fuck hole. Looking at her delta I could only imagine the warm spot waiting for me there. That was enough for now. Now I wanted to bewitch this witch with such magic that she would be in thrall to me forever. I looked down at her panties lying on top of her chemise. How did they get there? I didn’t remember slipping them down. Standing there, I suddenly realized that this would go better prone. I hugged Li and danced her to the edge of the bed and guided her down. Before I could push her flat, she stopped me—the first resistance I’d felt. “What?” I whispered. “Can I see you?” Before I could respond she was unbuttoning my fly to free my cock. It wanted to be free but my belt was holding it down. I loosened the belt and stepped out of my pants. My cock was standing proudly, sticking out the fly of my boxers. There was a time when I thought that was a sight that would repulse young women. There are so many jokes about flashers and I used to have an image of a female running home screaming from the sight of a cock; but I have gotten over that. It happened at San Luis, seeing all the naked Adonis’s, realizing how sexy a proud cock is. “You can feel it if you like,” I said. Li reached out to it slowly, found it and began to explore it the way I imagine a blind person might upon experiencing a cock for the first time. God, it made me feel like I could eat nails, chew glass, jump over buildings. But not breathlessly--I was breathless. I reached down and pulled the skin of my cock as tight as it would go. I showed Li how to polish the length of it with a light touch. Before long, Li was not content to feel it. She wanted to smell it, taste it, feel it rubbing against her cheeks, take it into her mouth. At first she was all over the landscape, but when I humped my hips at the touch of her tongue on my balls, she realized that she was onto something and she began to give my balls the thrill of their lives. “It’s dripping,” she said. “That’s precum. It’s completely normal,” I said. “It tastes good and it makes my saliva real smooth. I bet I could really slip my lips along it.” She took me into her mouth and started to fuck the three inches that fit easily into her mouth. When her lips met the lips of my glans penis, she was sensitive to how it affected me, so she lingered a while, just tripping back and forth across the ridge of the fireman’s helmet, driving me higher and higher. “You know,” I said, “If you keep doing that, I’m going to make a big mess in your mouth.” “You mean I’ll have cum dripping down my chin like a porn star?” “That’s right.” “But you might not like that. You’d rather come inside my pussy, wouldn’t you?” “There’s no reason why I can’t do both.” She started to work at my cock with more enthusiasm. “You can take it deeper,” I said. She did. “You’ve seen deep throat, haven’t you. You can do it. Anybody can. It’s just a knack.” She went deeper and deeper until I could feel her lips against my hair. The boiling of my balls was pronounced by now--all that foreplay and now this. There’s no shame in coming after this amount of excitement—especially if you’re like me and can stay hard. So I let it rip and enjoyed watching Li decide she could swallow it and then discover she could only try. Yes, semen was dripping down her face and I was delighted to lick it off, using it to lubricate our faces as we devoured each other. I turned around on the bed so my face was even with her hips, lying on my side facing her. My cock was still hard, not diamond hard, but hard enough to stick out. She was fascinated by it. “You have me confused, Li. I half believe you’re a virgin. You don’t know some things, but you do know things a virgin shouldn’t know how to do.” “Oh, I do, do I? Well, I am a virgin but my roommate has lots of videos and when she learned I was still a virgin and ready to lose my cherry, she gave me some instruction. But nothing really prepared me for seeing your great big man’s cock. I thought surely they have special effects to make them look so big in the movies. Surely nothing that big will fit in my little Asian pussy.” “That reminds me of a story my grandfather told me,” I said. “Would you like to hear it?” “Ummmm.” I took that to be a positive. As I started to tell the story, I spread Li’s legs and started to lightly massage her pussy. “You know, you have a beautiful pussy, Li. Your lips are almost purple and the inner surface is almost vermillion before it fades to pink where the river runs deepest. Just enough wispy hair so that this, (I brushed her hair with the hair on the back of my hand) this will drive you crazy.” Li’s hips thrust themselves at my hand. “When you do that, your lips spread and yawn at me, saying ‘come in, come in.’ Anyway, my gramps fought in the Pacific in World War II. Then he was with the occupation army in Japan. So he says, ‘When we were fighting at Iwo Jima, all we could talk about was how we hated the Japs and we had all kinds of stories about them, like how their cunts were slanted like their eyes.’ ‘What did you mean by that?’ gramps, I asked. ‘We figured they must have been, like sideways. Never mind the anatomical impossibility.’ ‘How do you know they weren’t?’ ‘I told you I was with the occupation. Man, you could buy Japanese pussy for a quarter. Good quality pussy. In fact, you could spend the night and she’d do your laundry and walk you back to base. And there wasn’t anything they wouldn’t have done for you.’ ‘And their pussies?’ ‘Just like white women--well, not quite. They are almost hairless, most of them.’” I leaned in toward the opening flower between her legs and took in her fragrance. “Ummmmmm. Well, I’m here to tell you grandpa was right. Your pussy is beautiful. Just a trace of light hair.” I ran my hand through her hair without touching flesh. “Beautiful, beautiful.” Her pussy was opening up without anything but a light stroke across her pussy hair. I pushed her lips apart with my fingers, opening her wide. She tried to turn herself inside out at the pussy but all she could do was open it wider. Inside her cunt I could see the buttermilk of her excitement. Viscous white cream with coddles of curd. I knew it tasted good on the tongue. I took that as evidence that the time had come to lick her up from asshole to clitoris with a single light stroke of my tongue. Her pussy strained against my tongue moving in the age-old rhythm of love. I followed with several more loving strokes before stopping at the top of a stroke to explore her clitoris. When she started humping her clit against my tongue, sticking it down into her pussy with the tip and rubbing her clit with my nose. Then I had to protect myself as she tried to pry my head off with her legs. “It’s time, Fred,” she panted. “Please. Now. Come in.” I kneeled down between her legs and reached under her knees, pulled them apart and up and crawled until my cock was up against her vagina, aligned perfectly. Then I settled down on my heels and started to slide the bulb of my cock up her vulva until it bounced off her clit. Then I’d drag it back down over her pussy and back up. She liked it, but it wasn’t what she wanted now. She pulled at my hips trying to get my cock to come in. Okay, I thought, if that’s what you want, let’s try this. I pushed the head of my cock into her vagina until the bulb was just inside. Then I pushed it in and out, allowing her pussy muscles to eject it when I stopped pushing it in. The longer this went on, the more determined Li was to have all of me and she finally got what she wanted by taking it until it would go no further, grabbing my ass cheeks and pulling hard. She gasped, tensed, and then when I didn’t move, she relaxed and I pulled back until my cock was outside, pushing at her entrance again. I found a position where I could either slide up her groove or duck in, and either way, my tip would trip against the twin lobes of her clitoris where it hanged down over the entrance of her vagina. By this time Li was moaning and only the fact we were in the dormitory kept her from screaming. Her head was turning from side to side as she rubbed the soft tissue of her vulva against me. Her breasts were bright red and her face glowed. “Did you like that?” I asked. “Darcy was soooooo right.” “Darcy? What do you mean?” “I told you my roommate got me ready for this, didn’t I?” “Well?” “Darcy’s my roommate, and she was so right. You are just the one I wanted to give my virginity to.” “Wow! Well, thank you Darcy, but I have better things to talk about now. Mainly, I have just begun to take your virginity.” My cock was still in position to walk the walk and I started to really fuck Li’s hot cunt. Up to now I had just been fucking around with it. Now I really fucked it. I threw myself in hard and used the base of my cock to mash around the soft tissue surrounding it, keeping up a steady pressure until I withdrew, reassembled and thrust forward again, always in attack. Force on force. Li was right there with me, countering every thrust with one of her own, taking my best blows and returning them with interest. At one point she held me off the ground by pushing her pussy up into the air as she stood on her shoulders—or did I push myself onto her that way? The only way I could fuck her was by jumping up and letting gravity bring me down. I rolled over and invited Li to mount me for a while. At first she couldn’t understand why I wouldn’t go all the way in, but by holding the tip of my cock in her atrium, I was able to use it to make paste of her labia, clitoris, and eventually her brain, until the all vibrated together with her pussy where I regularly dipped in for more moisture and a couple good thrusts. Much of my concentration now was to keep myself right on the edge of ecstasy without falling off the cliff. I was determined to build up to the orgasm of all time. I could feel the knife eating away at my guts, threatening to break through and spill my seed, but I fought it even as I refused to compromise. When one motion pushed me to the edge, I’d find another motion and more important than my rhythm was catching, then matching Li’s rhythm and then taking it away from her and driving her up another revolution in the long spiral to the big bang. Bobby Magee and me came up on the changer and I, on top, started to slide in with the slowest gentlest stroke possible, concentrating on the feeling of each wiggle and jiggle of our well-lubricated genitals against each other. The slower I went, the better it felt and then while time stood still I was still, poised about half way in Li’s hot cunt feeling the tingling of my balls that happens when the dam breaks. I sucked my balls in and thrust my cock in hard enough to wiggle the bed and make the springs jangle. Now the feet of the bed were squealing as they slid back and fourth across the floor and my stomach was slapping Li’s in the rhythm that drives the universe. Then, suddenly, Li opened her pussy for my seed and it came flowing in. Leaving me empty. St. Chester Ch. 07 Fred Has a Story to Tell All the characters in this story are fictional and over the age of 18. I don’t know how long we lay entangled on top of the bed. It felt like time didn’t count and we could remain there while the world spun along without us. This illusion was broken by the sound of the key in the lock. I tried to pull away from Li to present a decent appearance, but Li wasn’t having any of it. She held me locked in her embrace. The door opened and a face poked in. “Can we come it?” “Who’s we?” The door opened the rest of the way. “WE are!” Darcy and Joey came bouncing into the room together. “We won’t look . . .” Joey began, “if you don’t want us to,” Darcy finished, her curious eyes belying her words as she drank in the sights. “Isn’t he just wonderful?” she continued, addressing her words to Li. Li sat up, not attempting to cover herself in the process. “Definitely as advertised. I owe you big, roomy.” “Pass it along. I owe him big time, too,” Darcy replied. “Yeah, me too,” said Joey. “Why, Fred is becoming a Yenta, or something.” “Pfew,” I said. “I thought you were going to say, ‘pimp.’” “Not quite a pimp, I don’t think,” said Joey. “It’s more like he’s a sex therapist.” “Yeah, a