Storiesonline.net ------- Walter's Huge Mistake by Openbook Copyright© 2005 by Openbook ------- Description: Two brother's caught up in a life long vendetta. When one leaves for college, the other one starts to grow and change his whole perspective. This is a slow developing story. The first part just introduces the characters and sets the scene for future interactions. Codes: mf FF ff rom 1st teen sch cons bi D/S Mdom Fdom cheat wife group oral mastrb ------- ------- Chapter 1 Try growing up in a family of five children when you're the youngest. It wasn't easy, let me tell you. Especially if there is a four year gap between yourself and the next youngest child. I was fifteen years old, and just going into my sophomore year in high school. My oldest brother, Tony, had finished college and was working as a design engineer for Boeing Aircraft out in Washington. He was twenty six years old. My two sisters, Karen and Diana, were married and living less than a mile from my parent's house. Karen was twenty four, and she was married to Frank Frohler, a city cop, and they had two little kids of their own. Diana, who was twenty one, had just gotten married, and worked in her husband's insurance company. It was really Tom's father's company, but they liked to pretend that it was already Tom's. My other brother, Walter, was nineteen at this time and was just leaving for college at Indiana University. With the exception of Walter, I pretty much got along fine with all the rest of my siblings. Maybe we weren't all that close, but, at least, we didn't go out of our way to be mean to each other. Walter and I were never close, and we did go out of our way to be mean and spiteful to each other whenever we could. My mother used to tell me that Walter acted like that towards me because he had been the family's baby before I came along, and he had never gotten over the sudden shift in attention from him to me when I was first brought home from the hospital. Whatever it was, by the time I was ten or so, I'd had enough of his being mean to me and I started to fight back. I don't mean physically fight back, because Walter was always a far better physical specimen than I was. I fought back in a different fashion. I would spy on Walter and his friends and make sure that anything he was doing wrong came to my parent's attention. When he was fourteen, I caught him masturbating in our bedroom. He threatened to kick my butt if I said anything to anyone about it. That night at the dinner table, I refused to eat my dinner. When my mother asked me what was wrong, I started crying and told her that I was just too scared to eat. By the time I finally allowed her to drag the information out of me about why I was so scared, Walter was in so much trouble for threatening me, that his embarrassment over the whole family finding out that he beat his meat, and had got caught doing it, was only of secondary importance. A year later, I took his little stash of marijuana out from his hiding place, and left it under his pillow, just so my mother would be sure to find it when she came in to make our beds. I told on him when he came home drunk, and again when he got a traffic ticket for doing seventy in a twenty five zone. It wasn't all one sided though, believe me. Walter did everything he could to get me into trouble too, plus he used to terrorize me with punches, pinches and pushes that left me either falling down the stairs or sent me careening into oncoming bicycles or parked cars. Walter was a natural born terrorist. I tried to be just as big of a pain in his ass as I could be. On the day that Walter finally left for Indiana, everyone gathered for a last family lunch together so that we could all be there to see him off. All except for Tony, who was fifteen hundred miles away. Walter's girlfriend Carla was there too, hanging all over him, desperate for him to give his reassurance that he would be faithful to her while he was away. She wouldn't let him out of her arms without first making him promise to call her once a week, and write her at least every other day. Walter was a big, good looking guy, and he had always had it made with the girls. For some reason, the girls chased after him, and he never really had to even lift a finger to get them interested in him. Carla was pretty too, not a beauty, but attractive. She had a very decent shape on her. She had smallish sized boobs and a nice butt. She was five four or five, and she looked tiny next to Walter who was about six three. Carla's best feature, at least as far as I was concerned, was her long dark brown hair. She must have put something on it, because it always had that just brushed look to it, and it had a nice shine to it as well. She could have done those commercials for shampoos and conditioners, that was how nice and rich and luxuriant her hair looked. I waited anxiously to see Walter finally drive off to campus. I had even carried some clothes and stuff down for him, and had helped him to get his stereo and TV packed away in his trunk. Finally, just when I was beginning to believe it had been his big practical joke on me, and he wasn't really going to leave, he did. As his car pulled away, I had an immense sense of satisfaction and relief. My first thought was that now I could live my life without always having to look over my shoulder and being afraid of what Walter might be planning for me next. I also wouldn't have to spend any more of my time and effort on finding ways of getting him into trouble. Walter had been happy to leave too. He had told me several times that just being away from me would make his university experience worthwhile. I thought my parents were glad to see him drive away too. Maybe they thought that they would finally have some surcease from always having to keep the two of us from attacking or tattling on each other and constantly getting each other into trouble. It must have been hard on them, always playing that policeman's role when Walter and I were in a constant state of war. In fact, as I think back on it now, Carla was the only unhappy person in our group as Walter finally drove away to school. My mother asked me to walk Carla the two blocks back over to her house. Carla was seventeen, and she was going into her senior year at the high school. Walter had been her entire social life for the past year. I knew that they had been screwing for nearly all of that time. In fact, I had punctured at least ten of Walter's prophylactics with my mom's sewing needles in hopes that he'd make her pregnant and his life would really be screwed up then. That never worked out though, since during all the times I did that, Carla never once got pregnant. "Barry, do you think Walter will really stay faithful like he promised he would?" I'm a prick, okay? I know it. I'm not telling this story and trying to gloss things over to make it seem like I'm the poor victim here. Walter and I hated each other. What hurt him, helped me. If he had had a fatal car wreck heading up to campus, I don't think I'd have bothered to shed a single tear. I know it's politically correct to pretend great love for all of your brothers and sisters, but Walter and I had never been loving siblings. There were too many insults and injuries between us for something like that to ever take place. "Carla, what makes you think he didn't already cheat on you while he was still right here in town?" She looked at me, shocked to hear me say that about Walter. It wasn't that she didn't know how much he and I hated each other, she just couldn't believe I'd say anything so obviously untrue. She had done everything she could do to make sure that Walter never had time to cheat on her, hanging all over him whenever she could. I could tell she didn't believe me, not even for a second. "Kiki Elder, while you were visiting at your grandmother's house in April. I heard them in Walter's room. I couldn't help hearing them, since Kiki is such a screamer. I think they did it again that night he told you he was helping Freddie move into his apartment. I saw him driving away from Kiki's house. I'm only positive about the once though." "Barry, why do you have to always be such a hurtful little shit? It must make you really happy to be able to dump this on me right now, when you know I'm already very vulnerable with all my own doubts and fears. Why didn't you tell me this when Walter was still around to defend himself and when he could have a chance to deny and explain?" She was crying even harder now, and trying to shift the blame over to me, the messenger of these bad tidings. I had waited, not telling her, partly because I wasn't certain I should say anything, and partly because I knew that Walter wasn't going to even try to be faithful to Carla. I had really thought that they'd break up before he left. I was a hurtful shit, but not little, and, in a way at least, I had been trying to do her a small favor. I didn't have anything against Carla. I did have a hard time just sitting on the sidelines, watching anybody being taken in and screwed over by my fucking brother, Walter. "I'm sorry Carla, but you were the one who asked me. I guess I thought it was as good a time as any for you to finally know what a rotten bastard you've fallen in love with. Ask Kiki if you think I'm lying, I doubt she'd even care enough to try to deny it." I hadn't planned on telling her about Kiki that way, if at all. That's what happens when you spend so much time and energy trying to catch someone else doing something wrong. You lose perspective on what will further your aims and goals. I wanted to get back at Walter, but telling Carla about Kiki would probably, ultimately, make things easier for him instead. Now, when he came home on school breaks, he wouldn't have to even make up lies and try to cover up over all of the cheating that he'd been doing. I walked Carla up to her front door, just standing there, while she went in and slammed the door in my face. I guess Walter called Carla the minute that he got to his new dormitory, and it wasn't too long after that, before he called home and was screaming at my parents about what he was going to do to me the next time he came home and saw me. I sat in the living room, carefully explaining the entire sequence of events that had led up to me upsetting Carla. When I finished speaking, both of my parents sided with Walter, telling me that I shouldn't have meddled in any of his personal relationships. They said that the fact that she had asked me a question, didn't relieve me of the responsibility of respecting Walter's privacy. "Well, I'm guessing then that the fact that Walter is a cheating, lying, disturbed and dangerous sociopath, isn't going to play any part in this discussion, is it? If you want to talk about meddling sometime, why don't we discuss all of the reasons why you chose to not meddle when Walter was throwing me out into traffic, or tripping me so that I'd fall, head first down the stairs? Maybe if you'd ever bothered to meddle in what he was doing, I wouldn't have felt such a strong need to meddle myself. I don't cover up for Walter, and I don't really care if he doesn't like that. When he comes back home, if he so much as lays one finger on me, I'm calling the police and filing criminal assault charges against him. He's an adult now, and I'm still a minor. It wouldn't bother me at all to see him arrested and maybe jailed, even if that meant that he'd have to lose his scholarships and have his entire future ruined. Today marked the last day that I'm going to put up with his terrorizing me. So, unless you want to see that happen to him, not to mention what the legal expenses of his defense would do to you, I'd suggest you have a talk with him about his responsibilities, and what the consequences are of his continuing to be my personal nightmare." They looked at me as if I'd suddenly become a stranger to them. I'd never threatened anyone before as far as they were aware of. I felt good about the way the conversation had gone. I found out after school started in the week following those events, that Carla and Kiki had gotten into a conversation about Walter when they ran into each other while out shopping at the mall. This conversation had quickly degenerated into a hair pulling, biting, scratching and screaming cat fight. Those that had seen it swore that it had been the best cat fight that they'd ever witnessed. Carla had won the sympathy and support of the entire high school sisterhood, and Kiki was even less well thought of than she had been before the fight. Of course, that applied only to the girls at the high school. Kiki lost none of her popularity and social standing among the boys. If anything, she became even more appreciated. Several boys, ones whose girlfriends had been slow to give it up, could be seen speaking with Kiki in the lunchroom or between classes. This was supposed to send a, not too subtle, message to their girlfriends, that if they didn't want to come across, there were other girls who would. I was sitting in my homeroom the first day back to school when Carla walked in with a big box of crap that Walter had given her over the year plus that they had dated. She dropped the box at my feet and left the class without speaking a word to me. I left the box right where it was, and had no idea of what would become of it. I wasn't about to meddle in any of Walter's personal relationships. His much prized letterman's jacket was in that box too. Oh well. Carla went through a brief period of dating wildness right after her breakup with Walter. I guess she wanted to show everybody that she was over him, and that she was back in circulation with a vengeance. It was only a brief time though, and then she stopped going out on dates at all. When Walter came home for Thanksgiving, my parents both sat him down and told him what I had threatened. Over the years, I had shown Walter that I wouldn't take his tormenting without fighting back in any ways that I could. He knew that I'd do exactly what I'd threatened. As much as he would have liked to smear me against the side of some wall, and beating on me until I turned into some bloody mush, he knew that he couldn't without consigning his virgin ass to some big inmate named Bubba. He was smart enough to know that he wouldn't get enough enjoyment from pounding on me, to warrant having his ass ripped wide open in some dark jail cell. I don't think he and I spoke a single word during his week long visit. He did walk over to Carla's house once, but she refused to open her door or even speak with him. I was relieved when he left and returned to school. I was starting to enjoy school again, not to mention the freedom to live my life without the constant threat of harassment from Walter. I tried out for the school play, a musical, and was pleasantly surprised when I was cast as one of the four main lead characters. Carla was also in the play, but she had chosen to work behind the scenes, doing set decoration and helping with the lighting. I had managed a little growth spurt in the few months since school had let out the previous June, and I was five eleven and had managed to lose a lot of the baby fat that had plagued me from my earliest onset of puberty. I wasn't handsome, and certainly not in Walter's league, when it came to looks, but I was beginning to start to attract some notice from the girls. Girls were the only reason why I even tried out for the play. I had a slightly trained singing voice, and had performed in the church choir for years, even soloing on occasion. I had sung in front of a couple hundred people on many occasions, without ever getting nervous, so I just assumed that I'd have no problems with my nerves when we actually performed the play. I was fine through all the rehearsals. On the night of the play's first performance, I choked like a dog. I forgot all of my lines, and refused to listen or process the cues that people were frantically trying to feed me. It was so bad that another student had to come out on stage after I froze, and lead me away. I heard all the audience laughter, and most of the catcalls, but I didn't care. I was so glad to get out of the audience's view that I didn't even stop to think about what kind of reaction I'd be getting the next day in school. As soon as I was once again safely backstage, my nerves went away and I could breathe normally again. Jim Terry had been the understudy for the two male leads and I heard him on stage, singing my first number, so I wasn't that worried about how the play was faring without me. Mr. Grottle, the teacher who was in charge of putting on the play, was nice to me, and told me not to worry, that stage fright could be overcome. I don't know whether he actually thought that I'd be willing to go out there and try it again, but I knew certainly that I'd made my last public appearance on any stage. There was simply no way that I'd allow myself to get put into that horrible position again. I was standing backstage, trying not to get in any people's way, when Carla came over and actually tried to cheer me up. She even made a joke about me getting ready for the curtain call when the play was over. I looked at her, and for the first time since I'd walked her home, on the day that Walter had left for school, she wasn't looking at me in anger. I tried to smile, but I think it was right at that moment that the seriousness of my stage failure started to dawn on me. I was going to be the laughing stock of the whole school. I was never going to be able to live it down. Any progress that I had made, socially, since the school year started, would be swept away by this terrific, public, screw up. I was right back in a another panic situation again. This time, it was because I wanted another chance to go out there on stage. I went looking for Mr. Grottle and, when I found him, I begged him to let me go back out there for the second act. He really didn't seem to need that much convincing, mostly because there was a good reason why Jim Terry had only been the understudy. He just couldn't sing, or act. He didn't mind getting up in front of a large auditorium full of people and proving that though. In that regard, he was a far better performer than I had shown myself to be. It helped a lot that I was on stage already when the curtain went up for the second act. I went immediately into the duet that I had with Patti Venable. She was a senior, and she really could sing. She planned to major in music in college and had plans for a possible professional musical career. Almost anyone who sang with her would have sounded better because of it. I was able to remember all my spoken lines and the singing lyrics, and I thought that I did a pretty good job from when the second act curtain rose and onward. After the play, I had done well enough that the other cast and crew members were comfortable joking around about my unique way of getting myself noticed. We gave another four performances before the play ended, and I didn't have any more problems with freezing up, or being unable to perform. At some point, during that terrible first act of the first performance, Carla and I had made our peace with each other. I had gotten some teasing after that first performance, but a surprising number of people took the time to tell me that I had been good after that terrible beginning, and a few even mentioned that they were impressed that I'd had the stones to go back out there, especially after such an utter and complete initial failure. On the last day of school, before the start of Christmas vacation, I was walking home, when Carla stopped and offered me a ride. I got in, and as we drove she asked me whether or not Walter was coming home for Christmas. I told her that he was driving down that afternoon after his last classes, and that we expected him to get home about eight. "Barry, could you ask him to call me sometime while he's here?" Damn, that was very unexpected. I didn't really know what to say to her. I didn't want her to get all pissed off at me again, but, I really wanted to try to avoid having anything at all to do with Walter. "Carla, I'd like to do it for you, but you know how Walter and I are. How about if I just tell my mom that you told me that you hoped Walter would call you?" To me, that was a very good compromise. Carla gets her message delivered, and I don't have to speak to Walter. Carla pulled over to the curb and stopped the car. "I don't want your mother to know that I asked Walter to call me. It's already pretty embarrassing just asking you to tell him. I need to talk to him though, to get finished up with everything. We never really talked except for that one time, for about two minutes, right after you told me about him and Kiki. I loved Walter, Barry. Don't you understand how hard it is to go from loving to hating in just an instant? I need to see him and talk to him. I don't think I can start to get over him if I don't. Please tell him for me. I won't ask you to do anything else like this again." I mentioned earlier that I'm a prick. That's true, but, the last two months had mellowed me just a little. Having finally gotten out from under Walter's tyranny for a bit, I was starting to gain some perspective. I liked not having to constantly be on my guard. "Okay Carla, I'll tell him. I don't know how he'll react, but I'll let him know privately that you'd like for him to call you." She reached over and put her hand on my shoulder. She was smiling happily through her tears. I didn't know anything about women, and I sure had no idea why she should suddenly be so happy. Walter was still a shit, and he'd still try to find a way to fuck over her. She wiped her eyes and blew her nose and then started her car back up and drove me the rest of the way home. I thanked her for the ride and she reminded me to tell Walter the very first chance I got. I was up on a ladder in front of our garage, trying to find the break in our outside Christmas lights, when I heard Walter driving up our driveway. It was only about six thirty at night, but it was pretty dark out. I felt fairly safe because Walter would have had to hit my mother's Miata pretty hard to force it up to where it would hit me on my ladder. I looked for a safe place to jump though, just in case. Walter parked his car and pulled out a suitcase and a duffel bag full of his dirty laundry. He was walking towards the front door when I stopped him. "Walter, Carla asked me to ask you to give her a phone call." There, I had done it, and in such a way that neither of my parents had heard me. The rest was now up to Walter. "Are you trying to fuck with me Barry? If you are, you little fag, I won't forget it." "I told her that I'd tell you. That's all. You can't possibly believe I'd end the wonderful silence between us just to play a prank that would start us back up. I like not having to deal with your bullshit all the time." "That's funny Barry. You know what? I was just thinking the exact same thing. I don't miss all the crap you kept putting me through. Did Carla say why she wants me to call her?" "She said something about you two not talking, except for a couple minutes, that one time right after you left for school." "And you know why that is too, right asshole?" I wanted to tell him it was because she found out he was screwing Kiki Elder, but that would have just led to him reminding me about how she had found out about it. There was already too much interaction between the two of us to suit me. I just remained quiet for once. When he had turned away to go inside, I spoke up again. "She wants you to call her. I told her I'd let you know." I could see that Walter was surprised at the way I had let his inflammatory comment go by without responding in kind. He went into the house and I went back to searching for the bad bulb in the string of Christmas lights. We had already eaten dinner before I'd gone out to try to fix the Christmas lights, but Walter was sitting at the dining table, chowing down and telling mom and dad about college life, and about how happy he was to be back home for the food, and for the chance to get himself some rest. They were lapping it up, and watching him happily, as he scarfed down all of that evening's leftovers. I guess it is normal for parents to miss their children after they are gone, and to enjoy seeing them when they return. Even Walter. It was about another half hour before Walter came into my bedroom and asked me if I'd mind letting him use my telephone, and whether I'd consider giving him some privacy as he did so. He even managed to ask me in a civil way. Not one to discourage any attempt at civility from him, I got up from my bed and told him that the phone was his to use. I then went back downstairs. I didn't quite have the confidence to not check over my shoulder to make certain that Walter wasn't darting towards me in order to push me down the stairs. Some survival habits are too deeply ingrained to be dropped casually. I needn't have been concerned in that instance. Walter was in my room for more than an hour before I finally saw him come out and head over to his own room. I figured that his conversation with Carla must have gone pretty well for the two of them to have talked for that long. Even when they had been going together, Walter didn't like long phone calls. He was a man of action, he claimed. He preferred doing to talking. Walter didn't make another appearance that evening. I heard my parents worrying about how tired he must have been to go to sleep so early. My father went upstairs and retrieved Walter's dirty laundry bag, and took it into the laundry room. My mother soon followed him and I could hear the two of them talking while my mother sorted and started in on doing his wash. After another hour of watching TV. I headed back up to my own room, careful to turn on the light first before entering and checking to make sure that Walter hadn't left any booby traps behind. I didn't find anything, and, over the years, I'd gotten pretty good at finding the traps that he'd set for me. You don't need to find many pieces of broken glass between your sheets before you learn to check things out before committing yourself to climbing in your bed. When I got up the next morning, Walter had already gotten up and left. I needed to go out and do some Christmas shopping, so I asked my dad to give me a ride over to the mall. While I was walking around the mall, mostly looking for some inspiration over what to get my parents, I literally ran into Kiki Elder. Kiki was on the short side with short blonde hair and a compact little body. Rumor had it that she was promiscuous because she had tiny titties. People said she was trying to compensate. She did have tiny titties, but they were very sexy tiny titties. Kiki was a junior, and she was a friendly person. Not just the sex, but all around people friendly. It bothered her that her reputation sometimes prevented her from making very many real friends. I didn't know her very well, but we'd said hi lots of times when we happened to walk by each other. She knew that I was Walter's brother. "Hi Barry. Is Walter back from Indiana yet?" Like I said, we had said hello before, but this was the first time that I knew that she actually knew my name. "He got in yesterday Kiki. You here doing some Christmas shopping?" Duh. "I always come down here. There's always something happening here, or else people coming by here on their way to something that's happening. So, how does Walter like college?" "Kiki, you should know, especially if you haven't heard it before, that Walter and I don't exactly get along. Or even talk to each other. It's kind of a hate/hate thing that we've got going." She giggled cutely. I noticed that when she giggled, those cute little titties jiggled around a little bit. She was wearing an open neck shirt with a big button down sweater that she had all the buttons opened up on. She didn't wear a bra. "Walter may have mentioned something like that to me, but I forgot. How come?" "How come we don't get along?" She nodded her head at me telling me that that was what she had meant. "Well, it's actually a little embarrassing. You know I'm four years younger than him, right?" She nodded again, probably because she didn't care, rather than signaling that she did know of the age difference between Walter and I. "Walter has always just hated it that I had the bigger dick." This time she really laughed. She had one of those distinctive laughs with a little snort when she took in air. "That's so bad! It's probably a big lie too. What's the real reason?" "Well, to be honest, I'm not sure. We've just always hated each other. Maybe my mom stopped nursing him when I was born or something." "You think he was still nursing at four?" "I'm almost sixteen, and I still nurse whenever I can." "With your mom?" "No, but the principle is still the same. Anyway, me having the bigger dick is my story, and I'm sticking to it. So, since you're just hanging out here waiting for the right happening to come by, you want to help me Christmas shop for my parents?" I figured that she was a girl, and they love to shop anyway. I liked Kiki. I was a virgin at that time, and just being around a girl that was known to put out was a thrill for me. I didn't have any hopes, other than the wild fantasies of a teenager with zillions of non sentient hormones raging throughout his system, but it was nice being in the proximity of even the remotest possibilities. "How much have you got to spend?" "Well, since I don't have a girl friend to spend it on, I guess fifty bucks each at the maximum." Holy shit. did I say that? I meant to say ten bucks apiece. I noticed though that Kiki gave me one of those wrinkled nose smiles that girls do when they're pleased about something. "You spend fifty dollars on each parent? I only spend about ten apiece on mine. It must be nice to be so rich." "I'm not rich. Not even close. I just don't have much to spend it on is all. I do like to buy nice things for the people I'm close to though." "That's nice. What are you getting for Walter?" "Nothing." "That's mean. He's your brother." "You have to draw the line somewhere. I choose to draw it right above his name. Come to think of it though, Walter would probably drop over dead with shock if I did get him something. Maybe we should look around for a little something. Something nice though, that he'd remember." "Do you have something already in mind?" "I'd say your left tittie, but that's way too nice for him." She slapped my arm playfully, but I could tell she was pleased that I'd thought her tittie was nice. There was something a lot like fun in just walking around the mall with her. We took our time, looking at store display windows and then going into stores to look closer when she found something that she thought might be right for either of my parents. She was a methodical gift shopper, asking me