The Misfits 
Chapter Five

"I can't believe she treated me like that!" Mom said, or maybe ranted would be a better word. "Who does she think she is? Spitting in my face! We'll see about that!"

I concentrated on using the steamer machine to clean the living room carpet and it actually turned out to be sort of fun. We'd borrowed it from one of our neighbors, an old guy who always liked to sit outside and watch Mom. Especially when she washed the car in her bikini top and cut-off shorts in the summer. I always thought he was kind of a perv, but he never said no when Mom wanted to borrow something either.

"That stupid slut! I'll show her a thing or two!" Mom went on as she stomped around the house. "We'll see who loves who around here! She can't tell me who I can fuck and who I can't!"

"Whoa!" Mr. Moore opened the front door and smiled at me. "What's going on in here?"

"Uhhh…" I blinked at him and turned off the steamer.

"I'll fuck any cock I want to! That bitch better watch out! The next time I see her, I'm going to…Oh!" Mom blinked at him too as she entered the living room. "Hello, Carl."

"Hi," he said. "What are you guys up to?"

"Spring cleaning," Mom replied, giggling and shrugging her shoulders and looking seriously guilty.

"At nine o'clock on a Wednesday night?" Mr. Moore cocked an eyebrow.

At least we were cleaned up. After taking a long bath and eating some dinner, I actually felt pretty good. My butt felt kind of sore and I still had some semen squishing around way up inside me, but I didn't mind that. My lips might have been bruised and my tongue felt sorta weak, but other than that I didn't even feel particularly guilty. In fact, I felt kind of good about seeing my mom gang fucked by three bullies and my girlfriend.

"You know," Mom said out of the blue. "I've been thinking and I'm not sure I'm ready for marriage."

"What?" Mr. Moore said before I could and we both stared at her as Mom took off her engagement ring.

"I'm sorry," she said. "But I can't marry you, Carl."

"Why not?" he asked reasonably. "I love you."

"No," she sighed. "You love fucking my son. I think it would be best if we didn't see each other anymore."

"But…You can't do that! We made plans…The wedding!"

"You've got a wonderful cock," she said. "Really, you do, but…I'm sorry, I don't want to marry it."

She held out the ring and Mr. Moore's face had turned bright red as he stared at it.

"Fine." He snatched the ring and left without another word, slamming the door behind him.

"Whew!" She laughed and widened her blue eyes at me.

"What are doing, Mom?" I asked.

"I don't know!" she said happily and practically skipped out of the living room.

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Marcia picked me up in her mom's old car just because we were both bored and kind of wired after all that sex with Billy and his two friends. It had been too long since the last time we'd had sex like that and we were both excited and kind of silly about it. I really needed to talk with someone about my mom too and I only had one friend.

"I think she's crazy," I said and then frowned as Marcia giggled. "It's not funny!"

"Sorry," she said. "It's just…I don't know why she'd want to marry that guy in the first place!"

"Yeah." I looked out the window as she drove around suburbia. All the houses looked identical and I picked one at random. "Who lives there, I wonder."

"Heh!"

"Maybe she needs help," I thought aloud. "Like a psychiatrist or something."

"You worry too much."

"She's my mom."

"Well, okay…But you still don't have to worry that much."

"She was all excited about the wedding…"

"And she changed her mind," Marcia said with a shrug. "It happens all the time and to guys a lot better than him."

"She changes her mind like every five minutes now."

"She's a girl; she's supposed to!"

"Yeah, but…" I frowned because it was sorta hard to argue with logic like that. "Where are we going anyway?"

"You want to go up to the Peak?"

"What?"

"I'm still horny!" Marcia giggled. "I think it's my diet pills."

"I think it's just you."

"Maybe! You want to go back to your house?"

"No way," I said. "My mom's kind of mad at you."

"For pissing on her?"

"No, she's okay with that, I think."

"The spitting thing?"

"Yeah. That and telling her not to fuck me anymore."

"Well, she shouldn't. That's why she's getting blackmailed in the first place."

"I know," I said with a giggle. "That was so cool."

"Yeah!" Marcia laughed too. "I thought you were gonna be mad."

"I was, sort of," I admitted. "I'm just glad we had sex again."

"With Billy and those guys? Yeah. Me too."

"Mom liked it anyway."

"She's a slut."

"I know. She was always a slut, but she only fucked guys one at a time."

"That kinda defeats the purpose."

"Kinda," I agreed. "Do you really think she licked pussy before?"

"Definitely!" Marcia said. "She's almost as good at it as you are."

"Hmmm…"

"She like dove into my hole too! Did you see her?"

"Yeah."

"I think she licked my uterus."

"Isn't that like in the back someplace?"

"She's got a long tongue!"

"Really?"

"You never noticed?" Marcia giggled. "Your mom is hung!"

"Oh." I thought about that for a second. "That sounds stupid."

"I heard it from Billy's sister."

"Cindy?" I rolled my eyes. "She's weird too."

"We should hook them up."

"Who"

"Your mom and Cindy, like her friends too, you know?"

"Why?"

"I dunno. Maybe we could turn your mom into a lesbian."

"You mean they could."

"Yeah, but we gotta set them up, so…"

"I don't think I want my mom to be gay."

"Why not? That would be so cool. She could find a life partner and move to san Francisco and be happy and…"

"Shut-up!"

"Or maybe not," Marcia said. "It was just a thought."

"I like my mom the way she is."

"I thought you didn't."

"I mean, I like it when she likes men," I sighed. "Stop teasing me all the time."

"That's what girlfriend's do!"

"I thought you were Billy's girlfriend again?"

"Jealous?"

"Kind of."

"Good! I want you to be."

"Are you his girlfriend now?"

"No! God! He's such a jerk! I just like fucking him."

"Me too," I agreed. "He's like a bad habit."

"An addiction," Marcia said. "We need like a twelve step program."

"We just need a new boyfriend."

"We've been saying that for a month."

"I know," I sighed.

"Anyway, they're gonna come over tomorrow again."

"They are? What? You too?"

"Of course, silly! It's better than bringing your mom to Mark's garage, right?"

"Ummmm…" I shrugged. "Good point."

Marcia kept driving and I think we both just wanted to get away, or at least pretend like we could, and drive until we were someplace else and had to come back. Probably a lot of people feel like that sometimes. It's nice being in a car sometimes, insulated and it feels like nobody can see you or hear you, like it's real privacy and yet the whole world is passing right by.

