Driving Lessons

Chapter 11

 

So much happened that weekend I'm going to skip about, not that the things I'm leaving out weren't important, they were. It's just that I'm trying to focus on the important characters.

Sybil, Brenda, Amy and I had breakfast and went back to the motel. For some reason the steady parade of women didn't seem to bother people at the desk. Maybe college towns are different.

Chapters could be written about that morning. Instead, here's the short version of Brenda's deflowering.

Sybil was maybe showing off. She gave me a blowjob while Brenda sat next to us, still dressed, wide-eyed. Sybil told them it was better to do it this way first or else I'd kill the poor girl. Amy just snorted.

Once Brenda was naked and the center of attention, I brought her off with my tongue. Just once, Sybil warned me. At this point Amy was the only one with clothes on, though she had lost her bored look.

Amy and Sybil held Brenda's hands as I deflowered her, breaking her hymen easily. Brenda was in pain and I was ready to stop. This part with everyone in bed with us wasn't like in the movies. Nothing with Sybil around was normal and now she told me I couldn't stop.

"Does it hurt?" I asked Brenda.

She nodded. She was trying not to cry.

"Then I'll stop. Once it heals it won't hurt at all."

"You have to finish," Sybil said.

"Why?"

"You just have to. Sure it hurts, it hurt me. But you have to go on."

"No I don't. I can stop." I rolled off Brenda. "That was nice," I hold her. "You feel great."

"No way," Sybil said. "You can't just stop."

"Okay," I said. I slid down between Brenda's legs and gave a lick. "This feel better?"

I don't think she knew what to do so she nodded.

Sybil still wasn't happy, Amy was getting interested and what happened was we had four of us on the bed, all naked, doing things and comparing notes, Amy tasting Sybil and Brenda, Brenda trying out sucking me, Sybil and me fucking, Sybil and Brenda tasting Amy who had a spectacular orgasm and screamed so loud someone next door started knocking on the wall.

I could be friends with these girls, I realized. It was easy and it felt like we were all growing together. That sounds so like the sixties and this was 1959. Of course this always happens each decade. I was amongst the few who had it happen to them then.

Sybil suggested I call Xeta House to rouse Marianne and she found the number for me. At ten I wasn't getting much of a useful response from anyone and Sybil went down to talk to the guy manning the desk, a student she knew.

She came back saying it meant blowjobs for a week but I could stay another day if I needed it. I'm still not sure she was kidding.

Sybil, Brenda and Amy left after Sybil gave me her dorm phone number and school address. I promised to call them if I was still around at five.

Just before noon I was able to park on Greek row. The guy at the House door didn't know anything about Marianne so I asked to speak to Paul, Gary or Jimmy. He said he'd go see and left me waiting outside. I sat on the steps for a while.

I wasn't sure they even knew her name and she hadn't been the only girl I'd seen there. They might be still drunk, sleeping or extremely hungover. Or they were purposefully ignoring me.

I gave them an hour, got some lunch, packed our stuff (in Marianne's case her bra, panties and liquor) in the car and officially signed out of the room.

At one thirty, back at the House, I knocked again and this time got the runaround about which girl, what girl? there's no girl. Gary was so utterly inept I knew he would either become an ambassador or president. Paul was unavailable. No one knew a Jimmy. Did I have the right House?

So I waited in the car, parked near the House, and watched those going out. It was Sunday so there wasn't a lot of traffic.

Three thirty, almost four I saw Paul leave with Jimmy and a girl in tow. She looked like she was the girl who sat next to me. I caught up with them.

"I need Marianne so we can go back home."

"Mary who?" Paul was a couple of inches taller than me and thought he was smarter for some reason. Maybe the tie and suit. Maybe the girl hanging on his arm. I don't think he knew how she was watching me. She remembered. I gave her a wink and she smiled.

"Marianne. Pretty blond. She stayed here Friday and last night. Built. You know, the girl who always keeps coming back."

Paul looked to Jimmy who shook his head. He turned to me. "Don't know her. Do you go here? If you don't, do you realize you're trespassing? Come on." Jimmy and the girl followed.

A half block away the girl left them. She glanced back at me and walked toward the library, not so fast so I couldn't follow.

I caught up with her by a building surrounded with large shade trees. It was a pretty spot. She drew me down some steps, in a side door, stood there looking up at me, her finger for some distracting reason resting on her lower lip. "You her boyfriend?"

"You could call it that. We came here together and are going home together."

"We talked a little. I told her you kissed me. She liked that. She said you were utterly fantastic in bed. That true?"