questions about my parents, wanting to know their likes, hobbies and interests. When she found out my father liked to play golf, we went into a sporting goods store and bought him two dozen golf balls. That was expensive, but they were on sale and it finished up costing me a lot less than fifty bucks. She got my mother a nice dashboard cover for her Miata. I had told her that my mother had just gotten the car, the first new one for herself alone, and how much she doted on it. As soon as Kiki suggested the dashboard cover I knew that it would make a great gift for my mother. Unfortunately, it was also expensive. I tried to act nonchalant as I paid the clerk, but inside I was in genuine pain. I thanked Kiki for her help and for the company. She told me that it was fun, and that she loved to shop anyway. We were getting ready to go our separate ways when she asked me a question. "That wasn't true, what you said before about why you and Walter don't get along?" "No, I'm afraid I just made that part up." "I don't know why guys always try to pretend about things like that. It isn't as if they'd get away with it if they got what they wanted anyway." "I think it's because most guys are insecure." "Are you like that, insecure?" "Hell no, not me. The dick might not be that big, but I can still lick my eyebrows." I stuck my tongue out as far as it would go and pointed it upwards. While I couldn't come anywhere near my eyebrows, I did have an extra long tongue, and I had practiced this move in front of my bathroom mirror for a long time, hoping, someday, to get a chance to use the very line I'd just delivered. Kiki gave the line and the tongue display a nice trill of laughter. "I love the way you laugh Kiki. It's so free, and almost musical. Also it makes those cute titties jiggle and shake." "Do you have some kind of fetish with boobs?" "Only really cute ones like yours Kiki. Did I mention that I still like to nurse when I get the opportunity?" "You remind me of your brother, Barry." "That's a cruel thing to say Kiki. If you don't take it back right now I'm going to bite you right on your ass." I growled and bent down like I was going to bite her ass. She didn't move away. "Well go ahead then, I'm not taking it back." So, I did. I bit into the soft cotton material of her pants. Her butt muscles were clenched up too tight to let my mouth get a hold on her ass cheek, but I made a lot of biting motions up and down anyway. "Stop, Barry, you're going to make me wet myself right here in the mall." She was laughing when she finally moved away from me. Her face was a little flushed too. I don't know if she was embarrassed, or a little turned on by the silliness of me trying to bite her ass. Maybe a little of both? "It's hard to be absolutely sure, but from the little I was able to determine from my brief examination, I really think you should consider getting yourself a thorough, professional, and competent ass biting just as soon as possible. I don't have to tell you of the immediate benefits to be had from a thorough ass chewing I hope?" Kiki was almost convulsing with laughter by the time I was finished. "Do you make house calls?" "Night and day my dear, night and day. You just have to call and I'll be there with puckered lips and high expectations of ridding you of your cursed affliction. After one of my total ass chewing's you'll never go back to the competition's half-assed imitations." "Sounds really good. If I ever need a good and thorough ass chewing, I'll be sure to think of you first. Tell Walter to give me a call if he's lonely. Bye Barry." ------- Chapter 2 Within two days of Walter's return for the Holidays, he and Carla were back together again. I got home from helping Jimmy Lakeland with raking the leaves around his house at about two thirty, and the two of them were in the living room, making out hot and heavy. Jimmy and I had just negotiated a deal where I would pitch in by helping with some of his chores over at his house, and, in return, he would be giving me rides to and from school for the remainder of the school year. The kicker, really the thing that had convinced me to take the deal, was that Jimmy had a cute girlfriend, and he told me that she was always asking him to bring along one of his friends so that they could go on double dates with some of her girlfriends. Brenda, Jimmy's girlfriend, only hung around with girls who were just as cute as she was. Jimmy told me that my name had come up when they were discussing who would be acceptable, and Brenda had indicated that I would be okay. Jimmy and I had been friends since the sixth grade, so I knew that he wasn't just scamming me in order to get his chores cut in half. I had thought briefly of telling Walter what Kiki had told me to tell him, but I'd concluded that telling him could only hurt my own future chances with her. Even though she hadn't done anything to indicate an interest in me, I had enjoyed our time together in the mall, and thought that she'd had some fun as well. After New Years came, Walter would be heading off to Indiana again, and I would be seeing Kiki in school most days. If she asked me, I'd just say that I had given Walter her message. That night Walter asked my mother if it would be all right if Carla came over on Christmas day to celebrate Christmas with us. I'm not even sure whether they had known that Walter and Carla had been split up, but my mother told him that Carla was always welcome. For the rest of Walter's vacation, Carla spent more time at our house than she did at her own. When she wasn't at our house, she and Walter were off together doing something. Several times, when my parents were both gone from the house, I heard the two of them screwing in his bedroom. Whatever Walter was doing with her, it was sure working, because she just couldn't seem to keep her hands off of him when they were together. I made sure that I was out doing something on the morning that Walter drove himself back to school. I didn't want to have to endure another long, drawn out, departure scene where all of us just stood around waiting for him to finally leave. When I got home New Year's night, Walter was gone and we didn't expect to see him again until April. School started back the next day, and I was happy to be riding there in style with Jimmy. At our school, a lot of the kids would drive to school early, and then stay out in the parking lot, talking to friends, and trying to hook up with dates for the week ends. It was a whole pool of social activity that I had been excluded from when I walked to school or else had ridden my bike. Most of the kids that were popular hung out in the parking lot, the others stayed in the quad at the tables that were set up there. That first day back at school, I noticed Carla hanging out with her circle of friends. She was wearing Walter's letterman's jacket again, so I was able to figure out what had happened to that box that she had dropped by my desk on the first day of school. She must have come back and retrieved it after my home room was over. That told me that she had known even then that she was going to go back with Walter. I heard Carla telling everyone that she and Walter had gotten back together, and that they were almost engaged. I wondered if Walter knew that he was almost engaged. Somehow, I doubted that a lot. I also wondered if Carla had mentioned to Walter about her brief dating flurry right after she and Walter had broken up. At least two of the guys that she'd dated then were bragging that they had screwed her. I made a small mental note to myself to look into that to see if I could verify at least one of their claims. After school, Jimmy gave me a ride home. Brenda was with him, so I sat in the back seat to give them some space. Just before we got to my house, Brenda turned in her seat and asked me if I knew Audrey Draper. Since she already knew the answer to that question, I assumed that she was asking it as a lead in to something else. Audrey was her best friend, and had recently broken up with her boyfriend, who went to a military high school some seventy miles south of our city. I hadn't heard any details of the break up, but Audrey was extremely cute, and, if rumors were to be believed, had been sexually active with the aforementioned ex boyfriend. "Sure, we've got a couple of classes together this year." "I'm asking because she broke up with Richard, her boyfriend, and she needs to start going out again. Jimmy and I were thinking that you two might like each other if you went out some." "I'm willing, but what about her? It might be awkward if she didn't really want to be going out yet, or if she didn't want to go out with me." "I already talked to her about you, and she says she wouldn't mind going to a movie or something if we all doubled together." "Great then. When you're ready just have Jimmy let me know where and when, and I'll be there. Audrey is really cute, and I'm looking forward to it." They let me out of the car and I went inside the house to get started with my homework. Things were really looking up for me if I was going to get a chance at dating Audrey Draper. Later that night, Jimmy called me and filled me in on what he knew about Audrey's breakup and the conversation that Brenda had told him about between her and her best friend. "She digs you man. Brenda told me that she saw you that first time when you ate it totally up on the stage. Audrey told her that she thought you were so brave to be willing to come back out there after that. I'm not supposed to tell you this, Bar, but Audrey and Ritchie were going at it like minks. Brenda says that when he came home on weekends that the two of them spent more time in the back seat of his parent's car than they did anywhere else. She really dug it too. Brenda says that she's jealous sometimes when Audrey tells her about how many times she can cum. Girl's got one of those hair triggers, and can get off just by rubbing her legs together for ten minutes. You're one lucky fuck, if you can just act cool and play your cards right. By the way, Ritchie dumped her because he got himself another chick who lives right by his school. Man, how cute do you figure this other chick must be for him to just up and dump Audrey?" It was another couple of days before Jimmy brought Audrey up again with me. Apparently, Audrey was having second thoughts about starting back with dating so soon. Instead, Jimmy said, she wanted to have Brenda and her meet us at the arcade over at the miniature golf place. That way it wouldn't be like a real date, and the two of us could find out if we wanted to take the next step and double up with Jimmy and Brenda. Jimmy said that Friday night was good for Brenda and Audrey and asked if that would be okay with me too. I told him that it sounded good to me as well. I was already nervous at the prospect of dating Audrey, mainly because I knew that she had been dating for awhile, and I was a rank beginner. I'd been to a few parties where there were girls, but hadn't ever actually been on a date. Nerves or not though, I was ready, in fact, anxious, to get started soon. By Friday afternoon, I had thought of just about every possible embarrassing thing that could go wrong during the meeting at the arcade. I had fixed my hair, brushed my teeth, smelled my pits for body odor, and even twice put talc on my balls to make sure that they wouldn't be itchy while I was out and in Audrey's presence. I thought everything went pretty well considering all of the things that I'd been afraid might happen. We spent about an hour playing in the arcade before we went over and bought individual slices of greasy pizza and soft drinks. Audrey liked pepperoni and mushroom the same as I did, and we both drank Sprite. Audrey was pretty tall for a girl, I think she said she was five eight, but I was five eleven and she looked nearly as tall as me. She had her hair in a pony tail, even though it was only about shoulder length. It was a reddish brown color and it went well with her dark brown eyes and dark complexion. Her boobs were pretty big, bigger than Brenda's, and hers were big as well. She had a very nice smile, and I noticed that her teeth were good except for one of her eyeteeth that stuck out just a little bit. It wasn't like a fang or anything, but it did stick out more than you'd normally see. We were almost forced into talking with each other while we were sitting there eating because Jimmy and Brenda were lost in their own little world. At first, she asked me about school, and how I liked different classes and teachers. We got to talking about the play that I'd been in, and I tried to explain about how I hadn't even thought about being nervous until I was out on stage and it just hit me unexpectedly. She asked me how I got over it quick enough to go back out there in the second act, and I made up a story about how the other actors had asked me to get Jim Terry off the stage before the audience decided to attack them. "I've always wanted to do something like that, to be in a play, and act or sing, but I never had the courage to go out for the auditions. I'd probably be more scared than you were." "You should come out for the next one Audrey. With your looks, you'd be a cinch to get one of the lead roles." "Really?" I recognized the little nose wrinkling thing that she was giving me. It was the same thing I'd gotten from Kiki when I told her how cute her titties were. "Sure. You'd be the prettiest girl on stage. People probably wouldn't notice whether you could act or not." She really was cute, and she had really good posture for a girl who was so tall. Posture is important for an actor, because it projects presence on stage. Big titties, along with good posture, they were a fine combination. "I don't think I'm that pretty." I heard the words that she was saying, but it sounded to me like she was asking me to tell her more. "All I can tell you is that when the guys get together and talk about who the real hotties are, your name always gets mentioned really early. I've heard more than one guy tell people that you're a girl that he's fantasized about." "And how about you Barry? Do you think I'm pretty?" She was smiling, and, as she waited for my answer, I saw her wetting her lips with her little pink tongue. I really got turned on by that little mannerism. It seemed to speak directly to that part of my brain that controls all of my horny thoughts. At the time, it didn't even occur to me that she'd probably practiced that same movement a minimum of a thousand times in front of her mirror at home. "I guess I first started thinking you were pretty in like the fifth grade in Mrs. Kuykendahl's class. You had that little skirt with the two poodles on the sides. I think it was like a cream color and the two dogs were black and red." "I don't remember you being in the same class with me in the fifth grade. Where did you sit?" "Just in front of you, in the row to your left. Ellen Garrett sat in front of you. She used to copy off of my test papers." "I remember Ellen. She moved away when we were in seventh grade." "She's the first girl that I ever kissed." "You kissed Ellen Garrett? I don't believe you. Why? Tell me all the juicy details." "It was Ellen's twelfth birthday party. There were about ten girls there, and only three of us boys. Somebody, one of the girls I'm sure, started saying that every boy should give Ellen a birthday kiss. We all took turns taking her into the next room and kissing her. I went first, and we spent about five minutes just standing around after a five second kiss. Neither one of us was sure about how long kissing was supposed to take." "Was it good for you?" She thought that was a funny question. "It was great! I just wish I'd gotten the chance to kiss all of the girls that day instead of just Ellen. It might have made my reputation." "Wow, are you conceited or what?" "That's not what I meant. I meant that a boy who was willing to kiss all the girls would have gotten invited to a lot of parties. In those days, I was willing to do almost anything for a chance for some free ice cream and cake." "So, are you saying that you aren't that good of a kisser?" "That depends on who I'm kissing, and on what part of them I'm kissing as well. If it was you, I'd certainly put everything I had into to it." She had that wrinkle nosed smile back on her face, so I thought I was doing pretty good in holding up my part in the conversation with her. I was imagining myself in the back seat of a car with Audrey, and doing a lot more than kissing too. It could happen, I was thinking. Jimmy was right, that if I just stayed cool and played my cards right, I might soon begin living what had been, at least up to that point, only my wild fantasies. We stayed at the arcade for another three hours until Brenda said that she had to be home by eleven thirty. Brenda had driven her and Audrey, so Jimmy and I walked them out to Brenda's car and Audrey and I stood there trying not to watch too closely as Jimmy and Brenda pressed themselves together in a good night kiss that resembled dry humping more than kissing. I held the door for her and told her that I'd really enjoyed spending time with her. She gave me a smile that seemed like it was almost enough for our first social outing together. I was over at Jimmy's house all of the next morning, helping him to move tons of things around in his garage and in the storage shed out by the pool in his backyard. He was telling me that Brenda and he were getting serious, and that he was getting very close to actually getting into her pussy. Jimmy was like me in the amount of experience he had with girls. Brenda was his first real girlfriend, although he'd been out on a couple of dates with other girls as well. "You did all right with Audrey, Bar, Brenda says that she had to listen to Audrey telling her everything that you'd said to her for the whole time that you were talking together. I was surprised that you were sitting there talking with her so calmly. I was certain that you'd choke up and she'd have to carry the whole conversation load. You kept it cool though." "It isn't that tough to do when it's mostly just telling a girl about how good looking she is. Especially if the girl already thinks so too." "Yeah, that always works with Brenda too. Sometimes I think it makes her hot when I talk about how I can get blue balls just from looking at her." "So you're close to tapping that huh?" "Very close, dude. I've gotten to the point where she was almost going to let me twice. Last week, we were parked, and I had her panties off, and I'd diddled her until her eyes were starting to cross. She was stroking me, and my pants were down past my knees. Man, I was sure I was going to nail her at last. I kept inching myself closer to her while I kept my finger busy working her up more and more. My dick was touching high up on her thigh between her legs and she was rubbing it back and forth against her leg. Another minute more, and I'd have had it right there, but then she backed away and started looking around for her panties. One minute she's almost ready, and the next, she's asking me to take her somewhere to get a soft drink." "What about the other time? You said that you almost got there twice. Tell me about that other time too." "Yeah, we were at her house man, on a big sofa that her folks have in their family room. I had been kissing her for about twenty minutes, and I had only barely even tried to feel her up otherwise. She's always saying that I'm trying to rush her and don't take enough time with the build up. So we're just kissing, and then I'm moved over on top of her, with the both of us having all of our clothes still on. I'm kissing her neck, her lips, and just touching all of the parts that don't really matter, like her arms and her back and stuff like that. So, I'm on top of her right? And, she starts moving underneath, kind of rubbing herself against me while I'm just kissing her. The next thing I know, she starts really getting into kissing me, and she's pulling me closer to her. Even puts both of her hands on my ass and pulls me down harder against her. This lasts for a few minutes and then she just stops kissing me and tells me that I'm getting too heavy and that I have to get off of her. I could have sworn that she was that close to ripping off my clothes and practically raping me. It was weird, man." I didn't know what to say. He was so far ahead of me, experience wise, that I didn't have any suggestions or advice to offer him. I wondered if, maybe, there was something wrong with Brenda. I was hoping that I could get some hands on experience like the things that Jimmy was talking about and describing. I didn't know it then, but I was soon going to be in a position to offer Jimmy some excellent advice about what it took to get Brenda to let a guy fuck her. Unfortunately for Jimmy, I'd learned the secret to unleashing her passions while laying on her bed with her. There was no way that I could tell him what he had to do with her without compromising the friendship that we'd shared for several years. I hope you all remember that I told you from the very beginning that I was a prick. I never once said that it was only limited to my interaction with Walter. ------- Chapter 3 One of the nicest things about January is that it is my birth month. This one was a very important one for me. I turned sixteen on the tenth, and took my test for my driver's license the following day. My father took the entire morning off from his work, even allowing me to cut all of my early school classes on that cold Monday morning following my birthday. With me driving, courtesy of my learner's permit, the two of us traveled over to the DMV, where he then signed all of the financial responsibility paperwork necessary for the state to allow me to take the driving test. I managed to pass the actual driving test after practically acing the written quiz. On the driving test I got marked down for not checking my rear view mirror on a change of lanes. I did check the side view, but he marked me off anyway. My parallel parking cost me another three points because I had to make three attempts before I finally managed to park without hitting any of the rubber cones that they had set up. I got my license! After we were done at the DMV, my father then took me over to his friend's car lot, and he and his friend, Mr. Michaels, started talking about which used car on his lot would be just right for me. It was like I wasn't standing right there in front of them, or that I didn't need to be consulted about the car I'd be driving for the next few years. The same thing had happened to Walter though, and that's why he was driving a brown Buick four door sedan, and had been for the past three and a half years. I started walking around the car lot by myself, leaving the two of them to do their talking and negotiating. I was going to accept whatever car they decided on, but I had hoped to have a little bit of input into the choice of car. It wasn't that I wasn't grateful that my father was going to buy me my first car either, because I really was. Most of my friends, the ones who drove, had been forced to save up and buy their own. A lot of them worked part time jobs just to pay for their gas, repairs and insurance. I was going to have pretty much a free ride, including being given a credit card to buy my gas with. My father called me back over to where he and Mr. Michaels were standing. They were both looking at a green Oldsmobile sedan. A hideous shade of green too. "You want to hop in and take this little beauty for a test drive Barry?" Mr. Michaels was all smiles, and he had slipped into his salesman persona as soon as he reached out to hand me the key ring. My father gave me a nod to take the offered keys. The three of us piled in, with my father sitting in the back, and I drove us off of the lot, and out into traffic. The car drove fine, the odometer showed just a bit less than eighty thousand miles. The first thing I noticed was that the radio was the standard model with no cassette or anything. The speakers were standard as well. The heater worked really well though, and both of them commented on how important that was. "It drives fine dad, but I wish it was some nicer color, and maybe looked a little sportier too. I don't think this looks like a high school kid's kind of car. Mr. Michaels, do you ever get in any used Miata's or BMW's?" "You ever hear that old saw, 'never look a gift horse in the mouth'?" I pretty much had known that he'd react in that way. Children lacking in proper gratitude was a conversational topic that came up frequently in our household. In truth, I knew that he had a very good point too. I was lucky, as were my brothers and sisters. My father made good money at his job, and he provided well for all of us. We got to wear good clothing, we had nice toys, and we always enjoyed two or three week vacations every summer, at some nice resort places too, the kind of places that young people wanted to go to. He didn't stint on food or anything else that we needed. It wasn't that I didn't know all of this, and, at least most of the time, I really did appreciate it. A car though, wasn't it supposed to be a reflection on it's owner, letting people know something about him? Did my dad think that I was a green Oldsmobile kind of guy? "I'm sorry dad. I am grateful, and I appreciate you doing this, I really do. This car will be fine. Thank you." "I told you Frank, Barry's different than Walter. Barry drive on back to the lot." I didn't know what he meant by that comment to Mr. Michaels, but I did what he'd told me to do. Mr. Michaels told me to park over by the little shack that he used as an office. We all got out and went inside. I figured that they'd get the paperwork ready, and then I'd have my ugly green car, and drive off to school with it. "Sit down Barry. You just passed what I call the 'thank you daddy' test. I gave it to all you kids when you turned sixteen. Do you remember Tony's first car? You were only about five then." "Sure, it was that red Mustang. That was a neat car." "That's right, he loved that car too. He passed the 'thank you daddy test'. Do you remember Karen's first car, that gray Plymouth station wagon?" I did remember it, she had cried and whined all through her high school years about how shitty her car was, and how everyone made fun of her because of it. Karen had traded it in on a nicer car a month after she and Frank had gotten married. "Karen didn't pass her 'thank you daddy' test?" "No, she sure didn't, and neither did Walter. Diana did though, and now you did as well. So you get the same deal as Tony and Diana did Barry. You can choose any car on this lot, and I'll buy it for you today. If you don't see something that you like today, you just tell Frank what you have in mind and he'll see if he can find you something that you'll like and be happy with." "I wonder how come none of them ever warned me about the test, or warned Walter and Karen at least?" "I never told any of them about there being a test Barry. But you're the last one. Now there won't be any more. You can tell Karen and Walter about it if you feel like it. I've wanted to, especially Karen, because she made such a big deal about the car that she was stuck with for so long. She could have had the same deal that you, Tony and Diana got though, if she had just reacted the same as all of you." I had seen this great Toyota truck outside. It was black and had an all black interior too. I asked my father if it would be all right if I went out and looked it over. It looked like it might be only a year or two old. The Oldsmobile was at least seven model years old. I didn't want him to think that I was taking advantage of him by trying to get him to spend too much of his money for my high school transportation needs. He just laughed, and then he told me again that any car on the lot was just fine with him. We took the Toyota out for a test drive, just my dad and I. Mr. Michaels told us that he was pretty sure the mileage was accurate. It was a repo that he had just purchased from the bank. It had a 5 speed manual transmission, and a great stereo system, including a cassette, and some great speakers that had been nicely rear mounted. Sixteen thousand miles the odometer read. The truck had no problems. There was a tiny paint chip on the passenger side door, but it was hardly noticeable. Whoever had owned this truck had taken great care of it. I asked my dad again if he was sure that it wasn't too much money to buy it. Of course, I hoped that he wouldn't say that it was. He just smiled and told me that it was fine. I'll bet I must have thanked him at least twenty times on the drive back to the car lot. I didn't know if there was possibly a second part to the 'thank you daddy' test, and I sure didn't want to fail it if there was. In addition to that, I really was thankful and grateful. The truck was much better than I'd ever dared imagine that I'd be getting. I drove my new 'ride' over to the school and parked it way in the back, away from all the careless assholes who don't watch out when they open their car doors. Until I got my new Toyota, I hadn't always been that careful either. My dad had written me a note to excuse my absence from my morning classes. After I had shaken Mr. Michael's hand and thanked him for all of his help, my father had given me my own oil company credit card and a AAA tow card as well. I was mobile in style. I made a mental note to get a couple nice blankets out of the linen closet to put behind the truck's passenger seat, just in case I ever got myself a chance to do some making out in the truck bed behind. I didn't want to put on a camper shell, but I thought a plastic bed liner might be a nice touch. After school, Jimmy, and a couple other friends of mine, came out and checked out my new truck. All of them told me that I was one lucky fuck to have gotten over so well for my birthday. Jimmy told me that with that truck he'd be getting so much pussy he wouldn't even know what to do with it all. He then told me that even I might be able to get laid with it. I had thought that I might be able to too. I was certainly going to make every attempt to christen my truck as soon as I could. We were all standing around talking about cars and girls when Brenda and Audrey came walking over. Brenda had come because Jimmy was going to drive her home, but I figured that Audrey had come with her just to see what everybody else was looking at. When I proudly told her that it was my new truck, and that I'd just gotten it for my birthday present, I could see that she was impressed. "So do I get to have the first ride in it?" "You can have the first anything you want to in it my pretty." I gave her my best lecher smirk as I said it. She gave me another crinkle nosed smile and walked around to the passenger side