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Suburban Underbelly Ch. 01

By: fastandsloppy



Dear prospective reader; this is a four part group sex tale that also contains other flavors of sexual perversion. It is a work of fiction and is meant to be entertaining rather than enlightening or socially responsible. I will post the chapters 2 -- 3 days apart.

All characters are at least eighteen.

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It was about three fifteen on a hot Friday afternoon and, although I didn't know it yet, in the next forty eight hours I would lose not only everything I owned, but a part of myself as well. And I'm not talking metaphorically here, I mean a part-of-myself: a fucking chunk of... well, I'll get to that in due time. It'd be better if I just start at the beginning.

I had been summoned to the superintendant's office and was buzzing with misplaced optimism as I trotted across the parking lot that separated Palmetto South High School from the district's administrative offices. I thought this was going to be my big break. Why else would Mr. Dungee want to speak to a mere substitute teacher if not to offer him a permanent faculty position? As a twenty two year old, recently certified kid holding a bachelor's degree with the ink barely dry, it was everything I'd been hoping for.

Except when I entered Frank Dungee's office, still dripping sweat from the short trip through the broiling, late spring Gulf Coast air, I could tell something was wrong. He sat back from my regrettably clammy handshake, sagged heavily onto his crossed forearms and looked at me over the smudged lenses of his glasses. "Thanks for coming by," he said in a tired voice.

"No problem, Mr. Dungee."

"Actually Dan, there is a problem."

"Oh?" I asked, trying to think of what I might have done wrong. My only recent misconduct was drinking four PBRs and masturbating to free, poor quality porn clips for an hour last night. But I couldn't imagine this meeting had anything to do with that. Professionally I'd been straight as an arrow since I'd started subbing at the district three months ago. I was always on time, I stuck to the lesson plans and I had even managed not to ogle any of the primo young tail that flounced around in front of me every day. And that wasn't easy, given the way they stared at me with dewy doe eyes during class and left little anonymous notes in big loopy girl handwriting with hearts over the I's and smiley faces in the O's; notes I quickly destroyed whenever they turned up. I had been very careful.

"Now, I want to be clear that you've done nothing wrong," said Frank.

"Well, that's good," I said, but I knew it wasn't. No one ever reminded you you've done nothing wrong unless they were about to screw you over.

"Dan, one of the greatest challenges in running a school district like this is the parents. This is a very up-scale little community and the citizens expect a sometimes onerous level of responsiveness from their public servants."

I nodded. The other teachers, the real teachers, complained about the parents' ridiculous demands and expectations all the time.

"So we here in administration have to choose our battles carefully."

"Of course."

Dungee took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes with his hands while I thought furiously of what he could possibly have done to piss off any of the rich assholes who populated this cul-de-sac suburb.

"You see Dan, we've got a few complaints from parents that you are a little too popular with the female student body."

"What? You're kidding, right?"

"I wish I was."

"No offense Frank, but that's bullshit."

"Yes, Dan. Yes it is. And as I said, we know you haven't done anything wrong. But when a concerned parent looks into their daughter's diary and reads an elaborate sexual fantasy involving a very young teacher they... Well, their response is more heated than rational."

"So what are you saying?"

"We're not going to be calling you in for any more substitute assignments."

"You're firing me because some asshole's little girl is fingering herself to fantasies of me?"

"Let's not be crude, Dan."

"It's already crude, Frank. I need this job. I'm barely treading water financially. Until I get a real teaching position I've got nothing else to keep me fed."

"I understand that. That's why I am telling you this unofficially. So you don't expect a call that's never going to come."

"Fuck."

"Please Dan, you aren't being fired. We're just not going to be contacting you for any future assignments. Since substitute teachers are essentially day-to-day contract employees, as far as the district is concerned this is the easiest, cheapest solution to this problem. I just want you to know so you can make other arrangements."

So that was that. I wasn't fired, but I didn't have a job either. What pissed me off the most was that I ended up thanking Frank for the "favor" of telling me they were cutting me loose. I didn't even have the balls to slam the door on my way out.

I stomped out into the soul sucking wet fire we Gulf Coast folks call "air" and paused in the shade of a ginkgo tree to loosen my tie and collar. Off to my right I saw the cheerleading squad filing into a school bus to be taken to a competition. Several of them spun around to look at me, causing their short skirts to twirl further up their firm, coltish legs. They flashed cute smiles and waved.

"Hi Mr. Y," they shouted in playful, sing-songy voices.

"Afternoon, ladies," I replied and I nodded briefly. Out of habit I averted my eyes after the briefest of glances.

"You gonna wish us luck Mr. Yost?" called one of them.

I raised a hand and called "Good luck," adding "Not that I have any to spare," quietly to myself.

The girls giggled and I turned to walk off in the opposite direction. It occurred to me that it might teach Dungee a lesson if I went up and started hitting on the cheerleaders. Since I'm not employed here anymore, I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I fucked each and every one of their adorable faces, eh Mr. Dungee? I thought maliciously. But I knew better. Once those girls found out I wasn't a "teacher" anymore the taboo would be gone and so would the desire. I was only wanted because I was unobtainable.

I began my walk to the bus stop. My horrible old Pontiac was in the mechanic's with a transmission problem that had been fixed but not paid for, so I'd been taking public transportation for the last two weeks. Now that I didn't have a job I wondered how the hell I'd pay off the repair bill and get he damn thing back. For that matter, without the car I wondered how the hell I'd get a job. It was all very depressing. So when I looked up to see the goth girls of Palmetto South lounging around a white Toyota parked under an oak tree, it was refreshing to be confronted with the clique dedicated to unfocused gloominess.

There were four of them; all in dressed in black of course. Cindy Kwan, or "Sin-Dee", as she had started signing her name on assignments, was their leader and she sat on the hood of the car as if holding court. She was a senior; a pale, wispy Asian with lank, jet black hair and dark, expressionless eyes. Next to her, leaning against the front right quarter panel, was a tough, boyish looking, auburn haired girl in black denim and biker boots who I never saw in school; only in the parking lot. I wasn't sure if she'd graduated, dropped out or been expelled. Seated next to Cindy was Palmetto South's premier genetic curiosity, Ramona LeFarge. She was a legally blind albino who always wore shapeless black clothing and a full veil to keep her sensitive skin out of the brutal southern sun. She sat clutching her white cane in both velvet gloved hands as she nodded along to whatever Cindy was saying. The last was the newest addition to their group, Madison Mallard. She had been a subject of much concern in the teacher's lounge for it disturbed the faculty greatly when a smart, pretty girl quit the cheerleaders and started hanging out with one of the unpopular sub-cultures. She looked like a fashion photographer's version of a goth-chick with big, dark sunglasses, a black kerchief wrapped tightly over her head, a tight, black, long sleeved mini-dress and spike heeled, knee high, black suede boots. The dark side looked good on her.

I realized I must have stared too long when Cindy said something and they all turned towards me at once. I said, "Afternoon ladies," and prepared to walk past on my way to my bus.

"Still riding the bus, Mr. Y?" asked Madison, letting slip a very non-gothy smile that lit up her face like a perky residue from her pep squad days.

"Yeah, the car's still in the shop," I answered. For some reason the students all seem to find my automotive troubles to be both fascinating and amusing. In a wealthy town where owning a car more than three years old was considered a sign of near poverty, being without a car at all was bizarre indeed.

"So, you wanna ride?" she asked, almost as a taunt. I got offered rides from students all the time, but always turned them down to avoid any perception that I was mixing too freely with the kids. I was about to refuse when it occurred to me that I had no such professional concerns any longer.

"Yeah, I'll take a ride. It's too hot to wait at the bus stop today."

I don't know about Ramona because her veil covered her face completely, but I could see the three other girls' mouths drop open in surprise. Madison recovered first, affecting a who-gives-a-shit shrug and a wry half smile. "OK, Mr. Y. Let's go then," she said.

She waved a quick goodbye to her friends as I followed her down the mostly empty row of cars. I made a great show of not staring at her tight, curvy ass while surreptitiously doing just that out of the corners of my eyes. After a short walk she stopped at a new red Porsche 911 Turbo convertible.

"Wow, this is yours?"

"Yeah, Birthday present. I just got it last weekend."

"Oh. Happy birthday then," I said while looking over the car with unabashed automotive lust.

"I think my dad was hoping I'd snap out of my gloomy phase if he bought me something snazzy. I'm tempted to take it out and wrap it around a tree."

"Oh don't do that. It'd be a crime against engineering," I said. "Dangerous too."

She popped the locks with her remote and I settled in. The pale leather seats caressed my ass as the car started up with a low purr. I was checking out the console when she suddenly accelerated in reverse too quickly and then stopped with a squeal, causing my head to slap backward and bounce off the headrest.

"Shit. I'm sorry. I'm still getting used to this thing."

"No problem, just let me ride in here at least a mile before you kill me," I said. I reached up and fastened my seatbelt. It was a wildly overpowered vehicle for a new driver.

She gingerly eased the car up to Jackson Parkway and waited for an opening in the heavy traffic. I could sense her nervousness by the way she gripped the wheel and peered at the oncoming vehicles with spastic jerks of her head. Although it had occurred to me that my early death would solve my problems, I began feeling anxious nonetheless. Finally she punched the accelerator and the Porsche skittered out into traffic briefly before fish-tailing across two lanes and ending up on the sidewalk. If I had been waiting at the bus stop she would have flattened me. It was a nerve-wracking fifteen yard trip.

"Shit. I hate this car," she said.

"I thought you'd been kidding about wrapping it around a tree."

"Let me just calm down. I can do this."

I looked over at her and noticed her kerchief had slipped back on her head when we jumped the curb. A short tuft of bright green hair was poking out from the front.

"Hey, your hair is green!" I said.

"Oh, yeah. It sure is."

"You don't like it?"

"I don't even know what I like anymore. It's like this stupid car; everything is going too fast for me lately."

Poor kid. I knew the feeling. My God-awful teenage years were still a pretty fresh memory. "I bet you've been thinking about getting a tattoo, right?"

She didn't answer. She just stared at me with a "what business is it of yours" look.

"Just... well, if you haven't yet, consider putting it off until you've calmed down a bit."

She continued to stare me down.

"Let me show you something," I said. I reached under my seatbelt and pulled up my shirt and tee-shirt. Twisting in my seat I displayed my private shame. It was located along my right side, on my ribs several inches beneath my armpit.

"What is that?" she said leaning over to look at my tattoo.

That's what everyone said when they saw it. It was supposed to be a sexy female devil pissing on an anatomically correct heart, a memento of an extreme period of heartache. However, it had been done by my art school friend Dante who was unskilled with ink and needles and, frankly, art, so it ended up looking like connect the dot drawing of a retarded stripper giving birth to a ham.

"It's a homemade tattoo I got when a girl I loved broke my heart."

She reached over and ran her fingertips over the image. The feel of her hand on my ribs; the warmth of her breath on my chest as she leaned in close; the smell of her perfume; it all sent a wild thrill through my body. She's just a kid, I told myself. Hands off!

"What's it suppose to be?"

Since I was trying to teach her a Valuable Life Lesson I went ahead and told her. It took her a while to stop laughing.

"My point is, if you are in the type of mood to dye your hair green then regret it, getting your skin permanently altered might not be a good idea."

"OK Mr. Yost, point taken," she said with a smile.

"I like the green hair though."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I've always thought punk chicks were cool."

She smiled again, pulled off her kerchief and shook her hair out into a spiky green mess. Not only was her hair neon green, it was cut short too. I thought of her straight, sandy blond hair that used to sway across the top of her ass when she'd walk ahead of me in the school corridor. Despite what I told her of my opinion of punk girls, I thought it was damn shame she'd cut it all off. Still, the green was striking and Maddie was attractive enough to make any hair color or style look good. I found myself wondering what had got her so depressed that she wanted to wreck her car, hair and social status.

"So, where you headed Mr. Yost?"

"Call me Dan," I said like I was a cool teacher rather than an unemployed one. "I live just outside of town on Tyerman Road; it's off Jefferson; other side of the canal."

She eased the car into motion. I turned and looked at her as she concentrated on driving. "So, why the sudden shift in personal style Maddie?"

"I go by Madison now," was all she said.

"OK. Same question, Madison."

She looked at me suspiciously, like she expected me to berate her if she told me the truth. Finally she merely shrugged and spoke. "Well, Dan, I just finally noticed that the world sucks and most people are idiots."

"Ouch," I said. "That's always a rough discovery; like figuring out there's no Santa. It didn't occur to me until I was nineteen."

"So you're saying everyone goes through this phase?"

"No. Just those who care... and are smart enough."

She looked at me and smiled reluctantly before turning quickly back to the road when she almost hit a pickup truck. I cowered in my seat until she turned back to me. "So, what should I do?"

"Sorry kiddo, nobody knows. Behind that door lies the meaning of life."

She considered this for about a minute. "I think you're gonna be a great teacher some day."

"Ha!" I laughed, if only she knew. "I don't know about that. Presently my only goals are getting my car back and my air conditioner fixed."

"Your house doesn't have air conditioning?"

"Not that's currently working, no."

She stared at me from behind her big, dark Dolce and Gabana sunglasses for several weird seconds. Finally she turned back to the steering wheel when our light turned green.

"I've got a better idea, Dan," she said without looking at me.

Ten minutes later we pulled up in front of a huge mock-tutor mansion that was wedged between the country club golf course and the country club lake. She pulled around back and tucked her car into the five slot garage. There were a couple of other cars parked at the far end.

"Your folks home?" I asked, a little nervously.

"Ha! Yeah right. Mom and my step-dad show up for a couple of days every month or so, make sure I'm alive, toss me some money and they're off to Paris, L.A. or wherever. They're not really into the domestic thing."

"Oh," I said.

"Come on, I'm going to help cool you off."

I followed her out of the garage onto a flagstone patio tastefully decorated with quality outdoor furniture, expensive sculpture and professionally trimmed topiary all arranged around a large in-ground pool with a diving board and a slide. She motioned to the pool and asked, "So you want to cool off?"

"I didn't bring a bathing suit."

"Use your underwear then: or are you going commando today?" she asked with a taunting grin.

I was befuddled. Was she coming on to me, or was she just letting me use her pool? I got the distinct impression that something sexy was brewing, but I wasn't sure. It was so hard to tell what she was thinking with her eyes hidden behind those big sunglasses. Besides, she was obviously in a confused mental state lately. It'd be wrong to encourage her.

Finally she just shrugged and started heading back to the house. "Well, while you decide I'm going to get my swimsuit," she said as she strode into the house and left me standing there alone.

So I stripped down to my faded dark blue boxers and jumped into the pool.

I was doing slow laps when she returned. She had on a short, floral print silk robe and a white, wide brimmed sun hat. She had left her sunglasses inside and I could see her hazel eyes surrounded by heavy eyeliner. I stood up in the shallow end as she approached.

"Hello," was all I could think to say.

"So, Mr. Dan, would you help me put on my sunscreen?"

The thought of smearing slick, greasy sunscreen all over her flesh brushed away all my tortured considerations of Madison's youth and confusion. I hate to say it, but I knew right then that I'd be fucking her within fifteen minutes. And I didn't resist: not at all.

As I stepped from the pool my wet boxers clung to me like paint, leaving no mystery of the contours of my package. Her eyes dropped to look me over and I self consciously pulled at the front of my shorts to separate the fabric from my skin. I flashed an abashed smile but she only held out a bottle of SPF 60 Coppertone and turned to face away from me. I squirted a generous dollop into my palm as she shrugged off her robe. She was naked.

"You're naked," I said.

"Does that make you uncomfortable?" She asked as she turned back around. She stepped close so her rigid nipples brushed lightly against my chest. She reached down and took hold of my cock through my boxers. I had gone rock hard in record time.

"Only in the best kind of ways," I said.

"Maybe if you were naked too..." she said and started to push my underwear down. Madison slid them to my ankles and I stepped out of them, leaving her squatting before me with my cock bobbing in her face. She grasped the base of my shaft and brought my head forward to take me into her mouth. As I felt her soft tongue slide back along the tender underside of my grateful dick I moaned loudly. The girl knew how to suck.