"My dad still thinks I'm a virgin," she said with wry smile. "He's such a dork."

"My mom knows I'm not," I sighed.

"I can't even imagine fucking my dad."

"Is he hot?"

"No!" Marcia rolled her eyes. "He's got a little dick too."

"You've seen it?"

"Only by accident."

"Oh. Where are we going?" I wondered as she'd taken a turn up a hill. "Piper's Peak?" I read a sign as we went by

"Yeah," she said. "It's nice up here. Right?"

"I dunno," I replied. "I heard that's where everybody goes to make out."

"Not on a Wednesday night!" Marcia laughed. "Too bad we missed the sunset."

"Yeah. I'm gonna be sleeping on the way back."

"You can sleep up there," she promised. "I've got a blanket in the back."

"Mark's?" I made a face.

"No! God! I hate that guy. What a jerk." We reached the top of the hill and Marcia pulled off the road and onto a large, open field of grass. 

"You're driving on the grass," I said, grinning at her.

"It says dogs stay off, not cars! Besides, everybody parks on the other side anyway. See?"

I did see. There were a half-dozen cars parked on the opposite side of the park, overlooking the town below. Piper's Peak wasn't a mountain, probably not even much of a hill compared to some places, but it was the highest place around and the view was nice, especially at night. There were a billion stars above us and the lights below looked pretty. We could see the jets taking off from the air force base in the distance, their afterburners glowing silently as they streaked along the blue lighted runway. Someone had a car stereo going loud enough for everyone to enjoy, playing one of the local radio stations and I kinda wished they'd turn it off.

"Now what are we gonna do?" I wondered, looking at Marcia in the dark as we sat there.

"I dunno," she sighed and it would have been funny, except it seemed kind of pathetic.

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Mr. Moore gave me an F on my pop quiz and then an hour of detention when I frowned at it. Mom was mad at him, not me!

"Lie down on my desk," he told me. "No, leave your clothes on, faggot. Get on your back."

I wasn't exactly sure what was going on, but I did what he told me to. I lay lengthwise on his desk and he pulled me so my head hung over the edge of it and everything looked upside down. My knees were bent at the other end and he walked to the door, but I'd locked it as soon I'd walked into his classroom for detention. Now Mr. Moore unlocked it, opening the door and looking into the hallway outside.

He glanced at his watch and then looked at me over his shoulder and I almost asked him what was going on when I got my answer.

"About time you showed up," he said and an older man only shrugged and then smiled when he saw me.

"So, the rumors are true, huh?" He chuckled. "And you've been keeping him all to yourself?"

"Well, I figure you had your hands full with that grandson of yours," Mr. Moore said.

"Oh! I did have my hands full with that sweet boy," the man agreed. "My son-in-law took that job in Atlanta though; packed up and moved away last week. I'm already missing him."

"I'm going to miss him too," Mr. Moore said with a chuckle. "He sure loved to fuck."

"That's what I've heard about you," the old guy told me. "You're a real cock hound, from what Carl has told me."

"I don't know," I said slowly, lifting my head as he stepped close to the desk, pushing my knees apart.

"Faggot, this is Mr. Eagleton," Mr. Moore said. "He teaches at the high school."

"Freshman English, among other things," he said, smiling down at me. "I can't wait to teach you a thing or two."

He was even older than Mr. Moore, like sixty or something, with grey hair and bushy eyebrows. A strong face though, not like my math teacher's, and a tall, thin body. Not frail though, Mr. Eagleton wasn't one of those old guys walking around with a cane. He stood straight and proud and his hand felt strong as he grabbed the crotch of my pants and gave my dick and balls a squeeze.

"Oh!" I blinked at him.

"You'll be my teacher's pet next year, won't you?" he asked and I nodded quickly. "Good. Do you like getting fucked, pet?"

"Y-Yes," I breathed, feeling my penis growing stiff as he rubbed it through my pants.

"I can tell," Mr. Eagleton said. "I love fucking pretty boys like you."

"Put your head back down, faggot," Mr. Moore told me as he undid his trousers. "Today you're going to learn how to deep throat."

"Let's take these off," Mr. Eagleton said, undoing my belt and then the snap, tugging my pants and underwear from under my butt.

My dick popped free, pointing at the ceiling as Mr. Moore slapped my cheeks with his semi-hard cock. With my head down all I could see were his large balls mostly, hanging low in his wrinkled, hairy scrotum. I welcomed the rush of excitement that filled me and my hands fluttered as Mr. Eagleton got my shoes off and then my pants. He put my naked legs over his shoulders as he started freeing his own swollen manhood.

"Just open your mouth," Mr. Moore whispered. "I'm going to fuck you the way I used to fuck your bitch of a mother."

"Ummph!" My eyes grew large and my lips were stretched taut around my teacher's fat penis as he pushed it into my mouth.

I reached for his hips and Mr. Moore held my head with both hands on either side of my cheeks and jaw. He usually didn't go too far because I always ran out of room quickly and gagged, but this time he pushed his smooth cockhead to the entrance of my throat and ignored the muffled gasps and coughs I made.

"Let me in, faggot," he said. "Open that throat of yours. I'm going to push hard in a second…Ready?"

I blinked at him, trying to swallow and open my throat like he told me too, but I didn't know how. A second later, Mr. Moore pushed hard, just like he'd promised. At first it hurt a little, but then I did swallow and that's when he slid half a foot of thick cock into my much too small throat.

"Ohhh…Fuck yeah! Take all of it, faggot," Mr. Moore groaned, pushing again and my teeth scraped the shaft as he forced my mouth as wide as it would go.

At the same time, with my math teacher's heavy balls pressed against my nose and hanging over my watery eyes, the high school teacher found my vulnerable asshole with his cock. Mr. Eagleton held my thighs tightly and popped his cock past the soft ring of my anus and into my rectum easily. He wasn't exactly small either and I felt my asshole burn as he pumped my butt with long, deep strokes. He had no trouble giving me every inch of his prick and his balls slapped my upturned ass while we fucked.

"Breathe," Mr. Moore told me, pulling his cock back until only the glans rested on my quivering upper lip.