door. Luckily I remembered that I had the automatic door release on the key ring, and popped the door unlocked as soon as she got to it. She hopped up into the seat and I went around and got in on the driver's side. "Will you give me a ride home too?" I told her that I sure would. "Brenda, Barry's going to drive me home, so I don't need you to ask Jimmy if it's okay to give me a ride. I'll call you later okay?" Brenda nodded that it was, and I started the truck up and pulled forward, moving out towards the street. I didn't have that much experience with a manual shift yet, and I kind of screwed up shifting and made a terrible noise and the truck jerked a little when I finally got it back into gear. "Never drove a stick before, sorry." She just nodded. Why the hell not, it wasn't her transmission gears being chewed all to hell by my clumsy shifting. When I was out on the street, I had no further embarrassing mishaps. "So my amazon beauty, where shall we go? My chariot is yours to command." "Do you think I'm too tall Barry? I wish I was shorter. Sometimes I feel like I'm just a big freak." I remember reading somewhere that even the prettiest women have insecurities about their looks. Audrey was gorgeous to me. She was a lot taller than the five feet eight that she admitted to though. I'd say at least five ten and a half. I was five eleven and she was at eye level with me and she wore flat shoes with almost no soles or heels. I thought that barefooted she was probably as tall as I was barefooted. She stood tall though, not trying to slump over to look shorter like some tall girls did. "I think you're just about the perfect size all the way around. I wouldn't want to change a single thing about you." "You aren't just saying that to be polite to the freak?" "Are you serious? You can't be Audrey. If you could see yourself through my eyes, you sure wouldn't be asking that kind of a question." "Really, I wouldn't? What kind of question would I be asking?" "Well, if you were looking at yourself through my eyes, then you'd be me, right?" She nodded that she would be. "If you were me, then you'd probably be asking yourself whether Audrey had noticed that you had a really embarrassing hard on right now? You'd be knowing that it was brought on just from thinking about having her fine body sitting right next to you." I got a double nose crinkle and a soft push on the outside of my thigh. I noticed that she looked down at my crotch when she pushed me too. My father wasn't the only member of the family to devise tests for people. I had developed what I called my 'dick fear' test. Audrey was the first girl I'd actually used it on, but my theory was that girls who were afraid of boy's dicks wouldn't be good candidates for me to pursue. So far, Audrey had passed the first phase of my 'dick fear' test. She wasn't afraid to look. "I've always heard that most teen boys were like that all the time, when they were awake, anyways." "Not true my sweet. Totally false in fact. Boys require stimulation to become erect. Mental or physical, self induced, or from outside sources. In the case of my own noble boner, the boner in question as it were, it is a product of our joint collaboration. Your fine body, and my filthy thoughts concerning that aforementioned sweet frame of yours. I don't want you to get the wrong impression though, your body is certainly capable, all by itself, of inducing stiffies. My own lascivious thoughts just add that last element of firmness to the mix." She seemed to pass phase two of my 'dick fear' test, listening to hard on conversation. "Has anyone ever told you that you were a very strange lad Barry?" "Yes, in fact, to be completely candid, most of the people that have made that observation about me, have possessed advanced degrees in clinical psychology. I've been diagnosed with the 'Beautiful Women Make Me Horny Syndrome'. There's no known cure I'm afraid, and the only way I've found to get even temporary relief, is to get lots of bed rest with a small supply of wet paper towels close by my night stand." Phase three, discussing uses for the hard on. "Eew, now you're just being gross, not at all funny. Maybe you should just take me home now." Oops, I guess she wasn't quite ready yet for my masturbation humor. I shut up and listened to her directions on how to get to her house. "I was just kidding around Audrey. I didn't mean to be offensive to you. I thought we were both kidding around. Sorry if I overstepped your line of acceptable topics." "Do you talk that way to other girls?" "Sometimes, with girls who know my sense of humor. I should have waited until we knew each other better before saying something like that to you. I apologize." I was done with the apologizing now. She better just let it drop. I didn't need to be reduced to grovelling. "You'd have to know me way better to be allowed to get away with saying things like that to me. I don't think I'd ever let you know me that well though. I don't appreciate crudeness." "Well then, fuck you Audrey! It's not like I farted or something, is it? You can just get that stuck up, prudish, snaggle toothed, Sasquatch sized ass of yours right out of my truck, Bitch! You've got a lot of nerve coming on like little miss righteous with me when the whole damn town knows that you were sucking Ritchie's dick and humping him whenever the two of you had the chance to. I heard he dumped you because that snaggle tooth of yours made your blow jobs too painful for him." Did I mention that I'm a prick? There are times when even I don't like myself. This wasn't one of those times though, and I was rather proud of the snaggle tooth and the Sasquatch references. I had pulled my truck over to the curb and had stopped. I was just waiting for her to get her ass out so that I could drive away. I was a little mad, but not really that mad. I figured that I'd already blown it with her anyway, so I had nothing left to lose. Partly, it was that I didn't like her calling a double technical foul and an automatic game ejection on me so quickly. I thought I should have received at least one warning first. My favorite basketball players were Bill Laimbeer and Dennis Rodman, so I may have a different definition of what constitutes playing dirty, at least different from what most other people have. She just sat there with a stunned look on her face,. She was making no move at all to get out of the truck. I waited for her to either leave or else say something to give me some indication of what was causing the hold up. "That isn't very nice Barry, what you said. I'm not stuck up at all. And if I was a prude, then how could I have done any of what you said I did with Richard? I can't help it about my tooth either. If we had the money, I'd get braces and have it fixed." For some reason I found what she was saying to be amusing. It was almost like she was apologizing to me, the way she was explaining things. "Well what about that Sasquatch ass of yours then?" She started crying then. Real tears, not those fake, manipulating, girls tears. "All the women in my family have wide hips Barry, I'm sorry." Did I mention that she had a perfect body before? Because she did. Her hips were in perfect proportion to the rest of her body. "I could overlook the wide hips Audrey, nobody's perfect, and I really wouldn't mind it that much if I got bit just a little sometimes from the blow jobs, but I just can't stand it when a girl trys to pretend that she's different from how she really is. I heard that you are a real hot slut, and that you just love to be fucked. Why are you trying to pretend that you aren't?" "We haven't even gone out yet Barry. How am I supposed to act when I have no way of knowing yet what it is that you want me to do?" Bingo! Game, set and match! Talk about your lucky guesses, I'd just struck gold in a cesspool. "Well if you don't want to get out of my truck right now, then you better come closer so I can at least see if you have as nice a pussy as Ritchie said you did. Either that or get out." "He said that I had a nice, uhh, vagina?" "No Audrey, he said you had a nice, hot, and very juicy pussy, and that it was always hungry for either a finger or a cock. Now get your big ass over here and let me check it out for myself." She slid herself right across her seat until her left hip was pressed against the console, and I reached over and slid my hand up underneath her skirt. At this point in my life, I was reaching for my very first pussy. She spread her legs a little so that I could get my hand in there comfortably. I had read enough stories on my computer to have a good idea of what I was going to find. Forget all the bullshit you read though. Unless you've had some time around them, and an opportunity to explore things, pussies are counter intuitive to the male mind. I did find her hole with my index finger though, and her clitoris too. It wasn't all wet like they say though, and she acted as if she wasn't enjoying things very much when I moved my finger around. "How come you aren't wet? Are you deliberately trying to disappoint me?" "I'm sorry. I didn't know this was going to happen. If I knew, I'd have made sure that it was better. Don't be angry with me Barry, I'll do better I promise." Wow this was one bent and sick chick. How lucky can I get? I'd read about girls who liked being treated like shit. I always thought that it was pure bullshit, made up by some nerd who'd never even gotten so much as a sniff of real pussy, but maybe I was wrong. "Well, can you at least give me a blow job without fucking it up too much? You can do at least that much, right?" "Out here in the open? Suppose someone comes by and sees us?" "So fucking what? What difference will it make if somebody else finds out that you're a big assed, horny, cock sucking slut? Pull out my cock and suck it right now Goddamn it!" So there she was, reaching for my zipper and reaching in to grab my dick. She was still crying, and now her nose was running a little. I didn't want to get some of her snot on my jeans, but if that was the price that I had to pay, oh well. She had a hard time sitting up on her knees with the bucket seats, and then, when she was balanced right, more trouble leaning across the center console to give me head. She managed it though, and soon I felt her wet lips wrap themselves around Little Barry. I can describe it for you, I'm a writer after all, and description is something that I'm reasonably good at. I liked it. I had no frame of reference that I could use to make an informed judgment from, but it seemed really excellent to me. Warm and wet, with her tongue swirling all around the head and on part of my shaft, and then there was also some soft suction being applied. If I was a girl, that's how I'd have done it too. I lasted until I counted up to two hundred. Like this:1,2,4,5,10,20,40,50,100,200. "Oh shit, here it comes!" She gasped and choked a little, but she appeared not to have gotten any mess on my pants, at least, not as far as I could tell. She managed to straighten up and then sit back down. She turned my rear view mirror towards herself and checked carefully to see if there were any loose cum strands that might have escaped and landed on her chin or cheeks. Finding none, she carefully replaced the mirror and sat back down. I guess she was waiting for my praise. "That was barely adequate. Did you learn that technique by practicing on tootsie pops?" I couldn't think of anything better, so what? "You didn't like it?" I guess she'd never been criticized for her technique before. "Who taught you to do it that way anyway? All tongue and no real sucking." I was expecting her to say Richard or another boy's name. "Brenda did." "Brenda has a cock?" I figured that she'd tell me that Brenda had a dildo or a vibrator that they had practiced with. "No, she showed me with Richard. Didn't you know that she and Richard used to go steady? Before he was with me." "You mean Brenda sucked Ritchie's cock and that's how you learned, from watching her?" "We took turns. She'd do it for awhile, and then me, and then her again. There was about a month that we did that before she and Richie broke up." "Did she show you how to fuck him too?" This was interesting. Jimmy hadn't mentioned getting blow jobs from Brenda yet. "No, by the time he and I went all the way, Brenda had broken up with him. I watched them do it sometimes, after we did blow jobs on him." So, Brenda had been fucked. I knew that Jimmy didn't know that. "Was Richie mean to you?" "Just sometimes. Sometimes he was nice to me, but if I did something wrong or said something stupid, he was like you. Brenda told me that he was like that to her too. It didn't bother me though. She said she liked it at first, but not when he started hitting her. He never hit me though. He said that I wasn't even worth hitting." Damn. Ritchie really was an asshole. Like I have any room to talk. "I think you're definitely worth hitting Audrey. I'm looking forward to seeing if you're worth fucking though. Did Ritchie think so?" "I guess he did. We used to do it all the time. He didn't ever complain, except that I was getting too fat. He told Brenda she was fat too, but I don't think she is." Brenda certainly wasn't fat. I couldn't wait to talk to Jimmy about what I had been learning. "What do you think Jimmy's going to say when I tell him about Brenda? I don't think Brenda's going to be too happy with you either. Jimmy thinks she's a virgin you know?" "You aren't going to tell him are you? I thought Ritchie told you about her too. Don't tell him, please Barry! Brenda will hate me if you do." "I guess that all depends on you and Brenda doesn't it? You think she'd like to give you some more blow job lessons? We could use me to practice on." "I don't think so Barry. She really likes Jimmy, a lot. She told me that he really is sweet and treats her nice." "If she likes him so much, how come she isn't fucking him yet? It sounds to me like she's just playing him for a sucker." "She says she will soon. She doesn't want him to think she's easy. She says when boys think you're easy, then they treat you like Richard does, and like you do too." "What do you think, Audrey? Wouldn't you rather that I know exactly how you are, and then treat you accordingly? Isn't that better than pretending to be nice all the time, when you really prefer being a nasty, horny slut who gets herself fucked when she needs it?" "Don't tell Jimmy about Brenda and I'll let you do whatever you want. I'll go talk to Brenda and see if she'll do something with us if you stay quiet about what I told you." "Let's go over there now and see if she's home. Jimmy had some stuff to do after school today, so I'm sure he took her right home." Audrey didn't want to do it, but I just kept insisting, and finally convinced her after I told her that my way was better than Brenda hearing these things from Jimmy without ever having had a chance to try to get me to be quiet first. We drove over to Brenda's and I waited in my truck and let Audrey go in alone when she refused to go in with me. Audrey was in there for about fifteen minutes before she came out by herself. She was crying again. She got in my truck and told me that Brenda hated her now, and wouldn't even speak with me. Audrey said that Brenda was going to call Jimmy herself and tell him about her and Richard. I drove her home and told her that I'd see her in school the next day. She asked me whether I could give her a ride to school in the morning. "Boy, you sure have a lot of nerve Audrey. I send you in to see Brenda with a simple request, which you fuck up big time, and then you have the gall to expect me to drive five miles, all of it out of my way, to give your fat ass a ride to school. I don't think so. When you start treating me better, then, maybe I'll start treating you better too. You should walk anyway, it's only three or four miles, and maybe it will help with that big hip problem that plagues your family." She looked at me with those sad eyes of hers. I nearly considered relenting. I got out of my truck and walked over to her and reached out and played with her breasts instead. Her house was at the top of a cul de sac, and we were right there in her driveway, so anyone could have seen us. "You show me a nice, wet pussy tomorrow after school, and maybe I'll give you a ride home. If you don't, you walk. If I find out that you got a ride with someone else, I'll make you damn sorry, you understand me?" After I dropped her off, I drove back over to Brenda's house and went up and rang her door bell She opened the door after the third time I leaned on her bell. "What do you want? I've got nothing to say to you." She and I had always been fairly cordial with each other too. "I'm not sure what Audrey said to you Brenda, but I'm not out to do you any harm. You know that Jimmy and I are good friends, right? I just wanted to make sure that you weren't setting him up, that's all." "Why would I want to set him up? I really like him a lot. Besides, what Audrey told me didn't sound like you were worried about Jimmy. It sounded like you were more interested in getting your own needs taken care of." "Why, what did she say that makes you think something like that?" I wanted her to come out and say it. Put all the cards on the table, so to speak, and then we could open negotiations from there. "I think you know what it was you put her up to. I don't have to repeat it." "I think that both of us are dealing here with incomplete information Brenda. Don't you think it would be better, and more private, to go inside and then I'll tell you what I said, and we'll see if it matches what Audrey said." "No way. I'm not going to let you in my house to rape me or something. Tell me if you want to, but out here." "All right, if that's how you want it. First, Audrey mentioned that she learned how to give blow jobs from you. That surprised me a lot, because I was under the impression from my conversations with Jimmy that you and he were both pretty equal in your experience levels with the opposite sex. Second, Audrey told me that you used to let her watch the two of you, when you and Ritchie used to have sex together, after the joint blow jobs. It was when I mentioned to Audrey that I didn't think Jimmy knew that you were so experienced, that she immediately suggested that we come over here so that you could explain about it, and so I wouldn't feel like I had to go and warn Jimmy. The next thing I knew, Audrey came running out of your house crying, and saying that you hated her, and that you were going to call Jimmy tonight and break up with him. As his friend, and knowing how much he cares for you, I wanted to come over and at least try to see if we could find a better way." "What about what she said about the two of us giving you head together." "I think Audrey misses the good old days when the two of you used to do that with Ritchie. She may be a little bi too, and stuff like that might turn her on." "So, you're saying that it wasn't your suggestion? "No, it wasn't. Jimmy's my friend. A girl would have to be a real low life to want to suck the dick of her boyfriend's best friend." She smiled at me then, when I said that. "So what do you think I should do about Jimmy? I'm afraid that if I tell him, he'll be all pissed off and then he'll hate me. If I don't tell him, I'm afraid that you will." "I think it might not be too big of a problem Brenda. Especially after you and he finally do it yourselves. Have you told him directly that you were a virgin?" I knew that she had. Jimmy had been filling me in on their progress and conversations since their first date. Jimmy thought he was the first to cop a feel anywhere on her body. "I might have told him that when we first got together. He's always so excitable, you know how he is. It's like he has this fantasy of how innocent a girl is supposed to be, and still, he's dying to have her satisfy all of his sex fantasies. One girl can't be both. Guys are never satisfied, no matter what you do for them." "I don't know about that. It seems to me that you girls get something out of it too. I know you pretend not to, but I'd be willing to bet that sometimes you wish that you could just let yourself go, and act wild like you used to with Ritchie, get as nasty as you want to be." "It would be the same thing then. Jimmy would start treating me like shit, and then he'd be after me to do his friends, and to find him other girls to suck him off." "Would that really be so bad? Didn't you like that with Ritchie?" She just gave me this look for a minute, like she was trying to decide whether to lie or to tell me the truth. "I only liked some of it. Not the treating me like shit part, and the hitting. I don't like being hit. The other parts, sure, some of that was fun. I didn't mind some of it." "That's what you need to do then, pick out what you liked, and just tell him that's all that you'll do." "How could I do that without telling him about what I've already done? Jimmy would drop me in a hot second if he ever found out the kind of things that I like, or what I let Ritchie and two of his friends do." This was getting better all the time. She had pretty much admitted all that Audrey had told me and more. Audrey hadn't mentioned Ritchie's friends. "Tell me three things that you liked, and I'll mention to Jimmy that girls all like that, but they have to be treated right after they do that. I'll make it all seem like it was my idea and what I've learned from my own experiences." "Sure, right. Jimmy already told me that you've never even been on a date before." "That's what I tell him too. I don't like to talk about what I'm doing, and, especially, with who. The last thing I want is to have things like that going around about me, so that certain girls wouldn't trust me any more." "That's just pure bull, right?" "No, it's the gospel. I don't talk, not to anybody. Did you hear me saying anything about Audrey and I?" "Because there's nothing to tell I bet." "Think about that for a minute. Why am I here right now? Do you really think that the subject of you and Audrey giving a blow job to Ritchie at the same time just happened to come up out of nowhere?" "Look, I'm getting tired of standing out here. You can come in, but just so we can talk." She opened the door and I walked in past her. she closed the door and pointed off to the right from her entry way. There was a family room, and I saw this big sofa that Jimmy had been telling me about. It was supposedly the scene of his greatest triumphs, and his biggest disappointments." Where were we again?" She had chosen the sofa, sitting on the end of it. I could be bold and sit on the same sofa, or I could be a chicken and sit in the near by easy chair. I chose the sofa, but I sat on the cushion farthest away from her. I saw a little smile play across her face like she thought that she'd confirmed something about me. "We were talking about me telling Jimmy some things that you do like to do, but putting it to him like he has to take the initiative, as though it is his idea all along. That's when you told me he wouldn't listen to me because he thinks I know less about girls than he does." "Well I've been thinking of another way. A way where I get to do some stuff that I like, but you still don't say anything to Jimmy, and where he and I continue just like we have been." "That sounds good, but how can you manage all of that?" "Well, the things that I like the best, what I've been missing, you could help me with. If you did, I doubt that you'd tell Jimmy about that. If I did that with you, I could hold off longer with Jimmy too, so that he would continue treating me good. I like being treated good sometimes, and I like being treated bad sometimes too, just not too bad." "Tell me the things that you like." "I like sucking cock, I like having my pussy eaten, and I just love to be fucked. Do you think you can you handle all of that for me?" "That's it, just those three things?" "That's enough for now. Let's see how you do with those three before we talk about any other things I might like to do. Come on, let's go up to my bedroom and try each other out." Decisive women have always turned me on. I think it was Brenda that first impressed that upon me. By the time I came back down from her bedroom, I'd had my second blow job, eaten my very first pussy, and had been fucked for the first time in my life. Brenda had gotten herself up on top of me, and then she put it in by herself. All I had to do was stay hard and hang on. After cumming twice already that afternoon, staying hard wasn't a problem for me. Brenda was a wild woman. She wasn't that tight, but she was very active and demanding. When she had an orgasm, there was no mistaking it either. By the time she was done with me, I was spoiled forever for passive women. I never did tell Jimmy about what I'd discovered about Brenda, but our friendship ended not long after that day anyway. A couple of years after we had ceased being friends, Jimmy finally found himself a girl who really was a virgin. It took me awhile, but I managed to nail her too. There's just something sweeter about doing nasty things with other people's women. That's especially true if the women are in love with your former best friend, or with your own brother. It might not be easy being me, but at least it never gets boring. ------- Chapter 4 I drove home from Brenda's house in a state that I'd never found myself in before. Sated and satisfied. It seemed like my life had taken a giant leap forward, between my new truck, Audrey and Brenda. On the down side, I was feeling a little bad about Jimmy. Now that I had my own set of wheels, he was back to doing all of his own house chores again. That, and the fact that I was scoring better than he was with his own girlfriend, it didn't look like Jimmy was doing so good. There wasn't any way that I could tell him about Brenda, and all those other guys, not after I had become one of those other guys myself. While I was driving home, I racked my brain to see if I might be able to find a way to make it up to him. Since I already had sex on my mind, it wasn't too surprising that I came up with the idea of helping Jimmy get laid. I figured that since Brenda was getting hers from me, why couldn't Jimmy get himself a little from Audrey. It wasn't as if I had any strong bonds with her anyway. It would be fun to talk her into going along with it. She seemed to enjoy jumping through my hoops anyway. The next morning I woke up in a happy frame of mind. I felt less guilty about Jimmy, and I had a lot to look forward to. When I got to school that morning, I saw Jimmy walking Brenda to class. They really did make a cute couple. I stayed well back to allow the two lovebirds their limited privacy, and to let them enjoy their time together. I was just about to enter my own classroom when I saw Audrey hurrying towards her locker with a big load of books and binders. I felt bad that she'd had so much stuff to carry on her long walk to school. Because I still had another five minutes before final bell, I walked over to say hello to her. "Hi Audrey. Aren't you cutting it a little close today? First bell has already rung you know?" "Leave me alone Barry. Brenda told me what you did last night. I don't like you anymore, so just leave me alone." She said the words, but they seemed to lack any true conviction. "So that's the thanks I get for taking the time to fix up one of your messes? I should have known that you'd be an ungrateful, snaggle toothed Sasquatch. I was ready to forgive you too, now that I went and repaired the damage that you caused. That's what I deserve, I suppose, for trying to help you to improve yourself. I shouldn't have bothered getting Brenda to forgive you and stay friends with you." "How does screwing Brenda help me Barry? It doesn't, that's how. You're trying to twist things so that you don't look bad, but it won't work." "When I dropped you off yesterday you were all upset and crying because you thought you'd lost your best friend. I went over there and did everything possible to make Brenda see that it hadn't been your fault that things had come out that put her future with Jimmy in jeopardy. When she told me she wouldn't trust me not to tell Jimmy unless she had something just as bad on me, I agreed to do what she wanted. I only went along with it so that she'd forgive you. Do you think that I wanted to have sex with her when I could be with you? Use you damn brain for once Audrey. It's just like you to try to blame the one person who cares about you and wants what's best for you. I'm going to class now. Don't come asking me for a ride home today, unless you're genuinely sorry for accusing me when I was only trying to help you." I turned and walked away from her. If Brenda had called her, that meant that she was probably planning to double cross me too. I'd had far too much experience coping with Walter for all these years to allow a little setback like this to trouble me for long. After school was out I walked rather casually out to the student parking lot. I wanted to be sure to give Audrey as much time as possible to decide that she wanted me to give her a ride home. It didn't seem to make much difference though, since there was no one waiting by my truck for a ride when I finally made my way out there. I unlocked my door and got in. I waited another five minutes, pretending to be adjusting my seat and all of my mirrors, and then I drove off and headed home. I got a call from Jimmy later that afternoon. He was bitching about never having any time for himself anymore. He worked over at Mickey D's three afternoons a week to help pay for his car expenses. The manager there didn't let employees spend any time with their friends who came in to eat or hang out there. Between the part time job and his chores at home, he claimed he didn't get many chances to make progress with Brenda. Just as a joke, I offered to help him out. "With my chores?" "No, dude, with Brenda." "As if. Man that chick is so hung up on me, it's like she doesn't want to do anything if I'm not right there along side her and doing it with her. After school she wanted to go to the mall, but I told her that I had to work for three hours today. I told her that I'd take her to the mall and drop her off, but she said to just forget it because she didn't want to go shopping alone." "Yeah, I know that you're right about that. I was hoping that Audrey would come out to the truck after school and ask for another ride home, but she didn't show up." "I'm not supposed to say anything about it Barry, but Brenda told me that Audrey said that she didn't want to go out with you. She said that Audrey told her that you were too crude. What's that all about, man, did you cut one or something when you drove her home yesterday?" "Something like that. Oh well, there's plenty more where she came from. Now that I've got wheels, I'll