"She exaggerates."

"I'd like to sleep with you." There wasn't much inflection in her little girl voice.

"I bet you're hot stuff. You kiss real nice. But I had three girls in bed with me this morning and I'm tuckered. Maybe some other time."

"Three girls? Really?" She was twisting that finger right and left.

"Honest. They were pounding the walls next door because we were so loud." I felt like wringing her neck. "So I'm pooped. No good for what you need."

"We could do it here."

"You know where Marianne is?"

She nodded.

"How about a trade? You tell me where she is. I'll kiss you and then I want you to finger yourself. I'll kiss you while you do it."

"That's all?"

I wasn't sure what she was asking.

"Kiss me first," she said.

I pushed her against the wall, held her hair, pulling it so her head tipped back. I kissed her hard. She started to go limp and I held her up by her hair, kissing her still. With my other hand I pulled up the front of her skirt. She didn't have panties on. "My kind of girl," I told her. I rubbed her crotch hard, swiping my fingers up her wet slit.

She moaned into my mouth.

This was getting me hard. I wanted to push her to the floor and fuck her. Hell, I wanted to take her home with me.

"Now do it," I said.

She used both hands, back against the wall, feet stretched out, skirt up in my fist by her breast. One hand dug into her cunt as the other gracefully circled her clit.

I still held her head. I wanted to rip off her blouse, instead I popped a few buttons getting at her breasts. No bra either. "You're a real slut, aren't you?"

She moaned and worked harder, her pelvis thrusting at me.

"Tell me you like cock."

"I like cock."

"Tell me you like cock and mean it."

"I want your cock."

"Louder."

She tried to shake her head and I slammed it back.

"Louder."

"I want your cock."

"Mean it, you little bitch."

"I want your cock. Please."

"If you come for me I'll let you touch it with your tongue."

She moaned and was thrashing from side to side.

"Where do you want my cock?"

"In my mouth." She was reaching up to me with her lips, opening them wide.

"You have to come first."

"In my mouth. Please. In my mouth."

"You won't swallow it after I come. You have to hold it in your mouth. You'll leave here and the first man you see you'll drop to your knees and say, "I drink come," and let it dribble out so he'll know it's true. You don't care who it is, do you?"

She tried to shake her head.

"You don't care who it is. So why don't we strip you here and now. You're going home with me. Aren't you? Come you bitch."

She froze and then a shudder ran through her body. She fell to the floor, shaking spasmodically. Still shuddering, she rolled onto her back, eyes wide, fingers still working in her cunt.

"Good girl."

I'd gotten completely carried away and forgotten myself. She lay on the floor, blouse open, hands working away.

"Tell me where Marianne is and I won't bother you any more."

She couldn't stop. I was afraid to kneel down to her, get any closer. There was another orgasm and she slowed, stopped.

"Where is she?"

"I want your cock. Please."

"Get up. Now."

She rose to her knees and I pulled her the rest of the way, up by her elbow.

"So," I said. "Do you let them fuck you?"

She nodded, looking at me, tilting her head slightly.

"Do you want to stay here or go home with us?" I was getting in way over my head.

"With you." She began to pull up her skirt. "Please."

"Okay. Show me where Marianne is."

"You'll fuck me?"

Heaven help me, my knees were shaking so hard I could barely stand. I wanted to take her every which way right now. On the floor. Against the wall. Again and again. Which was so different from what I'd felt earlier with Sybil, Amy and Brenda. This was of an entirely different nature. I wanted to completely break her to my will. "I'll fuck you from here to Sunday. I'll use your ass and mouth and my friends can use your cunt. They'll line up for their turn. You'll thank each one of them for their using you since their using use pleases me. And if it pleases me, it pleases you."

She was starting to shudder again. I kissed her hard, sealing the bargain, sealing my doom, and she came moaning into my mouth.

I backed away. My palms were sweating. If just words— "Take me to her."

"Okay," she said, back to her little girl voice. She walked past, her hand sneaking a stroke of my bulging crotch and she smiled back, her finger on her lip again.

She led me to another Greek House, which I'll call the Sigmas. "She's here."

I didn't bother knocking, just went in, pulling her after me. We could hear them off to the left. We found Marianne and them in a large room. A bunch of guys with shaved heads, Marianne on the floor, red ass in the air, dripping. A group of guys wearing ties, one with a leather belt hanging from his hand.

The one holding a fist full of dollar bills looked at me and said, "You have to get in line."