A wash of spit seemed to pour out of me, clinging to his long wet shaft and dripping onto the floor. He let me take two or three deep breaths before pushing his cock home again, forcing the glans into my throat. With my head tilted back like it was, he had a nice straight shot between my lips. I barely knew what we were doing, between the cock driving into my asshole and Mr. Moore using my face like a cunt. We practiced until he could slide his cock in and out of my throat easily. I learned how to open my esophagus for him anytime I wanted and keep it that way, catching my breath in between his slow, deliberate thrusts.

The two men fucked me like that for a long time, or so it seemed to me, but I had no way of telling. I couldn't see the clock on the classroom wall; only my teacher's balls as they'd move closer, tickle my face, and then pull away again. The beautiful sensation of a long, swollen penis stretching my asshole around it; I felt like I'd died and gone to fag heaven.

"Mmmm…Pet! You've got a beautiful ass," Mr. Eagleton told me. "Like fucking a little girl, you know that?"

"He's a real cocksucker too," Mr. Moore said with a chuckle. "Want to switch?"

"Let me dump a load in his cunt first," the other teacher said. "I'm getting close now."

"Me too," Mr. Moore agreed. "Jesus! This faggot's throat feels just like his mother's ass."

Mr. Eagleton came first, driving his cock balls deep inside my butt and holding himself there with a nice, slow grind of his hips. I tried to clench my soft muscles around him, but that made it hard to keep my throat open for some reason and Mr. Moore fucked my mouth hard and fast as his orgasm approached. When he finally came, I didn't taste anything. I could only feel his cock jerking against the tight confines of my esophagus as his balls emptied directly into my tummy.

I slapped his thighs, feeling my lungs ready burst with the need for air, and my teacher pulled his cock out of my mouth slowly. He left a trail of semen behind, drooling onto the roof of my mouth as I was still upside down, and I used my tongue to collect it. Swallowing felt uncomfortable though, almost painful after being bruised by Mr. Moore's large cock. I felt like I wanted something cold and wet, a big bowl of ice cream maybe, just to soothe my throat. I got Mr. Eagleton's cock instead, hot and slimy after cumming inside my ass just a few minutes before.

"That's a good pet," he sighed, not forcing his dick into my throat, but letting me wash the salty, bitter flavor away with my tongue.

"Someone likes it," Mr. Moore said, standing between my legs and letting his flaccid cock lay across my erection.

He pulled up my legs and moved his hips, sliding his cock back and forth until it began to stiffen once again. He reached down to wrap a hand around both of us, holding my smaller penis against his fat cock and jerking us off together. I enjoyed that a lot and nursed eagerly on Mr. Eagleton's dick as it grew long and thick once again, closing my lips around the shaft and urging him with my eyes to pump my mouth. I teased him with my tongue, exploring his piss hole and circling the bulbous glans and he sighed with satisfaction.

"Hmmm…This one loves cock," he said. "You should bring him to the club, Carl. It isn't fair keeping a boy like this all to yourself."

"I was waiting until after the wedding," Mr. Moore replied, pulling his cock all the way back and rubbing my balls with the head. "But since that isn't going to happen…Ugh!"

"Mmmph!" I grunted around Mr. Eagleton's cock as my teacher pushed half his dick inside my cummy hole.

"…I'll bring him around Sunday afternoon," he continued, fucking me with half his long cock and working it a fraction deeper with every thrust.

"I'll let the others know," the older man agreed as he reached down to stroke my damp, sticky face. "I've got a friend who would love to meet that sexy boy cunt of yours, pet."

"A four legged friend?" Mr. Moore asked with a chuckle.

"Every dog should own a boy," Mr. Eagleton said with a laugh of his own.

"Ummph mmmph…" I moaned as my dick began spewing hot cum all over my stomach and thighs, jerking wildly with a rush of pleasure. Mr. Moore had found my prostate with his penis and he groaned softly, rocking his hips and grinding himself against that pillow of sensitive flesh. I really wished my mom hadn't dumped the guy!

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"Ohhhh yeah! Suck my cunt, bitch! Deeper! Lick my cervix, you slut!"

I found Marcia sitting on my mom's face, both of them naked and pink all over, damp with sweat like the three boys watching them. Actually, Billy and Mark were watching, sitting on the floor and leaning against the sofa drinking Mr. Moore's beer. Dale lay between my mom's thighs, pumping her pussy with his cock and sucking her tits while she squirmed eagerly beneath him.

"You're late, fagboy!" Billy grinned at me. "We had to start without you."

"Get your clothes off," Mark said. "Join the party, faggot!"

"I'm gonna cum! Fuck!" Dale groaned, arching his back and pushing his dick as far inside my mom as he could get it. I stared at his clenched butt cheeks as I undressed quickly.

Marcia giggled at me, looking almost drunk as she wiggled her butt around. Her brown eyes were glassy and her nipples were about an inch long. She held my mom's ankles in her hands, keeping her legs high and wide as Dale filled Mom's horny cunt with his spunk.

"Your mom's been eating me for an hour!" she said. "God! What a dyke! I keep cumming!"

I guessed my mom hadn't told Marcia off like she'd planned to.

"Clean that hole up, fagboy!" Dale told me as he pushed himself away from my mom. "I can't even feel it when I fuck her anymore."

The boys must have all fucked her at least twice. Her pussy looked red and puffy beneath the glue-like glaze of semen that covered her. Mom had made a puddle on the carpet, a pool of cum under her oozing cunt and around her ass. As soon as I'd undressed, Billy pushed me to my hands and knees, shoving my face into Mom's pussy and I found her full of boy cum.

"Yeah! Eat your mom's pussy, faggot!" he said, sliding his cock between my butt cheeks. "What the fuck's this?"

He pulled out the wad of toilet paper I'd used to plug my butt after getting fucked by those two teachers after school.

"Oh! That's sick!" Billy laughed and threw it across the living room. "Fuck! What happened to your ass? Somebody fuck you with a baseball bat?"

"Heh!" Mark looked over his shoulder. "What a fag!"

Mr. Moore had really stretched my hole with his fat cock, the way he always did, and my puffy asshole gaped as Billy pushed a finger inside me. I wagged my butt as I lapped up the cum from my mom's pussy, finding her rubbery labia long and loose around my tongue. I didn't even have to lick; I covered her hole with my mouth and sucked the semen out of her, swallowing quickly as it flowed past my lips.