be able to get out more. I just need to get into the game man." "The next time you have a chick in the truck man, take some of that Beano. That shit really works." After I got off of the phone with Jimmy, I was a little bit down. It seemed like I had the world by the ass for one day and then everything shifted back to normal again. I was feeling sorry for myself, listening to the country station on the radio, while I did my homework, when my dad yelled up that I had a phone call. I picked up the phone expecting to hear Jimmy's voice on the line. "Barry? This is Brenda, what's up?" "Hi Brenda. I'm just studying up in my room trying to get my schoolwork ready for tomorrow. What are you doing?" "I'm on the telephone talking to you. Did you talk to Jimmy after he got off work today?" "Yeah, he was missing you. Said that with his work and the house chores, he just doesn't have nearly enough time to spend with you." "Did he tell you about Audrey?" "You mean that she decided that she doesn't want to go out with me because I'm too crude?" "Well that's part of it too, but she's pissed about what else happened. After you dropped her at home and came over here." "She said something about that this morning too. I just don't understand that girl. If I hadn't gone over to straighten things out about Jimmy, you and she would still be fighting. Instead of thanking me for helping her get things patched up with you, she gets mad because she thinks I cheated on her or something." "Well, what else would you call it?" "You mean that thing we did so that you wouldn't have to worry about me saying anything to Jimmy? That's just one friend looking out for another. I told you that Jimmy really loves you. I couldn't stand by and do nothing and watch you two break up. I'm not that kind of a friend." "So, what you're saying is that you did it with me as a favor to Jimmy?" "In a manner of speaking. I did what you said it would take for you not to have to worry about me talking about Richie and you with Jimmy." "That's it, you never enjoyed it?" "Brenda, what difference does that make? I'd have done it if I'd hated it too. That's what being a friend is all about. The same with Audrey. I like her, even if she's a little bit screwed up in her head. I figured that she needed your friendship more than she needed me in her life right now. The funny thing is, now you, Jimmy and Audrey all have what you want, and I'm left out in the cold, with nothing and no one. That sucks!" "You are different Barry. If I were to let you come over tonight, and Audrey and I practiced giving you blow jobs, you'd just say that you were helping us to cement our friendship." "No, that's not what I'd say. I'd say that I feel good about the fact that I helped the two of you settle your differences. It wouldn't matter whose dick you used to practice on. So, is Audrey there with you right now?" "Maybe yes, and maybe no." "If she is there, tell her I really missed her this afternoon, and that I've been thinking about her a lot." There was noise in the background, I couldn't understand what was being said, probably because Brenda had her hand covering the mouthpiece on the phone. It went on for a minute at least before Brenda came back on the phone again. "Audrey wants to know if you'll come over here, to maybe give her a ride home at eight?" "You tell Audrey that she'll have to come to the phone and ask me herself." There was more background noise, and then I heard Audrey's voice. "Barry? This is Audrey. Can you do that, come by and give me a ride home tonight?" "If I do that Audrey, are you going to be able to show me a hot pussy that's happy to see me?" "I think so. I'll try." "Okay, now put Brenda on the phone again." "Hello?" "I'm coming over there in about fifteen minutes Brenda. You make sure that Audrey's ready for me when I get there." "Don't worry Barry, she's already ready for you. I'll see you in fifteen minutes then." I freshened my breath up, and then put all my books and stuff away. I hadn't finished everything, but I had gotten the things done that had to be handed in tomorrow. I went downstairs and told my parents that I needed to go out to see somebody about a school project we were going to do together. I promised to be back before ten o'clock. My parents just nodded at me, not wanting to miss whatever they were watching on the tube. I probably could have told them the truth about where I was going and what I hoped to do, and gotten the exact same response from them. I hopped into the truck and made good time over to Brenda's house. I parked out on the street, even though there was room in the driveway for several cars. I was just about to press the door bell when the door was opened and I saw the two girls standing there. "Let's go into the rumpus room Barry. Audrey and I both want to talk to you before you take her home." The three of us went into the room and the girls, who were both ahead of me, made a beeline over to that large sofa, each picking an end cushion. I followed and sat down on the middle cushion. I waited for them to begin. Brenda was obviously the leader between the two of them. "Barry, since Audrey decided to tell you personal things about me before, I've decided to tell you some personal things about her now. Just so she and I are both even. Did you know that Audrey loves to be humiliated? She does. The more you do to her, the more she likes it. She didn't tell you about one of the things that happened between Richard and the two of us, but I'm going to tell you right now. Watch her face as I'm telling you. Near the end, a couple of weeks before it was over between Richard and I, Audrey was coming over here every day. Richard had talked me into getting her to help me with giving him blow jobs. After the blowjob, Richard would fuck me, right here on this sofa, while he told Audrey to watch. He had her play with herself while she was watching, but she didn't tell you about that part either." I'm watching Audrey's face while I'm listening to Brenda talk. She looked really embarrassed, all red and flushed from it. "Now, here's the good part, Barry. When Richard finally got his cum and was finished with fucking me, he'd make Audrey lick his cum out of my pussy. The first time, he had to force her by grabbing the back of her neck and holding her down there while she got it all out. After that first time though, she liked it, and did it without being forced to. That brings us to the real reason she's over here right now. You were right about her Barry, she is bi, but more than just a little. She's been after me all night to let her lick my pussy. Haven't you Audrey?" Audrey gave a little nod in confirmation. Her face was crimson. After a long time having to listen to her asking me if she could do that, I thought it would be better, for me at least, if she licked it when it was all full of cum again. When I told her that, she begged me to call you and have you come over here. So what do you think of that Barry?" "I think that we're all wasting time here talking. I need to be home before ten, it's a school night. I already told you that I'd do my best to help you and Audrey stay friends. Audrey, do you want me to Fuck Brenda so that you can suck all the cum out of her pussy?" Audrey didn't look up at me, but she nodded. "I asked you a question Sasquatch. Do you want to suck my jizz out of Brenda's pussy?" "Yes!" Audrey looked up at me as she shouted out her one word answer. Brenda stretched out on the sofa and lifted her skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties, and I could see that she was very excited already. I dropped my jeans and boxers down past my knees, and let my cock flop out in the air. I thought about eating Brenda a little, but just decided to fuck her right then. I didn't have any problem with getting all the way in, and I didn't last very long either. I got a good nut though, and kept hammering away until I had nothing left in the tank. As soon as I was done and had gotten up off of Brenda, Audrey dropped down to her knees and went to town. I'm not sure which of the three of us enjoyed it the most. Brenda came at least twice that I'm sure of, and she was holding on to the back of Audrey's head and grinding her pussy all over her face. Audrey reminded me of a big hungry boxer or St. Bernard dog, with all the lapping noises coming out of her while she dove on that muff. By the time Brenda grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face away from her pussy, Audrey was in some kind of a sexual frenzy or something. I helped her up onto the couch face down, and then proceeded to fuck her from behind for all that I was worth. I know I'd never been that horny before. That was some sexy shit, watching one girl eating your cum out of another. I don't know how it was for Audrey, but I loved that fuck, and I noticed that Brenda was rubbing her pussy while she watched us going at it. After I had cum, I rolled away from Audrey and reached out and grabbed Brenda by the hair. I was going to force her face down into Audrey's snatch, but there wasn't any need to. She was all over that pussy in an instant, turning Audrey over and diving right in. She spent only two or three minutes, but it was time spent doing some serious Hoovering on that quim. If there was any of my cum left up inside Audrey, it must have had either claws or suction cups in order to have stayed there. I don't know if Audrey ever came, either from me or from Brenda. I came twice, and Brenda had that many or more. Audrey looked pretty spent, so I have to assume that she got off somewhere along the way. I stood up, after taking another five minutes to let my breathing return to normal. I pulled my boxers and jeans up and got myself fixed up to leave. "C'mon Audrey, it's time to get you home. Brenda I've got to take a leak, where's the restroom?" Brenda stood up and I followed her out into the entranceway, then we turned right and went deeper into her house. The bathroom was on the right, and she turned on the light for me, then she just stood there while I took a piss. Having her watching me made it difficult to get started, but when I did start, I had no more problems with it. When we got back to the rumpus room, Audrey was up and she even had her schoolbag with all of her books and shit. We both kissed Brenda on the cheek, before leaving and walking out to my truck. I opened the door for Audrey and stood aside to allow her to get in, then I shut her door behind her. I had just gotten in the truck and put on my seat belt when Audrey spoke. "Do you hate me now?" "No, I don't hate you. I already knew that you were a horny slut. I'm glad that you like eating cum out of pussy's so much. Do you have any other girls that you want to do that with?" "Not really. I just kind of have a little thing for Brenda now, because of Richard, and now, you too. If you make me do that with another girl though, I guess I wouldn't get too upset with you." "You know that I wasn't going to ask your permission anyway right? There's a girl I already had in mind for you to do that with. Did you at least appreciate me making Brenda eat you out too? I didn't want her going around thinking that she was any better than you." "Yes, I did. Thank you. I think she liked doing it too." "Hell yes. She's every bit as big a slut as you are, and don't let her try to tell you otherwise. That was some nice pussy you let me have back at Brenda's too. You might have the ass of a Sasquatch baby, but that pussy, that's top notch stuff. I expect it to always be that wet and welcoming when you're around me." "I'll try Barry. I want to please you." "Be ready at seven thirty in front of your house tomorrow. I'm going to drive you to school." "Really? I'll be ready, Barry. Thank you so much!" I wasn't bullshitting about that pussy either. She was so much tighter than Brenda. It was like comparing being in a warm, snug cave, as opposed to walking through an open doorway. I was already trying to think of a polite way to ask Brenda whether there weren't some pussy tightening exercises that she could try. It just wouldn't do for my man Jimmy to fall the fuck in on his long delayed maiden fuck. I wondered if maybe one of those things that Brenda enjoyed wasn't fisting. ------- Chapter 5 I pulled up in front of Audrey's house at seven twenty the next morning, and she was already waiting at the curb near her mail box. I leaned over and opened the door for her, and then took her book bag so that she could climb inside easier. I was unsure of what the proper protocol should be between a slut and her master, but I leaned over to give her a good morning kiss anyway. She seemed pleased with my choosing to kiss her. After we had exchanged our verbal hello's, and how are you's, I backed the truck up and drove us over towards the school. On the way there, I asked her if she wanted to stop at a drive thru and pick up anything for breakfast. She said that she wasn't hungry, and then I told her that I was hungry, and that it would be my treat. That also seemed to make her happy. It didn't take too much. "Get something to eat Audrey, a good breakfast is important to give you the energy to see you through your long school day." I wondered how many times I'd had to listen to my mother spouting that same trite crap to me. We were sitting in the truck, at the drive thru order window of a fast food chicken place that advertised that they fried their chicken in lard. I finally ordered a six piece bucket, and two large Cokes, after Audrey couldn't seem to make a damn decision. We drove over to the student parking and scarfed down all of the food. For not being hungry, Audrey managed to polish off a respectable three pieces of chicken, and then she needed to get some of my drink to wash the last half of her third piece down. "Damn baby, it doesn't seem to matter to you whether it's chicken or pussy, it's all finger lickin' good to you isn't it? That's good though. I want you to enjoy yourself." "What time is it Barry?" "Five 'til eight, we still have plenty of time, don't worry." "Did you want to do something before school starts? Maybe a blow job or something?" "Why? Are you still hungry?" "No, I just thought that maybe that was why you picked me up early, that's all." "I picked you up early because I was anxious to see you, baby. I missed you. The last thing I thought about last night was how good it felt when I was ball's deep inside you. This morning, I thought of you again, first thing. I really enjoyed being with you last night." "And Brenda." "There's nothing wrong with Brenda, I'm not saying that there is, but it's you that gets me all excited. If you want to have Brenda doing things with us, if it makes it better for you, I'll go along with you. I would have just as good a time though, if we were alone together." "We don't have to do those things with Brenda all the time Barry. It was just that when Brenda told me what you two did together, after you dropped me off at home, I started thinking of those times with her and Richard and I. Sometimes, when I start thinking about certain things, it makes me very excited. Yesterday was like that. Brenda made it seem like it was me that started talking about licking her, but it wasn't. She brought it up, and she was the one who wanted to call you." "You didn't want me to come over to give you a ride home?" "No, I did. Brenda knew that I wanted to do all of those things. She likes to be the one in control. I like to be told what to do." "Well then, you're in luck baby, because I like being in control, and I like telling you what to do. I just might decide to make you do some things you don't want to do. Nasty things, stuff that would show everyone what a scuzzy slut you really are. Things like last night, only with more people watching you while you did them. I might decide to make you do some of my other friends too. Do you have any problem with that?" "I don't know how to answer that Barry. Last night I wouldn't have had a problem with that, but now, I haven't had time to get ready for anything. It helps if I'm worked up to things before you just spring them on me." "If I told you that we were going over to Brenda's after school, and do the same thing as last night, would you like that?" "That would be good, I wouldn't mind doing that." "If I told you that we were going to my house instead, and I was going to fuck you in my bedroom with my parents downstairs, how about that?" She took a minute and thought about that. "I guess so." "Suppose we were up in my room again, but this time Jimmy was in the room with us watching, and after I finished fucking you, I let Jimmy have a turn with you?" "I don't know Barry. It would all depend on how his watching us had made me react. If it had made me more excited, and if you told me to, I guess I could let him." "Suppose I was over at your locker in the school some day, and I needed you to give me a nice blow job in front of everybody. would you do that?" "No! I'd never do that. The thing is that I'd be thinking about you trying to make me do that. That would make it more likely that I'd want to do some of that other stuff that you just said though. If you told me to give you a blow job where other people heard you, and could see us, I'd be so embarrassed. I wouldn't do it, but later, when we were alone, I'd do it, and I'd pretend that I was doing it in front of everybody. Right now, I'd let you do a few things to me, and if your friends were watching, that would just make it more exciting to me." We got out of the truck then and walked into the school. We held hands while we walked. I was really starting to like her a lot. I think a big part of it for me was from having the upper hand for the first time in my life. Living with Walter, I had been the one who was always being coerced. He did it by using his greater physical strength, and I got no pleasure from it. With Audrey, she was enjoying a lot of what I was doing, and I wasn't hurting her. At least, I didn't think that I was. Even thinking about Walter, comparing his actions with my own, was troubling to me. I didn't mind taking advantage of people, of exploiting them for my own pleasure. The thing with Brenda, that could only hurt Jimmy if he found out about it. Brenda had enjoyed it, I certainly loved it, who had really been hurt by it? If it hadn't been me, once Brenda had the idea in her head, it would have just been somebody else. All day in school, as I moved from class to class, these thoughts followed me around, intruding on what would otherwise have been a good mood. It was while I was thinking about Walter, during my lunch period, that I noticed Carla sitting all alone eating her lunch. I decided to go say hello to her and see how she had been doing. I walked over and sat down on the seat right across the table from her. "Hi Carla. How's it going?" "Hi Barry. I was just sitting here thinking about Walter." She gave me a smile as she said that. I think she was trying to convey the thought that thinking about Walter would naturally give one pleasure. While I knew that to be very untrue, I saw no reason to point that out to her. "Yeah I was thinking about him today too. That was a good Christmas visit for the both of us. We didn't fight at all. I'm glad you two were able to get back together. It kept him occupied so he didn't have the time or energy to make my life miserable." "Walter's not like that Barry. He would leave you alone, if you left him alone, and didn't always try to get him into trouble." "I don't think so Carla. I tried leaving him alone, and he still kept hurting me. I think he just likes to do that to me. So, have you heard from Walter lately?" "I just got one little letter, and he phoned me when he got back to school okay. Walter isn't much on long distance communicating. I write to him every day though, so we keep in touch that way." "Well, like I said, I'm glad that you two got back together, but I must admit that it surprised me that you did." "Why do you say that?" "Walter always used to say that he'd never go with a girl that had cheated on him. I'm surprised that after you told him about those other guys that he'd forgive you." "What are you talking about Barry, what other guys? I had a couple dates, but I never cheated on Walter." "That isn't what I heard Carla. In fact, I'm starting to worry about this whole thing now. Walter's my brother, I may hate him, but blood is still thicker than water. I had assumed that you had been honest with him about how you turned into a real slut right after the two of you broke up. Even Walter deserves to know the truth about stuff like that." "I don't know what you heard, or who you've been talking to Barry, but absolutely nothing ever happened with any boy other than Walter. You're just being hateful because you don't want Walter to be happy." She was really hissing at me now. Her angry reaction wasn't able to cover up for the obvious tinge of fear in her face, and the look of uncontrolled anxiety, as her eyes swept the cafeteria to see if any of her 'innocent dates' were present. I knew that she had listened to the same stories repeated to her, that I had, about what those two guys were saying about having screwed her. That's how it works in a high school. If Carla was going to deny the truth of those stories, she'd have done so before now. "I guess we'll let Walter decide what's true and what isn't, Carla. You wouldn't want to have a relationship that was based on a lie anyway." "I finally forgave him about Kiki. I was just so angry with him, that's why. I wasn't thinking clearly when I did that. Barry, please don't ruin everything for me now. I promise it won't ever happen again. Please." "Carla, you're really trying to put me in the middle here. If you remember, it was me that told you about Kiki. I thought it only fair that you knew how Walter was. Maybe you think that Walter's away at school for several months at a time, doing without any loving, while he waits to come back home to you. If you do, you're the only one who thinks that, believe me. Walter, even if he's a lot worse than you, should know that you screwed around with at least two of his friends while he was gone. That's only fair." "I can't stop you Barry. If you do it, I'll just deny it. There isn't any proof." "You don't think Walter can beat the truth out of either one of those assholes? That's the first thing that he'll think of too. Then, when he finds out that you lied to him, on top of the cheating, you'll have no chance with him at all." "I never did anything bad to you Barry. You hate Walter, why are you doing this to me?" "I'm doing it because it's the right thing to do. You should be happy that I let you have those two weeks with him over Christmas break. Do you know how many times I wanted to open up his bedroom door, while the two of you were in there screwing like minks, and ask him if he knew that you'd been fucking half of his friends? I didn't do it though, because I thought you'd have the class to tell him that yourself. It would have been much better coming from your own cheating lips, it would have hurt him a lot more. Now, I have no choice, I have to tell him." "You are disgusting Barry. I love your brother. I made some mistakes. I admit it. Are you satisfied now? I'll write him myself and explain it. At least let me do that, okay?" "Do I get to read the letter first, and then take it over to the mailbox to make sure that you really send it?" "I'm not going to let you read my private mail!" "No deal then." I wanted to put the idea of a possible deal in her head. I actually liked the idea that she had gone out and fucked Walter's friends. I didn't want him to find out about it yet. Carla was a nice girl. I had absolutely nothing against her. Had she not cheated on Walter, I wouldn't have had the leverage that I had. "Give me a couple days to think about what you said. I need to think. There has to be a way that you won't have to tell Walter." "I'll give you until the weekend to figure something out Carla. I don't want to see you get hurt, but something has to happen to set things to rights here. Let's be honest with each other. To me, this is all about me having a chance to really hurt Walter. That's the way our relationship works. The fact that you went out and got laid, and the opportunity that this gives me to rub some shit right in Walter's face, that's too good for me to just pass up. You'd have to show me a way to get back at Walter that would be equally satisfying. I don't think you can do that, but I'll give you a chance to come up with something." "Why don't you tell me what you have in mind Barry. I think I already know." "I doubt that Carla. Knowing you, you probably think that I'd want you to let me fuck you too, but that isn't anything I'd want to do." "It isn't?" "Hell no. I already have a nice girl that does that for me whenever I want her too. You know Audrey Draper? She and I go together now, and she'll do whatever I want to do. So, was I right? You were thinking that this was a blackmail attempt to get you to give me some of your pussy?" "Maybe. I know how you feel about Walter. That's what I thought you'd ask for." "I might be tempted in different circumstances. It would be sweet to dump a big load in a pussy that my brother thought was all his. Does he go down on you?" "I'm not going to give you any information about our lovemaking." "I was just thinking of what it would be like knowing that Walter was eating someplace where my dick had been. Throw in a nice blow job, and that might just tempt me into accepting your offer. Except, I could never cheat on Audrey." "If he did do that, what you said about the oral sex, and if I said that it was okay, it would only be one time right? I let you do it to me once, and then you never say anything about that, or about my dates with those other guys?" "And where would that leave Audrey, Carla? I told you already that I wouldn't cheat on her." I could feel it. I was so close to making this deal. She'd already offered to let me fuck her. I wanted to get Audrey into the picture too. If anything happened, and Walter found out about those other guys fucking Carla, she'd rat me out too, just for spite. If there was another girl involved, that might make her hesitate about saying anything about me to Walter. "I wouldn't say anything to her. I would be a secret between the two of us." Not what I'd hoped for, but still we were traveling in the right direction. "Audrey would have to be involved in it too, otherwise it would be cheating. I don't cheat, I'm not like Walter. Lucky for you, Audrey is a little bit bi. I'd have to talk her into it, but it might work out okay." "She may be bi, but I'm definitely not. There's no way I'd agree to anything like that." "Okay, Carla. I'll see you around. You take care of yourself, and be sure to give Walter my warmest brotherly regards." I got up and took my cafeteria tray over to the dumping area. I figured that she would stew over everything for awhile and then she'd be left with a choice between Walter finding out, and his not finding out. It wasn't like I had that much to lose. Unless, and my heart rate went up at the thought, Carla decided to tell Walter now herself, and then told him about what I had wanted from her in order to remain silent. I couldn't change things anyway, so I just put that worry out of my mind. When school got out, I waited for Audrey outside her last classroom and helped her by carrying her book bag to her locker. I stood there holding her bag open as she dumped some things and added some others. She was bent way down with her ass resting against her heels while she worked. Her face was just about the right height for her mouth to reach my dick. "If I take it out baby, will you give the head a quick lick?" "Barry! Of course not." "How about if I pull it out then, and just grab you by your hair and force you to suck it until I come all over your face? Is that what you'd prefer?" I could see that my words were having an effect on her. she was flushed in the face. Not like she had been at Brenda's, but it was a start. "Stand up then and give me a nice kiss Sasquatch, or I'll make you blow me right here." I said that loud enough for three guys who were walking by to hear me. Audrey saw them too, and looked over at them with her embarrassment getting a lot more noticeable and severe. She stood up though, and I gave her a passionate kiss and placed both of my hands on her beautiful ass. I felt a little shudder of passion go through her. She wasn't kidding, shit like that really turned her motor. When we finished kissing, I whispered in her ear that I was just trying to get her pussy ready for me. "You did. Those guys all heard what you said. They'll tell their friends." "You're my slut now Audrey. You just have to worry about what I think about you, what other people think isn't that important." "Let's go out to your truck Barry. I'm getting all wet and squirmy." We started walking out to the student parking. I carried both of our book bags, and still managed to hold hands with her. We passed by those three guys who'd walked by us in the hallway. They were standing together out in the grass area, watching us as we came walking out of the side door to the school. I nodded at them, and squeezed Audrey's hand. I saw, out of the corner of my eye that she was blushing even more than she had been earlier. "Let's get to my truck Audrey. I can already feel how having my dick shoved down your slutty throat is going to be." The guys just stared at us as we walked past them. I'm sure that they were all going to be beating off in their bed rooms later to the fantasies that hearing me speaking like that to Audrey would trigger. Audrey kept her face looking down at her feet and tried to hurry me as we walked by them. "Slow down baby, another couple of minutes isn't going to matter. It isn't going to go anywhere without you." We got in the truck, and spent a couple of minutes trying to figure out a way that we could make out with that damn console in the way. We did some kissing, and I checked to make sure that her pussy really was wet. It was. "Let's go to my house. After, I'll drive you home." "Is anybody home at your house?" "Just my mom. You'll have to be quiet while I'm fucking you. I wouldn't want her to open the door to check on the noise, and then see me pounding my cock into that horny little pussy of yours." "Nobody is home at my house, Barry. We could go over there." "Is that what you prefer baby? You just want me to fuck you in private?" "Yes. This time just you and I." "Okay, that'll be nice. The next time I might have a surprise for you. There's this girl at school who thinks she might like to have you lick my cum out of her pussy." "Who?" "Does it matter? If I tell you to do it, you'll do it anyway. It's better if you don't know who she is. That way, every girl you see me talking to in