"I'm taking Marianne home."

Marianne said in a moan, "I'm waiting," while she waved her ass.

"The blonde whore? We have her for the rest of the day. Wait your turn." He turned to one of the shaved heads, "Rats are a dollar. Use either hole."

The transaction was quick and the rat was down on his knees going at it.

"Time to go, Marianne."

"I. Have. To. Stay. Another. Day."

"Shut the fuck up," the guy with the fistful of money said to me. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"

The girl next to me stared at Marianne.

"She's going home with me. Right now."

"Hardly. We have her for the rest of the day."

The rat finished and another took his place while we argued.

I could call the police but I believed Paul. I was the trespasser. The girl next to me was slowly lifting her skirt, on her face a look which I won't try to describe.

That rat done, another took his place. Marianne was saying something that was being ignored.

"Give her a whack," the guy with the money said.

The belt came down hard across her back while she was being fucked, wrapping around and under. She jerked forward, the rat backed and fell out, shooting onto the tarp at his knees. He tried to stuff himself back in but was pulled away.

"Next. Give her another whack first."

The belt landed on Marianne's ass and she dove forward, falling prone. Marianne was mumbling something and I think it was, "More. More."

"Shit. Roll her over. Okay. Next."

The rat fell onto Marianne and her knees lifted. I could see her toes were curled tightly. She began to moan.

People were coming in to stand in line as others left. Greeks were free, rats and other students a dollar each. Nobody cared about Marianne's finer qualities. Nobody noticed the girl next to me, her skirt hitched up, her fingers working her cunt. She started to sway so I held her, pulling her back to the wall.

The guys were mostly lasting 30 seconds to a minute each. Even so it was getting crowded so they let guys who couldn't wait beat off and dump in Marianne's mouth for free.

The girl next to me thrashed from side to side as she watched.

"Do you want me to whip you like that?"

She came hard, fell back against the wall. "Or would you rather I trade you for Marianne? You could get what she's getting, right now. It would please me." I stilled her hands, though she thrashed wildly. "Do you want to be their slave? For real? For today, a week, a year? However long they want you? Just like Marianne?" I let go of her hands, turned her and pushed her to the wall, held her hands in one of mine over her head. I dug my other hand into her dripping crotch. Three fingers, four and let her buck onto them.

"One minute," I said. "And then I'm pulling away. We can leave Marianne here and I'll take you home with me." Heaven help me, I could easily do it. "Or, you will turn around, take off your clothes, drain my cock, and show these men here how much you crave fucking. How much you want the whip, want to be their slave." I twisted my fingers in her. "Understand?"

"Yes." The little girl voice.

"Minute's up." I pulled myself away. I think people were starting to notice us.

She turned and faced me, letting her skirt drop. There was nothing on her face. Marianne gave a loud moan and the girl smiled. She gave a nod, Marianne began to moan continuously, as the girl unbuttoned her blouse.

Her eyes never left mine as she stripped and more people were noticing us. She fell to her knees in front of me, unfastened my pants. They fell to my knees and she said, "I drink come," in a loud enough voice for everyone to hear.

I held her hair and used her mouth as if it were her cunt, fucking hard, deep and fast. She hung there limp, her hands by her knees, and I think she came again as I did, pulling back to fill her mouth.

"Good girl. Show these nice men what a slut you are."

Her eyes still on me, she stood, mouth closed, and went to the guy with the money, who'd come closer to watch. Her eyes stayed on mine as she knelt in front of him.

Her body wasn't as lush as Marianne's; it was graceful and nicely shaped with firm breasts and a firm round ass. It's funny the things you notice.

"Look at him and tell him."

She cupped her breasts, offering them, and said, "I drink come," the come dribbling out of her mouth, onto them.

"Fair trade?" I asked. "This slut for Marianne? Whip her first and that's the last thing I'll ask you to do." She turned to me and smiled, dipping her head just a little, her mouth open, still dribbling come. What strange games we play.

They were whipping the girl while Marianne reluctantly dressed in the girl's clothes. "When'd you get here?"

"Later. We need to go."

I saw a guy with a pen in his shirt pocket. He let me borrow it. I wrote my name and address on a scrap of paper.

The paper I gave to the guy with the money who absentmindedly took it. "You don't want the girl any more or she wants to leave, call me and I'll get her."

I think he threw the sheet away because I never heard from her. When we left she was writhing in pain and ecstasy while she was being whipped. The guy who was doing it had his hard cock sticking out of his pants. It looked like he'd be first.

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