"You like that, fagboy?" Billy asked, putting two and then three fingers inside my butt. "I bet I could shove my whole hand in there."

"Do it!" Mark said with a laugh.

"Fist the fucker!" Dale agreed and I grunted into my mom's cunt as he added his pinky finger and they seemed kind of big to me.

"Ummm…Yeah," Marcia breathed. "Fuck him, Billy! Fist fuck him!"

Mom shivered beneath me, reaching for my head and digging her fingers into my hair. She held me tight against her pussy as she began lifting her hips against my stiff tongue. My throat still hurt after getting fucked by Mr. Moore, but swallowing the ripe juices from her overflowing cunt felt almost soothing in a way. The mixed up cum from three teenage boys, plus my mom's oily goo, slid down my bruised throat and into my tummy.

"Umph!" I jerked and tried to get away when Billy tucked his thumb into his palm and pushed his hand inside my butt.

My eyes watered as my asshole began to stretch around him and I tried to relax, but he felt much too big. His hand had to be nearly twice as thick as Mr. Moore's cock, I thought, and it wasn't shaped like a dick either. I winced with a sharp grunt as my tender muscles burned in protest and then there came an odd popping sensation as my sphincter snapped shut around his wrist. The pain went away like magic and I only felt incredibly, amazingly full as Billy curled his fingers into a fist.

"Shit! You got your hand in his ass, dude!" Dale said from behind me.

"How does it feel?" Mark wanted to know.

"Fuck him!" Marcia gasped, tilting her head towards the ceiling and yanking on my mom's legs as the girl had another orgasm.

"He's hot!" Billy said, turning his fist inside my rectum so that his knuckles seemed to ratchet against my soft flesh. "Tight as fuck too!"

I couldn't do anything but lick and suck my mother's pussy while Billy began to push and pull his hand inside me. He didn't try to pull it out, but only moved it a little back and forth and that made me cum. My semen didn't really spurt out though; I wasn't even hard! My flaccid penis just spasmed slowly, as if I had only half an orgasm, not a real one at all, and the stuff leaked from my dick like milky drool. When Billy pushed deeper, it got a little uncomfortable, but I pushed myself back as much as I could. My asshole felt stuffed and I felt the pressure everywhere, in my gut, in my thighs, against my bladder as I felt the need to pee suddenly.

"Fuck him hard, man!" Dale said.

"Punch his ass, Billy!" Mark suggested.

But mostly I couldn't really pay attention to what anyone said. I had my tongue buried inside Mom's cunt, swimming in cum and drinking it down while she came. My body shuddered and my dick wouldn't stop cumming. Every time Billy jammed his fist into my bowels, my balls would jump and another spasm of pleasure would push the cum out of my limp dick. He only had his hand inside, but it felt like he'd buried himself up to the elbow in my butt!

When he pulled out, and that did hurt for a few seconds as I was stretched around his hand again, Mark threw his cock inside me and immediately started complaining.

"Fuck! I can't feel anything now!" he slapped my ass. "Like fucking a bucket of spooge!"

That gave Billy an idea and I soon found myself straddling Mark's thighs with my chest against his. He had his cock inside my ass and Billy added his a moment later, pressing against my back as he pushed his dick alongside his friend's. They were both fucking me at once, two boys riding my ass at the same time, and now I understood why Mom had enjoyed it so much the day before.

Dale pulled my mouth to his dick as he knelt near my head and I could see Marcia sucking my mom's pussy in a sixty-nine with her on top. The girls were fucking each other with their tongues while the three boys were fucking me with their cocks. It seemed perfectly normal to me and I never wanted it to end.

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"How do I look?" Mom asked me, twirling around in a cheerleader outfit.

"Uh…" I blinked at her. "Where did you get that?"

"Cindy gave it to me!" she said happily. "It fits pretty good, huh?"

"Billy's sister?"

"Uh-huh," she said with a shrug. "I had to do her a favor, but…"

"What favor?"

"A girl favor!" Mom giggled and blushed and I realized she must have sucked the girl's pussy.

She'd put her hair in pigtails and scrubbed her face pink before applying too much makeup the way teenage girls do. Kiddie makeup too, like frosted pink lips and purple eye shadow with glitter in it. Her fingernails were painted pink and her toenails toe, probably. I couldn't tell because she wore a pair of white Skechers and ankle socks with lace around the tops. Her legs looked creamy and smooth beneath the pleated blue cheer skirt as it hugged her hips. Mom's waist had always been small, but now it looked tiny as her firm, full tits strained at the gold cheer top.

"Do I look like a teenager?" she wondered and I nodded. "Good! The boys want to take me on a date tonight!"

"They do?" I narrowed my eyes. She didn't really look like a teenager, but she looked a lot closer to sixteen than she did to thirty, that's for sure! Like a college girl maybe and Mom had always been very pretty and now she looked sexy and…What was she doing?

"We're going to a kegger!" she said with a giggle. "That's gonna be so much fun! I'm going to tell everyone I'm your cousin, okay?"

"What?"

"So just play along if anyone asks," she said. "Your cousin Bambi from, mmmm…California!"

"Bambi?" I blinked at her.

"They said I kinda look like a Bambi!" Mom giggled again. "It's cute, right?"

"I guess so, um…" I shrugged helplessly.

"Do you think I should wear the cheer shorts, or just go like this?" She pulled up the front of her skirt to show me her naked pussy and the landing strip of blonde public hair above her tight, pink slit.

"You're not wearing underwear," I said dumbly.

"I know! Do you think I should?" she repeated, looking down at herself. "I know they're going to want some action later."

"Action?" I felt like my I.Q. had dropped a hundred points.

"Sex! They're gonna fuck me, so if I wear the shorts, I'll probably just lose them."

"Oh."

"It's better this way," she decided. "This is going to be so much fun! All those high school boys! Yummmm…"

"I guess so," I said with a frown.

"Oh! I'm teasing you, aren't I?" she sighed, letting go of her skirt so she could hug me. "I'm sorry. I know you're dying for a boyfriend all your own. I'll look for one, okay?"

"You will?" I wrapped my arms around her instinctively and pressed my face against her tits, discovering she hadn't bothered with a bra either.

"A nice, hunky Prince Charming to sweep you off your feet," she sighed. "Don't worry; Mommy will take care of her sissy little boy."