teacher of sexual delights.” “Technique, too.” “I can see his ad now: Fred Fringle: Unlicensed Sex Therapist. He will get you off.” “Hey, guys. Let’s not make too much of this. I was just trying to lend a hand where it was needed.” “Yeah, lend a hand, a mouth, and a cock, more like,” Darcy laughed. “Always willing to help,” I replied. “Hey, thanks for making scarce, guys. Li and I really appreciated it.” “It’s okay. We had a pretty good time, too.” “How did you get so smart about fucking anyway?” Joey asked. “If you don’t mind me asking.” “Well, I learned a lot from Molly. I mean her body is a prime instructional aid, but I had a lot of help from some girls I knew in high school, too.” “You must have started young.” Li commented. “Actually, I got a pretty late start. You see I was one of the biggest dweebs of all time. But then something happened you’d never believe. “It happened like this. You see, there were four girls I hung around with. One day they got together for a slumber party. “In the way of young girls everywhere, they were talking about the guys they knew in school. One of them casually mentioned something that happened in English. “Mr. Freeman made everybody bring their ‘favorite’ poems to class. Everybody hated that assignment, but Mr. Jones told us ‘If some of you don’t have a favorite poem; just pretend, if you have to. Oh, yes, please be prepared to tell the class why you like it best.’ “Up to then,” she continued, “I’d never particularly noticed Fred Fringle. Unlike the rest of the guys and most the girls, he actually admitted to ‘grooving’ as he put it, the poem he read. At first he read with fits and starts, ‘I went out to um, the hazel wood, er, because a fire was in my head,’ but before long the poem started to flow and his voice became strong, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout. When I had laid it on the floor I turned to blow the fire aflame, But something rustled on the floor, And some one called me by my name: It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossom in her hair Who called me by my name and ran And faded through the brightening air. “By the time he got to the last stanza, I was enrapt” Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon, “By the time he finished, I was wet between the legs—something that had never happened to me before except at night in bed. The girls name was Melanie. Sometimes she thought she was too old (eighteen) for slumber parties, but in truth, she hadn’t become swept up in dating yet and had three special girl friends that were in more or less the same position, as she and they tended to hang together. That is not to say they didn’t manage to find dates to the major school dances, but rarely any other occasions, and the dances weren’t exactly hot dates if you know what I mean. Here’s the way she described the whole thing to me. I’ll tell the rest of the story in her voice. “Okay, you’re right. We are skaggs, at least in the popular opinion of the in-crowd of our school, for whom, if you don’t spend all your time toning and shopping and combing your hair, you are out in left field. If you read instead of watching MTV . . . I’m sorry, I’m getting carried away. It may be that I’m just bitter; I tell myself that I don’t want to be like them but if truth be told, and I have promised to tell the truth, if truth be told, I would like to have the kind of social life they do. I’m just not prepared to pay the price you apparently have to pay. So we four skaggs kinda hung out together and sleep over at each other’s homes. You guys, you wouldn’t like to hear what we have to say about you. Not that it’s that bad, but you’d be surprised. We’re thought to be prissy, but we aren’t prissy when we compare the guys in our class. You know, who has the tautest buns, the biggest bulge, the cutest dimples. Whose face we’d like to sit on. (Yes that’s right and we know what it means. You aren’t the only ones who sneak videos out of your parents’ bedrooms). I was the last to arrive Friday evening at Melody’s (not to be confused with me, Melanie) house and I could tell right a way that I’d missed out on something from the girlish (yes, I admit it, but come on, we are girls) laughter rolling up the stairs to meet me as I descended to the basement. “Okay, guys, what’s going on? What did I miss?” “Marsha was just telling us about the charades game in Mrs. Meelie’s room.” “Huh? I didn’t hear about it.” “Well, Jane the mane--I hate her hair—always wants to show off, so she was first to act out a word and she started by hugging herself so from behind it looked like she was making out with a guy, so everyone snickered and guessed, ‘making out,’ ‘kissing,’ making love,’ (Billy Freeman who’ll say anything said ‘fucking,” and like that and she keep egging everyone on as if they were close, but it went on and on and nobody could figure out what the hell she was getting at. Finally everyone gave up and she told us the answer was ‘wet.’ Mrs. Meelie said she didn’t understand what her acting out was trying to get at, and Jane said, ‘it’s like you’re making out and you get wet, you know?’” “Ick!” I said. “Super ick,” Melanie said. “but that’s not all. Mrs. Meelie got really bent. She turned bright red and grabbed Jane by the ear and dragged her out of the room and down to the office to talk to the vice principal.” “Yeah,” Marsha said. “I was in the office and the first thing I know, the Meelie drags Jane in and sets her down and walks into the principal’s office and then I hear ‘whisper whisper whisper,’ and then I hear Mr. Jones yelling, ‘there is no way I’m going to talk to Jane about what happens to her when she gets sexually excited.’ Then he says, ‘I don’t care. You take care of it, or I’ll just hold her until the end of the period and let her go. Really Mrs. Meelie, sometimes the best thing is just to do nothing.’” “I hate to say it, but the man can be cool. If only he weren’t principal.” said Melanie. Melody chipped in, “We’re lucky he’s principal and not Meelie.” Then Marsha said, “I just wish I knew what it was like to get wet because of what a guy was doing to me.” And I confessed that I’d got wet listening to Freddy read that poem I told you about. “Fred Fringle? But he’s a geek.” I’m not sure who said it but that was the general consensus. “I don’t care if he is a geek. I think he’s cute. I know he’s smart and to me, he’s as cute as any of the jocks and a lot nicer than most of them.” “You’re right,” said Melody. “Listen to us. Being down on the guys who are most like us. We should know better.” “Okay, I’ll give you that,” said Melanie. “Fred is kinda cute. But who are the other guys who are ‘our equivalents, as you put it?” We had quite a discussion and finally came up with a list: Fred, Louis, Danny and Mark. “I think we should kidnap them and make them do our will,” Melanie said in jest. “That would be hard.” “God, I hope it would be hard.” Everybody laughed at the double entendre. “What would your will be?” “Well, I’d like to get real hot and see what it’s like.” “Don’t you masturbate?” “You know I do, but it isn’t the same and you know that too. What else do we talk about.”? “How far would you go?” “I don’t know. Pretty far, maybe.” “Really?” “I don’t know. Why not?” “Don’t you want to stay a virgin?” “Not particularly. Do you?” The consensus was no. “But what if you don’t like it?” “Then I won’t do it. That’s pretty easy.” “You don’t really mean it.” “Maybe not, but I sure would like to give it a chance to happen.” “I know what you mean. I just isn’t fair that the jocks and cheerleaders have all the fun. You know, what we need is our own alternative ‘in’ group.” “Ha ha. ‘In’ group. Is that a double ententre?” “Man, I wish Mrs. Meelie never taught you that term. You see double meanings everywhere you look.” “Well, sorrie.” “Actually, that one’s pretty funny.” We fantasized all the way to dinner and after dinner we took the topic up again. Did we have to courage to act on this fantasy? If so, how? “How about a pool party?” “Oh sure, and your family can all take notes.” “Umm, Mom and Dad are going to a trade show in San Diego and Billy is going to stay with his Dad.” “That’s right, you have different fathers, don’t you?” “Yep.” “Are you suggesting what I think you are, Marge?” Yep, that’s right: Melanie, Melody, Marsha and Marge. The four ‘M’s. “Well, we could have a pool party with a very exclusive guest list.” “God, let’s do it.” “Okay,” Marsha the planner said. Who’s going to be in charge of refreshments? What are we going to drink? Can any one get booze? What else?” “How about some ice breakers?” “Melanie and I will take care of that.” “No, let’s all do that tonight. It should be a gas. I’m thinking strip poker . . . “ “No way. We’ll be in swim suits, how much stripping will there be?’ “How much stripping do you want?” “How about ‘Truth or Dare?” “I can get some really righteous dope from my brother,” I said. “Can we trust him?” “Don’t worry. He won’t bust us.” “This is going to be so cool.” “Should we get condoms? I mean, who will get condoms?” “Are you sure about that? We’re not going to like have an orgy, first thing, are we?” “Maybe not, but we should be ready.” “God, I can’t believe it. But we can’t do that. What if someone talked?" That was like a dash of cold water. What if, indeed. “We need some kind of insurance.” “What do you mean?” “Well, what if . . . “ I haven’t written in all the oohs, ahhs, and giggles. I’m not a professional writer, but I bet you can imagine where they go. About every other word, if you need help guessing. I could tell you all our plans, but instead, I’ll let you discover them as they unfolded. We made one big planning mistake. We didn’t have a list of alternates. Actually, only one of the boys couldn’t make it (and he was sorry) and we figured out his replacement during P.E. It’s a good thing the pool is indoors because God did not smile on our plans. It was raining like hell. But where we live, the pool has to be indoors or we’d hardly ever be able to use it because of the harsh winters and it would fill with pine needles the rest of the year. The pool is pretty small. The only reason we have it is because of my mom’s rheumatism. But living where we do, it doesn’t have to be big; it’s a treat at any size. The day arrived. I hadn’t slept for days. My nights were full of fevered dreams and fantasies that were too hot to be real. But I gave my imagination full reign. Freddy arrived first, and the sweetie, he even brought a bouquet of flowers. They were wild flowers, but it was still a sweet touch. “Can I help you get ready?” “Well, you could help . . . but actually, everything’s been ready all day. I haven’t thought of anything else.” “How many guys are coming?” “Three other ‘guys’ and three more girls.” “Is that all?” “It’s a small pool.” “Where is it?” I took Freddy down the trail to the pool house which is a pretty ideal party room with chaise lounges, lounge pads, a small bar with a barbecue and refrigerator and a couple of plastic tables, around which were arranged eight plastic chairs. “This is way cool. I never knew this was here. Oh, oh. Your folks left a 12-pack of beer in the refrigerator.” “Actually there are three more and no they didn’t. That’s for tonight. Have one.” Just then I heard the sound of tires on gravel and Freddy and I ran, cans of beer in hand, up to meet Louis and Mark who arrived in the same car with Melanie and Melody. Dan and Marsha didn’t arrive for another fifteen minutes but that wasn’t surprising because Marsha was picking up the pizzas. Putting the pizzas aside for later, boys and girls headed for their respective changing rooms where we girls giggled thinking about the boys reaction to the pin ups we’d pinned on their dressing room walls. Before long we were at poolside in our new suits yelling at the boys, what’s taking you so long. We were sure they would have erections and they probably did because when we didn’t stop yelling at them to come, they emerged carrying beach towels in front of them. “Here, let me have that towel, Fred,” I teased. Now let me say this; I don’t pretend that we were visions of loveliness. After all, we’re not ‘in’ and there’s probably