I still had a healthy handful of sunscreen so I began to rub it into her shoulders and down her back as far as I could reach without disturbing the rhythm of what was turning out to be a very excellent blow job. But finally she released me from her mouth and straightened up a little on her knees. She reached up to take my hands and guide them to her tits. "Don't forget to get these covered," she said with mock earnestness. I obliged, massaging her breasts with gusto. They were about C cups I guessed, perfect for... well, I forced them together, slid my cock into the slick crevice of her cleavage and began to pump a slow tit fuck on my erstwhile student.


Suburban Underbelly Ch. 01



"Oh, Mr. Yost... I want you inside me," she said with desperate intensity after a few heavenly minutes.

That was definitely something I was interested in. However as soon as she said it I realized a problem. "Shit, I don't have a condom."

But Madison was one step ahead of me. Reaching down into her discarded robe she pulled a slim little package from the pocket and began to tear it open. With her face an adorable mask of concentration she unrolled it onto my prick before standing up and taking me by the hand.

"Over here," she said and guided me to a padded lounger where she lay back with her legs open. I gazed down at her tight young snatch shimmering with wet desire as her juices bloomed across her lust engorged lips.

I thought I was doing her a favor when I got down and brought my face between her thighs, but she grabbed my hair and pulled me up her body. "No. I want you to fuck me Mr. Yost," she told me.

"You can call me Dan."

"It'll be more fun to call you Mr. Yost while we do it."

Well I couldn't argue with that, so I brought my ready meat to her slick hole and with a slight push began to feed myself into her. She trembled with appreciation as I filled her; saying, "Yes Mr. Yost. Deeper Mr. Yost," et cetera, as I began to slowly pump in and out. She threw her long, svelte legs around my body and dug lightly into my flesh with her fingers as I pushed us both towards climax. I brought my face down to hers and we kissed greedily as our bodies melded and matched rhythm. With no further direction or verbal synchronization our tempo slowly increased as we hungrily took each other. Soon I was thrusting into her with wicked jabs that she accepted with grinding oscillations of her hips. We were bathed in each other's sweat and breathing one another's gasping exhalations as we struggled to maintain our punishing pace. When I felt her limbs start to grow tense at the same time I felt my bones begin to tingle with the buzz of my rapidly building orgasm, I knew we had almost run our course. Madison cried out and dug her nails painfully into my back as I began my final jerking pushes against her twisting, writhing body. We quaked like two people being shocked in tandem until we shuddered to a gradual stop in a pile of sweat streaked flesh. Neither of us could catch our breath.

"Oh... God..." she panted. "I've never come like that before."

"What? Come like what?"

"During sex. Holy fuck. Holy fucking Christ. Do you think you can do that again?"

"I'm willing to try, let me catch my breath." We lay together breathing heavily as I felt my spent penis deflating inside Madison until it flopped free. I sat back. "How about a little swim then we can try again," I said as I stood.

Looking down at Madison I saw her eyes open wide in horror. Following her gaze I looked down at my latex encased dick. A short rip split the tip of the condom, a fine filament of sperm swung free in the light afternoon breeze.

"Oh shit," I said.

"Oh no. No, no, no, no," said Madison frantically as she pushed at her abdomen trying to squeeze my seed from inside her. As I watched, a pearly flow of jism slid from her vagina. "I can't get pregnant. I can't. I can't."

"Oh shit," I said again.

"I know! I know. I can feel them in there, wriggling around. God damn it!"

I doubted that were true, unless I had the beefiest sperm ever. However I knew it was pointless to talk logic to her while in the depths of a pregnancy panic, so I tried a different tack. "Look, we'll go get you a morning-after pill..."

"Ho-lee fuckin' shit. What the fuck do we have here," said a young man's voice from behind me. I turned around and saw Thomas Scofield entering the patio followed by two of his football team buddies.

"Oh shit," I said yet again.

"Get the hell out of here Tommy!" screamed Madison.

"What, so you can go back to fuckin' the sub? I don't fuckin' think so, you goddamned slut."

She started to get up but Tommy stepped forward and pushed her back down onto the lounger. His buddies stopped on either side of me. I felt even more naked than I was, even though I was already totally nude but for the split condom.

"Leave us alone!"

"What so you can cheat on me some more?"

"We're not even going out you douche."

"Hey bitch; we're goin' out as long as I say we are." He reached down and grabbed a handful of her green hair and shook her head roughly. "And you can make yourself into as big a freak as you want and hang out with the pathetic losers in school, but you're still gonna fuck who, when and how I say so. And while were on the fuckin' subject, I don't remember saying you could bang Mr. Y."

Tommy's buddies laughed. I stepped forward, saying, "Hey Tom, you're outta line here."

"Back off, sub. This is between me and this little slut cunt of mine. If you don't want me tellin' everyone at school that I saw you nailing this little green haired bitch you'd best just back the fuck off."

I was taken aback by his tone. I felt like slugging him once in the mouth but he was a big guy. His two friends were even bigger; built like Neanderthals. They looked me over like they were measuring me for a coffin.

"Do what he says Dan," said Madison; tears leaking from her eyes and leaving black trails down her cheeks.

"Yeah, listen to the bitch," said the high school gorilla to my left.

Tommy smiled at me with a mirthless grin. "Just have a seat Mr. Y, and enjoy the show while me and Cody and Harris gang fuck the shit out of your favorite student." He began unbuckling his belt as his friends moved around to encircle Madison.

I was in shock. They were going to rape her while I watched and there wasn't shit I could do about it other than get a beating to demonstrate my sympathy. Out of instinct I started edging away. One of Tommy's big friends, Harris I think, grabbed Madison's wrists and pulled her arms tight up over her head. Cody grabbed one of her legs. "I call dibs on her ass," he said. Madison started sobbing.

"What's wrong, jolly green slut, scared of having your ass poked?" laughed Harris.

"Yeah, I say it's about time we popped your brown cherry," said Tommy. "I think you might even like have three dicks in you, once we stretch you out a bit."

That's when my pinky toe nudged something metallic on the ground. Looking at my feet I saw some pruning sheers a gardener must have forgotten after trimming the topiary sculptures. I looked up again and all three brutes had their dicks out now. They had pulled Madison up and Cody was lying down beneath her while Tommy smeared sun screen into her ass and Harris fingered her pussy. She looked over at me with a sad look in her eyes.

That look froze in my mind as I scooped up the sheers and reached Tommy in two long strides. I stepped beside him as I opened the blades and gingerly clamped them around his exposed cock. He nearly jumped in alarm, but the sheers now holding his prick settled him down pretty quickly.

"OK boys. I'm putting a stop to this."

"Holy fuck," said Cody as he jumped up off the lounger.

"Hey... eaaasy Mr. Y. We were just playing around... We... um..." sputtered Tommy.

"Well I'm not playing around you rapist fucks. I'll sheer your prick right off and there isn't a jury in the world who'd fault me," I said, knowing that any jury from around here would probably send my ass to jail for decades if I cut off the dick of a promising young quarterback. But I was on a roll, hypothetical facts be damned. "Tell your buddies to take off the rest of their clothes and jump into the pool."

"What?"

"Tell them to get naked and jump into the FUCKING POOL!" I shouted in my best psycho voice.

"Do it guys. Do it!"

They sullenly pulled off their clothes while Madison grabbed her robe and darted around behind me. Finally naked, Cody and Harris jumped in the pool and looked up at me with "now what asshole?" stares while treading water in the deep end.

"Swim to the center." I commanded them. "Go start your car," I told Madison.

She ran to the house to lock the door and turn on the alarm before disappearing into the garage. I had a momentary what-if panic when I wondered if she might take off and leave me with three naked and pissed off football players. But it was too late for such considerations. I had to trust Madison and forge ahead with my plan, so I awkwardly walked Tom Scofield to the deep end of the pool and pushed him in. Then, in a naked flash, I was running across the patio towards the garage, scooping up my pants as Cody and Harris began flailing at the water to get out and grab me before I could get away.

I darted into the garage and locked the door behind me. I paused at a pegboard hung with a wide variety of barely used tools to find something sharp. As I grabbed an awl, the door to the patio began to tremble as the boys started pounding on it. Madison revved the engine of her Porsche as I jammed the awl into the front right tire of Tommy's new Mustang GT. It started to deflate with a satisfying hiss. I jumped into Madison's car and she left long rubber tracks as she raced down the driveway and into the street.

As she drove through the twisting, tree-lined residential streets I struggled to wiggle into my pants. Once I had, she stopped the car with a sudden squeal and reached over to throw her arms around me and kiss me violently. "You saved me. You actually fucking saved me. Oh God, it was like 'Princess Bride' or something."

"I got the impression they'd attacked you before."

"Yeah," she sighed. "I made the mistake of letting Tommy and Austin Farley tag-team me once and now Tommy thinks he's my fucking pimp. He keeps bringing different guys by to do me while he watches. Of course the whole school thinks I'm a total whore now."

"Holy shit. That's terrible."

"I'm sorry I got you involved."

"Should we go to the cops?"

She laughed joylessly. "Are you kidding? I've got a reputation as a slut and Tommy's the quarterback of the football team with a scholarship to Georgetown. They wouldn't do shit."

As I thought about how depressingly true that doubtlessly was, Madison pulled into a strip mall and drove around back. We went down the row of steel doors set in cinderblock walls, clustered utility meters and reeking dumpsters until pulled up next to a door that had "Suburban Underbelly" stenciled on it.

"Here we are," she said with a relieved smile. "Sanctuary."

She pulled out her phone and speed-dialed a number. After a short time she just said, "I'm out back," and hung up. A few seconds later the back door opened a crack and Madison signaled me to follow her in.

I'd never noticed, much less been in Suburban Underbelly before but based on the merchandise in the back room it seemed to be a combination alternative fashion, music and lifestyle boutique for punk, metal and goth kids. There were racks of black clothes festooned in cannabis leaves, skulls and/or flames, stacks of CDs from bands with odd, unfamiliar names, DVDs of slasher and horror movies, buttons, pins, bumper stickers; even some bondage gear. In one corner there was a cluttered little desk with a safe tucked underneath and a grungy looking old futon. Directly in front of us was a short woman of about forty whose wavy black hair had a solitary stripe of white. She wore a badly eroded old Butthole Surfers tee shirt, a frayed denim mini skirt, black fishnet stockings and purple Converse Chuck Taylors. Her eyes were ringed with thick black eyeliner and her lipstick was a dark plum color. On whole, she was a good looking older woman; her face had a hard beauty to it; her legs were tight and shapely; her bosom was impressive, although too big, too round and too rigid to be natural.

"What the fuck happened to you?" she asked in a voice scratchy from years of cigarettes as she looked at Madison's short flowery robe, bare legs and tear streaked eye makeup before turning to me standing shirtless and shoeless in my dress slacks. "And who the hell is this?"

"This is Dan Yost, Mimi. He's a teacher."

"Substitute teacher," I corrected, even though that wasn't accurate anymore.

"Oh, yeah, Ramona told me you'd given some hot young teach a ride," she said as she stepped close to Madison. "And now, here you both are...barely dressed." Without warning Mimi yanked Madison's robe open.

"We had sex," admitted Madison as she stood before Mimi with her body exposed.

Mimi looked at me as if for confirmation. I didn't know what to say so I just nodded.

Mimi placed her hand flat against Madison's lower abdomen, just beneath her belly button and slowly slid it down over her pubic hair and under her pussy. Watching Madison's face I saw her glance at me with embarrassment, but I also saw a look of constrained arousal boiling beneath the surface as Mimi slid a finger up inside her.

About here was when I started getting hard again.

Mimi pulled back a damp finger and smelled it. She inserted it into her mouth and audibly smacked her lips. "You haven't been using protection."

"Those rubbers you gave me broke."

"Lucky for me, hmm?" said Mimi. She still had that finger in her mouth and was sucking it like a lollipop.

"Do you know where we can get a morning after pill? I don't want to get pregnant, and they were your crappy rubbers."

"Honey, I got a bottle of that shit in my purse. But, as usual, I want something in return," said Mimi. She motioned to the futon, "sit down."

"Tommy and his goons showed up and tried to rape me, but Dan stopped him," said Madison as she sat on the futon.

Mimi turned to me, "A hero, hmm?"

"I... um..." I shrugged.

Mimi took a large pillow from the end of the futon and dropped it onto the concrete floor in front of Madison. "Well, as a reward for his brave deeds, how about we give your pedagogue paladin a show," she said as she dropped to her knees and spread Madison's thighs.

Madison looked up at me, but it was like she was looking right through me. Her eyes grew heavy lidded with pleasure as Mimi leaned in to kiss Madison hungrily and move down her body with her lips; kissing her neck, shoulders, tits, stomach and, finally, settling in to slurp loudly around in Madison's pussy. Madison threw her legs wide as her chest began heaving with the gulping breaths of ecstasy.

And there I was standing two yards away with a raging hard-on but not knowing what to do. Was I expected to join in, or just watch? If I was only allowed to watch, would it be rude to toss off? This was all new territory for me. But as Mimi made a big show of wiggling her ass in the air while she went down on Madison, I figured I'd be kicking myself for the rest of my days if I didn't at least try to join in.

So I got behind Mimi and sank to my knees. Gingerly I placed a hand on Mimi's ass; then another. I slid them down and under the hem of her skirt. When I pushed her skirt up I discovered she was wearing garters and a thong and that she had vibrantly colorful tattoos; a ram horned devil on one hip and a Chinese dragon on the other. I opened my trousers, withdrew my erection and testingly slapped her ass with my firm meat.

"Quit fucking around back there and screw me," said Mimi. Madison laughed.

Don't laugh, but I had never fucked a girl without a condom at this point in my life. So I hesitated after I pulled her little thong aside and gazed down on her ready cunt. I briefly thought of asking for a rubber, but based on the durability of the one she'd given Madison, I didn't really see the point. Besides, losing your job, fucking a student and foiling a gang rape all in one afternoon tempts a fellow to throw caution to the wind. So, grabbing her ass, I began to push my cock into Mimi's wet pussy.

They say that pizza is like sex in that, even when it's bad, it's still pretty good. Well, sticking my raw dick into Mimi's tight and squishy hole was like discovering deep dish pepperoni with extra cheese. Until then I'd had no idea of the fantastic feeling of a wet vagina wrapped around my throbbing cock as I thrust it in and out of a gyrating ass. Thank God I'd just shot a load in Madison only a little while before or I wouldn't have lasted more than a dozen strokes.

Madison was squirming into the futon as I pushed Mimi's face into her pussy with each thrust. She'd taken hold of her nipples and was pinching and twisting them as she careened towards orgasm. Her breaths grew ragged and her eyes distant as I watched her skin blossom in a vivid blush beneath a fine layer of sweat. She erupted into feral growls grunted through bitten lips as she came spectacularly.

"Hold on there a minute kid," Mimi said to me over her shoulder as she raised her glazed face from Madison's pussy. "Let me get comfortable."

I let my wet cock slide from her as she got up and climbed onto the futon and straddled Madison. She positioned herself with her legs wide, feet on either side of the girl, and her knees against the futon's back, just right for shoving her cunt into her young protégé's face. Madison got busy eating Mimi's pussy. From where I stood I could see the girls tongue darting up and down through Mimi's silky folds.

I got back to fucking Mimi. Climbing up on the futon behind her I easily thrust into her pussy once again as Madison's tongue continued to lap at her clit and trace around her lips. I was treated to a new sensation as I felt Madison's tongue teasing my shaft and balls as I fucked Mimi from behind. I groaned in enthusiastic appreciation as I cupped Mimi's big tits and began grinding my stomach into her ass while I impaled her with my meat.

"Hey mom, someone wants a refund on this Jay Reatard CD but it's been opened," said a voice approaching around the shelves toward the futon. I turned my head in alarm and there was Ramona LeFarge: the school albino.

She was dressed in the same vastly oversized black shirt and a shapeless long black skirt she had on when I last saw her in the school parking lot. Her mass of wavy white hair cascaded around her face and down over her chest. She squinted through her heavy framed, dark lens glasses while trying to make out the churning mass on the futon through her inadequate eyes. Then her nose started scrunching up and down as she sniffed the air and a look of realization dawned across her pale face.