Mom kissed my hair.

"I'd ask them if you can come along, but I think it would be a little awkward," she said. "Teenagers can be so cruel sometimes."

"Yeah," I said with a hard swallow.

"Anyway, Marcia is coming over to keep you company," Mom said, stepping back as I let her go. "I know you two will have a lot of fun. I'd better go! I have to pick up the boys! Bye-bye!"

Mom gave me a finger wave and left.

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"I got you something," Marcia said, holding out a gift wrapped box as I let her into the house.

"For me?" I smiled at her. "Hey! You lost weight!"

"Uh-huh!" She smiled happily. "I lost three pounds this week. Can you tell?"

"Yeah," I told her truthfully and even though I saw her nearly everyday, I hadn't really noticed until just then. Usually we were too busy having sex to see the small things.

"I'm down to a hundred thirty-nine!" she said. "I lose nineteen more and I'll look nice. Right?"

"You already look nice," I said. "You wanna watch a movie or something?"

"Let's go to your room."

"Why?" I glanced down and she grinned at me, nodding her head.

"I'm full of cum!" She giggled and took my hand. "That's your other birthday present!"

"Who did you fuck?" I wondered. "The guys are taking my mom to some party."

"I know," she sighed. "You think they like her more than me?"

"Probably," I said, because we never lied to each other.

"Yeah." Marcia frowned. "They'll be sorry when I'm hot though."

"You're already hot!" I teased her as we went up the stairs.

"Shut-up!" She rolled her brown eyes.

"So who fucked you?"

"The guy who sold me your present," she said, smiling at me over her shoulder. "I got a discount."

"Really?" I looked at the rectangular box in my hand. "What is it? A Barbie doll?"

"No! God! You'll see."

Marcia jumped on my bed, pulling up her dress and I could see the crotch of her white panties was wet.

"Take off your clothes first," she said. "And don't open that yet; eat me first. I've got a surprise inside!"

She watched me undress quickly and Marcia made a face at my limp dick, but there wasn't anything I could do about that. The idea of sucking some guy's cum out of her pussy excited me, but not enough to really get my dick hard. Actually, I suspected it was more psychological than anything else. Like, if I didn't think about getting a boner, I usually got one when we were together. But I always wanted to get an erection and so I'd worry about it and then it wouldn't happen.

I mean, we both knew I was totally queer, but Marcia was my girlfriend now and I did want to fuck her sometimes just to make her happy. Unfortunately, my brain was so messed up that it wasn't as easy as it sounds. She forgave me anyway because I really knew how to make her feel special with my mouth.

"What's this?" I wondered after pulling her panties off and crawling between her thighs. I found a string clinging to her damp skin and I wasn't sure if I should pull it or not.

"I used a tampon," she told me. "Just pull it out."

"A tampon?" I made a face and she giggled. I'd heard of those, but never knew exactly what they were. My mom used pads.

Marcia smiled as I pulled the string and a soggy, small hotdog shaped wad of cotton emerged slowly from the mouth of her sex. I laughed nervously and pinched the end of it with my fingers, pulling the tampon all the way out and it felt mushy, like a sponge sort of, but kind of firm too. It wasn't going to fall apart anyway.

"Suck on it," she breathed. "Put it in your mouth."

"Are you sure?" I asked, sniffing it and the tampon had definitely soaked up some semen along with Marcia's girl juices.

"It's all cum! Don't be such a sissy!" she told me. "Open up!"

"Mmmm…" I opened my mouth and she nodded as I pushed the cotton into my mouth, exploring it tentatively with my tongue.

"Taste good?" she wondered and I shrugged and then nodded.

It tasted like I knew her pussy would, a mixture of her tangy cum and some guy's fresh spunk. Slightly sour, sort of oily, and just salty enough to taste delicious. I sucked on it like a piece of candy while Marcia rubbed her pussy.

"Now you can open your present," she said. "Just make sure you don't swallow the tampon!"

"Hmmm…" I made a face at her as I sat up on my knees and my dick had gotten hard, but then it started going soft when I noticed.

I really needed to see a psychiatrist or get a self-help book maybe. Like…Six Easy Steps to Being Almost Heterosexual…or something. I didn't want to stop being queer, I just wanted to be bisexual for my girlfriend. Maybe if I got some of that Viagra stuff, I thought as I opened my present, except where would I find a doctor willing to give Viagra to a thirteen-year-old?

Fourteen, I corrected myself. Today was my birthday and Mom celebrated by pretending she was my cheerleader cousin and going to a high school kegger. She'd totally forgotten about it and I hadn't reminded her because that would have made it even more depressing. It had taken Billy and his friends all of four days to turn my mom into their slutty girlfriend. I don't know why they'd even bothered to blackmail her! She'd dumped Mr. Moore less than a month before their wedding and decided she liked fucking teenage boys more than being a mom.

I guess I couldn't really blame her for that, but Marcia and I could already see the light at the end of the tunnel. We were gonna get dumped pretty soon ourselves. The three boys taking Mom to a party and leaving us behind was a major clue, but we weren't going to talk about it until we had to. We'd been on that roller coaster for a long while already and it sucked. Them dumping us or us dumping them, always crawling back and begging for their cruel attentions just because we needed the sex. We were all sick.

"Ummph immph?"

I spit the tampon onto my palm, grinning as I saw the box held a long, realistic looking dildo with some strap things attached to the wide, molded rubber base.

"You got me a fake dick?"

"It vibrates too!" Marcia grinned back at me. "Happy birthday, faggot."

"Thanks!" I laughed and put the tampon back in my mouth because it still had a lot of flavor.

"Take it out of the box," she said. "I wanna fuck you with it."

"Ummm?" I gave her quizzical look, but I guess that explained the straps. I'd never seen a strap-on dildo before though. I hadn't even heard of one and that's how innocent I could be sometimes.

"Well, I figured if my boyfriend can't fuck me, then…" Marcia pulled her middle finger out of her pussy and slid it between her lips. "I taste good, huh?"

"Mmmm-hmmm…" I agreed as I had to rip the box open, they really seal those dildo things good!

"Wait, I bought some lube stuff too," she said a moment later and I spit the tampon into the empty box. I'd been chewing on it like bubblegum and sucking as much cum out of the cotton as I could get.