school, you'll wonder if she's the one." "Is she pretty?" "Not as pretty as you are. I can hardly wait to see the two of you going at it either. She's just as big of a slut as you are too. She'll probably want to go down on you after I fuck you, just like Brenda did. You'll like it I'm sure of it." "But, suppose I don't want to do that?" "Don't worry, I'll be right there to make you do it if you don't want to. I'll hold your face to her puss for as long as it takes. That would be very humiliating, don't you think?" "You'd force me?" "Fucking straight I would. You're my slut, and you'll do what I tell you to do." "Okay." Was there ever a sweeter sound made than the one made by a woman who was handing you all the keys to the kingdom? Okay? There were so many things I wanted to do with her. Fun things, amusing things, the kind of things that would fulfill my nastiest fantasies, and, at the same time, wring out of her every possible ounce of humiliating pleasure that she could experience. I took her home and the two of us spent fifteen minutes on her mother's sofa in the living room. I had her get on top of me while I sat back on that sofa, and made her do all the work, while I leaned forward and whispered in her ear about all the humiliating experiences that I planned on putting her through. I could tell, by the reaction it had on her movements, what she got excited about, and what had left her cold. When I talked about making her lick the cum out of two or three girls that I'd just fucked right in front of her, she started going through an orgasmic spasm that left her grinding herself wildly on my dick as she made animal sounds from deep inside her throat. Her pussy was like a tight vise gripping my cock, and with each diminishing spasm, her body would give off a little shudder. I grabbed her by her hair, and made her lick me clean right after she got up off of me. After she was done, I made her go in and wash her face and brush her teeth. She walked me to the door, and I made her walk out in front of her house, so that I could fondle her tits and ass in plain view of anyone who cared to look, or who happened to be passing by. Living at the top of a cul de sac, we were both pretty sure that no one would pass by. I kissed her deeply just before I got back into my truck. I told her to be ready the next morning at the same time as before. She asked me again, right before I left, to at least give her a tiny hint about who the other girl was. I told her to just be patient. ------- Chapter 6 I was sitting on my bed trying to make sense out of the syllabus that Mr. Franklin had passed out to everyone concerning the Civics portion of our Government class. Why even have a class within a class? It was all just too dumb to be believed. I heard the phone ringing downstairs and I picked up on the extension in my bedroom. I always kept my ringer turned off because only about one in twenty calls were ever for me. "Hello?" "Barry?" It was a girl's voice. I didn't recognize it right away, and then it hit me, it was Carla's voice. She was calling me. I thought that this was an excellent sign. "Yes, this is Barry, who's this?" I wanted to prolong and savor the moment. "It's Carla. Are you alone?" "Yep, it's just me. What can I do for you Carla?" "I thought about what you said today in the cafeteria. I don't see why we have to bring another girl into it. I could just come over there tomorrow, when you were alone, or you could even come over here, because my mother is almost never home anymore. I will let you do it to me and then it's over. I can't do it with another girl, I just can't." I hung up the phone on her. I didn't slam it down, but I terminated the connection. Twenty seconds later the phone rang again. I waited until after the third ring before I picked it up. "Hello?" "Barry, did you just hang up on me?" "Yes I did Carla. I don't think we have anything more to talk about. I already made you my best offer earlier today, and you've turned it down. There's no room for negotiation. I've already told you that I won't cheat on Audrey. You insist on confusing my willingness to substitute one kind of revenge for another as some show of weakness on my part. You seem to forget that making Walter feel bad or knowing that I've done something that he'd really hate, are both equally attractive in my eyes. If I tell him that you fucked two of his friends, he'll feel bad. If I fuck you and then get you to blow me in front of my girlfriend, and then get to watch you doing some girl girl action with Audrey, then I'll know how much Walter would hate knowing that I've done that. I was willing to let you choose either of those two options, not try to dictate to me what you'd do or wouldn't do. I hope you understand now Carla. It is only my two choices that you can choose from. What you want doesn't enter into it, or even interest me. I've given you until the weekend to decide which of the two choices you'd prefer." "What would I have to do with your girlfriend? I've never done anything with a girl before." "You'd have to do whatever I told you to do Carla. I know that she likes to eat my cum out of another girl's pussy, so that would probably be one of the things. I think it would be only polite if you returned the favor too. I think that I would prefer it if you would suck my cock and clean it off for me before I fuck Audrey, but I'd allow you to do it after I finished fucking her too. That's about it I think." "I don't know if I can do all that Barry. Isn't there another choice? Something that doesn't involve another girl?" "Are you stupid Carla? Didn't you just hear me tell you that there were only two choices? Don't call me back until you've made your decision. In fact, don't ever call me at all. If you decide you'd prefer to have me not tell Walter, then you can come tell me in person any time before school lets out on Friday. Walter always calls home on Friday nights, after the long distance rates change. If I don't hear from you, I'll just ask my mom to let me speak with Walter after she and dad are done. I hope you understand now Carla because I'm through explaining it to you." I pressed the disconnect button and set the receiver back in it's cradle, surprised that I'd gotten a hard on just from talking with Carla on the telephone. I felt certain now that she would agree to letting me fuck her. I wondered if Jimmy would like to have a go at her as well. I made a mental note to think about whether I should bring him in on it if Carla decided to go along with my offer. I called Audrey at about eight that night. She had given me her phone number several days ago and had told me on the way to her house this afternoon that she felt bad that I had never called her. "Hi Audrey, it's Barry." "This is Audrey's mom, Barry, hold on a sec and I'll go get her for you." She had laughed in a good natured way at my mistake. She sure had a young sounding voice. My mother was forty eight years old, and she sounded a lot different on the telephone than Audrey's mom did. "Hi Barry, thank you for calling. You sure made my mom's day by thinking she was me." "She really sounds young Audrey. Did she have you when she was twelve or something?" "Close, she was sixteen. She says that she wanted to get all of her childbearing out of the way before she had any breasts that could sag from nursing. She was kidding though, you should see her boobs." "I'd love too, what time of the day does she put them on display?" "You want me to ask her Barry? I bet she'd show you if I asked her to. She's very cool for a mother, it's almost like she's my big sister." "No, don't ask her yet. Let's wait at least until after I've met her a few times. Does she like young guys like me?" "I don't know what kind of guys she likes anymore, now that my father left us. She doesn't get out much. I can tell you that you're cuter than my dad was though, so you'd at least have a chance, I think." "Would it be possible that you're thinking of eating my cum from somewhere closer to home than Brenda's pussy?" "Barry! You're terrible! That's, I don't even know what to call that. How could you think of something like that?" "Does that mean that you wouldn't like to do that, or just that you hadn't thought about it?" "I've never thought about that, ever! And now, you've gone and put it into my head and I'll be thinking about that whenever I remember what you just said. Are you going to give me a hint about who that girl was that you told me about? I've been wondering about that ever since you left." "She just called me twice tonight. She must be really anxious to feel your tongue. I'll tell you this much, she's a senior and she's someone who has never had her pussy sucked on by a girl before. Now, that's all the hints I'm going to give to you. If you ask me again, I'm going to have to take off your pants and undies and paddle your big, naked, Sasquatch ass out in the student parking lot tomorrow. I know a lot of guys who'd like to watch me doing that too." "I had a good time today with you Barry, especially on the sofa after school. You sure helped make it good with all those things you were saying too." "I could feel how much you were liking some of the things that I was telling you Audrey. Something tells me that you like eating pussy a lot more than you are letting on. I'm wondering how much you'd like it if I was fucking you doggie style the next time you had your face buried in a muff?" "I don't know Barry, we'll just have to see won't we?" "I guess we will. I know what I'm going to be dreaming about tonight now. I see me right behind you, fucking away while you're eating a hot, and very wet pussy. I just can't make out the face of the girl you're eating. Does your mother have your hair color?" "Stop it Barry before you start making me think about it too much. I told you what happens when I get an idea into my head. That's mean. If you were here right now I'd show you how mean I think you are." "What would you do if I was there? Would you take your face out of mom's pussy and tell me to hush?" "Why don't you come pick me up before seven tomorrow and I'll show you what I'm going to do. Mom leaves for work at a quarter til seven so I'll be here all alone." "How about if I get there at five thirty and I'll have you for breakfast, and you can eat your mom?" "You're going to get it tomorrow Barry, and I mean it. See you at seven okay?" "I'll be there baby, but you have to promise me that you'll be gentle with me. I need to save some energy for school." "I promise you that you'll wish you hadn't filled my mind with nasty thoughts." I hung up the phone and decided to turn in early. I reset my alarm to go off at six, another half hour earlier than usual. The more time I spent around Audrey, the better I liked her. She was different than most people, but she was really good natured about things, and she was able to bring out the best in me, at least in terms of making me search deep inside myself in order to come up with ideas for new experiences that she'd find interesting and enjoyable. I just knew that she and Carla were going to brighten up one of my days real soon. I couldn't wait to get it on with Carla, and cum all over her mouth and face. After I did her, I'd be on pins and needles waiting for Walter to come home so that he could put his mouth and tongue where my dick had been. I got up early, a little anxious to get cleaned up and over to Audrey's. I got there at about six forty and parked down at the bottom of her cul de sac. I watched Audrey's mother come out of her house and climb into an old, white Honda that was parked in her driveway. As she drove by, I got a good look at her face. She was really cute, in her face at least, and she looked like she was in her mid twenties. If her body was anything like Audrey's, she was a real hottie. Three minutes later I pulled up into Audrey's driveway and jumped out of my truck and rang her doorbell. When she came to the door, we had a nice long kiss and a thorough grope on my part. "Hi Baby. I'm here and I'm early. So what did you want to show me?" We spent the next fifteen minutes or so on her mom's sofa doing the same thing that we'd done the afternoon before. "Barry, since I talked to you last night, all I thought about was doing this with you this morning." "I came here early so that I could get a good look at your mother Audrey. She's a hottie too. I can see where you got your looks from, especially if what you said is true and I'm really cuter than your dad. I changed my mind about having you eat my cum out of her pussy. I think I'll make her eat my cum out of yours. Do you think you'd like that?" She didn't say anything, but I felt her squeezing down harder on my cock, and she was moving at a faster pace and started mouth breathing too. "Honey, do you think your mom would enjoy waking up some morning and finding the two of us fucking on her bed?" Audrey had a good cum but kept moving as I kept telling her different scenarios involving the three of us. When I told her that I bet that I could hold her mother's face down in her pussy until she was carpet munching her as just good as Brenda had, Audrey totally lost it, and went into overdrive with her body shaking and twisting above me. After we finished, I had to help her get back into her clothes. She looked at me like she was afraid that I was able to look deep inside her soul. I was starting to be able to read my baby better. Soon, I'd be able to push all the right buttons to get her to do anything I wanted her to. We drove to school and stood together with me leaning against my truck and her nestled in my arms with her ass pressed against my very limp and spent dick. I told her that I really was starting to like her a lot and that she was becoming special to me. I could tell that she liked hearing that kind of stuff from me. The funny thing was that, as I was telling her this, I started to realize that I really meant it. I was more than the sex too, because I had assumed the duty of really looking after her, and seeing that she was happier, and that more of her needs got met. We heard the first bell ring and started walking into the school. I told her where I'd be when school let out, and we arranged to meet there. I was sitting down in the cafeteria eating a hot dog and drinking a can of Pepsi when Carla walked by. She hesitated for just a second, but decided to keep walking past me. I didn't even acknowledge having seen her. When I finished eating, I took my tray over to the food dump and separated the paper and the can before throwing my tray in the opening where they did the washing of trays, plates, bowls and utensils. When I turned around to walk out to the quad, Carla was standing in front of me, blocking my way. "You win Barry. I'll do what you say. When and where do you want to do it? The way she was saying all of this, it almost made me mad enough to tell her to forget the whole thing. She was acting like I was forcing her to be hung or stabbed or something. I had simply offered her an alternative to her having to face the consequences of her shameful behavior. I wasn't even punishing her. If she had enjoyed fucking Walter, I was sure that she'd enjoy me too. We had the same genes, and if she closed her eyes, she probably wouldn't be able to tell the difference. She sure had a shitty attitude, at least she did, in my opinion. "I'm parked way out in the very back of the student lot. It's a black Toyota truck. Meet us there after school gets out and we'll drive over to Audrey's. Remember what the agreement was. If you don't do all of your part, the deal is off. Is that okay with you?" "The sooner we get it over with, the better, as far as I'm concerned. Walter better never hear of any of this from you Barry. I'm only doing this because I love him so much." "I'm only doing it because I hate him so much, plus, I was trying to do you a favor. You make it seem like I'm taking advantage of you, and I resent that. I suppose that was the reason why you fucked those other guys too, because you loved Walter so much? You make me wish I'd never tried to give you a break. In fact, let's just forget the whole thing Carla. You don't deserve this second chance." "Barry, I've had to do a lot of thinking about how this all happened to me. I'm not saying that I didn't do wrong, but what you're doing is even more wrong. Don't expect me to pretend to enjoy what's happening." "Well don't expect me to enjoy it either Carla. I'm sure you didn't enjoy it with those other guys either, right? You just did it to get back at Walter I bet. Glen's probably lying when he tells everybody that you spent half an hour after the first fuck, sucking his cock, and trying to get him up so that he could fuck you again. I'm sure that George is exaggerating when he says that you liked the way he fucked you so well, that you drove over to his house the next morning, and had yourself a repeat performance. I think that the both of us know that you're just another horny slut, and that you like having your pussy stuffed with a hard cock as often as possible. I'll bet that you're going to be out cheating on Walter just as often as he's out fucking around on you. And, guess what? That makes me happy." "I'm not going to stand here and let you call me a slut!" "Fine, now let me tell you just how it's going to be Carla. You can either decide to show up this afternoon or not, I don't care which. After today though, I'm withdrawing my offer. If you do decide to come over to Audrey's for a little fun today, you better lose that shitty attitude of yours before you get there. If you do anything to make Audrey feel bad or to hurt her feelings, anything at all, the whole deal is off." I watched her walk away, wondering if she had any idea of the number of people who'd listened in to our little argument. She had to be stupid to have gone into all of this with a whole cafeteria full of people able to listen to her every word. If Walter didn't hear about this little set to on his next visit home, I'd be very much surprised. ------- Chapter 7 Audrey and I walked out to the truck quickly after school let out. I didn't wait around for Carla at all either. We got to the truck, hopped in, and drove straight out onto the street. After lunch, Audrey had told me that Brenda wanted us to come over to her house after school for a little fun session. Jimmy was working right after school, and Brenda had gone home early with Dana, another one of her girlfriends. Who needed Carla anyway? I figured that she'd be trying to phone me at home later if she had tried to meet us, and, if not, why even bother waiting around? Brenda had mentioned to Audrey that she and Dana had fooled around together a little over the summer, and that Dana had been trying to set up something with her for the past month. Brenda was turning out to be a lot more devious than I would have expected. "Are you going to do anything with Dana, Barry? You can if you want to, I was just asking, that's all." "You think that I'd need your approval for something like that Audrey? If I want to fuck her, I will. If I do fuck her, I'm going to make you watch." We had gotten to Brenda's house and I parked out in the street and Audrey and I walked up to her front door and pushed the door bell. Dana and Brenda both came to the door. Of all of Brenda's friends, Dana had been the only one that I really hadn't thought was very cute. She was around five three, had shortish brown hair with those streaks of blond highlights that some girls liked to put in their hair. She had an uneven complexion, not terrible, but she always seemed to be a little bit broken out whenever I was around her. She had a thin body, small in the chest, with very narrow hips and a slight waist. She might have weighed ninety five pounds, but no more than that. She had dated my brother Walter, a couple of times about a year and a half before. It was right ahead of the time that he and Carla had gotten together. I had thought then that it was strange for him to be going out with her, because she wasn't as good looking as the rest of the girls that he usually went out with. When Audrey had told me that Brenda and Dana had fooled around, that wasn't surprising to me as far as the Dana part. There was something about her that struck a false note to me. As usual, Brenda led the way conversationally. "Hi Barry. Hi Audrey, c'mon you guys get in here. Dana and I were in the rumpus room, just listening to some music. Right Dana?" Dana looked unhappy to see us. In fact, she seemed like she might be resenting our intruding on them. I'd have been willing to bet that Brenda hadn't told her that we'd be dropping over. Brenda had turned away from the three of us and was walking back towards the rumpus room. I grabbed the overstuffed chair and sank down into it. Dana and Brenda went to the sofa, and Audrey looked like she didn't know where to sit. I finally signaled her to come sit on my lap, and she seemed happy that I wanted her close to me. As soon as she sat down, I started playing with one of her breasts. Brenda was watching me and started smiling while I kept it up. Brenda started sliding across the sofa until she was close to Dana. They weren't quite touching, but they were very close together. I started pulling Audrey closer and kissing on her neck while I continued massaging her boob. She didn't resist, but she was looking away from the sofa, as if a little bit embarrassed by what I was doing. I started running my other hand back and forth on her thigh, looking over at Brenda and Dana as I did so. "You better be careful Barry. Suppose she gets all excited and wants you to go further?" Brenda had started running her fingers lightly over Dana's legs and up her side. She was doing it in a casual way, but I could see that it was upsetting to Dana. She was uncomfortable to be touched like that, by another girl, with someone else watching. "Are you asking me whether I'd want to fuck my little slut in front of you two girls?" I had cupped my hand in Audrey's crotch and given it a squeeze, and she had given me back a moan and spread her legs further apart, welcoming my touch. "You wouldn't do that. If you did that, I'd have to fuck my little slut too." Brenda had leaned forward and now had her hand on Dana's tit while she and I carried on our conversation. "Why not? I'm sure that both of you girls have seen worse before? Besides, Audrey doesn't mind being fucked in front of people. I think it just makes her hotter." Audrey leaned back further into me, wrapping her arms around my neck, and gave off another soft moan right after I said that. "Is that true Audrey? You don't mind doing it in front of people? My little bitch is shy. She will only give me pleasure if we're all alone. Isn't that right Dana?" Dana's face was red with the humiliation she felt, but she wasn't trying to get away either. Audrey looked over at the two girls and spoke. "Not when I'm really hot I guess. When I get hot enough, nothing seems to bother me very much." I had lifted up her blouse and pulled her bra up over both of her tits, and was giving each one a work out. Audrey was tilted so that she was facing towards the other girls and they could both see what was happening to her. "She's telling the truth too Brenda. I've gotten her so hot before that once I made her eat another girl out right after I'd finished fucking her. She didn't mind doing it either. If she's hot enough, she'll do anything. Do either of you girls want her to lick your pussy's? She will if I tell her to. She's such a dirty slut, she'll do whatever we want her to. Won't you Sasquatch?" I had been pulling on her tits pretty hard, and groping down even harder between her legs while I talked. I could tell from her moans and movements that she was getting very excited by all of the humiliating talk, and the way I was using her in front of the other girls. "Can you make her suck your dick Barry? I'd sure like to see you make her do that while we're watching." Brenda was laying it on pretty thick, and I could see that she was orchestrating all of this for Dana's benefit. "If I did make her do that Brenda, I'd make you kiss her right after she was done. You still want me to get her to give me a blow job?" Brenda got up off the sofa and came closer to watch what was happening. "Damn Audrey, you are a filthy little slut if you're going to suck him right here in front of us. Do it though because I want to see it. Dana come over here and watch this." Audrey slipped down off of my lap and got on her knees in front of me. It didn't take long before she had my cock out and was licking all around it. She hadn't put it in her mouth yet, but she was almost ready to. I saw Dana get up and walk over and stand just behind Brenda. She watched as Audrey started bobbing up and down on my dick. Brenda started taking off her jeans while she watched Audrey working on my cock. "Dana, be a sweetie and rub my pussy for me. I'm getting hot from just watching this." Dana backed away after Brenda said that to her. She looked very upset and more than a little confused. I was staring at the two girls, wondering whether Brenda had gone too fast with Dana or not. "You better get back here and do what I told you to Dana. If you don't get back here, I'm going to get Barry to let Audrey eat me out. Is that what you want?" Dana didn't move closer to Brenda, but she stopped moving away from her at least. "If I don't feel your fingers on my pussy by the count of five, Dana, you can just leave my house, and we'll do all our stuff without you. One, two, three." I watched, fascinated, as Dana got back in close behind Brenda and snaked her hand over to caress her pubic region. Soon, I saw Brenda widen her stance, and I watched as Dana started playing with her and leaned forward to brush her lips against Brenda's neck. "That's good Baby. Play with my pussy good. Feel how wet you've made me. Rub my ass with your other hand." For the next ten minutes we stayed like that, with Audrey blowing me, and Brenda being kissed and rubbed by Dana. While it was interesting watching Dana playing with Brenda, it wasn't that exciting for me for some reason. When Brenda reached down and grabbed Dana's hand, the one that had been playing with her pussy, and led the two of them over to that big sofa, things started picking up quickly. Brenda pulled Dana down on top of her and then started pushing Dana's face down towards her pussy. In a few seconds, the sounds of cunnilingus could be heard throughout the rumpus room. Dana was some kind of whirling dervish of a carpet muncher. She was attacking Brenda's pussy with a real vengeance. Brenda was reacting much more strongly than she had when either Audrey or I had eaten her. She was shouting out encouragement and writhing beneath Dana's tongue. She had both of her hands on the back of Dana's head, keeping her pressed down into her. I had to turn back to concentrate on what Audrey was doing to me. I was ready to let one go, and needed to help Audrey take me to the finish. The next few seconds were spent with me trying to drown her tonsils with my spend. As I came, I could feel Audrey relaxing and almost purring as she drank it all down. "Don't swallow all of it Audrey. Go give some of it to Brenda like I told her you would." Audrey looked up at me and then stood up and walked over to the couch. In a second, she and Brenda were locked in a passionate French kiss. I could see that Brenda was really into the kiss too. After the kiss was over, Brenda pushed Dana's head away from her and sat up. She pulled Audrey down onto her lap and resumed kissing her and playing with her tits like I had done earlier. "Barry, tell Audrey to eat me. I want to see how she compares to Dana." I could tell that Audrey was looking forward to it, and that she was waiting eagerly for my order. "What do I get out of it Brenda? Are you going to suck my dick while she does it?" I wasn't that anxious to get another blow job right then, but I figured I should get something out of it. "You can play with Dana while Audrey does it to me. You should feel how tight Dana's pussy is. You can't fuck her though, she doesn't like boys. She likes fingers though, and she uses my dildo sometimes too." Dana didn't look happy about this offer from Brenda. In fact, she looked pretty upset by it. "I don't think Dana wants me doing that to her Brenda. Let's make Audrey eat Dana out instead. I'd like to see that." Dana's face was very red with embarrassment when I offered up that alternative. She didn't seem as opposed to that as she had been at the mention of me playing with her. "Dana get out of your jeans. I'm going to let Audrey taste your sweet pussy." I watched as Dana considered whether she would comply or not. I was thinking that she would have jumped at the chance if I hadn't been there to see her doing it. "Audrey, take off everything so that Dana can get a good look at you." Audrey's body was nicer than Brenda's. Audrey was out of all of her clothes in less than a minute. Her pussy lips were swollen and pink. She was very turned on by what was happening. "Go stand right in front of Dana so she can get a good look. Dana, put a finger in Audrey's pussy just to see how nice she is in there." Dana looked over at Brenda, who simply nodded her encouragement. I watched excitedly as Dana reached over and began touching Audrey's pussy. It was funny watching the two of them, because they were both so ready for what was supposedly being forced upon them. I could see that Dana had put a finger up inside Audrey and was sawing gently back and forth with it. Soon, Audrey was swaying in time to the rhythm of Dana's ministrations. Audrey lifted up one of her legs and placed it up on the sofa. As soon as she had finished doing that, Dana, as if drawn there by a high powered magnet, put her face up between Audrey's thighs, and passionately attacked her pussy. It was much more exciting for me to watch Audrey being eaten, seeing the reactions on her face as she was physically overcome by the ferocity of Dana's accomplished tongue. Unable to stand still and support her own weight, Audrey collapsed down on the sofa. Dana never missed a tongue stroke during that collapse. I reached over and pulled Dana's head away from Audrey's pussy. She resisted my interference, but I had her firmly grasped in my hands. "Take off your clothes if you want to keep eating my woman. There's a price you have to pay for such a tasty pussy." For just a second, I thought that she'd refuse, or at least protest, but instead, she quickly undid the button and zipper on her jeans and took them off. "Lose the panties too." She shrugged out of them and immediately went back to licking Audrey's puss. I looked over at Brenda who was stabbing several fingers in and out of her pussy as she watched Dana going after Audrey's pussy. I was hard again and I knelt down to my knees, lowering my pants and