"Oh shit. You want me to come back?"

"No," panted Mimi. "Just let them exchange for a different CD. I don't want to fuck with it right now."

"OK," she said like finding her mother fucking two people in the back room of the store was an everyday occurrence.

"Oh, darling. I believe you know Mr..."

"Um... Yost," I said.

"Oh wow," said Ramona. "Is that Maddie under there?"

"Hi Mona," said Madison, her voice muffled through Mimi's snatch.

"Well, sorry to bug y'all," said Ramona as she slouched away.

"That was weird," I said.

"No reason to slow down kid. Now fuck me hard."

And I did; slapping a vigorous fuck into her pussy from behind as Madison worked her from below. With my cock pumping in and out of Mimi's hot, wet pussy and Madison's tongue occasionally flicking at my shaft or licking my balls I was getting very close to coming, but I held back. I wanted Mimi to finish first for the same reason I always prefer a woman to come before me; so I don't feel obliged to spend long minutes finger-banging and licking my partner to a belated climax after my lust has already dissipated. However, with Mimi there was another dimension: I was actually a little afraid to leave her unsatisfied. Something about her gave me the creeps.

Fortunately, I could feel that Mimi was stampeding towards the finish line. Her body grew tense in my hands as I hung onto her waist. She was a swearer; gushing out a string of imaginative expletives as she bucked back into my cock with the on-rush of her climax. As she came she was slamming back onto my dick so hard that I had to throw a leg back to catch myself as I slipped backwards off the futon and out of her pussy.




Suburban Underbelly Ch. 01



"Where the fuck did you go?" she demanded in a shallow breathed bark.

"You knocked me off the couch," I answered, also out of breath.

Her pussy, now spread open directly in front of me, caught my eye. I was distracted by the sight of a trickle of her glistening feminine nectar dripping down to spatter delightfully on Madison's heaving tits. That's why I had to ask "What?" when Mimi spoke again.

"I said I'm done with you anyway," Mimi told me as she turned around to let herself fall into a sitting position next to Madison on the futon.

I still hadn't shot my load so I looked down at Madison with a "How about it?" shrug. She smiled at me through a face wet with Mimi's juice and opened her thighs a little as an invitation.

"Wait a minute kids," said Mimi. I hated how she called me kid. I was a twenty two year old adult and a college graduate, God damn it. She reached over to cup Madison's vulva with her hand as if to block me out and said, "I have a request."

Madison looked at her with obedience; I looked at her with trepidation.

"You've been a good little fuck toy Maddie my dear, but I think it's time we advance your education to the next level."

Standing there with my dick hard, wet and ready, I wondered what Mimi had in mind. I was eager to find out.

***

Thank you for reading, dear reader. Comments, complaints, suggestions, threats, praise, damnation, accolades and opprobrium are all welcomed and encouraged.

Part 2 will be coming soon...

-fastandsloppy



Suburban Underbelly Ch. 02



Dear reader; this is the second part of a four part group sex tale that also contains other flavors of sexual perversion. It is a work of fiction and is meant to be entertaining rather than enlightening or socially responsible. I will post the chapters 2 – 3 days apart.

All characters are at least eighteen.

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"Maddie dear," said Mimi LeFarge as she rubbed her hands together slowly. "Today you are going to get fucked in the ass by young Mr. Whatshisname here."

Madison seemed taken aback by the news; she looked up at me with a glint of reluctance in her eyes and then back at Mimi. I glowered hard at Mimi. I didn't care for the way she'd blithely announced to Madison that she'd be taking my cock up her anus without consulting either of us.

"What if I refuse?" I said, still feeling high on the chivalry I'd shown when I'd thwarted Madison's gang rape earlier.

Mimi seemed surprised and a little amused. "Then I'll tell the school that you're fucking students and you'll be out of a job, Mr. Substitute."

Perhaps I should have told her that had already been shit-canned, but, I don't know, I just couldn't. Besides, I was still horny and willing to be blackmailed into more fucking. I let Madison jump to my rescue.

"No. It's OK, mistress. I'll do it," she said.

Mimi reached into her desk and pulled out a half empty tube of KY as she commanded Madison to kneel on the futon with her ass in the air. I got to watch while Mimi did a very thorough job of greasing up Madison's ass; slipping in a finger, then two, then stretching and pumping her vigorously before calling on me to step up to the girl's shiny, slick asshole.

Despite Mimi's prep-work, Madison's ass was tight. Holy shit, it was shoving my pecker down a straw; a soft, moist straw attached to a gasping, whining eighteen year old girl. But damn, it felt good as I worked myself in, inch by reluctant inch. Finally I was balls deep up inside her guts. I started working her steadily. 

As I picked up speed Madison's cries went from pathetic sobs, to tenuous groans, to enthusiastic moans as she got into it. Before long she was crying out in ecstasy at the discovery of a new kind of pleasure that was building rapidly as I punched my cock into ass in fast, brutal stabs. Mimi moved over to watch from up close as she reached under the girl to frig her clit. Soon Madison's tight young body was slithering through another orgasm as she twisted on my pumping cock. Finally she sagged into the futon's cushion as I approached my own zenith.

"Oh, oh, I'm gonna cum," I said.

"Wait, do it on our faces," ordered Mimi quickly.

I pulled my cock out of Madison and struggled to hold back my ejaculation as both women moved to the floor. As they got positioned beneath me with expectant, upturned faces, I let go and I felt the coiled power of my massive orgasm pulse through my body and cock in what was sure to be a potent flood of manhood. But, alas, having just got off less than an hour previously, what felt like thick streams of jizz in my cock popped out as mere isolated pearls that speckled Mimi and Madison's faces and hair as they waited with eyes closed and tongues out, expecting so much more than I could give them.

I thought we'd all sink into the futon for some post-cloital relaxation, but Mimi stood up immediately to adjust her skirt and thong before wiping her face with a tee-shirt she pulled off the shelves. She refolded the shirt and put it back into stock before excusing herself and walking out to check on her store. I dropped onto the futon next to Madison and threw an arm around her.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"Yeah. Thanks."

"I noticed that you called Mimi 'mistress'. Do you... um..."

But as I spoke I noticed Madison's attention shift away. When I turned there was Mimi standing with Cindy Kwan, AKA Sin-Dee, queen of the Palmetto South High School goth clique. Cindy looked at my limp prick lying harmlessly in my lap and started giggling.

"Hi Mr. Yost," she said with a livid smirk.

I didn't answer except to leap up and pull my pants on so fast that I nearly got my dick caught in the zipper. Cindy and Mimi were laughing openly at me when I was finished.

"Cindy will drive you home, Substitute," said Mimi. "Maddie and I have matters we need to discuss."

And that was that. "This way Mr. Yost," said Cindy who motioned me to follow her out into the store. I cast a parting glance at Madison, but she looked away as Mimi stepped between us. Cindy made a "tch-tch" sound at me like she was calling a dog. I obediently followed her out of the back room into the store; shirtless, shoeless and dripping with fresh fuck sweat.

I didn't recognize the trio of skate punks checking out the boards, but they seemed to recognize me as they poked each other and stared with eyes that were too red-rimmed and bleary to register surprise. I turned away to avoid their gaze but I was immediately confronted with Mimi's daughter Ramona and Hafsa Abbasi lounging by the register. Ramona, as usual, was looking at nothing, but Hafsa's huge, impossibly dark eyes took an obvious survey of my glistening chest before flashing me an awkward smile.

That smile unsettled me. Hafsa was a nice kid; a tiny, math club brainiac who would be going to Georgia Tech next year on a full scholarship. Unfortunately, her conservative, old-world parents insisted she wear a hijab head scarf and the traditional Pakistani floor length frock so she was a constant target for the more assholish students at Palmetto South. They called her 'Osama Bitch Laden', among other blatantly racist slurs. Out of pity I'd always been extra nice to her, but in no way had I ever thought of her sexually. As far as I knew she still played with dolls and dreamt of ponies in the hours she didn't spend studying three dimensional calculus and conjugating Latin verbs. But the look she gave me... Oh God, there was lust in those dark, oversized eyes of hers.

"Good afternoon to you Mr. Yost," she said.

"Oh... um, hi Hafsa."

"Don't hold us up nerd, I gotta get the sub home," sneered Cindy; saying the word "sub" like it was short for subhuman. 

"We can take him home, Cin," offered Ramona.

Cindy laughed in disbelief. "What? You gonna drive him pink-eyes?"

"I can drive him," offered Hafsa.

"I thought Allah didn't want his bitches to drive."

Hafsa glowered in displeasure at Cindy, her dark eyebrows forming a cruel line across her brow. The skaters began to drift up from the back of the store to watch the brewing spat.

"Why you gotta be an asshole Cindy?" asked Ramona.

"Hey, you wanna go with little Miss Suicide Bomber here to take the sub home, be my fuckin' guest. I'll just stay here and make sure these dirtbag stoners don't shoplift your mom into the poorhouse."

"Would that be OK with you Mr. Yost?" asked Hafsa hopefully.

"Uh, yes... yes, of course," I said. It made me feel pretty fucking uncomfortable to have those girls fighting over me and the stoned skaters gathering around to observe. I didn't care who drove me home, I just wanted to get the hell out of there. If I had any other option that didn't involve walking in five miles in bare feet I would have told them all to forget it.

"Dude where's your shirt?" asked one of the skaters with a quiet chuckle.

"Shut up you wastrel!" snapped Hafsa. That's right; she actually used the word "wastrel".

"Careful dude, she's gonna jihad your ass," said another of the skaters. They all laughed.

While mumbling bitterly in Urdu, Hafsa grabbed her backpack and started towards the door. "My car is outside," she said curtly and left.

"Hey wait for me," whined Ramona as Cindy laughed.

I helped Ramona out through the front door into the late afternoon heat and looked around for Hafsa's car. I didn't know what she drove, but for some reason I just assumed it would be tiny and brown like her. But when she tooted her horn and I saw her perched in a silver Mercedes SUV, I just laughed.

"I can't believe this town," I said.

"What?" asked Ramona at my side.

"Nothing."

Hafsa drove me home as she growled her irritation at the scene in the store. She repeatedly asked Ramona why they she hung out with Cindy when Cindy was so consistently a total bitch.

"Well, she's more of my mom's friend than mine," Ramona explained.

"I hate going in there when she's around."

"Why were you in there, Hafsa?" I asked. "That place doesn't really seem your style."

"Oh. I was buying some Henna. Mrs. LaFarge stocks really good Henna." Hafsa held up her left hand which was decorated in intricate reddish brown designs. "I like painting on myself," she said with a cute, embarrassed shrug.

I turned forward and saw Tom Scofield's yellow Mustang pull out from a side street into the opposing lane of traffic. The front wheel I had punctured after foiling his attempted rape of Madison had been replaced with a small spare. I ducked down behind the dash so he wouldn't see me. I had no desire to get Hafsa mixed up with Tom and his crew.

"What are you doing?"

"My, um... my, foot itches."

Fifteen minutes later they dropped me off at my dingy rented mobile home outside of town in the inaccurately named "Beautiful South" trailer park. I thanked them both and stepped out of the car, back into the heat. I was watching them drive off when I heard my neighbor Ty call to me through the screen on his bathroom window.

"Heyyyy, Dan-iel," he said, cracking a big smile. From what little I knew about the guy he'd had one of the shittiest lives of anyone I'd ever met but still he always seemed to be in a good mood. As I walked over to his trailer he asked, "Wha's up, my man?"

"A weird day, Ty. A weird and shitty day."

"Don't look so shitty to me, two bitches in a silver Mercedes droppin' you off half naked. Looks like Dear Penthouse time to me."

I laughed. If only he knew. 

"Hey, Ty. I don't suppose you have any herb you can spare, huh?"

"No man, I'm out. I was thinking of driving into Tampa to visit my cousin J-Dawg. You want me to get you a little somethin'"

I thought about it. I was just hoping to mooch a joint, not buy a whole bag. Not that I wouldn't mind a whole bag of weed, but it was an expense I couldn't afford.

"Nah. I better not. I'm broke and I'm gonna be looking for a job."

"Oh that's rough. Maybe I'll stop by later; get you high."

"You're a superior human being Ty."

"Yeah that's from my education at Florida State," we both laughed. He was an alumnus of the penitentiary, not the university and his heavily tattooed neck, chest, arms and prison yard physique showed it. In truth, Ty was a scary looking dude. 

I wished him a safe trip and walked over to my sweatbox trailer. After opening all the windows and turning on all the fans I sat down on my creaky hand-me-down couch and just stared blankly at the wall for half an hour. Eventually I decided to watch some TV to smother the disorienting tangle of swirling panic and lingering euphoria roiling around my brain. 

And that's when I found out that the cable had been cut off. Not just the cable either; phone and internet too. I had one of those package deals. It had seemed really convenient when I signed up. And I guess it was in a way. Only one dude had to haul is ass out to my shitty trailer park to cut off all those utilities. Efficient!

Then it dawned on me to check my cell phone and discovered it was missing too. Was it on Madison's patio, in her car, in the back of Suburban Underbelly? I didn't know, nor could I call or even drive around to find it. I was effectively marooned.

In situations like this sometimes the only reasonable course of action is to just say "Fuck It" and live for the moment. I had twenty three dollars that needed to last until I got my final check from the school district on Monday, but I decided to blow it on a Subway sandwich and a few beers. Yes, a foot long sub and a twelve pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon was the full extent of my ability to live for the moment. It was a depressing thought.

I had to walk a hot mile to the strip mall with the Subway and the liquor store. On the way back I made a stop next to the canal to pound four beers in rapid succession in an attempt to improve my mood. It worked somewhat. As I arrived at the front steps of my trailer I was sweaty, buzzed and tired enough to not really give a fuck about my current situation. I didn't even notice the silver Mercedes SUV parked out by the road.

I was pushing my key into the lock when I heard a girl's voice with a lateral lisp that I instantly recognized. "We'd like to talk with you Mithter Y." 

I turned around and there was Palmetto South High School's preeminent brain, Sally Schultz; the senior class' valedictorian apparent. She was wearing baggy yellow shorts and a tee shirt with playful kittens silkscreened all over it. The persistent humidity had curled her honey-blond hair into an even greater mess than usual and forced her to keep reaching up to push her tortoiseshell glasses back onto the bridge of her slick, freckled nose.

At Sally's side was my old friend Hafsa holding up an eight millimeter video cassette. "We have some very interesting video of you and Maddie Mallard," she said quietly.

"And where would you girls get something like that?"

"Ramona LeFarge told me what you and her mother and Maddie were doing in the backroom at the store. I didn't believe her so she showed me this tape," said Hafsa as she absentmindedly chewed on her lower lip.

"Intercourth with a thtudent ith a very bad career move," added Sally. Her slushy lisp was an unfortunate attribute. Although she possessed a formidable intellect that had earned her admission to Harvard next semester, the students, faculty, administrators, cafeteria staff, janitors - everyone - all referred to her as Daffy Duck behind her back.

I almost laughed at them; two tiny, honor roll dorks obviously intending to blackmail me. They looked simultaneously smug and terrified as I stared down at them from the stoop of my trailer. They would've had me by the balls if I still had a job.

I opened my mouth to tell they were wasting their time but my curiosity got the better of me. What exactly did they intend to demand? "You guys aren't trying to blackmail me aren't you?" I asked with bemused faux shock.

"Perhapth," said Sally. 

"You know that's a felony don't you?" I observed.

"So is sex with a minor," said Hafsa.

"True, but Madison's not a minor. Her eighteenth birthday was last weekend," I said with breezy nonchalance as I leaned back against the door. "That new Porsche of hers was a birthday gift from her dad."

The two girls looked at each other with surprise that such a detail had escaped them. Sally shrugged and turned back towards me. "Thith would thtill be profethionally detrimental, Mithter Y," she said.

"OK," I sighed. "Come on in and blackmail me then."