"What lube stuff?" I asked, examining the dildo and it didn't feel all that real.

The rubber seemed cold and sort of stiff, and not silky soft the way the skin on a real cock feels. It looked sorta real though, being eight inches long and about as thick as Mr. Moore's. He had the biggest dick I'd ever seen; the biggest one my mom had ever seen too, and she'd seen a lot of cocks! The dildo had a smooth glans and fake veins and stuff, fake balls too except they were flat on the bottom where the base widened. That's where the Velcro straps were attached and they were kinda tangled as they hung loose.

"This stuff," Marcia said, pulling a tube of Anal-Ez out of her purse. "It's really slippery."

"Good," I replied. "I think this would kinda hurt all by itself."

"It's not as big as Mr. Moore's though."

"Yeah, but he's usually pretty wet," I told her, watching as Marcia took off the rest of her clothes.

It took her a few minutes to figure out the strap things and I gave her a doubtful look once she had the dildo on. The base rubbed against her mound mostly and it didn't look too sturdy to me.

"Are you sure that's gonna work?" I asked her and she frowned, since she'd been pretty excited about it.

"If it doesn't, I'll take it back for a refund," she said and I looked at the box I'd pretty much destroyed.

"Suck on it first," she told me, kneeling on my bed and stroking the dildo as if it was a real cock. "Give me a blowjob, faggot."

"Heh!" I giggled because I always sorta liked the way she called me that. It sounded cute, not mean the way Billy and those other guys said it.

I plumped my pillow under my chest and lay naked on my tummy, propped up on my elbows as Marcia played with my hair. I licked the dildo all over, getting it wet with spit and finding out that rubber doesn't really taste like anything. I sucked on it though, opening my mouth and letting Marcia slide her new cock between my tightly stretched lips and into my mouth. At least it had the right shape, but I didn't really enjoy it that much.

"Do you like it?" she asked me and I pulled my mouth off with a wet plop.

"Yeah," I lied. "It's great."

"Hmmm…" Marcia narrowed her eyes and I laughed.

"It's kinda, I dunno…"

"Rubbery?"

"Yeah."

"Is your dick hard?"

"Uh…" I made a face.

"You want to try fucking?" she asked, looking hopeful and I suspected she wasn't having as much fun as she expected either.

"Okay," I agreed. "Just use a lot of that lube stuff."

"I will," she promised. "Get your butt in the air."

A couple minutes later my girlfriend tried to fuck me.

"Stop squeezing your butt!"

"I'm not!" I giggled as Marcia had to fix the straps again. "This isn't gonna work."

"I know," she sighed. "These strap things suck!"

We kept trying and sometimes she'd actually get to pump my ass three or four times before the straps would come loose, or the dildo would pop out of my butt and we'd have to start all over again. I wondered if lesbians had the same problem. Fucking a pussy was probably easier, I thought, because even after fucking Mr. Moore as much as I did, my butt was still nice and small and tight. I just needed some time to recover afterwards, you know? Even after getting fisted by Billy, my sore sphincter had closed right back up by the next morning.

"I'm sorry," Marcia said after another ten minutes, taking off the dildo and throwing it across the room. "I wanted you to have a fun birthday."

"It is kinda fun," I told her and I'd been giggling the whole time. "It's okay. Don't worry about."

"I thought it would work better than that."

"We don't have to have sex, you know."

"But I want to," she pouted softly. "I love you. I know you don't believe me, but…"

"I believe you," I told her, pushing myself up and moving the pillow so we could lay side-by-side.

"Do you still love me?"

"Yeah," I breathed, letting her hug me against her big tits and wrap her leg over my hip as we got closer.

"Then how come your dick never gets hard?"

"I dunno," I said. "Maybe love and sex are different."

"They shouldn't be," she sighed, but I think Marcia was just saying that because she felt so frustrated.

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"Mmmm…" I woke up slowly, thinking I was still dreaming as I felt something warm and wet and incredibly soft around my dick.

I needed to pee and I had a stiff morning erection. I reached down to feel it and found a cloud of soft, brown bedhead with my fingers. Marcia had spent the night and now she bobbed up and down on my cock, sucking me gently and using a lot of tongue. I kept my eyes closed and thought of waking up next to some hot guy. A college football player with muscles all over his hard body, sucking my cock after fucking me all night long.

Marcia knew I'd woken up, since I kept playing with her hair, and she straddled my hips with her thighs. Her pussy felt a lot like her mouth, being hot and moist inside, but not as small. The walls of her vagina felt mushy as she rode my penis, rocking me hard and fast because she probably worried that I lose my erection. I didn't though. I really needed to use the bathroom and it got uncomfortable as I felt the need to cum growing in my balls.

My hands went to her hips, still fat and jiggly like her tits, and I squeezed her as I lifted my butt to fuck her deeper. When she started cumming, her pussy only felt a lot wetter and Marcia dropped her tits onto my chest and started kissing me with soft moans and hungry whimpers. Her tongue filled my mouth and I kissed her back, even though I worried about my breath. Kissing anyone first thing in the morning didn't seem like a good idea.

She didn't seem to care though and I just wanted to cum. It felt good to fuck her like that, but I wasn't into her that much and I hated feeling guilty before I'd even had breakfast. I pretended like fucking her was the greatest thing in the world though. I held her tightly, sliding my hands up and down her back while she rocked her hips and fucked my dick. I didn't cum for a long time and she got off again, getting me even wetter as her juices spilled around the shaft and down my balls. My bed had a growing wet spot and I couldn't believe how juicy Marcia could get.

"Ummmm…" I sighed and after what seemed like an eternity my semen finally spurted into her pussy.

"Yessss…" Marcia breathed, kissing my ear and biting it gently. "Cum inside me. I love you so much."

"I love you too," I whispered and after my orgasm finished, I really wanted to get up. "I gotta use the bathroom."

"Me too," she said, kissing my mouth and her brown eyes were shining and she couldn't stop smiling. I'd never seen her so happy and that made me happy.

"We should get up," I told her, but she only kissed me again. "Marcia…"

"I don't want to," she breathed, pushing her tongue into my mouth and my dick was still inside her, not really getting soft at all.

And then I felt her piss washing around my penis in a hot flood and I started pissing too. I couldn't help it. As soon as I felt her pee, my bladder gave up and my piss jetted into her pussy, washing the semen out of her as it drained around my dick and mixed with hers. We kissed the whole time too. Marcia wouldn't let me go and her tongue tickled mine while we pissed together and made a serious mess on my bed.