a reason for this, but I think we looked damn good. We’d all spent a day in the big city, a four hour drive away, by the way, shopping for suits and the result was eight tiny pieces of cloth that didn’t make more than a bow to decency. The boys must have like them because they all said ‘wow’ before diving in the pool (to hide their reactions, I suspect). We followed close behind and proceeded to tease them in every way we could think of without being overt about it. Splashing, swimming between their legs while rubbing against their ball sacks, and thrusting our busts in their faces. After a while Marsha set stage one into action when she dived into the pool and ‘accidentally’ lost her top in the process. She stood with her hands over her breasts and asked if anybody could see the top, which she’d carefully tossed to the far side of the pool. Any of the guys who didn’t see a lot wasn’t trying as she artfully wiggled back into the top again. “You know I usually don’t wear a suit when I swim here. It feels really neat to go through the pool without a suit,” I said, from some experience. “I noticed,” said Marsha. “I mean, look at my nipples. Oops, I didn’t say that.” And she quickly put her hands over her breasts. It wasn’t much later that Danny was standing at the edge of the pool and Melody suddenly pulled down his trunks and pushed him into the pool where he didn’t land gracefully. His face was bright red as he quickly fumbled trying to pull his trunks up again but not before we could check him out. His butt was just as taut as I thought and his cock was erect, sticking out straight from his body. “Nice cock,” Melanie yelled. Danny blushed even redder. Mark, who is one of the coolest dudes, even if he isn’t in, said, “Do you want to see mine too?” “Who, me,” asked Melanie? “I’ll show you mine if you’ll show me your tits.” “Yeah, show us your tits,” said Danny. “Fair is fair.” Mark jumped out of the pool. Always one for the main chance, he quickly dropped his trunks and stood at the edge of the pool. “Is this what you want to see?” His cock was really erect and I suddenly realized that Danny’s cock had only been half hard because it stood out straight while Mark’s was pointing at the ceiling, bouncing against his stomach. After posing for what seemed like a long time—maybe five or six seconds, Mark jumped into the pool and swam over to Melanie and said, "I’ll help you with your top. " He quickly reached behind her back and before she could re-think the issue, he untied the string and threw the top as far up on the apron of the pool as it would go. “Nice tits. Really.” I’ll give Melanie this. She didn’t shrink from his inspection. I know she must have been shrinking inside, but she stood proud, back arched, thrusting her chest forward. And in justice, she had nothing to be ashamed of. Her tits were medium sized but more than any one of us, they had the classic ski-jump shape with the nipples just where the skier would have been when she took off on her jump. While she stood there, the world stood still for the rest of us and we watched as Mark slowly reached over to give her breasts a stroke, then another. Then he suddenly turned her around, dipped underwater, swam between her legs and lifted her into the air on his shoulders. “Is she beautiful or what?” he yelled. “What about the rest of you? asked Danny. “You’ve seen Mark and me and Melody. Are you going to sit back and watch or are you in the game?” Three bikini tops flew through the air, but when Freddy hurried to give my boobs a squeeze, I froze him. “Nobody is going to touch these tits who is wearing a suit.” Freddy’s suit flew up out of the pool where it joined our tops. Stage one was completed, and boys being boys, we four girls were soon astride our respective dates engaged in a spirited game of horse and rider. After playing for quite a while—long enough for the boys to lose their erections, and when most the fun was out of the game, we made our way out of the pool everybody got a beer. “I can’t help noticing that Danny’s cock looks quite different from the other guys,” Marsha mentioned casually, though it can’t have been as casual as all that. “He’s uncut,” said Mark. “What does that mean?” “The rest of us had our foreskin removed as infants. It’s called circumcision.” “I’ve heard of circumcision, but I didn’t know exactly what it meant. Actually, I still don’t.” “Isn’t it usually something the Jews do?” “For us Jews it’s a ritual,” said Danny, “But a lot of Gentiles do it too. It’s supposed to be for sanitary reasons.” “Oh. I don’t understand.” “Show her, Danny.” Freddy said. “Aw . . .” Danny blushed. “It’s okay, you don’t have to,” said Marsha. “Naw, I’ll show you. He pulled his foreskin back. “See, under this skin is always wet and makes a good culture for growing bacteria. I have to be careful to keep it clean.” “Then why doesn’t everybody do it?” “Well, it’s more sensitive with the foreskin attached so sex is more enjoyable and some people think you can last longer without coming because the penis rides inside its own skin.” “That doesn’t make sense, it can’t be both more sensitive and less.” “I guess that’s right. I can’t judge.” Danny blushed. “I still haven’t used it to make love.” By now his uncut penis was engorged with blood and standing proud. Marsha continued her questioning. “How do they remove the forehead?” Everybody laughed. “Foreskin, dummy.” “Foreskin. Anyway, how?” Mark showed her his circumcision scar. They cut right here. You can still see the scar.” Marsha put a finger and thumb around it. Mark’s cock leapt up and filled quickly until it was as erect as Danny’s. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m getting hungry.” I said. “I’ll put the pizza in the oven.” Freddy walked over to his suit and started to put it on. “Aw, don’t do that.” I said. St. Chester Ch. 07 “Well, it don’t seem fair—us guys walking around with our cocks wanking and you girls all with your bottoms still on.” “Well we have our tops off. Won’t that do you?” The other guys, seeing an opportunity, quickly started to look for their suits. Marsha brought this to a quick halt when she quickly stepped out of her suit’s bottom. “There, does that satisfy you?” “Look, she’s trimmed her pussy hair into a heart,” said Mark. “Way cool.” The guys all agreed. When the other three of us were coaxed out of our bottoms, it turned out we all had trimmed our pussies in an identical way. “Hey, the pizza’s ready. Come and get it.” “Ouch. It’s hot.” Freddy was rubbing at his crotch with a towel. “Maybe it isn’t such a good idea to eat pizza naked. The cheese sticks and burns.” We all took the hint and draped ourselves with towels. When the plates were all thrown away and the table cleared, I stood and said, “The four of us girls want to thank you guys for coming over tonight. Do you know what we all have in common? You don’t? It’s that we are all on the outside of the ‘in’ group. We’re skaggs, dweebs, nerds, but we’re also all intelligent and passably good looking.” A murmuring of agreement. “We got to talking about it and decided that the only thing to do that makes sense is to found our own ‘in’ group. Just the eight of us to begin with, but open to others later on. Are you interested?” “Damn right, I’m interested,” said Mark, quickly seconded by Freddy. It was that easy. “Let’s dance,” Marcia said. I had already put five CD’s in the player and put it on shuffle. So this became our first anatomy lesson. We learned that with people of average size, a guy’s cock comes up to our navels, or almost that far. No contact with the area we thought would enjoy the pressure, not that it was all bad. The thrill of skin-to-skin contact—that was a revelation. There wasn’t a soft cock to be seen. “This is really surprising,” Mark said. “How’s that.” “I’ve spent every day since I reached puberty trying to hide my all too frequent boners, thinking it was either an awful or comical sight, but looking at the four erect cocks, here, I think it’s actually way cool. Sexy.” “OH, sexy for sure.” “Well, then, what do you think we play a game spin the bottle?” “Aren’t we a little old for that?” “You won’t think so when you know the rules.” “Well,” said Freddy, “If you’re game, I guess I am. We can quit at any time, can’t we?” “Yes you can quit, but you have to promise, no matter what, that what goes on in our group is secret.” “Promising is easy. What if someone talks?” “That’s why we’re going to video-tape. It’s called black mail. You talk and selected segments of the day’s activity will be circulated.” “That’s damned smart. Who’s idea was that?” “What, you don’t think we’re smart?” “I didn’t mean it that way. Geeze, can’t you recognize admiration?” “Oh, that’s better. Sorry.” The video equipment was set up and two stacks of cards, half pink and half blue were put into the slots of an ‘UNO’ card tray. Meanwhile a cigar shaped joint started to circulate and quickly added to the buzz from the beer. “Who’s first?” Just like in class, Freddy immediately raised his hand. “Take a blue card.” Freddy read the card and looked up. The look on his face was something to see. “Okay, I guess.” He spun the bottle. It pointed at Mark. “Spin again.” “It’s closest to Marsha,” Mark said. “Marsha, it is,” said Fred. I’m supposed to lie down on the lounge with you and hug you for two minutes. No petting. Damn.” Marsha and Fred looked way cool. At first Fred’s cock was a little uncomfortable for both of them, but Fred soon found where it belonged. Well, not quite. He didn’t put it in, but it certainly ended up between Marsha’s legs where she could feel the slippery head, covered with precum, against the lips of her vagina which was also WET! Before the end of the two minutes you could see both of them moving their hips together and I’m certain they would have ended up fucking if the time hadn’t ran out when it did. “That’s pretty hot,” Melody said. “Damn straight,” said Mark. “Another double entendre?” “Let’s all try that,” suggested Melanie. Everybody was hot to try it. It was the coolest thing. The only light was the aqua light from the pool lights, under water. It was the first real exposure any of us had to the magic cocks and cunts coming together. When the time ran out, several of us wanted to continue, but Molly insisted we keep to our plan. There was method to this plan, after all. We wanted to be knowledgeable about the male gender—more knowledgeable that would come from going straight to go without collecting our $200. Fred took another card. “I’m supposed to show you what makes me hottest when I beat my meat.” “Here we go, Freddy.” I showed him to the single bar stool that had gone unnoticed among the rest of the furniture in the pool house and turned on the lights, blinding us for a moment. “Go for it.” Marsha stood right in front of Freddy while the rest of us crowded around. “The most sensitive part of my cock is where the foreskin attaches to the head of my cock.” As he said this he circled his already erect cock with his thumb and forefinger. When he pushed his cock head it almost looked like his foreskin was intact and the head of his cock was almost purple it was so red. “To begin, I just push the web of my thumb back and forth across this edge of the bulb . . . AH . . . I better stop. I don’t want to come.” “Why not?” “It’s too easy. I like to draw it out as long as I can. When I feel like I’m ready to come, I start to make long strokes from the bulb to the base of my cock without ever crossing the ridge . . . or I stop frigging my cock and massage my balls.” He showed us every move he described. The egg timer dinged. “That’s it. Okay, Marsha, take a card.” Marsha read, “Show him your clit.” She spun the bottle and it pointed straight at Danny. They quickly took their positions. Something about the seven of us standing looking at her was daunting. At first she just sat there covering her crotch with her hand and blushing red. “I don’t think I can do this.” “I can,” said Melanie. “No, she has to do it.” “Maybe not first,” said Melanie. “What do you think,” I asked. “No, I’ll do it,” said Marsha and she quickly spread her pussy lips and then froze in place. Then she let go and started to stroke