I held the door open for them as they walked inside. Sally smiled victoriously at me as she passed by with a tight lipped grin that concealed her high dollar collection of orthodontia. Hafsa avoided eye contact as she ducked past.

My trailer was in poor shape to receive visitors; especially two naive female honor-students. I had not yet thrown away the previous night's beer cans, nor had I bothered to move the tell-tale hand lotion and box of tissues away from the computer keyboard. There were also unwashed dishes here and there and a general untidiness that not having a girlfriend seemed to engender in me. Plus, as I've mentioned, it was hot; really hot.

"So you ladies are crossing over to the dark side, eh?" I asked as I shoved what was left of my twelve pack into the fridge.

"Please don't make fun of us, we are very serious Mr. Yost," said Hafsa.

"OK, I'm listening," I said as I sat down in front of a fan and stared at them expectantly. "What are your demands?"

"Well," began Hafsa slowly. "We... um, we... want to... rather we want you..." she gulped uncomfortably like a fish left on a dock.

"We want you to take our virginity," interjected Sally.

"WHAT!?" I said. 

"We want you to have sex with us. It will be our first times," said Hafsa.

"Yeah Hafsa, I know what 'virginity' means; but surely there are boys your own age..."

"Boyth our age are immature children."

"Granted... but why the rush?" I asked.

"We don't want to go to college as virgins." 

"We don't want to be nerds when we're freshmen next year."

Fat chance, I thought. But instead I said, "Why don't you just lie then? That's what guys do. Besides, it hurts the first time. You know that right?"

"We are aware of our hymens Mr. Yost. But we've already... um..."

"We've already practithed penetrating ourthelvth with dildoth," said Sally, spraying me in a find mist of warm spit.

"Holy fucking shit."

"We understand that you're probably flaccid because you recently had sex, so we snuck into my father's pharmacy and stole some Cialis, some Viagra, a box of prophylactics and some lubricant," said Hafsa as she pulled the items from her large purse.

"Oh great."

"Go ahead and take them now. The pills take a little while to take effect," said Hafsa as she held out her right hand with one of each pill in her palm.

I had to hand it to the girls; they'd really done the homework on their smutty little shake down. It was sort of an honor if you think about it. However, here was the point where I should have told them to please leave my house. 

But I hesitated. I'd never had a virgin. Neither of them were exactly what you call hot, but they weren't bad looking either. I was kind of interested to see what Hafsa looked like under all those loose robes and her head scarf... 

Sally was holding up something for me to look at; their driver's licenses.

"Just want you to know we're both eighteen."

With a shrug, I reached down and picked up the Cialis pill.

Hafsa's eyes, already oversized for her tiny, sepia skinned face, grew enormous as she watched me pop it into my mouth and swallow it dry. She was nervous and for some reason I was finding her apprehension enchanting. Perhaps it was the four beers.

"Here, you can have all this stuff," she said as she put the pills, condoms and tube of lube on my coffee table and sat down to patiently await my hard on.

In case you were wondering, sitting with two virgins in a sweltering trailer waiting for your boner pill to kick in is a more than little awkward, so I excused myself. "Well, why don't you ladies get comfortable while I take a shower," I said as I got up and left them to fret over their imminent deflowering. I figured I should at least wash my dick since I'd had anal sex with Madison just a few hours ago.

I was nervous as hell as I took my shower. Should I really do this? Would I be able to? I didn't find either Sally or Hafsa very sexually enticing and besides, I'd already ejaculated twice that afternoon. And then there was the morality of boffing two eighteen year old virgins. It was their idea and I was only twenty two years old myself, but it still seemed sleazy as all hell. However, for whatever reason, like a climber climbing a mountain or a runner running a marathon, I forged ahead; pushed onward by nothing more than the desire to see if I could fuck four females in a single day. I mean, when else would I get a chance like this? So, there I stood: washing my dick until the drug started to kick in and it began to grow unnaturally firm. I was ready.

I wrapped a towel around my waist, but my pharmaceutically enhanced erection made a telltale vertical tent over my crotch. So, I decided to dispense with the misplaced modesty and threw the towel back over the shower rod. Steeling myself for the task at hand, I walked out of the bathroom and down the hall completely naked; the fat, bobbing head of my attentive manhood preceding me by seven and a half veiny inches.




Suburban Underbelly Ch. 02



I don't know what I was expecting to happen. In a way I guess I sort-of thought the sight of my stiff, fat unit would shock the girls out of their scheme and they'd go running home, un-deflowered. But no, they were sitting on my couch, obviously nervous, but determined to proceed. Sally was naked; her pink, freckled skin young and flawless under its glaze of beading sweat; her breasts small but pert and well shaped; her narrow hips making her look even younger; her pubic hair golden and wispy. Beside her was Hafsa, not naked, but rather wearing a matching set of tiny, lacey black bra and panties. The elaborate designs she had painted on her hands in henna extended up her arm. Her body was small but perfectly proportioned, with medium sized tits that looked huge on her narrow chest and curvy hips that made her look more of a woman than Sally's straight frame. They both looked up at me from under their crinkled brows with wide, uneasy eyes as they scooted apart so I could sit between them.

As I lowered myself onto the couch I looked up and noticed that they'd a video camera into the input jack in the back of my TV. On the screen, I stood behind Mimi, plugging my dick in and out of her cunt as she ate out Madison's pussy.

"Oh," I said.

"We were getting prepared. Thudying your thtyle," slurred Sally.

"Do you two turn everything into a study group?"

"What do you want us to do first?" asked Hafsa as she swallowed heavily.

"Well," I reached up to brush her long black hair from her shoulder and pluck at her bra strap. "Maybe you should take off your lingerie."

"OK," she said reluctantly. She stood up and reached behind her body to unclasp her bra. Her firm, round tits pushed it away and bobbed free as she let it slide off her shoulders and fall away. Her nipples were dusky, small and hard. She pushed her panties down her legs and kicked them to the side, revealing her trimmed, dark bush and thick, pendulous labia. The girl had a fantastic body. My cock twitched in appreciation.

Sally had been staring at my erection. I reached over, took her hand and placed it on my shaft. She gave it a gentle squeeze, testing its firmness, feeling a warm, ready cock for the first time. Hafsa returned to the couch, sitting gingerly on the edge as she watched Sally begin to play with my dick. I took Hafsa's jaw in my left hand and pulled her in for a kiss as I reached around with my right hand to knead Sally's ass

Hafsa was a skittish kisser; reluctant and jumpy. Meanwhile the sweat in Sally's clammy palm wasn't enough to overcome the clean tackiness of the just-washed skin of my cock. Her stubborn stroking began to make it feel like my tender flesh was going to get rubbed raw while she worked up the nerve to either suck it or ride it. I moved my hand up between her shoulders and tried to ease her face down, but she resisted. Then I reached out to fondle Hafsa's nipples and she nearly jumped away.

"You girls seem kinda nervous."

They looked away, embarrassed.

"What's wrong?"

"I guess we've only focused on the mechanics of sex, the intimacy involved is more daunting that I'd anticipated," said Hafsa.

"Maybe we if we turn out the lights?" suggested Sally.

"Look. We'll just work up to it, that's why women invented foreplay."

I had meant that last part as a joke, but the girls both just nodded their head as if learning an interesting historical fact. I let it slide.

"I have something in the bathroom I think will help."

Over the years I'd had a lot of luck with baby oil massages. Something about slick skin on skin seemed to arouse the senses and fan the flames under even the most tenuous libido. For that reason, I always kept a couple of bottles of oil on hand, usually something with a girly fragrance like rose or lavender. I excused myself to fetch a bottle from the bathroom closet. Despite my initial reluctance, I was now totally eager to nail those two skittish dorks.

Of course, in all the excitement I'd forgotten Ty's pledge to drop by when he got back from Tampa. Furthermore he had taken my invite as permission to stride into the trailer without knocking. So, when I entered the room holding a bottle of scented oil, there stood Ty; shirtless, tattooed and frozen in wide-eyed surprise at the sight of two young, naked, sweaty girls sitting directly in front of him, their faces twisted in terror.

"RAPE!" shouted Sally as she dove off the couch onto her purse.

"What?! Hey... No!" sputtered Ty.

"Wait..." I started to say, more or less simultaneously to Ty. They didn't hear me. 

Hafsa was screaming and apparently trying to climb the wall behind her while Sally rolled away from her purse brandishing a canister of pepper spray. Lashing her arm towards Ty, she let fly a big noxious cloud. Unfortunately for all of us, the multitude of fans stirring the air from various points around the room ensured we'd all got dosed about the same in the swirling cloud of irritant.

"Owwww..." said Sally.

"Eeeeeiii..." said Hafsa.

"Aghhhh..." said I.

"Hey man, shit. What the hell," said Ty, who had been through a prison riot so was much more used to getting a stray dose of pepper spray that any of the rest of us. 

"Help Mr. Yost!" the girls said as they stumbled blindly towards me in dread fear of imminent rape.

"It's OK," I gasped as I inhaled a cloud of the stuff. "He's my... (cough) ...neighbor"

"Yeah, yeah... I'm cool," said Ty, blinking away the tears. "Ya'll should get back into the bedroom where this shit ain't drifting around."

I took the girls by their hands and led them down the hall to my tiny, disheveled bedroom. Ty yelled down the hall after us, "Don't rub your eyes. Don't rub nothin'. I got something that will fix y'all up good."

"I'm thorry mithter Yost," cried Sally.

"It's OK."

"What's he doing here? He didn't even knock," complained Hafsa.

"You know how neighbors can be..." I said, choosing not to admit I'd invited Ty over to get me stoned.

Ty came in a few minutes later with a two big bowls of liquid; one milky, one soapy. He took a sponge and began dabbing the mixture of milk and water on the girls. They thanked him as the milk lessened the burning and covered their bare bodies in flowing rivulets of opaque white fluid. He handed the sponge to me, reminding me to dab, not rub and turned back to the girls to dab their skin with the soapy solution. "This here is dishwashing soap," he said tenderly. "Cuts through the oil that holds that shit next to your skin."

Now, I can't really recommend dosing the room with mace if you want to break the tension at an orgy where half the participants are virgins, but it seemed to work for me; or, more accurately, us. As Ty easily dropped into the roll of a hero with his practical prison knowledge, I realized he wasn't going to be gotten rid of. He was now part of our little party. The girls were sighing with relief at the quickly lessening burning sensation, their nudity forgotten as they smiled at Ty's easy charm and marveled at his tightly packed tattoos and rippling muscles. We all took turns milking and washing each other in the sweltering bedroom.

"You know what really makes that shit feel better?"

"What?" asked the girls, smiling through their eyes at his impossibly wide grin.

Ty pulled a crumpled spliff from his pocket and gently placed it between his lips. "A little herb from the wilds of my cousin J-Dawg's basement."

"Is that drugs?" asked Hafsa.

Ty was already lighting up and smell of the acrid smoke left no doubt it was marijuana. Sally nodded her head and looked over at Hafsa who nodded her head in reply.

"You girls OK with this," I said, ready to persuade. Unnecessarily, as it turned out.

"This was on our list of things to try before college," said Hafsa.

"Now we won't have to go try to buy it from the thtoners," said Sally as she took the fat joint from Ty.

We got goofy pretty quickly. Ty announced he was going get naked since me and the girls were already bare-assed and managed to fall backwards off the bed as he pulled off his khaki cargo pants. We all broke out into paroxysms of sustained laughter. We sat on my sweaty, saggy double bed, naked and stoned and just laughing our asses off at nothing and everything.

The laughing reached a brief lull when Sally pointed at the tattoo on the ribs of my right flank. "What's that?" she asked.

"What does it look like to you?" I asked.

"I dunno, a goat woman sitting on a map of Georgia?"

I broke down laughing at her guess and the others followed suit. Soon they were riffing on the ludicrous things the poorly drawn tattoo of a she-devil pissing on a heart might be. 

"Shit man, that's the worst muthafuckin' tattoo I ever seen," said Ty. "And I been to Prison."

I don't remember what finally prompted it, I don't remember a lot from that night, but I turned to smile at Hafsa and she lurched forward to crush her face into mine. Our lips locked and our tongues found each other. We fell backward into the mattress, skin sliding against skin; frictionless on a layer of sweat. My hands roamed over her body, squeezing her perfect tits, kneading her lovely round ass, slipping easily along the folds of her pussy as she eagerly parted her thighs to permit me unfettered access. I descended her body in kisses and buried my face in her vulva, finding her clitoris and lapping her greedily as she twisted and shook beneath my assault.

I felt a hand on my cock, then lips and a tongue. I peeked down and caught Sally's eye as she began running my firm prick in and out of her mouth. She was sloppy and inexperienced. Occasionally her braces would scrape along my shaft uncomfortably, but I was grateful to be the subject of her first blow job; just a grateful as Ty as he knelt behind her and rammed his cock into her greedily. Soon Ty bent over and found Hafsa's face with his. With their kiss, our circle was complete.

Ty handed a condom to Sally and told her to put it on me. She rolled it down onto my shaft as I brought Hafsa closer and closer to the peak of ecstasy with my mouth. Once I was sheathed I moved up and, taking Hafsa's ankles in my hands pushed her legs back to her shoulders. She keened and sighed as I pushed myself balls deep into her tight young hole and began grunting and groaning as I began pumping her with slow, deep thrusts; impaling her on my whole length on each push.

Ty flipped Sally over onto her back next to Hafsa and pushed her legs up to pump her with the same deep, full cocked fuck. The girls held hands and moaned each other's names as we began picking up the pace, slamming into them with caveman grunts. Hafsa reached down to touch Sally's pussy. As her thin fingers lightly brushed along her best friend's clit, Sally came in a quaking display of tense muscles and short desperate breaths.

"Hey, wanna trade," I panted to Ty.

"Fuck yeah," he answered, and we pulled out to quickly change partners.

Ty came not too long after that. Dropping down and covering Hafsa entirely as he pumped out his orgasm on her and they climaxed together. As he stepped out to the bathroom to dispose of his rubber, I rolled onto my back and pulled Sally up over my face. Hafsa threw a leg over my pelvis and soon both were riding me, driving themselves to another orgasm as my well used cock remained hard, but still didn't trigger.

Sally came again. Then Hafsa came again. I was getting close. I decided to finish up on Hafsa. Bending her over, I pushed her face into the mattress and pulled her ass into the air. Pushing into her pussy from behind I went wild on her, slapping loud, vigorous thrusts into her as I felt the familiar sensation of my body humming with strands of vibrating pleasure that seemed to pull me inward towards the nirvana behind my balls. Then I pumped a few more pushes into her quivering cunt and, pow, I was gurgling and shaking as I released my third load of the day. We fell exhausted into the wet sheets and pillows where Ty was already snoring and Sally lay watching our coda with exhausted eyes.

Soon we were all asleep in a hot pile on the small, double bed.

***

It was later. Blue moonlight slanted through the window and a profusion of frog and crickets sang outside.

I woke to a rhythmic quaking and opened my eyes to find Hafsa bent over the edge of the bed with Ty taking her from behind. Sally was on her knees on the edge of the mattress kissing Ty as she ran her finger tips up and down Hafsa's back. 

But I was exhausted. I fell back to sleep.

***

I woke again. I needed to go to pee and consequently my dick was rock hard. But down at my pelvis Hafsa and Sally were giggling to each other as they rolled a condom down onto my shaft. I feigned sleep as Sally climbed atop my cock and fed it up inside her sex. Soon I dropped the pretense of being unconscious and began bucking my hips up into her as she rode me. Sally came with a quiet, growling whimper and made way for Hafsa who rode me until I came again. Always a gentleman, I ate Hafsa's pussy until she came too and then rushed off to the bathroom to pee.

When I got back the girls were asleep in each others' arms. Ty had left. I went out to the living room to lie on the couch. I only wanted to get some sleep. Those girls were draining me dry.

***

Two sets of lips were kissing me on the mouth. I opened my eyes with a start and saw Hafsa and Sally beaming down at me with tired smiles. Spikes of sunlight lanced through the windows.

"Hi girls. Not again, please. You two are going to kill me."

"No thilly. We're leaving."

"Our parents think we are at each others' houses. We need to get home before they start checking."