"My mom's gonna kill me," I sighed as my soft dick fell out of Marcia's pussy and we were soaked down there.

"I'll help you clean it up," she sighed happily with her face buried in my hair. "That was so nice. Thank you."

"Hmmm…" I had to smile at that and I almost felt like a real boyfriend for a change.

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My mom hadn't come home as it turned out and so we cleaned my bed, dragging the mattress outside and washing it with the garden hose. That turned out to be a lot more work than we planned, but at least it was clean.

"It's gonna take a week to dry," I said and Marcia laughed so I sprayed her with the hose and then we had a water fight.

That was pretty fun.

"Hey!" Marcia yelled from the living room a little while later as I put on some dry clothes. She'd stripped naked and put on my mom's bathrobe before going back downstairs.

"What?" I yelled back.

"Your television doesn't work!"

"Did you break it?"

"No!"

I pulled on a pair of tight, baby blue short-shorts that Mr. Moore had bought for me. They were made out of nylon stuff and had a white stretchy belt and a heart-shaped plastic belt buckle. Definitely girly, but I liked the way they felt and I didn't wear any underwear. I grabbed a plain white t-shirt and went downstairs. Someday, I told myself, I'd wear those shorts outside the house and get a hot guy to notice my butt, except I knew I wouldn't.

"Hmmm…" I tried all the channels, but nothing worked. "Maybe it's the cable company."

"Must be," Marcia sighed. "Stupid cable company. I wanna watch MTV!"

"God!" I rolled my eyes. "Turn on the stereo. Are you hungry?"

I walked into the kitchen as she played with the little stereo we had. It wasn't fancy or anything, but it worked pretty well. I opened a can of soup when the Beach Boys started playing.

"There's no radio either," she said a minute later. "And your music sucks."

"It's not mine," I told her. "Blame my mom. I think that's Mr. Moore's CD anyway."

"Well," she sniffed. "His music sucks."

"I dunno," I said. "I kinda like it."

Marcia grinned as I started singing the Barbara Ann song, but I didn't really know the words. It was fun anyway and we had chicken noodle soup and peanut butter sandwiches for lunch. She only had half a sandwich though, saying she wanted to be skinny or whatever, but she had to be starving. Then we danced for awhile and that was fun. Marcia danced naked for me and tried to do it sexy like my mom, but she didn't really know how.

"Isn't it weird having a stripper for a mom?" she asked and I shrugged.

"You're talking about my mom, remember?"

"Yeah!" Marcia grinned. "I forgot."

"She's not a stripper anyway," I said. "She used to be an exotic dancer, but she quit."

"Now that she's not getting married though…"

"Yeah." I shrugged and I hadn't really thought about it. "I guess she'll have to go back to work."

Mr. Moore had been paying our bills, that and Mom's unemployment because she'd told the government she'd gotten laid off and they'd believed her. I wasn't sure how it worked. We got money from my dad too, you know, every month he'd send us a couple hundred bucks to pay for me and the alimony, except Mom didn't get a lot of that, I didn't think. Money was something Mom spent; I never really worried about it.

"Where do you think she is?" I asked, letting Marcia pull my head to her lap as we sat on the couch.

"Probably getting fucked."

"Hmmm…" I made a face staring up at Marcia's tits as they hung over me. She played with my hair, sitting back and putting her feet on the coffee table. I could feel her pubic hair tickling my neck.

"I could be a stripper," she said. "I mean, an exotic dancer. I just have to lose like fifteen pounds."

"Maybe."

"I bet they get fucked all the time too," she sighed. "Like right there, you know?"

"I don't know," I said. "Mom brought a lot of guys home."

"Your mom's hot though."

"Yeah."

"She could work at a donut shop and get fucked if she wanted."

"Is somebody a little horny?" I teased her and Marcia stuck her tongue out at me.

"Always," she agreed. "Aren't you?"

"Sorta," I replied.

"I just wanna fuck all the time," she said. "It's all I think about."

"Maybe you're a nymphomaniac." I grinned and she laughed.

"Ha! I hope so!" 

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"Why is your mattress leaning against the garage?" Mom asked the second she walked through the kitchen door.

"Huh?" I looked up from the macaroni and cheese Marcia had cooked for us.

Mom wasn't wearing the cheerleader outfit anymore. She'd changed clothes somewhere and now wore a pair of boy's jeans that were way too big for her. She had someone's belt cinched tightly around her waist to keep them up and a flannel shirt tied around her tits and rolled up at the sleeves. Her hair was a mess, kind of all over and looking greasy as it clung to her skin, and Mom's makeup was a mess too. She looked like she'd just fallen out of bed or something and she smelled like sex.

"That's my bathrobe," she said, looking at Marcia. "That's okay. I have to get ready anyway."

"Ready for what?" I wondered as Mom walked through the kitchen and out of it.

"Kyle and Brad picking me up in half an hour," she called out, her voice fading as she went up the stairs. "We're going to a party."

"Kyle and Brad? Who are they?" I yelled, but Mom didn't answer and Marcia just frowned.

"God! I wish I was her," she sighed. "Just for one day."

"Why?" I stabbed some macaroni with my fork.

"Just so I'd know what it feels like to look like her."

"She's not a supermodel," I said with a grin, trying to cheer her up.

"She might as well be around here," Marcia replied and she kinda had a point. For being in a small town in the middle of nowhere, my mom looked pretty amazing, but there were a lot of pretty girls running around.

"Pretty girls are a dime a dozen," I decided and maybe I shouldn't have said that.

"Thanks a lot!" Marcia frowned. "You're such a fag sometimes."

"Sorry," I sighed, and I had a lot to learn about girls.

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The doorbell rang about twenty minutes later.

"Hey," some guy grinned at me and I'd seen him before. He went to high school, but I didn't know his name. They both did.

"What's up?" the other guy said. "Is Bambi here?"

"Who?" I blinked at them.

"Bambi?" he repeated. "Your cousin, right?"

"You're that fag all those guys fucked, right?" the first guy asked. "She told us about you."

I frowned as they laughed.

"Shut-up!" Marcia said loudly, standing behind me with her arms crossed. "God! You guys are assholes!"