her pussy on the outside. “I’m sorry, but I have to warm it up before I can stand to touch it. It won’t take long. I don’t know why, but that’s the way it is.” “Yeah, me to,” said Melody. “You can sort of tell when it’s ready because it opens up. And indeed, her pussy seemed to be immune to the embarrassment she was feeling and the pussy lips started to swell up and open. Then she spread them the rest of the way. Wetting a finger, first in her mouth and then in the inner depths of her sex, she started to stroke her clitoris up and down. “This is real tender and I have to lubricate my finger before I touch it. Ahh Ahh, yes, it’s starting to feel good. Now watch this.” With that, she spread her clitoris hood and showed us the tiny little pearl inside. “This is the core that you all hear about if you read Penthouse Letters. You do, don’t you?” Three of the guys said they did, but Danny said, “Naw, I read stories in Literotica.” “What’s that?” “I’ll tell you later. I want to pay attention. Reading about it is one thing, but as they say, a picture’s worth a thousand words.” “If a picture’s worth that, what’s the real thing worth?” “Immeasurable.” “Hey, are you selling stocks or what?” “Back to work.” Marsha was beginning to huff and puff when the timer went off. Mark was next. He spun Melody. “I get three minutes to play with her tits.” He sat her on the barstool. First he stroked her tits lightly. “Look at the nipples. They’re really getting hard.” He squeezed them between his fingers. Melody moaned and started to squirm in her chair. Mark moved around behind her and put his hands over both breasts and started to knead them while he put his face in the seam between her head and shoulder. Then he faced her again and bent over and started to suck her nipples, one, and then the other. She gave a huge sigh while her legs kept squirming on the chair as if her bottom was itchy. Mark’s cock was standing out with long beads of precum hanging down, with individual droplets traveling down them like bb’s rolling down an inclined plane in the physics lab. When he started to chew on her nipples Melody actually started to come and she wasn’t quiet about it. Moments later when the timer went off, there was a ripping sound when she lifted her butt off the seat. “My God, the seats dripping wet. Someone get a towel.” “I cannot believe it, I can’t believe it. I came. I came.” Melody kept repeating in wonderment. “That was the hottest I’ve ever been and I didn’t even touch my pussy. Oh, my!” Melody was next. She spun the bottle to point at Freddy. “Hey, don’t I get a turn, asked Louis?” “Be patient, Louis. Don’t be selfish.” “I’m sorry. Was I selfish?” “Don’t worry about it,” Melanie whispered in his ear. She took up position beside him and while they watched Freddy and Melody, she started to run her fingers over his chest. That held him pretty well, and he could still keep track of the action. “I get to explore Danny’s cock. Again, that is.” She laughed. “I hope you’re up to it.” His cock was standing tall and to confirm it he grasped it in his hand and pointed it at her. “Come and get it.” “Hop up,” Melanie said. She began by exploring the foreskin, something that was as interesting to the boys as the girls—well, maybe not as interesting, but interesting nevertheless. Danny kept arching his back to push his cock toward her, something he couldn’t help doing and this tended to slide his butt off the stool, which, while it made his balls accessible, made it uncomfortable for him. “Could I maybe lie down or something? Balancing on this stool just isn’t getting it,” Danny whined. With our agreement, he quickly took up a new position on a lounge pad facing up. Even the girls found the view of Melanie’s pussy exciting as they viewed from behind her ass, which was lifted up in the air as she faced Freddy’s cock. She discerned a faint trace of odor in the air and her nose twitched as she leaned in close to see where it was coming from. Yes, it was Danny. The smell of his cock and its glistening precum overwhelmed the smell of the chlorine from the pool. This worked to inflame her passions and she couldn’t help trying to stroke him with her fist like she’d seen him do, but she discovered that her hand was too small. It was awkward holding herself up with one hand while she used the other to stroke him but in an instant, she found the solution and leaned on both hands and let her pink little tongue flick out to taste his glistening cock head. “It tastes good!” she said in surprise. She gave it another lick, and another. Each time, Danny’s hips twitched involuntarily, thrusting his cock toward her lips. “Oh, I think I died and went to heaven.” Inevitably her lips kissed he head of his cock and equally inevitably, he put his hands on the back of her head and pushed his erect dick into her mouth. Melanie was shocked at herself—all the more so because instead of pulling back, she closed her lips on the head of his cock and sucked. If she’d been more experienced, she might have realized that her lips were on just that portion of his cock that he’d described as the most sensitive. She learned this when suddenly he tried to pull back. “I’m coming. Watch out.” Slow to realize what this meant, she was slow to pull back and so, before she could, the first spurt of sticky white cum came in her mouth confusing her so that she actually pulled his cock further into her mouth instead of pushing him away. Then, the slow movement of the sticky fluid down her throat made her realize that something had happened and she pulled away to see what and the second spurt hit her square in the face, followed by another to her breasts and a final spurt to the floor. “God, he really did it!” exclaimed Mark. While I ran over to the CD player on pushed a pre-selected button, Melody yelled, “Way to go, Melanie! You got him off.” Suddenly the CD blared out with a trumpet solo and I presented Melanie and Dan with red roses. “You win the prize for first to squirt.” Everybody clapped and cheered. “Oh that was so amazing,” said Dan. “Oh, Melody, I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself. You