"What time is it?"

"Eight"

"Well, let me walk you to your car."

They were back to their dorky attire; Hafsa in her traditional robes, Sally in her baggy kitty tee-shirt and bulky shorts. I pulled on a tee-shirt and some shorts and walked out with them just in time to see Cindy pull up onto the gravel of the trailer park in her white Toyota. Sally and Hafsa jumped behind me as if for cover from a coming storm.

"You nerdy cunts, you stole Mimi's surveillance tape!"

"We just borrowed..."

"Shut the fuck up. Where is it?"

"Hey Cindy..." I said calmly.

"You shut the fuck up too, you fucking sleaze."

Still groggy from sleep, I blinked in surprise like I'd been slapped. Sally removed the tape from her handheld camera and handed it over to Cindy.

"Now get the hell outta here."

Sally and Hafsa jumped in the Mercedes and drove off in a cloud of gravel dust. Hafsa's eyes looked scared; scared for me.

I looked back to Cindy. My mouth was hanging open is surprise and annoyance. Without warning she jammed her finger between my lips and along my tongue. I gagged uselessly, tried to throw her back, but she held on like a barnacle and succeeded in pushing a pill down my throat.

"What the hell was that?" I sputtered as she let go of me.

"A little Viagra, Mr. Y. Now that I've got the magic ticket, it's my turn to play," she held up the video tape and shook it like a talisman. "Now get in the house sub!"

She jammed a stun gun into my thigh and jolted me to the ground. I felt a sick bloom of panic as I realized her intention when she sneeringly called me "sub".

***

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Part 3 will be coming soon...

-fastandsloppy



Suburban Underbelly Ch. 03



Dear reader; WARNING: In this chapter I ratchet up the danger and intensity of the story. No one gets killed, but the faint of heart among you may find some of what transpires to be unpleasant. If you are skittish, you may wish to look away.

I will post the last chapter in 2 or 3 days.

All characters are at least eighteen.

***

I lost track of how many times she jolted me with that fucking stun gun. She jammed it onto my ass a few times to herd me into my trailer and into my stomach to get me onto a chair. Then, when she had me handcuffed to the chair, she cut my tee-shirt off with a switchblade and zapped me again just for fun. She laughed the whole time.

"What the fuck Cindy!?" I said when I finally caught my breath.

"I got video of you fucking a student, sub. You're my bitch now."

"Show that goddamned video to anyone you want, I don't care. I got fired yesterday afternoon. And besides a bullshit substitute teaching job isn't worth this shit you crazy cunt!"

Zap!

"You're a pathetic liar!"

It was still pretty early in the morning, eight AM, but it was already getting uncomfortably hot in my trailer. She'd only been torturing me for ten minutes or so, but Cindy Kwan's icy goth affectation was looking distinctly droopy. Sweat beaded up along her brow, blurred her heavy eye makeup and soaked darker patches down the back and in the armpits of her tight black dress. Finally she paused in tormenting me to heave a pant in the humid air.

"Fuck sub, it's hot as Hell in here."

I didn't respond.

"I suppose I'd better get used to it," she said with a crooked smile. "Someday I'll be in charge of the underworld and it won't do to let my thralls see me sweat." She laughed a laugh that made my skin crawl.

I shook my head like I pitied her. But I was just trying to cover up that I was seriously freaked out.

"Well, let's see how your pill is doing," she said and stepped close to squeeze my crotch with her left hand.

In all the casual electrocution I'd forgotten she'd dosed me with Viagra. So had my dick, who didn't seem to like being shocked by that crazy bitch any more than I. However, as she stepped back and began unfastening the long line of obsidian buttons down the front of her dress, I realized she had more in mind than mere torture.

She took her time, slowly revealing herself as she opened her frock and peeled off the fabric to expose her black corset, garters and stockings. She was a skinny girl. Her ribs showed clearly on her upper chest and her abdomen was tight and concave. The corset tried its best to push her tits into respectable mounds, but she was like our beautiful state of Florida: flat and crazy.

Her dark, narrow, Asian eyes gleamed at me with an insane intensity as she sunk to her knees before climbing up my body. She sunk her nails into me like a careless kitten and her long, lank hair dragged along my flesh with a light tickling sensation. She wasn't wearing panties and as she rubbed her pussy up along my leg I could feel she was very wet. I tried to resist but, God help me, I started to get turned on.

"Mmmm, you like your Mistress don't you?" she said as she massaged my erection through my shorts.

I didn't respond.

She noticed the tattoo on my ribs on my right side and leaned in close to inspect it. "Hmm, what's this? A vampire and a... is that a knot or something under her? The vampire looks like me a little, wouldn't you say?"

"It's not a fucking vampire."

Zap!

I didn't know if the battery on that thing was finally getting low or if I was just getting acclimated to being shocked. Whatever the reason, I shook that one off pretty easily.

"Well slave, before pussy gets to eat, mama must feed," she purred. She held up her switchblade before my eyes and flicked it open. Flashing an evil smile, she jabbed me in the neck.

As I screamed like a frightened child she laughed some more, bared her teeth and bent down to start sucking my neck; yes dear reader, she was drinking my fucking blood. When she raised her head up again, her lips, teeth and chin were dripping scarlet.

I twisted and strained to get away, but she had me cuffed to the chair and was sitting on my lap with her legs wrapped under the seat. In truth, it really didn't hurt very much. Mostly it just scared the hell out of me out to have my blood slurped by that high school vampire wannabe.

Fortunately, that's when Lenny and Pablo showed up.

In her crazy rush to cuff me down and taste my B negative, Cindy had neglected to close the front door all the way. So when my two college buddies showed up and heard me screaming in terror, they poked their heads in and froze in confusion at the sight of me struggling to get out from under a tiny, lingerie-clad Asian girl. When I caught sight of their baffled faces I loudly demanded they "get this psycho bitch off of me," or words to that effect.

As they hesitantly advanced on Cindy, she jumped up and whirled around to brandish her stun gun and her knife. She hissed at them like a startled cat and they hesitated, but since she'd only bound my arms I was able to kick her legs out from under her and drop her to the floor like a sack of antlers.

And that's when she started to get really weird.

Lenny and Pablo, neither of whom are what you'd call men of action, paused, reluctant to tackle Cindy and beat the crap out of her despite my loud entreaties to do just that. However, Cindy, once on the ground, began to whimper and beg.

"Please sirs, don't put me into the sunlight. I'll do anything! Anything!" She said crawling on the ground towards my friends with her bare ass in the air.

"What the hell is going on dude?" asked Pablo as she grabbed his foot and started licking his shoe.

"Hey man, you're bleeding," observed Lenny, pointing at my neck.

"That's 'cause she was sucking my fucking blood, Lenny!"

"Is she a real vampire?" asked Lenny.

"Of course she's not a real fucking vampire."

"No, I'm not a vampire. Honest!" she sniveled. "I'll be your slave: anything. Just please don't put me in the sunlight."

"Is this some kind of fantasy you guys are playing?" asked Pablo.

"She's playing, I'm getting my genuine fucking blood drank. Now get the key from her and un-cuff me from of this goddamned chair."

"Where's the key, slave?" demanded Pablo of Cindy as she groveled at his feet.

She slithered across the floor and plucked it from her purse. "Is that all you require of me masters... or, are you going to cruelly ravish me?"

"I still don't get what's going on here." said Lenny as he took the key from Cindy and opened the cuffs.

"I think Vampira here is into some serious dominance and submission play," Said Pablo

"Whoa," said Lenny.

"Anything you want masters. I am powerless... powerless," said Cindy as she crawled backwards onto the couch and let her legs fall open suggestively. Her pussy was shaved bare.

"I'm not touching that psycho," I said, although my cock was registering his firm disagreement.

Pablo stepped up to the couch and looked on her with cool, emotionless eyes. "How old are you Vampira?"

"Many centuries... too numerous to count..."

"Wait, I thought she was just saying she wasn't a vampire?" observed Lenny. He was a pain in the ass to watch a movie with because he couldn't help but point out plot gaps and apparently this habit even extended to sexual fantasies in play. He'd make some gal an annoyingly particular husband some day.

"How old is she Dan?" Pablo asked me.

"I don't know; she's a senior in high school; eighteen or seventeen I guess."

"Dude. You're fucking your students?"

"She's not my student. I got fired yesterday."

He looked at Cindy writhing in anticipation on the couch. "I can see why."

Lenny had stooped down and rummaged through Cindy's purse until he found her drivers license. "She's nineteen," he reported.

Pablo, who had just started law school that semester, had a legal mind if not a moral one. Now, with Cindy's consensual status confirmed, his face took on a look of wicked intent as he turned back to her. "OK slave, you're going to suck my cock. If you try to sneak any blood out of me, we're going to throw you out into the sun to watch your flesh melt away and your body turn to dust."

"Yes master, anything."

Pablo opened his khaki shorts and pulled out his cock. I'd never seen his erect prick before and was surprised it wasn't bigger. He was a stocky guy; not fat, but you could tell he would eventually end up huge. I assumed his cock would be the same. However, Cindy didn't seem to mind as she sat up and began lapping at it eagerly, bathing his shaft and balls in long licks of her tongue.

"Fuck, I want some of that," said Lenny and he stepped over to bring his dick to Cindy's face too. I noticed with surprise that, although Lenny was short, his meat was surprisingly huge; well, bigger than mine anyway.

I stepped out of the room as Cindy began alternating pumping her face onto one cock then the other. I went to the bathroom and recoiled a bit when I saw myself in the mirror. My brown hair stood up like a troll wig and my blue eyes drooped with dark, tired rings; mementos of the long night fucking Hafsa and Sally. Several reddish burn marks marred my stomach where Cindy had zapped me, a small red cut in my neck had crusted over and a smear of drying blood led down to a vivid hickey just above my collarbone. In my shorts, an obvious hard-on strained at the fabric.

"Aw fuck it," I said as I stepped out of my shorts and walked in to join in on fucking Cindy.

When I walked back into the living room Pablo's sweaty ass was perched on the arm of my couch and Cindy's face was being forced back and forth along his cock as Lenny slapped his shaft into her from behind. Lenny had removed all his clothes, but Pablo, who was sensitive about his gut, retained his shirt. Cindy still wore her corset, garters and stockings although the corset had been forced down and her nipples were visible, standing straight out from her chest like hard, dark pink cones.

"You want in here?" asked Lenny.

"Just get underneath her. I'm going to fuck this blood sucker's ass."

I saw Cindy's eyes roll towards me with a look of genuine concern. I smiled at her bitterly.

Lenny pushed Cindy aside to sit on the couch and pull her onto his lap. As Cindy began pumping up and down on his shaft, Pablo moved forward to continue holding her hair and slamming a rough face fuck into her mouth. I stepped over to retrieve the bottle of baby oil from where I had dropped it during yesterday's pepper spray fiasco. I rolled one of the condoms left over from the previous night down onto my unit and stepped forward to take my place in the throbbing knot of flesh. 

I was in no mood to be gentle with Cindy, but the idea of impaling her ass without lube didn't sound very enticing either. So I thrust the nozzle of the baby oil bottle hard up against her asshole and squeezed a generous stream up inside. She squirmed at the sensation. I sprayed my cock with a heavy coating, tossed the bottle away and squatted behind her. I saw the wiry muscles of her scrawny back writhe with anticipation as I brought my head to her greasy pucker. Without further preparation, I pushed deep into her anus with a single remorseless thrust as she gurgled uncomfortably around Pablo's prick.

We went crazy on Cindy; stretching her scrawny body with our cocks and crushing her between us as we used her like a rented dumpster. The sweat flowed off us like rain as sex stink and animal grunts saturated the hot air. Pablo asked if he could take a turn in her ass and I traded with him, laughing cruelly at her retching gags as I forced my funky dick into her mouth. Eventually Lenny and Pablo decided to trade holes and flipped her over before recommencing their double assault. As they threatened to pry her apart at her pelvis I sat back to watch and stroke myself for a while since my legs were still stiff from the previous day's strenuous activity and I needed a break. As I stared, I saw her skin bloom in vivid pink as she emitted a throaty moan and her body twitched with the telltale spasm of a powerful orgasm. When she finally opened her dazed eyes, she reached out eagerly for my dick. Despite myself, I was impressed. She might be crazy, but the girl could fuck.

We pulled her from the couch and peeled off our rubbers in preparation to shower her with our spunk. She panted and looked up at us with hungry eyes as we hovered over her and yanked ourselves to climax. Pearly streams of hot semen erupted from our florid pricks to splatter against her upturned face and tiny tits. Finally we all slouched back, sated and groggy.

"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you..." she said from the floor, repeating it over and over. Finally she pulled herself up and walked unsteadily to my bathroom. We heard the shower running a short time later.

Pablo laughed. "Dude, we were talking on the way up here how we felt bad for you stuck in this shitty trailer in this douche bag town. But shit man, this is freak central." Lenny started laughing too.

I told them what had been happening since the previous afternoon. I told them about getting fired, about Madison, the rape I foiled, the three-way with Mimi, the erstwhile virgins Hafsa and Sally and my torture at the hands of Cindy. They seemed reluctant to believe me and I didn't blame them.

Cindy came out as I finished my story. She was singing liltingly, even joyously. If I didn't know any better I might even believe she wasn't completely bonkers.

Pablo got up to take a quick shower and warned that they needed to be back on the road soon. Cindy kissed him lightly as he left the room and he smiled at her like an idiot. Lenny told me they had dropped by because they were going up to Gainesville to a party being thrown by one of our old college friends who would be graduating in a few weeks. They had tried calling but my land line was disconnected and my cell didn't answer, so they had come over to see if I wanted to join them.

"A college party? Can I go?" asked Cindy. She smiled hopefully, even a little sweetly.

I gave Lenny a wide eyed look; trying to wordlessly convey don't take her with you!

But Lenny, probably envisioning a nice leisurely back seat blow job from a submissive Vampira on the drive up, said, "yeah, OK." And when Pablo came back from the shower and shrugged in consent, I looked at my two bonehead friends in disbelief. There was no way I was going anywhere with that crazy bitch, I don't care how reasonable she temporarily seemed.

So, after Lenny grabbed a quick shower, Cindy laboriously pulled on her outfit and I watched them drive off. I shook my head like I was watching a suicide mission depart for enemy lines. But I also sighed in relief. At least I was rid of Cindy. She was Lenny and Pablo's problem now and, frankly, I was glad they were gone. I wasn't interested in a loud, crowded party. All I wanted was several hours of uninterrupted sleep. I was exhausted.

***

The oppressively hot trailer smelled of sex and sweat. I slept long, but poorly. My dreams were unsavory at best, horrifying at worst. When I found myself looking up at Mimi LaFarge's face framed in her wavy dark hair with its stark white stripe and flanked by a couple of similarly scary women, I assumed I was slipping down into another bad dream. But when Mimi spoke to me her voice seemed strangely real.

"Where's Cindy?"

"She's not here," I replied groggily.

"Her car is out front."

"She's with Pablo and Lenny," 

"Who the fuck are Pablo and Lenny?"

I sat up with a start as I realized this wasn't a dream. Mimi and the other women were in my trailer looming over my couch. One of the women I recognized as the auburn haired, dykey goth girl I'd seen hanging out with Madison, Cindy and Ramona in the school parking lot yesterday afternoon. The other woman I didn't recognize. She looked to be in her late twenties, had a face full of piercings and a green and purple snake tattooed around her neck. Mimi was wearing black and grey camouflage short-shorts and a pink Bikini Kill tank top that strained to contain her big fake tits. The other two were dressed entirely in black; snake neck in a tight skirt and a silk blouse, dyke-girl in a tank top and dungarees.

"Some friends of mine," I answered, suddenly alert. "They went to a party. Cindy asked if she could go and they took her along."

"Why would she want to do something like that?" asked Mimi with an air of disbelief.

"I don't know... she was in a good mood at the time, my buddies asked if I wanted to go. I didn't. She did."

"You fuck her?" asked the dykey goth girl through clenched teeth.

"Lila please, I'll handle the substitute," said Mimi patiently without looking away from me. "So, substitute, did you fuck her?"