"Hey, Marcia!" The one on the left grinned at her. "What are you doing off your back?"

"Hi guys!" Mom said brightly. "Ready to go?"

She'd swiped my silver short-shorts and I never would have believed they'd fit her. I guess that spandex stuff stretches a lot though and Mom wasn't that much bigger than me except in the hips. I could see her pussy though. Everyone could as the shorts rode super tight between her thighs and everywhere else. The seam went between her pussy lips and they puffed outward against the nylon as if her swollen vulva had been painted silver.

Above that she wore one of my old t-shirts, a black one with the yellow Batman logo, and it barely covered her tits as they stretched the cotton mercilessly. Her nipples were hard and obvious and she looked like a total slut, especially with her hair in pigtails again. She'd done up her face to look like an over-developed high school girl and the two boys practically drooled on their shoes as we all stared at her.

"Tell your mom I'm sleeping over at a friend's house, okay?" She kissed my cheek. "I think I'll be back in the morning."

"You think?" I asked dumbly and Mom giggled.

"Bye-bye! Have fun with your girlfriend!" she said, pushing the two boys out of the way so they could leave.

"See ya round, faggot!" one of them said and the other one had already grabbed my mom's ass.

"Don't get the slut pregnant!" he said and all three of them laughed.

The door closed and I looked at Marcia.

"Your mom's crazy," she said and I nodded.

"I don't think she's my mom anymore," I sighed. "Bambi. Jeeze!"

We cleaned the kitchen and watched the old Matrix movie on DVD, the first one because the other two are pretty dumb. Actually the first one is kinda dumb too after you've seen it a hundred times. I guess most movies are like that though.

"I better call my mom before she freaks out," Marcia decided after that. She hadn't seen her parents in a day and half already. "I can sleep here again, right?"

"Yeah. It's cool."

"Your phone doesn't work," Marcia said a minute later. "There's no dial tone or anything."

"Really? That's weird." I checked the television and the cable was still out, same thing with the radio. "Nothing but static."

"You think it's just here?"

"I dunno." I shrugged. "The lights are still on anyway."

And then they went out.

"You jinxed it," Marcia said with a giggle, kind of a nervous one. "Have you got a flashlight, or some candles or something?"

"Umm…Somewhere," I said, bumping into a chair. "Ouch."

"Careful."

"Man! It's dark," I said, feeling my way towards the kitchen. "There ain't even any lightning or anything."

"Sunspots."

"At night?"

"I don't think the sun cares," she said with a laugh. "It's pretty big."

"Moon spots."

"The lights are out everywhere," Marcia told me as she looked out the window and I could barely see her as my eyes adjusted.

I found the flashlight, but the batteries were nearly dead so I left it off in case we really needed it.

"I should go home," Marcia said. "My mom's gonna worry. You wanna sleep at my house?"

"You think I can?"

"I used to baby sit you," she reminded me. "I'll just say your mom had to work or something so she asked if you could stay with me."

"That might work," I agreed. "It even sounds like something my mom would do, if she wasn't so busy being my cousin."

"She's probably fucking both those guys right now."

"Yeah," I sighed. "They were kinda cute."

"They're assholes."

"Yeah, but…" I grinned at her in the dark. "You'd fuck them."

"So?" Marcia was pouting, I could tell, and I stopped teasing her.

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She didn't live that far away, but her house wasn't exactly close either. About a mile, I guess, maybe more and Marcia drove us in her mom's old Datsun. She didn't have a car of her own yet and her parents kept telling her to get a job if she wanted one.

"What's that?" I asked and it seemed very strange driving around a totally dark city.

"Accident," Marcia said and four or five cars were piled up in an intersection. Probably because the stoplights had stopped working all of a sudden.

She made a right turn, cutting across a Wells-Fargo parking lot and some guys were bashing at the ATM machine with hammers. Marcia went faster and I stuck my head out the window staring at them.

"This is kinda bad," I said, feeling a little rush of adrenaline as we found ourselves going the wrong direction.

"Yeah," she agreed, squealing the tires as she took another turn because the next big intersection had a lot of flashing lights. The police were there and I couldn't tell if it was another accident or not.

Some places looked almost normal, except they were dark, but one place had broken windows and some guys were looting televisions and toasters and I didn't know what else. The power had only been out for like an hour and people were already going crazy, but there weren't even any phones working. Being in the dark made things look different too and I got disoriented with all the turns, maybe even lost in the city where I'd been born.

"Where are we?"

"By the Civic Center," Marcia said and I was glad she knew, because I didn't. "This is kinda scary."

Two fire trucks came roaring towards us with flashing lights and sirens and Marcia pulled over and nearly hit another car as it flew out of a pitch black parking ramp. My heart kinda stopped and my head bounced off the doorframe as the car jerked to the left and then Marcia overcorrected to the right and I fell into her. Behind us, the car we'd almost hit got plowed by the second fire truck and I thought all that smashing and the gut wrenching screech was us for a second.

"Fuck!" Marcia straightened the car out and took her foot off the gas as we almost clipped a fire hydrant.

I looked behind me, but all I could see were the flashing red lights and some headlights pointed crazily into the sky like skinny searchlights. A minute later we went past a Seven-Eleven and some guy was shooting a gun and it looked like somebody had driven an SUV into the gas pumps. We both ducked at the noise and Marcia stomped on the gas pedal again. We were gonna die just trying to drive across town! She got off the main street and drove slower and we found ourselves near Piper's Peak about ten minutes later.

"I thought we were going to your house," I said as she took the turn.

"Fuck that!" She looked at me. "We'll just hang out up here until morning."

"Okay," I agreed and that sounded sorta reasonable.

At least there wasn't anything worth looting in the park. Marcia was eighteen anyway, so that put her in charge. I just hoped my mom would be alright and that's about the time the Datsun came to a stop. We went from twenty miles per hour to zero in a split second and maybe that doesn't sound like much, but it hurt a lot.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion and if I woulda blinked I'd have missed it. I remember the sound of glass shattering; the shriek of metal twisting; the surprise on Marcia's face when the steering wheel crushed her body. We were both surprised because there wasn't any reason to stop. She'd been driving across the grass with the headlights on high-beam and everything. There weren't any other cars up there at all. We didn't hit anything and the last thing I saw was the windshield coming straight at my face.

 

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