aiming my dickhead at the back of Dana's ass. I started running the head of my cock all around the area that I could reach. Dana was busy with what she was doing and offered no resistance to what I was doing. "I'm going to fuck your little les bitch Brenda. If she keeps eating Audrey, that's what I'll do." I put the head of my cock down between her legs and starting pushing forward. Her pussy was hot and wet, but even though I was hitting it steady, I wasn't getting inside of her. A couple of times when I was at the right place, she moved forward before I could try to push through. That ended though when Audrey grabbed her hair and started pulling it as she was cumming. Dana arched her own back and then pushed her butt back at me. It took a couple more stabs before I got about two inches lodged up inside her steamy tunnel. Damn, it was so tight. I thought Audrey was tight, and she was, but Dana was even tighter. I stopped my movement, allowing her to adjust to this unusual intrusion. She was the one who started moving first, pressing back against me as she continued laving on Audrey's little pussy, gently easing her back down from her orgasm. I started pushing forward slowly, not wanting her to be the one in control. It took a short while before we had settled into a good and comfortable rhythm between the three of us that wasn't so hard that it hurt or dislodged Dana's tongue, but which was forceful enough to satisfy my growing needs. Dana was the wild card in all of this. It felt to me like she was enjoying the feel of my dick. She was still pushing back against it every third or fourth stroke. I reached under her and started rubbing against her clit as I started moving faster inside her. I came with a rush. Right after the first spurt splashed inside her, she started frantically trying to get away from me. I had ahold of her waist and kept her tight, my bone fully buried in her tight snatch as I finished up with my load. When I was finished, I pulled out and brought it over for Brenda to give it a cleaning. She didn't even hesitate, cleaning it thoroughly before she stood up and grabbed Dana and turned her over and sat down on her face. "Audrey, Dana's got a load of my cum in her pussy. Lick it out for her so that she doesn't get pregnant." I sat over on the cushion that wasn't being used, watching as Dana ate Brenda out again, and Audrey ate Dana's cum filled box. I had cum twice in just a few minutes, and I was beat. Even watching the three of them going at it, I couldn't get it up again. Brenda was riding Dana's face really hard. It looked to me like it had to hurt, but that didn't stop Brenda, and Dana wasn't making any effort to slow her down. I could see that Audrey had brought Dana to a strong orgasm with her efforts, and she kept at it afterwards, building her up for yet another. Brenda finally managed another cum, and rolled off of Dana's face. I waited for Audrey to finish, and when she was done, I told her to go wash her face because we needed to leave. "Did you like being fucked with a real cock Dana?" Brenda asked the question as she looked over at the skinny teen. Dana looked sated. Her two orgasms under Audrey's tongue seemed to have calmed her anxieties and mellowed her personality. "I don't know. I didn't appreciate him cumming inside me though. Suppose he got me pregnant?" "If I did, maybe you'll finally be able to grow some tits. You should be a lot more grateful to me for letting you play with Audrey. I heard that cum is supposed to be good for your complexion too. I wouldn't be surprised if your complexion improves now that you've gotten some on you. Next time I'll blow a load on your face and you can rub it in." "You looked like you were enjoying being fucked Dana. It isn't very nice for you to talk to Barry like that after he was so nice to you. I don't think I'm going to let you play with any more of my friends if you start acting this way around them." "I'm sorry Barry. I guess I did enjoy it. Thank you for letting me do things with Audrey too. I'm just a little worried about getting pregnant because we didn't take any precautions." "You're welcome Dana. You've got a real sweet little pussy, and I enjoyed fucking it a lot. I doubt if you got pregnant though because Audrey licked it all out of you as near as I could tell. If you're worried, use a bottle with warm soapy water and take a douche." As I finished up talking, Audrey came back and so I got dressed again and we drove over to her house. I saw her mom's car was there, so I let her out and drove back home. I was very tired, and wanted to take a little nap before dinner. I was laying on my bed, almost ready to drift off when I heard the phone ringing downstairs. "Hello?" "Barry, why didn't you wait for me?" Carla sounded frantic. I wondered if she had been calling all afternoon. We didn't have an answering machine on our phone yet. "I told you where we'd be Carla. I hope you don't think that I planned on waiting around for you. You had your chance and you didn't take it. I'll be sure to tell Walter that you send your warmest regards." I hung up the phone and settled back, knowing that she'd be calling back as soon as her fingers could dial. The phone started ringing again. "Hello?" "Barry, don't hang up! I was there like you told me. I'm ready to do what you told me. Don't tell Walter, please!" "Look Carla, I'm all fucked out right now. I was at a little party after school, and I'm really drained. If you are really serious about wanting to do what I told you to, you need to hurry over here to give me some sign of your willingness. It won't count towards the other, but it will buy you some time until we do the other thing." "What kind of sign? What do I have to do?" "Nothing much. I think maybe you can lick my cock a little, and then let me finger your pussy for a minute. Just so I know that you really want to keep me from telling Walter. You have to hurry though because my parents will be home in less than an hour." "Could we do it tomorrow instead? I've got stuff that I need to finish right now." I hung up on her and laid back on my bed. That girl just didn't seem to understand that I wasn't in any mood to let her set the terms of what or when we'd do things. The phone started ringing and I just ignored it. It rang at least fifteen times before it finally stopped. I was laying there, unable to get my nap now, thanks to Carla, when the front door bell started ringing very insistently. I knew that it had to be Carla. I couldn't help smiling as I walked down the stairs to answer the door. I looked through the eyehole in the door, and saw a very worried Carla standing there. I opened the door and let her in. "Hello Carla. What are you doing here?" "Barry, I'm sorry. Whatever you want, okay? Just don't tell Walter." I moved forward and reached down to pull up the bottom of her dress. She stayed where she was, allowing me to lift it. I held the hem in one hand and placed the other hand on her pussy. She had on nice pink panties, made of nylon or something, and they felt good on my fingers. I reached in over the top of her waist band and snaked my fingers down to her pussy. I could feel her excitement. She wanted this. I knew she was a slut already, but her excitement over me using her this way was even further proof. "Why's your pussy so wet Carla? Have you been thinking about being fucked?" "No, it's always like that. I've got a condition that's all. It stays wet, even when I'm sleeping." While she was talking, I buried a finger up inside her. She was tighter than Brenda, but not by much. A second, and then a third finger soon followed the first. She had opened her legs as wide as she could, and was standing there with her eyes tightly closed, letting me finger her the way that I wanted. She didn't say anything to encourage me, but she was enjoying it never the less. I removed my hand and let her hem fall back in place. Her eyes opened and she looked at me acting surprised that I had stopped what I'd been doing. I opened my fly and took out my dick. It was soft, not having gotten excited at all by what I'd been doing. "Suck my cock and see if you can get it hard for me." She got down on her knees and went to work. Her technique was good enough that I'd have been stiff in seconds, if it hadn't been for my earlier cums with Audrey and Dana. She didn't get discouraged though, just kept up with what she was doing. She started looking like she was getting into it too, and when her hand disappeared up underneath her dress, I knew where it was heading. "Why don't you just admit that you're a horny slut and have been looking forward to being fucked all day? Don't you think I know what causes your so called condition? You're a cock hungry slut who needs to be used." She raised her mouth off of my cock, but I could see her hand still moving under her dress as she frigged herself. "I've been good since Walter left Barry. I haven't done anything. Maybe that's why I'm so horny now. I have been thinking about doing it with you, but I've always been very wet, really. Since puberty. I get wet and then I need to play with myself to make it stop. You can fuck me now if you want to, and we won't count it towards the other thing." She put my cock back in her mouth and went back to work on it. I was starting to get hard from her actions too, but then my mother's car pulled up into the driveway, putting an end to our little activities. I was only partially disappointed because I knew that I could have Carla whenever and however I wanted. She wanted it more than I did. This thing about Walter was just her excuse. If it hadn't been me, she would have gone and gotten someone else. As soon as we heard the garage door being lifted, Carla went out our front door. When the garage door was being lowered, Carla started off back to her house. I waited up in my room to give Carla enough time to get back home. when I figured that she had gotten back, I called over there and she answered on the second ring. "Are you playing with your pussy Carla? I bet you are aren't you?" "Yes, but I wish you were playing with it instead. It isn't as much fun when only I play with it." "I think that maybe you'd like it better if I make it so that you fuck three or four guys rather than do things with another girl." "I would! Which guys though? You don't mean all at once do you?" "You've got this problem Carla, you know that? Everytime I try to see if I can make things easier for you, you try to take over and get me to do what you want. I was thinking of having two or three of my friends over to my house tomorrow, and having you be a nice surprise for them. These are all guys who've never gotten any pussy before. Between the three or four of us, I'm pretty sure we could cure that condition of yours for awhile. So, which would you prefer, a little gang bang or some hot and heavy lesbian action?" "Can it just be you and two other guys Barry. I'm sure I could handle that okay. More than that, it would scare me." "Tomorrow morning after ten Carla. My parents will be gone all day. I might have two friends or I might have five or six. Don't bother coming over if you aren't ready to fuck as many as are here. I need your answer now, because I'll need to make some phone calls and set it all up. You coming or not?" "Barry, why do you always do this? If I ever agree to anything, you always find some way to either make it worse or bigger. Its almost like you don't want us to be able to get this settled. Okay, I'll be there. I'll do it with as many guys as you bring. That's it though, right? After I do that, you stop bothering me?" "If that's what you really want Carla, sure. I'm guessing that you're such a slut for some hard cock that you'll be phoning me after tomorrow, trying to get me to set up more of the same for you." "Barry, I really wish that you would make it just the two of us. I'd let you do it to me whenever you wanted to. This other thing is just so you can make me feel bad about myself. I'll do what you tell me tomorrow, but I won't enjoy it. I would have enjoyed myself with just you and I." "Carla, I will be very surprised if you don't enjoy yourself tomorrow. I think you like to pretend different, but I think you are such a slut that you'll love having guys lining up to fuck that loose pussy of yours." "That's mean Barry. I'm no looser than other girls. Don't say that." "See you tomorrow, Carla. Remember these guys are all cherries, so you'll have to teach them what to do." ------- Chapter 8 Right after I got off of the phone with Carla, I gave Jimmy a call. At first we chatted about the lack of progress that he was making with Brenda. He was sure that he could get laid if he only had some more time and a good place where the two of them could be all alone. His after school job, and his parent's insistence that he maintain a good grade point average in school, had combined to leave him with almost no free time. I felt like telling him that it didn't take that long to take Brenda up to her bedroom and just fuck her. I didn't though, because I'd promised Brenda that I wouldn't tell on her, and I like to believe that I am a man of my word. "How would you like to come over here tomorrow for some guaranteed pussy?" "Right! Like you'd know how to get some real pussy. Barry, you'll die with your cherry, dude. What did you do man, send away for one of those blow up dolls they advertise in the girlie mags?" "Carla's coming over tomorrow Jimmy. She's promised that she'll fuck any guys that I have here for her. She doesn't want me telling Walter that she's been fucking half of his friends while he's away." "What a liar! Carla isn't going to be there, and you know it. What's the joke?" "Jimmy, if you want me to, I'll have her call you herself and invite you over here tomorrow. That's why you can't get laid man, you just can't recognize a real opportunity." "Okay, I'll call that bluff. You have her call me, then I'll believe it." He laughed then and hung up on me. He really thought I was trying to pull a fast one on him. I almost didn't call Carla, but, in the end, I couldn't resist doing it because I knew that Jimmy would go nuts if I had her call him. "Hello?" "Carla, it's Barry." "Hello, something up? You haven't changed your mind again?" "No, everything is just like we agreed on. I need you to make a phone call to a friend of mine though. He's one of the guys who'll be here tomorrow. I told him what we were going to be doing, but he didn't believe me. I need you to call him and convince him about what you'll do for him if he shows up tomorrow." "I never said I'd do that Barry, just that I'd come over tomorrow and do what you told me I had to do. I'm not calling anybody." "If you don't do this, don't even bother coming over tomorrow. You should stay home tonight too, because I've got a feeling that Walter's going to be calling you." "Barry, I've been thinking about what you're planning, and there's no way that word of it won't get out. When it does get out, it will be all over school about what I let you do, you and your friends." "Carla it's your choice. I'm not going to force you to do anything that you say no to. My friend Jimmy has never been laid. He has a girlfriend and wouldn't want her to find out about this. He has as much to lose by it as you do." "What about the rest of them?" "There is no rest of them. You think that I'd really make you fuck five or six guys? It will just be the three of us Carla, and none of us will talk unless it's you." "Do you really mean it, just you two?" "Carla, you sound disappointed." "I do not! If I call him, what am I supposed to say to him?" "Tell him who you are. Tell him that if he comes over here tomorrow at ten, that you'll suck his cock, and then let him fuck you. Tell him that you're looking forward to it. That's all. Isn't that simple?" "What's his phone number?" I gave her Jimmy's number and hung the phone up. I was just laying on my bed, relaxing, and waiting for the phone to ring. I didn't have very long to wait. "Dude! I take it all back. This is so awesome! You've got to tell me how you did it. She sounded so hot to trot on the phone, and she says she's going to make me so glad that I came over there tomorrow. Barry, if this is some lame joke or a trick, I'm going to be really pissed. I'm calling Brenda as soon as I get off of the phone with you, and I'm going to be canceling our movie date for tomorrow afternoon. If I don't get what you and she promised me, I'm going to take it out of your hide." "Jimmy, listen to yourself. I go out of my way to see that you get what you've been whining about not having for the last two years, and all you can think about is threats. You're getting more like Walter everyday. I'm not even sure why I bothered to do this for you." "I'm sorry Barry. I'm just nervous that's all. I really appreciate it, it's just hard to make myself really believe it's going to finally happen. Tomorrow's going to be a big day. I can't wait!" I said a few more things to him, but I didn't answer all of his questions. I told him to make sure that he got here after nine so my parents wouldn't still be here when he came over. Jimmy doesn't hide his excitement very well. If my folks saw him, they'd know that we were up to something. I was still laying in bed thinking about things later that night when Walter called home. I felt somehow linked closer to him by what I was planning for his girlfriend the next day. I hoped that my parents wouldn't take the Polaroid with them in the morning. I had big plans for using it myself. I had spent my own money on a fresh ten pack of film. I called Audrey at about nine that night. She and I talked about things for an hour. She did almost all of the talking, and was trying to explain to me how different things made her react in ways that were sexy to her. She knew that she was unusual, not like any others that she knew, and then she told me that she hadn't ever tried to talk to anyone else about those kinds of things before now with me. I was honestly touched and moved by her trust. She said that she had been like she was for as long as she could remember. When she was little, she did bad things on purpose, just so that her mom and dad would yell at her and give her spankings and other punishments. She said that even when she was five or six years old that being punished gave her a warm kind of inner glow. She didn't think it was sexual then, just a good feeling that she had inside. Ever since the sexual component had been added to her reactions, she had become progressively more involved in exploring that side of her personality. She felt that she was pretty normal except for that one thing. I woke up around eight the next morning. I put on some sweats and went down to have some breakfast and to make sure that the parents got going on time. There was some big show that my father's work was putting on in Muncie, and my father wanted my mother to see the launching of a new product that he had helped to develop. They would be gone all day, and didn't expect to get back before midnight. My dad even slipped me a twenty and told me to eat out because he didn't want me cooking and forgetting to turn off the stove and burning the house down. I pocketed his twenty and thought that it was a good thing that he never asked anyone about the microwave oven. My mother would never have worried, or popped me the twenty either. Finally, they left. I went up to their bedroom and looked in the closet for the Polaroid. It was right where it was supposed to be. There was no film pack in it, so I wouldn't have any problems when I put it back after using it. I loaded up the new ten pack and took the camera over to Walter's room. Walter had already taken a few pictures of Carla in his bedroom. I had found them once, but when I went back later, they were gone. They hadn't shown her face, but it was her all right. In one of them, she had two of her fingers buried up deep inside her snatch. I planned on getting some good shots today, but they'd show her face too. I had everything ready before nine and went back downstairs and watched some Saturday cartoons while I waited for Jimmy to show up. About nine fifteen, Jimmy was knocking at my door. I let him in and went back to the couch and my cartoons. I needn't have bothered keeping the TV on though, because I couldn't pay attention because Jimmy was all hyper, and talking a million words a minute. He was excited. He was also very nervous about how well he'd perform, and agonizing over the fact that he'd be cheating on Brenda. "Dude, if she was coming across with the pussy, you wouldn't be here. Am I right?" "Yeah, but still. It seems pretty cold for me to be doing something like this behind her back and all." "You want to call her and invite her over to watch? I bet if you told her what was going to happen she'd hurry on over to see it." "You are so sick, dude! When is Carla going to be here?" "I told her to be here at ten. Relax. I've already had her suck my dick, and she let me finger her pussy. She's going to show up. She's probably more excited than you are. She's used to getting laid and hasn't gotten any for awhile. At least, that's what she says. It's going to be fine. If you're nervous, maybe I should do her first so that you can calm your ass down." "No man. I'll go first. I don't want my first time to be sloppy seconds." "Whatever. You should go down on her first though, just to make sure that she's ready for it. Chicks all like that shit." "I'm not eating some slut who's getting ready to fuck two guys at the same time. You can eat her, and then I'll fuck her. Then, you can fuck her yourself after I'm finished." "Sounds okay to me Jimmy. If you change your mind though and want to eat her too, you'll have to wait until I'm through fucking her." "You're going to make me puke man. Stop it. I don't want to be gagging when she gets here." It went like that until the doorbell rang and Little Miss Carla had arrived. She was wearing a nice dress and looked like she had taken some time fixing herself up. It was like she was coming over to be interviewed for a job. I invited her in and we went over to the couch and I had her sit down between Jimmy and I. "Carla, you remember my friend Jimmy don't you? I'm sure that you've seen him around school a lot. Jimmy, this is Carla, Walter's fiancee." Just saying Walter's name gave me a little jolt of adrenaline. I was excited because this was something between Walter and I. Jimmy and Carla were players, but, at least to me, this was a little bit of payback on Walter. "You look nice Carla. Are you ready to have some fun?" "I shouldn't be doing this Barry, but I guess I don't have any other choice. You know that I love Walter. I'm doing this for him." "Carla, let me see if I have this right, okay? You're going to take off all of your clothes, suck my dick and Jimmy's, and then, after that, you're going to fuck the both of us. And, you're doing all of this for Walter, because you love him so much?" "Yes, because I don't want you to tell him that I did stuff with those other guys." "Well, it works for me. How about you Jimmy? Have you got any problem with any of that?" "No, it sounds good. Are we ready?" "Almost Jimmy. First though I need to ask Carla something. I know that you're only doing this because I'm blackmailing you into it. I heard though that some girls like to have their pussies eaten before they get fucked. I figured that I'd go down on you if you wanted me to, but I'm not making that a condition or saying that you have to do that. If you don't want me to do that, just take off all of your clothes, and you can just start in by sucking Jimmy's cock." "You mean now, right down here? Are you going to be here while I do him?" "Is there a problem with that Carla?" "I thought that I'd do it with one of you and then, after he left, I'd do it with the other. I didn't think you meant all three of us together. Are you going to watch?" "I'm going to do everything Carla. I'm not going to leave your side. If it would make it more comfortable for you though, we can go up to Walter's bedroom. Sometimes it helps to be on familiar grounds when you're doing intimate things. You want us to fuck you on Walter's bed? I think I'd like that a lot. Let's go up to Walter's room." "Let's go to your room instead. I'd feel funny doing it with you two in Walter's room." "Walter's room or here in the living room. Take your pick." "Here then. I wish you'd be nicer to me Barry. I'm being nice to you." "Take off your clothes Carla. It's time to get going on the good stuff." Jimmy and I were both naked before Carla had gotten out of her dress. She was wearing some lacy black underwear that was very sexy looking. She took off her bra, but I took her panties off. I dipped a finger between her legs, and she was even wetter than I thought she'd be. "It feels like your condition has worsened overnight Carla. That pussy is very wet. Soaking, in fact. Are you sure that this is as big a sacrifice as you're trying to make us believe it is for you?" "It gets like that when I'm nervous Barry. I told you that." "Are you sure you don't want me to lick that pussy for you? It might help you with those nerves." "Do you think it would help?" "I'm pretty sure that it would. Maybe for a minute, and then, if it isn't working, you can do something else." By the time I finished speaking, Carla was laying on the sofa with her legs spread nice and wide for Jimmy's viewing pleasure as well as my own. Her pussy lips were separated already, and we could both see the juices that had gathered there. "Ask me to lick that pussy Carla." "Please Barry, lick it." I got down and started eating her as well as I knew how. I had picked up a few pointers watching both Audrey and, especially Dana. I dove in with more movement and enthusiasm than I had before when I hadn't seen others doing that. Carla was noisy and she was very excited even before I had begun. It didn't take long to send her over the top. I just kept going though, figuring that we had all day. I heard a noise and I looked up to see Carla pulling Jimmy's hand over to her breast and saw her reaching for his dick and pulling it to her lips. I went back to my licking. I heard Jimmy blowing his nut, and it was very quick too. I stood up and brought my dick over to Carla's face, Jimmy stayed standing next to me, and then, he moved behind me and got down and started licking her pussy too. Apparently, he had somehow squared it with his prior qualms over eating a promiscuous slut, because he was diving right in. I slipped my dick in between her lips and let her suck me to a good cum. I lasted longer than Jimmy, but not that much longer. When I was finished and had pulled away, Jimmy mounted her and started fucking her like a wild man. She had a little of my cum on her cheek, and I had a small laugh when I saw Jimmy starting in attacking her mouth, he was Frenching her like he wanted to get at her tonsils. Who was the sick fuck now? I waited for Jimmy to get finished. He was lasting a pretty long time. I was getting impressed with him. Carla was impressed as well, especially when she started cumming, and she was beating on his back with her hands, and spurring him on with her heels that had locked behind his thighs. She was grinding him to her after he finally got his nut. I stood there watching the two of them. "If you want me to fuck you Carla, it will have to be in Walter's bedroom. If not, you can leave. I don't want to do anymore in the living room because it already needs a good airing and some freshener." She looked at me as Jimmy climbed up off of her. Her pussy was oozing Jimmy's cum and her juices. She stood up, and, without pausing, started walking to the staircase and headed up the stairs. I followed behind her, and Jimmy trailed behind me. For the next three hours, Jimmy and I took turns doing all sorts of nasty things with her. I fucked her with a cucumber, and Jimmy fucked her with his big toe. Carla loved it all. I got my pictures, with the cucumber buried deep, fucking Jimmy's toe, Jimmy's and my dick both in her mouth at the same time. She even looked at the pictures after I had them exposed. It was Jimmy and I that first surrendered. Carla had finished up by having me fuck her in her ass while Jimmy was fucking her cunt. That was weird, but still enjoyable. "That's it Carla. Time for you to leave. We're done now. I won't ask you to do anything like this again, and Walter won't hear anything bad from me." She got up from Walter's bed and went out into the hallway to the bathroom that Walter and I had shared for so long. I heard the shower start up and I went in the bathroom and wet a wash cloth and cleaned any spooge that I found on Walter's bedspread. I opened his window too, because his room really reeked of the smell of sex. I went downstairs to find Jimmy already dressed and looking sheepish. He was already starting in with his guilt over having cheated on Brenda. It was this guilt that caused him to suddenly break it off with her. He told her that he was just too busy to have a girlfriend, never giving her his real reasons, or an honest explanation for doing so. Jimmy started avoiding me quite a bit after that. We still got together sometimes, but it wasn't like it had been. He must have been really uncomfortable about me tempting him to stray, and blamed me for his break up with Brenda. We ceased being best friends, and then, over time, stopped being friends at all. I felt bad at first, and then I started being pissed at Jimmy. It wasn't like I had forced him to fuck Carla. It was after he met Marie, the girl he later married, that I got my revenge for his shitting all over our close friendship. She was a very nice girl. She was a good Catholic girl, and was a virgin until Jimmy finally managed to get into her pants. I ran into her at a party right after Jimmy went off to college. She was missing Jimmy a lot, and when I told her how close Jimmy and I had been as kids, and then spent several hours telling her a lot of cute stories about things that Jimmy and I had done together, she just ate it up. I was feeding her beers the whole time that I was talking to her, and, after the party, when I told her that I could give her a ride home, she accepted. I took her home because she had already told me that she was all alone for the weekend. Her parents had gone visiting another relative somewhere for the whole weekend. Jimmy had already been gone for a month, and Marie was really missing him. She was emotionally vulnerable and more than a little bit drunk as well. I think that she was probably confused when I first started coming on to her, but I'm sure that she knew what I was doing when I finally managed to slide a finger up into her. Once I got her going, I didn't have any problems with the token resistance that she put up. She was a lot like Jimmy though, once I'd finished with her. I left