"Um, yeah."

"Just you?"

"We... um... we all did. She wanted..."

"Told ya," said the snake neck woman. "You can smell it on him."

"Shit Fran, you can practically smell it from the car," said Mimi with a half smile, still looking at me. "Yeah, I think the substitute will do nicely."

"Do nicely for what?" I asked nervously. I had a bad feeling about the way this conversation was going.

Mimi nodded and the two other women grabbed my arms to hold me down on the couch. I resisted, but they were surprisingly strong. Mimi produced a red handkerchief and a small bottle and dribbled some of the fluid into the fabric. I could smell the chloroform from where I sat. I gave a final burst of thrashing resistance but Lila punched me hard in the stomach and I doubled me over. Before I could straighten out the hanky was being pushed against my mouth and nose. Darkness crept over me. I thought I could hear them laughing.

***

I regained consciousness to the sound and feel of manacles closing over my wrists and ankles as I was stretched out across a cold, hard floor. I was naked. In the dim, flickering light, my vision gradually regained its focus and I saw Madison Mallard kneeling over me. She was naked but for an elaborate sliver pendant around her neck; a goat's skull in a pentagram in a circle of braided snakes. She looked at me with sad, apologetic eyes as she swabbed my body with what smelled like olive oil. Leaning in close she silently mouthed "I'm sorry".

"Sorry?" I said. "For wh...?"

"Mistress, the sacrifice is awake!" called another voice; a close one. Over to my left, also swabbing me with oil, was Lila. She too was naked but for the elaborate pendant. He body was solid and powerful looking, almost manly with compact breasts that seemed to be more muscle than fat. She reached up and pushed Madison away from my face. "Don't fraternize," she said.

Madison shot her an irritated look that was returned by Lila. I thought they might break out into a fight but Mimi walked up and they went back to oiling my body.

...Wait a minute, did Lila say sacrifice?

"Sacrifice?" I said to Mimi as she loomed over me. She was covered head to toe in a hooded robe so only her face showed.

"Oh don't worry substitute, it's not as bad as it sounds. You might actually enjoy it."

Lila snorted a short laugh.

"You get to copulate with the whole coven tonight. What man wouldn't want to fuck thirteen women?"

"I appreciate your faith in my ability, but there is now way I can manage..."

"Trust me substitute, you can."

"I dunno, even with Viagra..."

"We have more potent magics than mere pharmaceuticals, Substitute."

"Well, OK, I'll try... but no promises. Can you unchain me at least?"

"I'm tired of listening to his questions. Madison, gag him."

Mimi handed Madison a ball gag on a black leather strap as Lila looked on and chuckled quietly to herself. Still looking at me with wide eyes and a knitted brow Madison leaned in to place the ball into my mouth and wrap the strap around my head. Her lovely breasts brushed my face as he did so and I felt my cock stir slightly.




Suburban Underbelly Ch. 03



"Yes he's going to do just fine," said Mimi's voice followed by Lila's laugh. I heard Mimi turn and walk away.

The girls finished oiling me and left me alone. I don't know how long I lay there, but I was given plenty of time to check my surroundings from where I lay spread eagled on the floor. The room was fairly large, about twenty feet a side and seemed to be made of brick painted in glossy black. Dripping red candles in a profusion of candelabras lit the room in a wavering yellow light and smoking incense filled the air with an earthy patchouli odor. I raised my head and by craning my neck was able to see that I was stretched out in a pentagram on the floor; my wrists and ankles pulled to four of the five points, my head oriented towards the fifth. I also noticed that they hadn't bathed me. The patchouli and the olive oil added to the stink of my sex and sweat infused body odor rather than covered it.

The situation did not give me a good feeling. I waited and waited and waited while I grew cold and began to shiver. I have no idea how much time had passed, but more than half of the candles' lengths had burned away when the a door opened and thirteen robed and cowled figures, twelve black and one white, marched in chanting something in in language I didn't recognize. They began their service at an altar recessed into the wall oriented over my head and difficult to see.

Like any church service for a faith in which you have no personal investment, it was dull. There was a lot of chanting and some singing in a chorus of female voices. There was a lot of talk from Mimi; tales of a Dark Master, the End of All Things, the True Nature of the World, entreaties to Lillith the first wife of Adam, blah, blah, blah. Then there was a sudden increase in the intensity of the chanting and the infant-like squalling of a cat suddenly cut short. The robed figures gathered around me in a circle while one of them held the bleeding body of the poor cat over me. Warm blood trickled onto my chest while I silently freaked out.

The robed figure held out the dead cat for one of her acolytes to take away. Once rid of it she pulled back her hood and revealed herself to be Mimi; not that I was surprised. Mimi smiled at the circle of witches as she motioned towards me.

"This weak male is now prepared to become the portal for the spirit of the Dark One, a conduit for my own dear daughter to become a new bride of Satan."

The crowd chanted some bullshit as the white robed figure stepped forward. She pulled back her hood and, sure enough, there was Mimi's daughter Ramona; white haired, pale skinned, squinting through her pink eyes at a scene that was no more than just a indistinct blur to her.

"Oh, Satan, tonight I give you my own daughter! Take her so that we might all bask in your greater power!" sang Mimi.

Ramona opened her robe and let it slide from her shoulders.

Let me pause here to say that Ramona had been a hard person to miss at Palmetto South High School. Even in the hottest weather she dressed in shapeless, bulky, black clothes that covered her from neck to ankle and that she accessorized with a kerchief or hat, veil and gloves. When you got close enough to see into her veil you would only see her dark lens glasses framed by her ghostly white face and hair. It was a cloth fortress constructed as protection against her patient enemy, the brutal Florida sun. I had no idea what she really looked within her cocoon.

My surprise was complete when her robe fell away and she stood before me naked. Her hair was white, long and lustrous; cascading down over her shoulders and along the slopes of her breasts in full bodied waves. Although her near-useless pink eyes squinted unappealingly, her nose was straight, her cheekbones high and her jaw sharp and firm. Her breasts were large and well shaped, D-cups at least that swayed with gravity mocking impudence from her chest. Her waist was slender, her hips were full and, head to toe, she was pure white but for an occasional blue vein that showed through her translucent skin. Her body was amazing and strange.

Mimi took her hand and guided her to me. She nudged me carefully with her toe to test where I lay and slowly lowered herself down to kneel astride my pelvis. As her heavy breasts swung pendulously over me my cock responded with immediate approval. She reached down and found my shaft. When she felt its firmness the nervousness she had been holding at bay dissipated and she smiled down at me with happy anticipation. Mimi, standing over us both, smiled too before she pulled her cowl back up over her head and retreated into the ring of witches encircling me and her daughter.

Ramona moved her hips forward and held my penis to slide my glans along the silky crevice of her sex. She was wet and she grew wetter as she pivoted her body up and down along the length of my cock, enjoying the firmness of me slipping along the dampness of her. I wished I could reach up and fondle her long white hair, lick her beautiful ivory tits, hold her body in my arms and pull her close to me; but bound to the floor I could only push my pelvis up and add pressure to our slow, constrained foreplay.

It wasn't long before she decided she was ready. Sitting up, she oriented my erection to the gates of her womanhood and slowly settled onto me. My firmness caught on the resistance within her and her breath hitched in pain as she paused. With her muscles tense under her snowy skin she forced her self down and I felt her girlhood give way as we became one. She pulled back and paused to bite back the pain of her initiation. I raised my neck to look down my body at the wet junction of our sex. I could see a thin drip of maiden blood slowly rolling down her creamy thigh; a smear of it showing in a crimson ring around the base of my shaft. 

She let herself sink onto me again; then again; and again, picking up the pace with each slide down onto my cock. I remained still, letting Ramona set the tempo and the force. Her breath grew from difficult gasps to pleasant sighs as she grew used to the sensation and the pain of her invasion became the pleasure of our merging. I began to buck upward, adding to our dance, enjoying the tight resistance. She leaned forward, pushing her breasts into the sticky pool of cat's blood that covered my chest and stomach. I felt a growing tension in myself as she glided her body up and down along mine; mirroring the lovely blooming of her gathering climax. She kissed me around my gagged mouth as our rhythm grew intense. Our bodies began to shudder together. She arched her back as her breath caught in her throat. I strained against my bonds, growling as my beast erupted within her at the same instant that she cried out and sagged forward.

We were left pressed together, panting, breathing into each other's faces, basking in the glow of a shared zenith of pleasure. The watching circle of twelve suburban witches was forgotten. For that brief time, there was only us.

"Thank you Dan," whispered Ramona into ear.

"Arise daughter," Mimi said from somewhere above. "And don't get too fond of the sacrifice."

Ramona stood. The cat blood covered her porcelain tits and stomach and dripped down over her hips and into her white pubic hair. Her mother wrapped her in a black robe; the white one remained forgotten on the floor. Mimi pulled the deep hood over Ramona's face and let another witch lead her away to take her place in the waiting circle.

Mimi turned in a slow circle as she addressed the crowd. Her voice was low and monotone, conveying a weighty import to her words. "The virgin... my own daughter... she has tempted the angel Lucifer to this place... this mere man... our sacrifice... he is ready to become the avatar for our unholy master's deepest blessing." Mimi took a small box from her robes and held it high. The crowd began repeating Mimi's words as she spoke them. "Oh Lilith (Oh Lilith): first of our sex (first of our sex): true mother of womankind (true mother of womankind): we ask that you retain Lucifer for his blessing (we ask that you retain Lucifer for his blessing.)"

The women in the circle began wailing and circling me with gradually quickening steps. It was creepy as hell. Mimi squatted down beside me and reached into the little box with a gloved hand. She gingerly withdrew a large spider and held it up for me to see, it was a few inches long with long, banded legs that it seemed to be stretching towards me as a warning. Instinctually I tried to scoot away, but I wasn't going anywhere.

"This is a Brazilian banana spider Dan," Mimi told me quietly as the wailing continued around us. "It's one of the most venomous in the world. But don't worry your pretty head, substitute, I let it bite a mouse a few hours ago - killed it, don't you know - so she'll be a little low on venom. See, I don't want to kill you; I'm more interested in the really unique aspect of this little lady's venom. Are you familiar with the term priapism, Dan?"

As it so happened, I was familiar with the term priapism. It's the medical term for an erection that won't go away and that, left untreated, can lead to impotence or even gangrene and amputation. So you see, if the bonds holding me to the floor could have been broken by a mortal man they would have shattered right then because I really, really, really tried to yank the bolts from the floor as Mimi slowly moved the spider down along my convulsing body; pausing to hold it inches from my cock.

"I see I don't have to explain further," she said. "I told you I was confident you could service all of us. You just need a little help from our Brazilian friend here."

And then she pushed the fucking thing against my penis. And it bit me.

The pain was intense, like having my dick injected with glass that was somehow both molten and razor sharp. But sure enough, when I raised my head to look down at my poor cock, it was standing to attention and swelling into a misshapen pillar of mottled, blood red and pale white flesh nearly half again as fat as my usually perfectly adequate boner.

"Our Dark Lord wears this mortal as his sheath!" announced Mimi. The swirling crowd of witches paused and drew near. They threw off their robes and started taking their turns.

Did you ever have a fantasy where a bunch of chicks tie you down and take turns riding your dick? I used to. However I can tell you it didn't involve a painful spider bite that was then shoved inside one pussy after another. I'm sure I left some pretty gnarly teeth marks on my ball gag because I was chewing the hell out of it as it felt like my poor manhood was being skewered with a thousand rusty needles and dipped in acid-lava coated sandpaper over and over and over again.

For what it's worth, the gals seemed to like it. Like I said, I had swollen to an ungodly degree and that fat slab stretching them open as they forced it up their pussies rocketed them to the heights of ecstasy one after another. It seems they took their turns in order of seniority. Mimi went first, sliding down on my prick as it was still in the process of swelling into an obscene column of misshaped flesh. She screamed and clawed at my heaving chest as it grew within her, forcing her wide and making her come in a mercifully short time. Next came some other mature women, some soft and matronly, others eroded and leathery, most with aged, faded, evil looking tattoos. My dick was raw and throbbing as the younger women with firmer bodies and clearer tattoos climbed atop me and forced my grotesque shaft up into their straining cunts before collapsing back panting and satisfied. Finally the young novices like Lila and Madison, their bodies still fresh, took their turn; their faces registering their disgust at my monstrous tool even as their bodies shook with pleasure as the inevitable orgasm took them.

It was Madison who went last. Her face was a mask of pity and reluctance as Mimi shoved her towards me and commanded her to take me inside her. My body was trembling in racking waves of pain and my skin was cold but coursing with a clammy sweat as she obeyed her mistress. Her young pussy was cruelly stretched wide as she pushed herself onto me and she shook with discomfort. She tried to look away as she pivoted her subtle body up and down on my cock, but Mimi grabbed a handful of her bright green hair and made her look at my face.

"See the pain he is in. I want you to get pleasure from his torment! You must dominate him! Be his master as I am your master!" screamed Mimi at Madison as she began to smakc the poor girl's ass with a riding crop causing her supple breasts to quiver with each impact.

That seemed to tip the girl over into ecstasy. Her body drew back like a bow as every muscle under his glistening skin tightened at once. She quaked atop me as her jaw dropped open in a silent scream and she bucked wildly down onto me. Spent, she sagged down and gave me one last pitying look before crawling away.

As for me, I was just glad it was over.

Except... it wasn't over. Mimi now approached me with a knife, a baroque looking, silver weapon with a red jewel in its pommel and snaky details worked into its hilt. She pointed at my tattoo, the shitty, homemade job I'd shown Madison the day before.

"For his services, The Dark One demands an offering of flesh," she announced and squatted down at my side.

Several of the witches approached and held my legs, arms and torso as Mimi traced around the tattoo, cutting into my skin with the blade that was so razor sharp I barely felt it. However when she took hold of the flap and yanked my tattooed flesh from my body, I felt it with extreme and unwelcome clarity. My eyes were watering from the pain as she held up my patch of tattooed hide for me to gaze upon one last time. She turned away and tossed it into a small brazier of hot coals. The smell of my burning flesh filled the room.

That's when I passed out.

***

Thank you for reading. Comments, complaints, suggestions, threats, praise, damnation, accolades and opprobrium are all welcomed and encouraged.

Part 4 will be coming soon...

-fastandsloppy



Suburban Underbelly Ch. 04



Dear reader; this is the last part of a four part group sex tale. If you've read this far you know that I am willing to let the narrative slip into the realm of bat-shit crazy from time to time. That said, let me reiterate that this is a work of fiction and is meant to be entertaining rather than enlightening or socially responsible.

All characters are at least eighteen.

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It was a cold room of unpainted cinderblock with a single, bare light bulb mounted in an unfinished concrete ceiling crisscrossed with ductwork and conduit. I was chained to a stainless steel table; the kind you'd use for an autopsy, or, more probably in my case, a vivisection. I felt sick from the lingering effects of the spider venom, my body ached, my dick throbbed and the skinless patch where Mimi had flayed my tattoo off my ribs prickled with searing pain. There were also fresh burns that Lila had been applying as she worked through practice questions for her GED exam and chain smoked cigarettes, using me as her ashtray as she finished each butt. She was on her fifth Marlboro now and I watched with trepidation it slowly burned down to the filter.

I had no idea what time it was, but I felt like I'd been unconscious for a long time after passing out from pain the night before. I had woke up still tied down as Lila, my young, boyish-girl guard, crushed out a cigarette in my armpit. I was now starting to realize I probably wasn't going to be alive much longer and what little life I had left was probably going to be a nightmare. I would have moaned aloud in fear and self pity if it wasn't for the ball gag.

When Ramona walked in I looked over at her with hopeless eyes. She didn't see me of course; she could barely see anything with her pink albino's eyes. However I could tell she knew I was there by the way her nostrils flared as the turned my direction. But otherwise she didn't acknowledge me.

"Hi Mona," said Lila. Her voice had an eager catch in it and she immediately put her book down to focus her attention on her visitor. I sighed with relief when I saw her stub her butt out in the ashtray.

"Mom wants you guys to call me Lady Ramona, now that I'm a... you know... a woman."