aren’t mad, are you?” “Mad? I’m so happy I could scream. That was soooo hot.” “I’ve got to wash off,” said Melanie. “It must have been hot, Melody. Your pussy is full of white fluid just like you came too.” “It is? How can you tell?” “It’s your posture. You were exhibiting your pussy to us just like you were on exhibit.” You could see Melody think about that. “I guess I was, wasn’t I. I didn’t even think about it. All I could think about was getting his cock further into my mouth. How can that be? Is it supposed to be a big treat for the girl? I guess it is. “I can tell you, it made me hot, just watching.” We took a couple minutes to clean up. Somebody was thinking when she stocked the bar with several rolls of paper towels. “Okay, Louis, Here’s your chance. Are you ready?” “Boy am I ready.” Louis spun the bottle and it pointed at Marge. “I have to eat her out.” “No you don’t. You can go home if that’s the way you look at it.” “NO. No no no. I didn’t mean it that way. I’m sorry. Loose lips. I am eager to eat you out. Pease don’t make me go.” “I think it will go better on the mat,” said Freddy speaking from experience. At first Louis was so tentative that Marge could hardly tell his tongue was lapping her cunt. Actually, it was just barely stroking the lips of her pussy with light licks while he got settled into position and sampled the smell. “I thought this was going to be unpleasant but it’s actually kind of good smelling.” Marge couldn’t help pushing her pussy toward his face to get more pressure and she gasped, “Why don’t you try tasting it?” With that, Louis spread his tongue out and gave Marge’s pussy a full-length lick from asshole to clitoris, although he didn’t know that. He only knew he got the whole Maryanne and liked it just fine. “I think everybody should try this,” Mark said. Agreement was immediate and faster than light, everybody was prone, in pairs on the lounge pads the lay scattered on the floor. Before joining them, I turned off the lights again so we had only the under water pool lights to illuminate the scene. But we really didn’t need to see what we were doing. I don’t know about the others, but I kept my eyes closed most the time. It was too intense otherwise. Sometimes, your brain can only take so much. Like when you first turn the lights on in a dark room and you have to use just one eye at first. I confess that after a while I had a truly splendid orgasm, the likes of which I never had from playing with myself, and a while later I opened my eyes and looked at Mark’s eyes as they looked back and forth from my crotch and then up to make contact with my eyes. But I noticed that Mark kept looking over to the side and when I followed his eyes, I saw Louis raise up to his knees and bring his penis up to a spot directly lined up with Marge’s cunt. “Is he really going to do it?” I whispered. Mark didn’t’ have to answer. God, I’ll never forget the sight. Louis’ cock was so big and so erect in its red faced, pre-cum dripping eloquence and it didn’t hesitate once it found the mark; it just slid in and, of course I could hear Marge gasp just before she wrapped her legs around him and started to move in unison with his hips. Mark and I couldn’t help ourselves. We wanted in on the action. I pulled on Mark’s shoulders, grabbed his cock, just in case he wasn’t clear about having permission. Then, just as he was about to line up and enter, I had a sudden thought. “Marge, you idiot. Get a condom.” Louis said, “Boy are you out of it. I put a condom on while you had your eyes closed.” Actually, it didn’t come out quite like that. More like, “Boy, puff pant, are you puff, out of Aiyee it.” And so forth. “How did you know I had my eyes closed?” “How do you think?” Anyway, I pushed Mark away and ran over to the counter where a bowl of condoms lay ready. Mark and I were in such a hurry, it was almost comical trying to steady our hands sufficiently to get the damn, but necessary thing on.” Melanie, always the practical one, said, “Don’t forget to get all the air out and leave space for the semen.” We did all that and finally Mark found himself between my legs again. I understand that some people have trouble the first time. That’s what we learned from the web, and that’s why we’d planned the evening with sufficient icebreakers that we were sure to be physically ready when the moment came. But I have to do a better job of telling you what it was like. At first I felt so full, I wasn’t sure Mark wasn’t going to rip something and hurt me forever. But soon my vagina stretched out to where it wanted more than Mark had to give me and I could only make him fill me by twisting and turning every which way. I discovered early on that I could lift my ass off the floor with my feet and counter every move Mark made with an appropriate thrust of my own. That was while I could still look at what was happening objectively. But before long I was completely taken out of my consciousness and alive only to the moment. The constant motion of Mark’s big cock slithering all around my swollen cunt was just indescribable. In, out. Up, down. He had a way of twisting his cock inside my cunt like an old-fashioned bottle opener, scraping the side of his cock against the tightly stretched ring of my vagina. What’s really amazing is that all this didn’t take but about five minutes and then, like Yellowstone Park, geysers started to erupt all around the lanai. I wonder if ever four virgins were taken voluntarily in the same space, place and time in such a manner as we? I certainly can’t think of a better way for it to happen. Not only did we fulfill our wildest dreams, but also we learned a hell of a lot along the way. In one evening, we learned more about sex that any of the so-called cool set. And that was just the beginning. We also learned that at age 18, a guy can come several times in one evening. And that was the first evening. It didn’t really matter if it was at my folk’s pool, the motel where Danny works, part time, or the other many places our new in-group met. We got it on and on and on.