her sobbing there on her parent's couch, her panties half ripped off of her, with my cum dripping down her thigh. I wished then that I had brought the parent's Polaroid, because I'd have loved to have taken a picture of her then and mailed it off to Jimmy. When the two of them got married, I didn't get an invitation to their wedding. I was going to send them a present, but I didn't want to seem too much like I was trying to buy their affections. It was a week after that little session with Jimmy and I before Carla spoke to me again. It was a Monday at school, and she came over to me while I was in the cafeteria. She started out asking me whether I'd heard anything from Walter, saying that he wasn't writing or phoning her anymore. I told her that I hadn't heard anything new about him, and that I thought he had called the parents on Friday like he usually did. I assured her that I hadn't said anything, to Walter, or to anyone else about our Saturday activities. That night she called me, and we talked about how hard it was to maintain the long distance relationship. "I know you miss Walter, Carla. He'll be back for a week in April, and that's only a couple more months. You can wait that long, I'm sure." "Do you think Walter's waiting?" "No, I'm pretty sure he's not. Walter isn't the type to go without. Besides, Walter's a good looking guy, and you know the girls practically throw themselves at him." "You aren't cheering me up Barry." "I'm sorry Carla. What would you like me to tell you? Walter's probably holed up in his room right now, thinking about you and jacking off while he reads his Chemistry text." "No, I'm sure he isn't doing that, I just called him before I called you. He isn't in his room. No one's seen him in the dorm since Friday night. He must have another girlfriend. I don't know what I'll do if he dumps me again." "Carla, I don't even know why you bother worrying about this stuff. It isn't like you can do anything to change the way things are going to turn out. If Walter comes home and he still wants to see you, just go with it and enjoy that time. When he leaves, have a life. Don't sit around being all desperate and needy. Guys like Walter don't respond well to any weaknesses. Believe me about that." "I don't know what to do." "Tomorrow, after school, Audrey and I are going to go over to her house and listen to some music and fool around. If you want to, you can come too. You can sit and listen to music and watch us making out." "Why would I want to sit and watch you guys?" "It's up to you Carla. I already told you that Audrey likes to lick my cum out of other girls pussies. I bet you'd feel better about things if you had me fuck some cum into you so that Audrey could lick it back out." "She actually likes doing that?" "She loves it. I bet you'd love her doing it too. She eats that pussy a lot better than I do." "Maybe I will go with you, just to watch you two. I probably won't do anything though." "Whatever you're comfortable with Carla. It will be good for you to get out for a change." ------- Chapter 9 I picked up Audrey to take her to school. She seemed a little bit miffed when I refused to fool around with her before leaving her house and driving the two of us to school. She was telling me during the drive over that she had been looking forward to getting a good fucking before school and she was a little mad that I had refused her. "That girl called me last night and she really wants to do some stuff with us. Mostly with you I think. She's probably just using me in order to get access to your sweet pussy." I could feel Audrey reacting to the idea of what I'd just told her. She was definitely interested. I had noticed that she had been quite taken with Dana's attentions, and she definitely liked having two girls to play with at the same time. "She will probably try to get me to fuck her just so that you will eat her out later. Maybe I should fuck you though and let her eat you out instead. I'm pretty sure that she's never munched on carpet before. Would you prefer to have her do you, or would you rather do her?" "I don't know, Barry. What do you think?" She said it in a way that made me understand that she wanted me to take charge and make her do things. It was just better if she was ordered to do things that were slutty. She really got off on it, and the nastier I made it, the better it was for her. "I fucked her ass once, with Jimmy fucking her pussy at the same time. She liked that a lot. I'm thinking about making you do that with me and another friend of mine. I bet this girl would like to watch somebody else getting fucked the same way." She was squirming around on the truck seat. I could tell that she was very interested in the direction that I was taking things. "Do you have any ass lube at your house? KY Jelly or petroleum jelly?" "You'd really make me do that with another guy and you?" "Why is it that you always ask me questions like that? You know as well as I do that you'd probably cum even before the two of us got our dicks in you. You're a nasty slut and you live for things like that. How about if I get another guy and make you suck him while the other guy and I are fucking you?" I knew that that would take her over the top, but I grabbed a nipple and gave it a twist just to make it better for her. She tried to hide it from me, but I knew that she had cum. "You really are a slut Sasquatch, you know that? You just had a big cum from thinking about being used by three guys at once. What am I going to do with you?" We got to the school parking lot and I had her come around to my side and suck my cock with my door wide open and people moving around not fifty feet from where she was. If anyone had come closer, they couldn't have helped seeing what she was doing. I started making lots of noise when I started getting near to shooting off, and that just made her work harder at what she was doing. When she had swallowed every drop and had cleaned me off and tucked it away, she lifted her face and I could see how red it was. That was the most public blow job that I'd ever gotten. "Did anybody see us?" "Two guys stopped as they were walking past and they watched you for a few seconds. One of them definitely got a hard on after he recognized you. I'm thinking about asking both of them if they want to follow us home after school today." Audrey didn't say anything, but as we walked together to the school, she was squeezing me close to her, and I had little doubt that she was ready for just about anything I might want to put her through. I saw Carla between third and fourth periods. She asked me if I was still going over to my girlfriend's house after school let out. I smiled and told her about the blow job in the parking lot and how Audrey had gotten so excited after I had told her that we'd have an audience. "You just wanted to watch us and listen to music right? I already told Audrey about the things that Jimmy and I did to you. She wants me to show her the pictures that we took. She was especially interested when I mentioned the double fuck. She might want to ask you some questions about that." "You told her about Saturday?" "Sure. I told you that I'd never cheat on her. If I didn't tell her, that would be cheating. She was envious of you. I don't think she's ever done what we did. I've seen her eating two other girls at the same time while I was fucking all of them, but I don't think she's had two or three guys at the same time." "What if she tells somebody about me?" "Why would she Carla? She's every bit as big a slut as you are. There isn't anything that you'd do that I couldn't make her do too. She'd lick cum out of your ass if I put it in there and told her to lick it out. So, are you coming over after school or not?" "I can just watch if that's all I want, right?" She was already flushed and showing signs of sexual excitement. "Can I at least finger fuck you for a little bit? It turns Audrey on to watch me do that with other sluts." "Are you sure that she doesn't mind?" I already knew that I had her, and so did she. I moved in closer to her and checked to make sure that no one else was in the hallway. I reached my hand under her dress and put a finger under her panties. As I had thought, she was wet already. I put a finger in her and started stroking it up inside her. She did nothing to prevent anything. "I meant right now Carla. Out here in the hall where everyone coming by can see us. You don't care anyway, do you? You just need some attention for that big, slutty pussy of yours. We'll see you out in back of the student parking as soon as school lets out. Don't be late or we'll leave without you." As I pulled out, I flicked her clitty several times. I left her in the hall and hurried to my next class. I missed the late bell, but it was worth it. I could smell her pussy on my finger until school let out. At least a couple of other people recognized the smell to, and I got a couple of funny looks from girls who sat down close to me. One girl gave me a real dirty look until I put my finger in my mouth and licked it a few times. She made it a point not to look my way for the rest of the class. I met Audrey by the front door, and I slowed her down enough to make sure that Carla had all the time she needed to be by the truck if she wanted to be there. As soon as I saw her car parked next to my truck, I told Audrey that the girl was waiting for us. I told her that the two boys I'd asked had both been committed to other projects after school, but that they had begged for rain checks. She looked up at me, trying to find out if I was serious I think. When we got to the truck, I told Audrey to go over and introduce herself to Carla and to ride with her to the house. "I can't do that Barry. I don't even know her." "Open your mouth." She opened it. I put my finger in it. "That's her pussy that you're tasting. Is that enough of an introduction Sasquatch? Get your ass over there and do what I told you to." She was sucking hungrily on my finger until I pulled it away from her mouth. Carla had been watching the whole thing, including how Audrey had been sucking on my finger. I'm pretty sure that she knew that it was the one I'd shoved into her pussy earlier. Audrey went over and knocked on the passenger side window. I got in my truck and drove over to Audrey's house. I waited outside for ten minutes before the two of them pulled into the driveway. I got out of my truck and approached the two of them. "Tell me what took you two so long Sasquatch, and don't even try to lie to me." Audrey looked down nervously. "Can we go inside first, in case you get mad?" "I'm already mad slut! Tell me out here, right now, or else I'm leaving." "She let me do her with my finger until she came, and then she did me. Don't be mad Barry. We were just horny. We'll make it up to you inside." "Is that right Carla? Did you use my slut without first getting my permission?" "You don't own her Barry. I didn't do anything wrong." "Did you lick your fingers after you got done fingering her? She tastes good, doesn't she?" Carla was flustered, and her face was red with her embarrassment. I told the two of them to go inside so we could sit down, and I could decide on a fitting punishment for the two of them. I followed them inside and pointed them both over to the couch. "You two sluts get undressed and sit on the couch. I don't know whether to beat your asses or fuck them, and make each of you lick out my cum from the other one." Audrey looked up and showed her willingness, but Carla kept her head down after I said that. "You don't like that idea Carla? You finger my slut's pussy to orgasm, and you don't think I should be compensated? I thought I told you two bitches to get naked!" Audrey got out of her clothes right away, but Carla hesitated until I told her that I was tired of waiting on her to make up her mind. After looking over at Audrey sitting there naked and happy to be naked, Carla started getting out of her dress and underwear too. When she was naked, she sat back down with her hands over her breasts and her legs tightly closed. I went over to Audrey and pulled my cock out right in front of her. She opened her mouth and I slammed it home. I grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth roughly for a few seconds before pulling it back out. Audrey looked like she had enjoyed me doing it like that to her. I turned to Carla, and she already had her mouth opened wide. I gave her the same treatment that I'd given Audrey and got a similar response. "Audrey, lick Carla's pussy for me until she cums." Carla laid herself back and opened her legs wide. She was all done with playing coy. As soon as Audrey got going, I leaned over the couch and put the head of my dick on her lips. She wasted no time lifting up and swallowing the first four inches of it. It was a more energetic blow job than what she'd given me when Jimmy was eating her. She was putting a lot more effort into this one. When she came, she kept right on with her sucking pressure, but I knew she was cumming because there was a vibration from her tongue as she moaned. "Audrey, stop now, I want to fuck this slut. You can sit on her face and hold her down for me." Audrey waited until my cock was sliding in and out of Carla before she sat down on her head. She waited for awhile and then she lifted up so that I could see how busy and active Carla's tongue had gotten. Audrey started to cum then, and so did I. I dumped a good load in Carla's loose pussy, and then I backed away from them and let them get into a sixty nine position. I watched the two of them for the next forty minutes. Both of them had cum several times by then, and the house smelled really ripe. I was hoping that Audrey's mom would get home and see what they'd been up to, but she didn't. After the two of them gave it up and Audrey rolled off of Carla, I asked Audrey what time she was expecting her mom home. She just looked at me vapidly until I told her it was after five. "She'll be here any minute! We've got to do something." "Maybe you should get dressed and then open a few windows." I went into the bathroom and washed up some, and then went outside to head off Audrey's mother if she showed up too soon. After another ten minutes, I went inside again. The two girls had used air freshener and straightened the couch out. There were a couple of noticeable water stains on the cushions. I suggested that they turn the cushions over, but the other side of one cushion had an old cum stain from an earlier occasion. We turned it back over again and Audrey set her book bag on it. I kissed both girls goodbye and went out to my truck. Carla followed me right out, but I knew that she and Audrey had shared a kiss or two also. "Barry, you won't tell anyone about this, right?" "Do you mean Walter, or just anyone at all?" "Anyone and Walter too. I don't know why I let you talk me into doing these things." "I think it has something to do with the fact that you are a nasty horny slut and you love doing all the things I make possible for you to do. Are you ready to go back to fucking multiple guys again, or do you want to do this some more?" "Right now, I can't think straight. I'll talk to you some more about things tomorrow." She got inside her car and started up her motor. I climbed up inside my truck and did the same. I went first, and she followed until we got out of the subdivision and she knew which way to go. ------- Chapter 10 That night I was sitting in my room trying to get the last few paragraphs of a book report that was due the following morning. With my social life so improved, I was finding it more difficult to get everything done on time. I wasn't complaining though, I was a lot happier with the new situation. I was happier, that is, until Walter called home unexpectedly with the news that he had been in a big fight at the University, had then been arrested by the campus police, turned over to the local police, and charged with aggravated assault. Of course, this news sent both of my parents into orbit. Normally, I would have been happy to see Walter in this kind of trouble. More than happy in fact. Unfortunately, my happiness was quickly tempered when I learned that he was already suspended by the University, and would probably end up being expelled. If he were expelled, that meant that he'd come back to our house, at least for some period of time. That would also mean that I'd have to deal with him again, watching out at all times for fear of being either hurt or killed. The prospect wasn't very pleasant, not at all pleasant in fact. My father made some phone calls, and arrangements were made to pay Walter's bail in order to get him released from jail. Walter was instructed to get all of his things from the dormitory at school and to bring it all back home with him. We learned later, from Walter, that two campus policemen escorted him from the time that he got back to the University, until when he left, some three hours later. The man that Walter had been fighting with had suffered a fractured skull, and the doctors had needed to operate in order to reduce the swelling. He was still in critical condition, but not expected to die. Walter was in deep shit though, because he'd brained the guy with an aluminum softball bat in front of about thirty other people. My parents both seemed surprised that Walter was capable of doing something like that. I was just glad that it hadn't been me that got it from him this time. I was asleep when Walter got home, but he had parked his car right behind mine in the driveway, and there was no way that I could get out to go to school without someone moving Walter's car. My father finally went into Walter's bedroom and got his keys and moved his car for me. but I was still late picking up Audrey. Late enough that we barely had time to make it to school on time, let alone have any time for getting a blow job or getting some morning pussy. When I told Audrey what had happened, and why I'd been delayed, she wanted to meet Walter anyway. She also wanted to know whether Walter's being home was going to change Carla's plans for getting together with us after school again. Shit, another thing that might be going to cause me a lot of grief. With Walter home, my shenanigans with Carla might come back to bite me on the ass a lot sooner than I had ever imagined. Somewhere in my head, I had imagined that Walter and Carla's relationship would be finished long before Walter came home again in April. School really sucked all day. I spent almost every second trying to come up with a plan that would allow me to escape Walter's anger, in the event that he somehow found out about what I'd been doing in his absence. After school, I went home with Audrey, but, I wasn't able to get into the mood to do any fooling around. We wound up at her dining room table doing our homework and talking about the kind of person that Walter was. Audrey didn't believe me when I told her that Walter was capable of killing me if he found out what I'd been doing with Carla. She made the mistake of thinking that he'd only kill me because he cared so much for Carla. She refused to believe that it was only because he hated me, and really had nothing to do with Carla at all. I didn't go home until I was certain that both of my parents were in the house. I met Audrey's mom, in person, for the first time. She really looked young, and very sexy. If I hadn't been so worried about Walter, I might have tried to see if I could make some of Audrey's fantasies come true. Hell, some of my fantasies too, because she was very nice looking, a more lush version of Audrey. She asked me to call her Cindy. At dinner that night, both of my parents spent the whole time talking about how Walter had put his entire future into jeopardy by his stupid loss of temper. Even my sister Karen had stopped by to tell Walter how shameful it was for her, being the sister of someone who would probably be going to prison. She was worried that Walter's arrest might somehow hurt her husband's chances for promotion since he was a policeman right here in the town that we all lived in. Diana had phoned home earlier and had left a message with my parents about how disappointed she was with Walter's criminal behavior. I kept wondering why everyone acted so surprised. I kept quiet. I enjoyed seeing Walter getting lambasted from all sides, but I didn't want to add to it because I might already be on the schedule to be his next aluminum bat victim. My mother had phoned my oldest brother to tell him about Walter's problem, but he hadn't wanted to leave any word to be given to Walter about how he felt. Tony was probably the nicest of us five kids, and he never said anything bad about anyone. After dinner, Walter came into my room and asked me why I hadn't been adding to his woes. He made it obvious that he had expected me to be rejoicing at his misfortune. "Walter, you've got enough problems already. You don't really need me trying to give you a hard time." "I appreciate that Barry, it surprises me, but it's a pleasant surprise. I'm scared. I don't know what I thought I was doing. I thought I had better self control than that." "If you did, you must have gotten it since you went away to college." He looked at me, and then he laughed. It was one of the few times I'd seen him laugh when I wasn't feeling some pain that had been recently inflicted on me. It felt weird. "How did you get dad to spring for that nice truck? That's a really good looking vehicle. I might ask you to borrow it sometime if the folks ever let me go outside again." "I passed the "thank you daddy" test. You and Diana were the two who didn't pass it. Basically, dad would make all of us drive the worst car on the lot, and, if you complained too much, and weren't grateful to be getting a free car, that's the one you wound up with. If you were grateful just to get a car, he would let you have any car on the lot that you wanted." "Fuck me. Tell me that you're kidding me Barry. You mean I've been driving that shitty brown colored piece of crap all these years just because I didn't act happy enough to be getting it?" He was really upset by this for some reason. It had been four years since it had happened, and he was still upset. I wondered how long it was going to take him to get over what I had gotten Carla to do. "That's the way dad explained it to me. All I know is that he let me take my pick from the whole lot after I thanked him for the ugly green Oldsmobile that he was going to get for me. It makes you wonder doesn't it?" "What do you think about the mess that I'm in?" "I wish it hadn't happened Walter. You and I were getting along a lot better while you were gone. I hope we don't have to go back to how it was before." I don't know why I answered him that way. Once he found out about Carla, I was going to really get it any way. It was terrible timing that he'd waited until right after I started messing around with her. He'd never let it just slide by either. That's just the way he was. "Why don't you let me use the phone so I can call Carla and let her know that I'm back. Maybe I can get her to ditch tomorrow and come over here instead. Did you know that they grounded me until we find out about that guy? I can't leave the house until they tell me it's okay. That's the shits, isn't it?" I hadn't seen Carla in school all day. I had assumed that Walter had already seen her or at least spoken with her. I thought we had somehow navigated that first hurdle safely, but I guess not. I stood up and went back down the stairs. I wanted to be close by my father in case Walter got some news that sent him into a rage. I saw him leave my room about ten minutes later and then saw him come out of his room and head into the bathroom for awhile. When he came out again, he was wrapped in a towel and just went back into his bedroom and closed the door. I stayed downstairs until after ten and then went up and showered and went to bed. I found that I was just as tense going to bed as I had been before Walter left for college. I fell asleep finally, but I woke up before six, got dressed quickly, and left the house before six fifteen. I went to a drive thru and got myself a burger, some fries and a big milkshake. I drove over close to Audrey's house and had my breakfast while I waited for her mother to leave for work. I spent a few minutes talking to Audrey about how sexy her mother was, and about how I was planning on getting into her panties very soon. It took awhile, with me telling her little stories about what I thought might possibly happen between the three of us, but it certainly paid off and was worth all of my effort, as she was wild and exciting as she rode my dick on the sofa. I knew that Audrey was actually hoping that what I was whispering in her ear would someday actually happen. She was a strange girl, but in spite of her strangeness, I found her very satisfying. I wanted to please her. If that also wound up giving me enormous pleasure too, that made it even better. We got to school a little early, and Carla's car was parked right next to where I parked and she was sitting in it with a very worried look on her face. As soon as she saw my truck, she got out of her car and came over to my window which I had opened so that we could talk. "Walter's home." "I think I already knew that Carla. He sleeps right next to my bedroom." "He wanted me to ditch school today and go over to his house to be with him. I'm scared Barry. If he finds out about stuff, he might kill me." "Me too Carla. That's why it's important that he not find out. You've got to break up with him over the phone. Just tell him that it's over, and that when he didn't call you or return any of your letters, you just decided to move on. Don't tell him anything about what you've been doing, just tell him that you don't want to be with him anymore." "But Barry, I still love him." This girl had fucked at least four guys, including me and had an hour long hot sexual encounter with Audrey, and she was standing there telling me that she loved my brother. She was definitely the chink in my armor. She was going to get me killed. I had to think of something, and do it pretty fast too. "If you love him Carla, you'll do what I told you to. Walter's going to have to spend a lot of time dealing with the situation that he has up in Bloomington. After that all gets settled, if you still think you love him, I promise that I'll find a way to get the two of you together so that you can try to get him back. If you are broken up for awhile, Walter won't take your screwing around as badly as he would if you were still going with him when it happened. Sooner or later, word is going to get back to him. If you aren't together, it won't reflect so badly on him, and he won't be forced to do something about it." "That's fine for you Barry, but then I won't have anyone. Then what do I do?" "Carla, if you get horny, after awhile, you can call Walter and tell him that you don't want a relationship with him, but that you wouldn't mind getting laid. Believe me when I tell you that Walter will understand that kind of thinking. It might even bring you guys closer. If he asks you about other guys, just tell him that it isn't anyone's business but your own. Refuse to discuss it with him. But, you have to wait at least a month before you do that." "Can I go home with you and Audrey after school sometimes? Not all the time, but maybe once a week?" "We can probably work something out. It would be better if you went there with Audrey though, just in case Walter decides to follow you from here or something." "Walter said he might go to prison." "He might, he fractured some guy's skull. The guy might die. Walter isn't someone to have upset with you." "I'll phone Walter today after I get home from school, and tell him that I won't see him anymore. You just make sure that you don't ever tell him anything. You know what's funny though? Last night on the phone Walter was telling me that you had been surprisingly nice to him. The only one in the family who was too. I almost laughed when he said that." "Why would you laugh? I was nice to him. He's in a lot of trouble, and didn't need me adding to it. Just because we hate each other, that doesn't mean that I want him to lose everything because of what he did. When Walter treats me halfway decently, I return the favor." I meant that too. I had burned those pictures that I took with Jimmy, Carla and I. I might regret doing that later, I thought at the time, but I didn't want Walter finding them and getting that kind of shock right then. It also meant that he couldn't find them on his own and kill me. I swear though, that at least part of the reason that I did it was to protect him from seeing something like that right away, when he was already overcome with his other problems. I went over to Brenda's with Audrey after school, but we really didn't do too much. Brenda was on the rag and she wasn't much fun to hang around with. She did tell us some things about another girl that she was hanging out with. This girl liked being physically hurt and even had been branded by her last boyfriend. Brenda had told her about Richard, and the girl was pestering her to set something up between Richard and her. She told me the girl's name, but I didn't know her, at least not by name. Brenda and Audrey knew her though, and Audrey didn't like her. Audrey thought that Richard would be a good match for her. I drove Audrey home and we fooled around in my truck for a few minutes. Neither one of us was really in a mood for anything more than a few kisses and some light petting. Audrey's mom got home while we were sitting in the truck, but she just waved at us and went inside. "Your mom has a nice ass Sasquatch. It's even a little bigger than yours. You think she'd mind if I buried my dick in it?" "I'll ask her for you if you make me do it. I don't think that's the best way to get her though. I think you should wait until some night when she's sitting home drinking alone. She told me once that she loses all her inhibitions after she has a few drinks. She never drinks unless it's at home. She says she doesn't trust herself if she's out somewhere and starts drinking." "Do you think she'd like a cock in her ass if she'd had a few drinks?" "She might. We never talked about that. She did tell me that she liked giving blow jobs. I bet she'd give you a blow job if she had a few drinks and you asked her to." "Why don't you try to get her drinking early some night and then call me up and invite me over?" "I like giving you blow jobs too." "Don't worry baby. I bet if you and your mom had a blow job contest on me, you'd win it." "That would be neat Barry. I've never won a contest before, not for anything. Would I get a prize, or a trophy or something?" "Audrey, if you win, I'd give you an all expense paid trip to the movies, and let you pick out what movie