"Yeah, of course Lady Ramona," said Lila without sarcasm or irony. She stood up awkwardly from her chair, looking fidgety and anxious as she plucked at her straight leg jeans and smoothed out the fabric of her black Jolly Roger sweatshirt.

Ramona was wearing the same type of full length black robe the women of the coven had worn the previous night. She had the hood pulled back, revealing her ivory skinned face with her eyes concealed behind dark Ray-Bans. Her long, wavy locks of snow white hair flowed over both shoulders. "How's the prisoner?" she asked.

"He's not giving me any trouble."

"That's good. Because... well, I thought maybe I could finally take you up on your offer."

Lila's eyes went wide. "What, here?"

"Why not?" asked Ramona with awkward nonchalance. She pulled aside her robe to reveal her voluptuous pale body as she sat on the edge of the desk currently cluttered with Lila's text books and scrap paper.

Lila gave me a brief glance and shrugged away any consideration of my presence before she began hurriedly pulling off her clothes. Ramona untied the cord at the neck of her robe and brushed it off her shoulders to sit as nude, quiet and pale as a marble Roman statue. Her nearness and nakedness flustered Lila who almost fell over twice as she distractedly peeled off her jeans while gazing eagerly at Ramona. Soon Lila had wrapped her wiry, muscular body around Ramona's soft, curvy form; pushing skin against skin as they began kissing each other with ravenous, lusty hunger. Lila's hands glided up along Ramona's flanks, her fingers tickling along her ribs. Ramona giggled and shied away, but only briefly as she let Lila surge towards her again. Lila's palms slipped around and under Ramona's full, lovely breasts; hefting them, pushing them together, taking her nipples in her fingers to twist them slightly. Ramona responded with a pleased hum and laced her fingers behind Lila's neck to guide her down her body; letting Lila pause to taste the soft mounds of her breasts; the rough flesh of her nipples; the smooth skin of her stomach that quivered deliciously as Lila tickled around Ramona's belly button with her tongue; finally to kiss across the frosty lawn of her mons and settle in the crevice of her vulva which seemed so shockingly pink against her stark white skin.

I twisted my neck to watched with shallow breath and wide eyes as Ramona leaned back and threw her legs open to let the Lila lap and suck at her greedily. Lila's fingers probed into her to pull Ramona closer from the inside, wearing her on her fingers like a puppet as her lips and tongue fondled and teased Ramona's sensitive bud and damp labia. Ramona's breasts bounced and swayed as her body began to convulse. She writhed in time with her ragged breathing as she quickly stampeded towards climax until she cried out and sagged back, pulling Lila up from between her thighs by a handful of short red hair. Lila flashed a sloppy smile through wet lips. Her eyes darted over towards me and confirmed that I'd been watching. She shot me a cold look.

Ramona sighed contentedly as she grinned at Lila. "I've got a special treat for you," she said and reached behind her to find a pocket in the robe. She pulled forth a thick, black dildo with a network of leather straps mounted to the base. "Help me put this on."

Lila obliged. Ramona stood with her legs wide, holding the phallus to her pubis as Lila looped the top straps around her hips and threaded the bottom between her thighs. With the buckles fastened tightly to Ramona's pelvis, Lila looked up and asked, "How do you want me?"

"Bend over the desk," she said, patting Lila gently on the cheek.

Lila stood and bent over to rest her elbows on the desk. Ramona reached down to feel around for Lila's discarded jeans and pulled the belt free. Looping the leather strap in one hand she slapped it sharply across Lila's upturned ass.

"I knew you'd be a sick bitch," purred Lila. "I love it."

Ramona felt her way into Lila's parted thighs. She began slowly fucking her, sliding the shaft in and out of her partner with slow, deliberate pushes punctuated by sudden swats of the belt across her ass. Lila moaned with each slap.

"Faster," groaned Lila, and Ramona began thrusting into her more violently, slapping her body against Lila's ass on each pump.

"Faster," Lila again commanded and Ramona began pounding the dildo into her. She looped the belt through the buckle, slipped it over Lila's head and tightened it slightly around her neck like a choke collar. "Tell me when you're gonna come."

"Yes Lady Ramona," panted Lila. "Anything."

Ramona was really throwing it into her now, the desk was scraping across the floor on each violent thrust and they were both heaving deep breaths like runners in a long race. "I'mm... cumm... iing..." gasped Lila as it became obvious she was nearing her climax. Ramona pressed her against the desk and pulled back on the belt, cinching it tight around Lila's neck. Her face bloomed red as she struggled for air and her orgasm wracked her body with great quaking spasms, but as the climax passed Ramona did not release the pressure on the belt. She pulled it tighter and Lila's face grew sickly blue as her eyes bugged in her face. She tried to reach behind her, tried to dig at the strap around her neck, but she was too weak now, too faint. She collapsed onto the desk at last; her body limp and inert. 

Ramona reached around her to check her pulse then quickly walked over to me. "Are you OK?" she asked.

"Unnoo," I said around my ball gag.

"Oh yeah," she said remembering that I was gagged. She felt for it and released the strap. I spat it from my mouth.

"Holy shit, did you just kill Lila?"

"No, she's alive, just unconscious. We'd better hurry, I don't know how long she'll be out," she said breathlessly. "Here's the key to your cuffs."

She shoved a key into my hands and I started working to blindly get it into the locks. As I did, Ramona felt her way down my body. I was naked but for a leather loin cloth covering my crotch. Ramona reached under it.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I opened the first lock.

"Removing the leeches."

"There are leeches on my dick!?"

"It was to make the swelling go down so you don't get gangrene. Don't be such a baby."

As they say, there's a time for everything; including a time to feel grateful for having leeches on your cock. It's a strange world my friends.

"Are you letting me go?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

I got the other lock open on my wrist and sat up painfully. The skinless patch on my side burned like crazy. Ramona raised her face to mine and kissed me on the lips.

"Because I like you," she said with a smile as she tossed a handful of leeches across the room.

I bend down, fighting past the protestations of every screaming muscle in my aching body, and quickly unlocked the manacles binding my feet to the ring bold in the bottom of the table. I swung my legs over the edge, dropped to my feet and fell directly to the floor.

"Stop playing around, we need to go!"

"I'm not playing. I'm recovering from being tortured."

"Come on," she commanded and reached down for my hand. I took hers and she helped me to my feet. With me in a loin cloth and covered in wounds and her wearing nothing but a big, black strap-on dildo, we pulled open the door and lurched out of the room into a dimly lit hall.

There were stairs. She helped me up until we reached a door and pushed through. I found myself in the back room of Suburban Underbelly, Ramona's mother Mimi's boutique. Just to my left was the futon where Mimi, Madison and I had a three way a couple of days ago. The lights were out and no one was around.

"Hurry!" urged Ramona.

"Wait, we can't go outside like this."

"I'm not leaving, just you."

"Will you be OK?"

"I'm the princess of these freaks, I'll be fine. Now go!"

"But... How? ...Where?"

Ramona opened the back door and there was Hafsa sitting patiently in her silver Mercedes SUV. She saw me and her eyes went wide in horror.

"Oh my God! Mr. Yost! Oh no, oh no!" she cried as she leapt from the car and ran up to take my hand.

"Get him out of here," shouted Ramona, standing there like a hallucination; flowing white hair, bare white breasts, dark sunglasses and a thick black, latex cock. She stepped back and disappeared back into Suburban Underbelly with a slam of the heavy steel door.

"What the hell are you kids up to!" said a voice from my left as Hafsa helped me into the car. It was an old fellow in plaid shorts and a light golf shirt walking a tiny apricot poodle along the alley. His face was sagging with disbelief.

"Mind your own business!" scolded Hafsa and slammed the door to the car as I slumped across the back seat. She ran around the vehicle, jumped in and soon we were speeding away.

"Here, take these," she said, handing me a fistful of pills.

"What are they?"

"Painkillers, antibiotics and amphetamines; the amphetamines are to keep you awake until we get you someplace safe." I accepted the bottled water she handed me and swilled down the pills.

As I lay in the back seat waiting for the drugs to kick in, Hafsa seemed to be driving around aimlessly. "Where are we going?" I finally asked when I was starting to feel a little better.

"I have to take you somewhere Mimi will not look for you when she notices you are gone, so, for now, I am going to take you to my house and clean you up. But we have to wait until my father leaves for his soccer game. If he sees me drive up with a man in the car... oh, I don't even want to think about it."

Finally she announced it was probably safe. She stopped to throw a blanket over me in the back seat and she drove slowly up her block. We stopped and I heard a garage door start to go up.

"Shit! Shitshitshitshit. Be still, Mr. Y. Be very still."

I knew what that meant. Laying still, trying not to breathe I heard Hafsa chirp a greeting to someone in Urdu and a male voice answer. There followed a rapid conversation of which I couldn't understand a word. Then, suddenly, the talking paused. Hafsa's father began speaking curtly in that tone of voice that comes naturally to suspicious fathers the world over. I heard the back door open and the blanket was suddenly pulled off of me.

"AGH!" cried Mr. Abbasi.

I grabbed the opposite door and pushed it open as I bolted from the car and tumbled into the grass of their front yard. I looked behind me as I struggled to get up, expecting to see Mr. Abbasi bearing down on me. But he was running into the garage, not towards me. I looked at Hafsa with confusion but she just motioned for me to run as she mouthed the word "GO!"

I got up and started limping away quickly. I had no idea where I was or where I should go. But when I looked back again and saw Mr. Abbasi run from his house with a large curved sword in his hand I found my motivation. It didn't matter where I went; I just had to get the hell away from Hafsa's murderous father and his giant fucking scimitar.

I turned left to start cutting through the back yards of the neighborhood. It was a good strategy for me. I was tired and sore, but my long legs carried me over the fences more easily than short Mr. Abbasi. However, still he gained. He may have been twice my age, but playing soccer had kept him spry and quick. So, we cut through yard after yard, jumping fences and walls, disturbing a warm Sunday morning with our desperate chase. I wonder how many families were getting ready for church and looked out to see a man in the leather loincloth with a gaping flesh wound on his ribs pursued by a middle aged Pakistani clothed in a yellow and blue soccer uniform and swinging a large sword etched with Arabic calligraphy.

Eventually I found myself confronted with a high, stone wall. Abbasi quickly closed the distance as I scaled the it and chopped the sword across the backs of my legs as I squirmed over the top. As I landed in a malodorous compose pile on the other side I felt down expecting to find my legs severed at mid-thigh, but fortunately Mr. Abbasi's sword had been some kind of ceremonial affair, rather than a real, chop-the-infidels-to-tiny-bits type of blade. I guess the poor guy was so freaked out at finding a nearly nude dude hiding in his daughter's back seat that he didn't really carefully consider his choice of weapons for the pursuit. Praise Allah for that.

The high wall kept Mr. Abbasi corralled behind me as I limped my way onward. But my panic still increased as it again dawned on me that I had no idea where I was going. But my luck, such as it was, came through for me once again. A blue Volkswagen Beetle pulled up in front of me and a chubby girl flung the passenger door open.

"Mr. Y, get in!"

Even though jumping into girl's cars had not been working out for me lately, I jumped in. She sped off and I hunkered down as low as I could in the passenger's seat.

"Hafsa sent out a text that her dad was trying to kill you so a bunch of us rushed out on a rescue mission. I can't believe I actually found you," she gushed while smiling at me broadly. "This is great!"

The girl looked familiar but I couldn't remember her name. She was one of the brainy clique who seemed to be in every school activity that didn't require looks or talent; newspaper, yearbook, student government, model UN, et cetera. She wore wire rimmed glasses and her brown hair was twisted up into two short braids. She had only driven a couple of blocks when she pulled up a driveway to a long low ranch house and motioned me to follow her around into the back yard. I did.

"Wait here. I'll go inside and open the window." 

I crouched in the bushes and waited anxiously for her to get me inside. Eventually the window opened above me and I crawled though. 

"Thanks," I said as I sat on the bed.

She started talking rapidly, spewing words like she couldn't get them out fast enough. "Wow. This is a dream come true. And I mean literally. I've had a crush on you for sooo long, I even wrote some stories about us. I'd let you read them but my dad found them and freaked out. He ripped them right out of my diary. My mom was all like 'Oh Frank she's just a kid, when I was that age I used to...'"

"You! You're the one who wrote those stories!"

"What? You heard about my stories?"

"Yeah, your parents called Superintendent Dungee and had me fired."

"Dad fired you?"

"What"

"Frank Dungee is my dad."

That son of a bitch! Dungee had been bemoaning the asshole parents who were forcing him to fire me because of their daughter's pornographic fantasy, but it had been him all along. I was furious. I wanted revenge. Perhaps I wasn't thinking straight. I shouldn't have done what I did, but...

"So... tell me about your fantasies."

She blushed. Looking coy, she sunk to the carpet in front of me and smiled. "Well, there's one where I give you a BJ."

"Oh?" I said, opening my thighs, presenting her with the leather flap of my loincloth. She looked from my face to my crotch. Her hand reached up and under the cover. She flipped it up. 

And screamed. Loudly. Hysterically.

I don't blame her. I almost screamed too. In all of the excitement of the escape and the chase I hadn't bothered to look at my dick yet so it was a surprise to me too when I saw how it was still swollen and misshaped from the spider bite, covered with livid pucker wounds from the half a dozen leeches, looking raw and red with irregular patches of black and blue. I sincerely hope my grotesque cock didn't permanently scar the girl's psyche, even if she did kind of get me fired.

Of course, with his daughter screaming in terror Dungee burst in. He saw me sitting there with my horrible dick on display as his daughter cowered in terror before me. He totally lost it. He charged at me with his arms out like he was going to strangle me so I popped him in the nose in the spirit of pure self preservation. He fell away and I ran out of the room and through the house. His wife was screaming from the kitchen as I burst out the front door and into the yard.

So there I was, being chased by an angry father again. Actually, two angry fathers because Mr. Abbasi was walking home with his sword slung over his shoulder when he saw me running down towards him followed by a golf club brandishing Mr. Dungee. I started cutting through yards once more.

When I spotted Madison Mallard's green hair poking out of her red Porsche as she drove slowly down the next street over, I screamed for her to wait. She heard me and stopped, waving me forward until I dove into the passenger's seat and she peeled out with Dungee and Abbasi only a yard or two behind. 

"Hafsa Abbasi said you were in trouble, I figured I owed you one."

"Yeah, you do. Just take me home."

"What if Mimi goes looking for you there?"

"I don't care anymore."

She stopped the car, threw her arms around me and kissed me. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for any of this to happen." I wanted to be mad at her, but couldn't; especially with her looking fantastic in tiny running shorts and a yellow tank top she was wearing without a bra. I was such a goddamned sucker.

"It's going to be OK. I just..."

And that's when Tom Scofield's yellow Mustang turned a corner about a hundred yards away. He spotted us and skidded to a stop in front of Madison's Porsche. When Tom, Cody and Harris, the same three goons that had tried to rape Madison a couple of days earlier, started getting out of Tom's car, Madison threw her transmission in reverse and backed down the street at full speed. Tom was soon following.

They chased us around the side streets and we careened around town at horrific speeds. When an Escalade with three more of Tom's football buddies joined in the chase it started to get really dangerous. We and our pursuers were jumping curbs and cutting corners across folks' lawns. We sideswiped parked cars, threw up low clouds of sparks as we hit dips and bumps at ridiculous speeds and tore the hell out of Franklin Park as we tried to shake our followers by swinging a series of one hundred and eighty degree arcs across the grass. Thanks God there weren't many people out so early on a Sunday or we would've probably killed someone.




Suburban Underbelly Ch. 04



I told Madison to forget about losing the jocks and just try to make it to my trailer. My neighbor Ty and his softball team usually congregated at his place on Sunday mornings. All but a couple of them were ex-cons and they were a scary looking bunch. I figured Ty owed me a favor for the other night with Hafsa and Sally so we might be able to plead for sanctuary. Even Tom and his squad of trust-fund Neanderthals might think twice before picking a fight with that crew.

So Madison headed towards my place outside of town. She was zipping down Jefferson when an F-150 pickup with a couple more of Tom's teammates pulled in front of her and slammed on its brakes. She veered off the pavement and we found ourselves on an unpaved road that led though a construction site to the canal that marked the edge of town. When she turned too fast onto the road running alongside the canal, she lost control of the Porsche on the loose gravel. We spun right off into the water, skipping once like a flat stone.

We sank in about five feet of water and scrambled out to climb the embankment toward the little lot of second growth pines that separated Beautiful South trailer park from the canal. Harris and Cody leapt in to swim after us. The other football players on the opposite bank cheered them on: "Kill the bitch", "Drown the fag", et cetera.

Harris and Cody were big, powerful guys and even though they had to cross the canal and climb the steep embankment they had almost caught up with us as we reached the top. I had frequently complained how my fellow denizens of Beautiful South often used the vacant lot as a dumping ground for all their crap, but as my foot caught on a four foot rusted iron pipe I silently blessed them and their lazy, trashy asses. I grabbed the pipe as Cody crested the rise from the canal, swung it low and caught him right above the knee. I could hear the bone snap as his leg buckled backward and he tumbled screaming down into the water.

I tried to follow through and swing the pipe around to catch Harris, but he dove at me and caught it in both hands. He slammed me on my back into the ground and forced it down against my windpipe. I could see murder in his eyes as he pressed with all his weight. Fortunately his singular concentration on choking the life out of me caused him to not hear his friends across the canal warning him that Madison was coming up from behind. She had a length of rusty barbed wire stretched between her hands which she slipped over his head as if to strangle him. I could see his eyes shift as he noticed the wire drop in front of his face. Reflexively he tucked in his chin down to protect his neck. It was a bad move. When she pulled back on the wire it dug into his eyes instead. Blood and worse erupted from his sockets as he released me to claw the wire away. I rolled free and grabbed Madison's hand. We left Harris behind as he sank to the ground blinded and screaming.

As we dashed through the trees I could hear Tom and his teammates jumping in their vehicles in order to race to the bridge over the canal and catch us at the trailer park. Madison and I sprinted through the little grove, determined to get there first. I forgot my aching body as we dashed along the little bike path the local kids had worn through the trees. 

We got to Beautiful South and were dashing around the back of my trailer towards Ty's when I spotted Sally Schultz and Ramona standing by Cindy Kwan's car, which was still parked out front. Apparently, they too had been summoned into action by Hafsa's flurry of text messages.

"You guys need to get out of here," I yelled. "Those assholes are going to be here any second!"

"What assholes?" asked Ramona as Sally just looked me over with stunned disbelief.

"Holy thhit Dan. What happened to you?"

But the pissed off football players were already pulling into the trailer park. I grabbed Ramona by the shoulders to pull her back across the gravel drive towards Ty's place. I saw with relief that several beat up old cars and trucks were parked around his trailer. It looked like he and his buddies hadn't left for their game yet.

"You!" shouted Tom as he jumped from his car and approached me at a trot. "You ain't ever gonna walk again, fucker."

"Hey Tom easy," I pleaded.

"Fuck you asshole," yelled Madison; not helping at all.

"Bitch, you and your friends here are the ones who're gonna get their assholes fucked, as soon as we've crippled Mr. Substitute here."

Fortunately Ty came out of his trailer just now. His eyes were bleary and he reeked of marijuana. "What the hell's goin' on out here?" he said.

"This ain't none of your business nigger, you just get back inside," said Steve Nixon now standing at Tom's side.

"Oh hell no, you did not just call me nigger!"

"What're you, deaf too; you fuckin' jig?" said Chase Lambford, as he ran up to join in.

Fortunately, the Raiders – that was Ty's softball team's name: they'd wanted to call themselves the ex-cons but the league wouldn't allow it – started spilling out of Ty's trailer. As I mentioned before, they were a rough looking crew. Puerto Ricans, Cubans, African Americans, even a couple of Seminole Indians; they formed a pissed off, baseball bat wielding wall of tattooed flesh.

"You gonna hide behind you homies Substitute?" asked Tom mockingly, but I could hear the fear in his voice. There were only five other football players with him now that Harris and Cody were lying back by the canal. He was outnumbered.

"You best run on back to Crackerville, peckerwood muthafucka," said one of the Raiders.

I turned to the girls. Sally looked terrified, Ramona looked amused but Madison had a fire in her eyes like she was ready to join in on any battle that might erupt. "You all should get inside," I said. Ramona and Sally pulled Madison along with them as they went in. A few seconds later Sally poked out and handed me a pair of Ty's sweatpants. I gratefully pulled them over my loincloth.

"Be careful Mithter Yoth," she lisped and leaned out to peck a kiss onto my cheek. I winked at her. I was feeling much more secure with the Raiders backing me up. And finally having some pants on certainly helped too. 

The Raiders advanced and Tom and his friends slowly backed away. Insults were thrown back and forth, but I could tell Tom was looking for a way out of this mess. But then shit got really weird when a black van pulled up and Mimi jumped out, followed by four other witches, including a very pissed off Lila.

"Where's my daughter, substitute?" Mimi demanded at me over the heads of the crowd.

Obviously more comfortable bullying women than dealing with a sizeable crowd of threatening looking ethnic men, Tom wheeled around to face Mimi. "Get lost you bitch freak!"

Mimi swung her bullwhip, cracking it inches from Tom's head. Seeing a chance to save some face, the six football players charged the five witches. The ex-cons and I stepped back and looked at each other with delighted "are you seeing this shit?" expressions as a battle erupted around my trailer.

One of the older witches immediately brought down Hank Slocum with a long jolt from a taser before Chase Lambford punched her in the jaw. Lila kicked Archie Ralls in the balls and cracked Austin Farley's kneecap with her steel toed boot before Steve Nixon punched her in the stomach and started kicking while she was down. Mimi, who had already driven Tom back with a couple of painful lashes across the chest, snapped her whip at Steve and hit him in the eye with such force that it popped from its socket. He ran off screaming. Fran, the witch with the snake tattooed around her neck, tossed a Molotov cocktail at a cluster of teammates who were rallying to charge Mimi. Unfortunately it sailed past them, bounced off Tom's Mustang with a glancing blow and shattered against my trailer. Long tongues of flame began licking up the side of my home as one of the witches began spraying mace here and there and the melee became a blind, fumbling mess as women and boys grappled with each other and rolled around in the gravel; punching, kicking and gouging. Tom finally got his hands around Mimi's neck but Lila, blood flowing from her shattered nose and mouth, came charging over from the van with a machete. Yelling like a samurai she hacked Tom's right arm off at the elbow with a single stroke. She and Mimi held the remaining jocks at bay as Mimi picked up Tom's arm and tossed it through the front picture window of my trailer, now completely engulfed in flames.

As the air began to vibrate with the wail of an approaching swarm of police cars, fire engines and ambulances, the ex-cons began instinctually drifting back into the trailer and the fight dissolved into a scramble to escape. Two football players managed to flee in their pick-up truck but Mimi delayed too long, having to be pulled back to the van by Lila as she glared at me like she was deciding if I was worth murdering. The first two screaming police cars skidded up and the officers jumped out with guns drawn. I remained outside to watch Mimi and Lila surrender as my burning trailer sagged into flames which now shot twenty feet into the air.

"Dan you better get in here," said Sally from behind me as I watched my life go up in smoke. 

I turned to her. Her eyes were wide with shock and worry. I looked over at the window of Ty's trailer, but the blinds had been drawn. With one last look over my shoulder I followed Sally inside.

I immediately saw what had Sally so worried. Ramona and Madison were sitting naked on the couch, arm in arm with their thighs open and inviting smiles on their faces. 

I would've expected Ty's friends to descend on the girls like ravenous beasts, but they were playing it cool, slowly moving around the girls, drinking them in with their eyes and savoring the moment.

"What should we do?" asked Sally in my ear.

The guys hovered closer to the girls, telling them how fine they looked, how sexy. A black dude sat on the back of the couch to reach down and stroke Ramona's hair. She looked up at him and smiled as his hand moved down over her breast. In front of Madison the two big Seminoles liberated their cocks from their shorts. She leaned forward and took them in her hands. 

"I guess we either join in or watch," I said to Sally.

Ty was moving around the room passing out condoms. The two Seminoles pulled Madison up from the couch. One took her hips in his hands to bend her over and feed his meat into her from behind while the other guided her face to his shaft. Soon they were ramming her front and back as others gathered around to guide her hands to their cocks.

"Gosh," said Sally at my side.

I looked over to Ramona who was now sitting on the lap of a big black dude and playing with his long cock by slipping it along the crease of her pussy. While she did this, Ty stepped up to slap his dick between her big breasts and start pumping her ivory mounds. Ramona rose up, letting the big cock slipping along her slit slide up inside her, her breath shuddering as he filled her completely. A third stepped up to hook a hand around the back of her head and guide her mouth to his cock. Soon three hard black cocks were pumping in and against her smooth milky flesh.

"Hey pretty chica, you wanna dance?" said a Cuban guy to Sally. She looked at me with a "Should I" look. I just shrugged a "If you want to" shrug. 

Looking nervous but aroused, Sally let herself be led out into the room. A couple of others stepped up to surround her. She let them ease her out of her clothes as they played with her firm little tits and stroked her golden bush. Soon their lips and tongues were on her, lapping at every inch of her body as fingers probed her and her hands reached out to stroke their hard dark flesh. She was guided onto the lap of the Cuban dude who met her mouth with a kiss as she sank fully onto his firm cock. She began riding his shaft as a muscular Puerto Rican stepped up with a bottle of vegetable oil. He began slicking her ass and she moaned deeply. As he pushed his cock past her sphincter he passed the bottle to the man under Ramona who began to prep her similarly.

The girls were now getting pumped in every hole as the nine man softball team fucked the three high school seniors in shifting knots of thrusting, sliding skin. Hard, dark bodies invaded soft pale flesh as the girls quickly grew adept and handling so much simultaneous cock. The men grew more energetic, slamming their pricks into their young prey as the girls tipped over into one groaning, panting orgasm after another. The room grew noisy and the heavy smell of pussy and sweat charged the air as, one after another, they grunted out their climaxes into the girls and trembled to a halt. They fell back and to pull off their spunk charged rubbers and mop the sweat from their damp skin. 

Soon it was done. The men drifted away from the panting, loose limbed girls to pull on their softball gear and fret that they would show up too late to their game and lose by forfeit. Ty paused at my side on the way out.

"Hey man, you look like hell. You gonna to be OK?"

"Yeah, I think so..."

"You didn't even join in the orgy. What's up with that?"

"Look at me Ty. I've been beat to hell. I can't handle any of that athletic crap right now."

"Umm, I suppose not. Hey, you chill here as long as you want, my man. I'll be back in a few hours."

"Thanks Ty."

Ty and his teammates made their way past the firemen and cops to get to their game, claiming not to have seen or heard anything or know who lived in the burned up trailer. The cops shrugged and went back to cordoning off the wreckage with police tape.

I turned back inside, towards the girls. They were looking at me with motherly concern. They beckoned me to come over to the couch. I sat down amongst them and they began to baby me. They fetched a sponge and some soapy water to clean me gingerly. They disinfected my wounds and rubbed every muscle with firm but tender fingers. They removed my borrowed sweatpants and bathed my grotesque, tortured cock. Sally cried when she saw it.

It was an indescribable relief when it began to grow stiff in their hands. I had been worried last night's spider venom priapism had perhaps rendered me impotent. True I had grown semi-hard while watching the recent orgy, but it was good to have it solid as steel again.

"Does it hurt too much to use?" asked Madison as she stroked my prick with her soapy fist.

"Only one way to find out girls," I said with a weary smile.

They descended on me, all three of them taking turns on my cock, bringing me to climax, getting me hard again; over and over. In truth, I was in no state for that shit. It hurt. Every inch of my body ached, but I let them take me. I did it because I was glad I could, and because I loved those crazy girls. They thought they were pleasing me and I didn't want to disappoint them. So we fucked. We fucked and fucked and fucked and I groaned moans of pain that they interpreted as gasps of pleasure. They giggled and cooed because they thought they were making me happy. And, in a way, they did, although I was glad when it was finally interrupted by Sally.

She had gotten up to peek out of the blinds while Madison and Ramona were trying to provoke another erection from me. She turned and excitedly informed us that Hafsa was outside. "Haftha's thtanding by what'th left of your trailer talking to two guyth who look like they've been beaten up."

I thought of the two football players who had escaped before the cops had arrived. What if they had come back? I couldn't let them take out their vengeance on Hafsa. I pushed the girls away and struggled to pull my borrowed sweatpants onto my stiff legs as I stumbled in a Frankenstein walk to the door. I burst outside, certain I was about to get beaten to death in the gravel. But it was only Pablo and Lenny who stood chatting with Hafsa. Pablo had two black eyes and an arm in a sling. Lenny had a long line of stitches running along his jaw line and was missing part of an ear. Hafsa's looked up at me with eyes that were wet and red rimmed.

"What the hell happened to you!?" the guys and I asked each other simultaneously. 

"We weren't at the party for more than twenty minutes when that crazy bitch... Oh, I'm sorry Miss," Lenny said to Hafsa before continuing. "When Cindy got us into a fight with some dudes from a metal band. She ran off with them after they beat our asses in front of everybody. We spent all night in the emergency room."

I nodded sadly. I was too tired to lapse into an I-told-you-so. I pointed to Cindy's Toyota. It had been parked next to my trailer and was now scorched on one side; the tires melted, paint peeled and glass shattered. "Well, at least she'll have an unpleasant surprise whenever she gets back."

"So what happened here?" asked Lenny pointing at the black smudge that used to be my trailer.

"And what happened to your tattoo dude?" asked Pablo pointing the raw wound of my missing strip of skin. It was leaking blood again.

But I noticed Hafsa was crying so I didn't answer either of them. I pulled her to me and held her close. Pablo and Lenny looked at each other in disbelief when they saw three more girls spill out of Ty's trailer and rush over to join in with the hug. The more we comforted her the more she cried. Sally begged her to tell us what was wrong.

"Father says he is going to send me to Pakistan!" she wailed.

"What are you going to do?" asked Ramona.

"I'm not going to Pakistan, I can tell you that. I haven't lived there since I was six. They'll only send me off into the countryside and marry me off to an ancient second cousin or something to teach me a lesson. So I've decided to run away from home."

"I'll join you," said Madison.

"Wait, you don't want to do that," I said. Sally nodded quietly and seriously in agreement.

"I do," said Ramona. "I burned all my bridges around here when I betrayed mom's coven. I've got a few thousand dollars I can get my hands on. That'll help."

"I've got some money too," said Madison.

"Wait, wait, wait, running away isn't the answer here girls."

"You do realize that we're probably wanted by the cops for maiming two star High School offensive linemen, right Dan?" asked Madison. "I'm not hanging around to get scapegoated for all this bullshit."

"You guyth can't leave... What... what'll I do?" asked Sally.

"You'll go to Harvard... You'll be successful and rich and one day we'll all show up on your doorstep," said Ramona.

"And we'll fuck like crazy!" said Madison.

The girls all laughed, even Hafsa.

"This is nuts!" I said. But I knew Madison was right. I had to get far away from there or I'd be headed for jail... or worse. The local police were ferocious football boosters. Hell, most of them were former players.

"We'll be a lot safer if we had a man with us," said Hafsa. She was looking up at me with those huge, dark eyes; her chin was nestled against my chest.

I looked out at them. Sally was starting to cry. Ramona smiled, her eyes invisible behind her dark shades. Madison gave me a wry look like she knew I didn't really have a choice. Pablo and Lenny stood staring with their mouths hanging open.

"Shit." I said, surrendering to their logic. The girls crushed in to hug me harder. It hurt like hell, but made me smile. Poor Sally began blubbering lonely tears.

I suddenly felt a strange elation as I gave in to the tide of circumstance that was pulling us out into our new lives together. We had no plans or prospects, but we'd have a little money, our freedom and each other. And I guess if you have to restart your life from scratch, there's a lot worse you could do.

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Suburban Underbelly Ch. 04



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