we'd watch." "What if my mom wins?" "She would get herself a nice ass fuck, and you'd get to suck out my cum from there, as the second place finisher." "I think she'd have to drink a lot before she'd let us do all of that. I'd do it though, if you made me, but not on my own." "I would make you Sasquatch, you can count on that. I'd even force your face down to her asshole, and hold you there until you got every drop out of her nasty shit hole." I could feel that Audrey was getting turned on by this fantasy. By now, I was sure that she had a big thing for her mom. Some of what she had told me about her mother's abusive relationship with her father had led me to think that Cindy might not be that much different than Audrey was. I made Audrey suck my cock in my truck, parked right in her driveway. When she was just getting started I told her that it was possible that her mother might come out to see why she wasn't coming in to work on her homework, or to help with getting dinner ready. I ordered her not to stop sucking my cock, no matter what happened. I knew that this would make it better for her, and it did. I pulled out of her mouth as soon as I started to cum and shot a small string on each of her cheeks, both sides were pasted with it. I let her suck out the rest and swallow it. After she put my cock away, all nice and clean, I told her to walk in the house with my cum marking her, and to walk straight back to her bedroom. I told her not to wash her face or rub any of my cum off of her cheeks for at least fifteen minutes. I told her that I'd be phoning her to see what her mom had said, and to find out whether she had obeyed my order or not. Her face was burning red when I let her go inside, but she still looked happy somehow too. "Hello?" "Audrey?" "No, wrong again Barry, this is Cindy. Hold on a sec and I'll get her for you." "Hi, Barry?" "The one and only baby. How's everything going?" "I was studying in my bedroom when you called." "Did you do exactly what I told you to do?" "I couldn't Barry. My mom was waiting for me when I opened up the door. She looked right at my face so I had to rub it in and tell her it was zit cream. I think she guessed what it really was though. She looked at me really funny when I told her that you'd given it to me from your tube. I've never been more embarrassed Barry. You have no idea." "As your punishment for disobeying me Sasquatch, you have to go in to your mother right now, and tell her that you lied to her about what that was on your face. Tell her what it really was, and then tell her that I said she has to come to the phone to let me know that you finally told her the truth. I won't forgive your disobedience until the both of you do what I just told you to do. Make sure she understands that Sasquatch. Put the phone down now and do what I told you to." I heard her drop the phone, and I also heard her crying. She didn't hang up the receiver though. I waited patiently. "Barry? This is Cindy Draper again. I can't believe that you're treating Audrey this way, and I'm sure that I don't like you doing it. She told me that it was your semen on her face earlier. Why would you think it necessary that she tell me that?" "Cindy, I'm really sorry, but I just didn't want her to think that lying to you was an all right thing to do. I know that you and Audrey have always been close. When she told me that you had seen her face, I felt fairly sure that you'd have recognized what it was that she had dripping off of her cheeks. I didn't want you to be troubled by knowing that she had lied to you." "Sometimes Barry, there should be secrets that a girl and her mother don't share. This is probably one of those times. I don't understand yet why you felt this was necessary." "She disobeyed me Cindy. I told her to not wipe it off or rub it in for fifteen minutes. She knew what I wanted her to do, but she disobeyed me. Do you think that she should do that? You wouldn't disobey me if I told you to do something would you?" "This is not a conversation I want to be having with a sixteen year old boy Barry. I'm sure that Audrey wanted to obey you. It's my fault for being right at the door when she walked into the house." "I think that you're right Cindy. Some of the blame does fall on you. It would make it easier for me to forgive Audrey if I knew that you were sorry too for helping to cause this rift between us." "I'm sorry then for helping to cause this problem. Is that enough Barry, are you satisfied now?" "No, Cindy, I really don't think I am. Your attitude troubles me. I'm wondering if I shouldn't come over to your house and give that big ass of yours a few paddles just to make sure that you've learned your lesson." "If you do that Barry, I'll call the police and have you arrested." "Put Audrey on the phone Cindy, I'm through speaking to you." There was a pause of about fifteen seconds before Audrey came back on the line." "Barry, I did what you told me. Don't be mad at me anymore, please." "I'm not mad at you anymore Audrey. It's your mother that has me pissed off now. I offered to drop this whole thing if she'd let me give her a couple swats on her ass for helping to cause this trouble, but she refused to do it." "Barry! You can't spank my mom. Did you really tell her that?" "I did, and I meant it. I'm through with you too, unless she agrees to let me do it. She even admitted that she caused the problem, but she refuses to do her part to get it resolved. She isn't much of a mother if you ask me." "Barry, you don't mean that. It isn't my fault! Don't leave me because of what she said. I'll make it up I swear. You can spank me as much as you want to. Hit me too if you want. Please Barry, I love you." "I love you too Audrey. You're the best slut I've ever met. It's your mother that's fucking everything up by being selfish. My mother would be willing to take a couple swats on her ass anytime, if she knew that it was to help me out in the same kind of situation. I guess you're mother thinks she's too good to be punished. Look, I'm upset right now because it really hurts me to lose you. I can't talk anymore. Goodbye." I sure hoped that my instincts were right about Cindy. If not, I'd just made a fuck up that was monumental in it's scope. If I was right though, I knew that the rewards would be worth almost any risk. I had a really stiff bone just from imagining myself laying in bed with a set of mother daughter sluts. Everything depended on whether Cindy would cave in to my demand. Walter came into my bedroom right after I hung up the phone on Audrey to tell me that Carla had bailed out on him too. He told me all that she'd said to him, and then, as if her breaking up with him wasn't that important anyway, he started talking about all of the great pussy that he'd scored up at IU. He had to drive back up to Bloomington for an arraignment or something in two days, and he asked me if I'd consider letting him borrow my truck for the trip. He told me that he wasn't that comfortable that his own car would be able to make the round trip. I thought about it for a minute, but I had to turn him down in the end. "It was worth a shot man. I know I could get some nice pussy in that little truck. You will let me take it out for a spin one of these days though?" "Walter, I'd let you take it on a date, once, but you've got to promise to treat it better than you would your own car." "Barry I promise. I don't know when they are going to let me out from this house arrest thing that they're doing though." "Walter, why did you hit the guy with that bat? As big as you are, couldn't you have just punched him out or kicked him?" "I was afraid, that's the truth. He was my size, but he was on steroids or something. I'd seen him do things in the weight room that I couldn't do. I guess you could say I just panicked. I hope I didn't really fuck up my life as bad as most people think I did." "I hope you didn't either. We may not always get along, or never get along, but I'd hate to see one bad decision ruin your whole life." "Damn bro, you are just full of surprises aren't you. Of everyone I knew, you were the one that I thought would be the happiest about the shit that I got myself into." "Don't let it go to your head Walter. I'm still mad about some of the shit you did to me." "I'm mad at your shit too, but I like the way we're doing things now better. I've got too much in front of me to want to have to watch my back and sides too." "I'm willing to call a truce at least until you get this big problem settled." "Deal! I mean it too. This means a lot to me because I don't have a lot that's going good for me right now." "Walter, you remember that chick Dana that you used to date?" "Dana the lezzie? Yeah, I took her out a couple of times just to see if I could maybe convert her to guys. It was a project of mine, but it didn't work out. What about her?" "I fucked her last week." "Bullshit." "Would you believe me if I brought her over here sometime and made her fuck you too?" "If you can do that Barry, I'd not only believe you, I'd bow down in homage to your greatness, and carve graven idols in your image." "Remember that you just said that." ------- Chapter 11 I had the beginnings of an idea germinating in my brain. I left early the following morning to get to school before the early first bell that rang forty five minutes before first period began. People often came to school early to use the library or some of the labs. Some just came early to sit in the cafeteria and talk to other kids. I was going in that early in order to look for Kiki Elder. I assumed that it would take Audrey some time to talk Cindy into cooperating and accepting the ass paddling that I soon hoped to give her. I could use the time while I was waiting to try to get into Kiki's pants. I knew that she had a thing for Walter, and that she wasn't reluctant to put out as a way to get taken to places. I found her cute, and I wanted her. She found Walter cute, and she wanted him. I found her reading in the library. "Kiki, imagine finding you in a library. I've been sitting by my phone waiting for you to call me." "Barry, now you know my darkest secret. I can read. Why was I supposed to call you?" "When you were ready for one of my thorough ass chewing's, remember?" "I do remember. I've thought about it, but something else always comes up." She laughed and rubbed her butt that was encased in the tightest pair of black jeans I'd ever seen. She must have taken ten minutes to wiggle into them. "You're busy, and so I languish at home with no ass to chew? Doesn't seem fair to me." "Why are you here so early? I have to come early, or else walk two miles to school, but I've seen that new truck of yours. By the way, where's that girlfriend of yours? She usually doesn't let you this far out of her sight." Interesting, I thought, Kiki was paying some attention to my comings and goings. If she knew about Audrey and my Toyota, she had to have been paying some attention to me. "You should never have to walk to school Kiki. I'd be happy to stop by and pick you up to bring you to school. You could sit on Audrey's lap. You'd have to be careful though, because she likes nice titties every bit as much as I do." "Does she bite asses too?" "She does if I make her do it. Don't tell me that you're looking for a double ass chewing? If you are, I can accommodate you." "I never knew that you were such a freak Barry. I'll have to think about that, and about the ride too. You'd really give me a ride to school? Why?" "Sure I would. Why? Do you want me to tell you the truth? Or would you rather I just make up something?" "Tell me the truth." "Okay. Ever since that time I heard you and Walter in his bedroom, and I heard you screaming when he made you cum, I've wanted to see if I could make you scream even louder. I also think you've got the cutest titties, and I want to chew on them even before I get to chew on your ass." "It wouldn't take you long to chew on these little bumps." "Don't kid yourself Kiki, size isn't everything. I find your boobies very exciting." "If you offered me a ride to school and I had to sit on Walter's lap, I would let you chew my ass and anything else you wanted to chew." That wasn't very flattering to me. On the other hand, I had been thinking of something not too much different, earlier, myself. "You'd prefer Walter to my girlfriend?" "Barry, I don't do girls." "You never have?" "Never! What do you think I am?" "I don't know what I thought Kiki. I guess I thought you were a cute girl that enjoyed sex. It never occurred to me that you hadn't enjoyed fooling around with another girl. You don't know what you've been missing. No guy can hope to eat pussy as good as another girl. I've seen it, and I know that it's true. Would you let Audrey and I do you together if I could get you an afternoon in Walter's bed with Walter?" I could see her eyes showing interest when I mentioned Walter to her again. He must have pressed all of the right buttons with her. "How could you do that Barry? Promise me an afternoon in bed with Walter I mean." "Would you or wouldn't you? I'm not telling you how, I'm just promising that I can arrange it for you." "Would I have to do anything to her? I don't think I could Barry. I could do lots of things though with you." "All you'd have to do is come over to her place and the three of us would have a good time. If you let her do things to you and let me do what I want to do with you, that would be enough." "And you can really get me an afternoon with Walter?" "I can get you a morning and part of an afternoon, but you'd have to leave before four." "When would this happen?" "After you do what I want. I'll set it up within two weeks, I promise. Walter would be happy to do it for me." "I thought you told me that you two hated each other." "We did, and we might again, but right now we have a truce and he owes me a big favor." "I don't like being tricked Barry. I know some guys that owe me favors too. Big guys, who will kick your ass if I tell them to. Do you still want to make that deal?" "Kiki, I'd never trick you. You do what I want, and I guarantee to deliver Walter into your waiting arms." "Well, I do need a really thorough ass chewing anyway. When do you want to do this?" "I need to set up a few things first Kiki. How about Tuesday of next week, after school?" "What about those rides to school?" "I'll pick you up at seven thirty, in front of your house tomorrow. Be ready okay?" "I'll see you then Barry. Give Walter my best, and tell him that I'm looking forward to seeing him real soon." I left the library and went over to get the things I'd need from first period from my school locker. Audrey was standing right next to it with such a sad expression on her face. I walked up to her and worked the combination on my locker without speaking a word to her. "Barry, you aren't being fair. My mom says there's no way that she'll let you spank her. She says that you have to pick a different punishment for her. She doesn't like being hit." Audrey was pleading with me to understand about her mom not wanting to be spanked. She wasn't objecting to being punished though. "What punishment would she accept?" "I don't know Barry. She feels bad that she's upset you, and even worse that she made you break up with me. I made her cry when I yelled at her last night. She wants you to come over this afternoon and then stay for dinner so that we can work everything out. Mom gets upset when people that she cares about are mad at her. I should have told you that she doesn't like being hit Barry. My grandfather and my dad used to both hit her. They did other stuff too, but it was the hitting that she hated." "If I do go over to your house Audrey, I'm not promising that I'll take you back again. That is going to depend on what your mother does to make it up to me and what she accepts as fair punishment. I really missed you though. I hardly slept at all last night thinking about how sad I was over having to give you up because of your mother." "You've got to take me back Barry. You're the only boy who ever understood me. I talked to my mom about how you always make me do things that I really want to do, but can't do by myself. She understands better now about why you put your mark on my cheeks for her to see. At first she thought you were just being mean to me, and that's why she was mad at you." "Maybe I ought to cum on her cheeks right in front of you as her punishment. Make her wear my cum around the house for all of the time that you didn't just because of her." "She might let you do that Barry. I know she feels bad now. I think that would be fair if she did that. Would you take me back if she does that?" "I'm pretty sure that I would Sasquatch. She'd have to volunteer to let me do that to her though. I'm done asking her to do things myself. You'd have to talk her into it because I'm still too mad about the last time." "I'll call her at work Barry. I'm sure that she'll do that for me. She really feels bad. I'll call her right after first period, and let you know after third period." I kissed Audrey in the hallway, showing her that I appreciated her, and that I had confidence in her ability to talk her mom into doing what we'd agreed on. I put her hand down on my crotch and made her leave it there for a few minutes. People came and went past us, and she was getting very embarrassed all of that time. I knew she was enjoying herself. We parted company and went to our respective first period classes. I was feeling good about my morning so far. I needed to see Dana and work something out with her, but I didn't think that she would present much of a challenge. I figured that if I dangled Carla's and Audrey's pussies in front of her, that she'd be willing to give Walter some pussy as the price of admission. I just hoped that she'd keep her mouth shut around Walter about Carla's participation. ------- Chapter 12 I found Dana walking between classes right before lunch period for me. Her lunch period came right after mine did. She didn't seem comfortable to be speaking with me, but she did stop at least, to see what it was I needed. "Dana, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to avoid me." "What do you want Barry? I'm going to be late for class." "You know Carla Rizzo don't you?" "I know who she is, why?" "Audrey and I are having her come over to Audrey's house for some fun next week sometime. Audrey thought you might enjoy it too." "Do you mean the same as when we were at Brenda's that time?" "Brenda won't be there, but there will be me and the two girls. You could have them both." Dana seemed to have lost interest in whether she'd be late for her next class or not. "So, what's the catch? I'd have to let you do it to me again, right?" "Actually, my brother Walter is home from school for a few days, and he was telling me that he'd always wanted to do it with you. If you go over to my house after school and do it with him once, you wouldn't have to do anything at all with me. I can guarantee you that Audrey and Carla would show you a real good time afterwards. You can't say anything to Walter about why you decided to give him some though. Carla used to be his girlfriend, and it would be better if he didn't find out that she likes making it with girls too." "This is all getting too complicated Barry. Besides, how do I know that you'd even keep your word after I did Walter?" "Why wouldn't I Dana? I enjoy watching girls doing other girls. You really know how to eat pussy too. After watching you do it that one time, I bet my skills have improved at least one hundred per cent. I mean it too. You're good. Audrey says that you do it better than anyone she's ever known. I bet you've never tasted a sweeter pussy than Audrey's too. Carla's is built more like Brenda's, a tad on the big side. She is new to girls. Only Audrey has had her so far." "Let me think about it okay? I've got to go now." She turned away and started running towards her next class. I walked into the lunchroom. I hadn't had a chance to speak with Audrey during third period. Mrs. Glaxon had popped a surprise quiz on us that took the whole period. I had to run to make it to gym class on the other side of the school, so I told her that we'd talk at lunch. I spotted Audrey right away. She had already gotten her tray of food and I got into line and got my own. They were serving Sloppy Joe's, one of the few things that I liked from the school cafeteria. Because there was hardly anyone in line in front or behind me, I got the server to give me an extra large helping. They do that towards the end of lunch period, when they're sure that they won't run out. "Did you call your mom?" "Yes, I called her. She didn't want to talk about it at work because people might hear her. She said that she'd think about it and let me know her decision tonight. She didn't say no though. I think she'll do it Barry. I told her that you said that this was my last chance to make it up to you." "I asked Dana to do me a favor with Walter. If she says anything to you, or asks you any questions, you just tell her that you'll do whatever I tell you to. If she asks about Carla, tell her what the two of you have done together. Don't tell her anything else. Do you understand?" "I'm not dumb Barry. I'll tell her what you want if she asks. How come you're doing a favor for Walter? I mean, you're always saying how much you two don't get along and all." "He's stuck at home with nothing to do. I figured that getting him laid might make things less boring for him. I thought about lending you to him, but then I decided that Dana would be better for him. Of course, if anything goes wrong with the deal I'm setting up with Dana, you'd be back in the running to do him." "I don't even know him Barry. Besides, you wouldn't really let another guy do it with me anyway. You like me too much." "Sasquatch, before I'm finished with you, I'm going to be lending you out to all of my friends. That's one of the reasons that I do like you so much. You stop trying to figure out what I'm going to make you do, and just concentrate on doing what I tell you to. We'll both be happier if you can remember to do that. I already told Walter I'd get Dana to fuck him, and I told Dana she could have you and Carla for an afternoon as her reward. If I'd lend you to Dana, you can be sure that I'd lend you to my guy friends too. Hell, if Dana had a dick, she'd be a guy." "I don't want any other guys Barry, just you." "That doesn't matter, Sasquatch. It's what I want that matters. I want you to be my nasty slut, and to be that, you have to do what I want, not just what you want to do. Try to never forget that simple fact, okay?" "I'm sorry Barry. I trust you, and I'll do what you want me to do. Are you going to come home with me after school and wait for my mom?" "Fuck no! I'll drive you home and we'll fool around some, because I missed you and I'm horny. When I get done I'll leave. You can call me after you talk to your mom and let me know if she agreed to what I'm asking her to do. It would be better if I'm not there when your mom gets home. If she refuses, I don't need to go through another scene when I have to dump you again. It's just too painful for me." "That might be better Barry. That way if she hasn't decided to do it yet, I'll have a chance to convince her." "I've got to go to the rest room Audrey. Take my tray and dump everything for me all right? I'll see you in sixth period." I got up and left everything for her to dispose of. That Sloppy Joe's sauce always ran right through me, and I really had to take a dump. I made it to the rest room okay, but I had to wait for an open stall. I guess I wasn't the only one who had that reaction to the sauce. Audrey and I had a nice fuck on her mother's sofa. It was slow and loving, with her on top doing all of the work. I really liked that position best with her because we could kiss the whole time she was moving up and down on my dick. She was a great kisser, and she could do interesting things with her tongue. I tried to do the same things to her with mine, but hers was smaller and the tip was more pointed. Still, I really think that I learned a lot from kissing her, and I enjoyed every second of the learning experience. After we were done, and we were just staying in the same position afterwards, I told Audrey that I would probably make her lick the cum off of her mother's cheeks after her fifteen minutes was up. She just held on to me tighter and didn't speak. I finally had to tell her to get up off of me so that I could leave. I told her not to call me until she had gotten her mother to agree to let me cum on her cheeks and to leave my cum there for fifteen minutes. When I got home, Walter was down in the living room watching television. I was heading up to my room when he stopped me. "Barry, I'm leaving tonight to go up to Bloomington. I have to be in court tomorrow morning at nine. I'd sure appreciate it if you'd reconsider about loaning me your truck. I promise that I'll take care of it." I had already told him no once before. If I loaned him my truck then I would have to drive his car to school and everywhere else until he got back again. "When will you be getting back?" "Probably late tomorrow night. My lawyer says that the court thing should only take a few minutes, and then I'm supposed to go over to his office and be interviewed by him about what happened. He said that we'll go over all of my options then, and make a decision about how we'll proceed. I think he's trying to make a deal to get my charges reduced, so that I don't have to spend any time in jail. Let me borrow it Barry. I'll owe you one if you do." I really wanted to tell him no. In fact, when I opened my mouth that was what I planned on telling him. At the very last second, I made a decision that surprised me. I decided to put Walter's needs ahead of my own. It was stupid, but that's what I did. "All right Walter, you can borrow it. Try not to hurt it though okay? You can drive a manual transmission, right?" "I drove Carl Becker's GTO, probably thirty times Barry. I know how to drive a four speed, another gear can't be much different, right?" "Just be careful, and don't go speeding or getting into accidents. That truck is cherry, and there are no dings on it at all." I hadn't even finished telling him all the things to watch out for when he got up and ran upstairs to pack. Now that he had wheedled my truck from me, he decided to leave early to avoid the traffic he said. Ten minutes later, his duffel packed, Walter held out his hands for my truck keys. I handed them over reluctantly. "Thanks Barry. I'll take care with it. Tell the folks that I had to leave early because I wanted to have time to prepare for the lawyer's interview tomorrow. I need to write down exactly what I remember about my state of mind from before the fight happened. I just need to get the hell out of this house, but don't tell them that." With that, he was off. I went outside with him and watched him drive away in my truck. I wasn't happy watching him driving away. I had forgotten to ask him for his car keys, and the bastard drove off with them in his pocket. Now I had no transportation for myself, not even Walter's stinking car. Of course, at about six that evening, Audrey phoned to tell me that her mother had agreed to my demands. I told her to put her mother on the phone. "Hello?" "Is that you Cindy?" "Hello Barry. Yes, it's me. Audrey told me what you told her I had to do. You are a creepy person Barry, do you know that?" "I'm sorry that you feel that way Cindy. I thought that you should be humiliated like your daughter was because of your thoughtlessness. I can see that you aren't really ready to accept your responsibility for what you've caused. Put Audrey back on the phone." "Don't push me too far Barry. I'm not Audrey you know. I agreed to this ridiculous little display that you've thought up, but I'm going to change my mind if you keep pushing me." I hung up on her. She had one hell of a nerve saying that I was pushing her. She was doing the pushing, trying to make it look like I was the one who was in the wrong. I wasn't going to allow her to get away with that. If I did, the rest of my plans would never be realized. When the phone started ringing again, I let my mother answer it. As it turned out, that was a mistake. Audrey started right in explaining how it wasn't her fault, and talking about all of the things that she'd let me do to her if I would just forget about cumming on her mother's face. By the time she realized it wasn't me that had answered the telephone, she had said way too much. My mother was up in my bedroom within seconds of her having hung up the phone. I guess I was lucky that she thought that Audrey was a deranged person. In my mother's world, girls didn't talk about any of the things Audrey had mentioned as possible substitutes for her mother's letting me spunk up her cheeks. She wasn't even able to say most of the things that Audrey had blurted out so matter of factly. "Barry, do you know a girl named Audrey?" "Yes, mom, is she on the phone?" "What? No, she hung up. How do you know this girl?" The way she asked that question raised up all of my defensive antenna. Something had happened, and it wasn't good. "She's in a couple of my classes. She calls sometimes and I help her with homework, why?" "I just heard the most bizarre things from her on the phone. She just started saying things even before I could say hello. Not just things, crazy things. It didn't make any sense, anything that she said." "She has a thyroid condition, and she takes this new medication. Sometimes she has these weird reactions to the medication, and she gets confused about things. It happens in class sometimes, once she stood up and started talking about spacemen, and once she tried telling the class that she was on fire. Is that was she was saying, stuff like that?" "No, what she said wasn't about spacemen or being on fire. She was offering her uh, her favors to you in place of something that you wanted to do with her mother?" "I don't know mom. I just know her from school. I don't know her like that though. Did she leave a number? I think I better call her." "You'll do no such thing young man. One hedonist in this family is much more than we needed already. You stay away from that poor girl. I can't believe they allow her to attend school in her condition. She is a danger to herself and to others." "You're probably right mom. I was just worried about her, that's all." "You're a good boy Barry, and you've got a good heart. I'm afraid she needs the help of trained professionals though. You just stay away from her. Perhaps prayer would help her." As soon as I heard my mother go back downstairs, I called over to Audrey's house. Of course, my luck was holding bad, and Cindy answered the phone. "Put Audrey on the phone." "She's in her room crying. She said something about thinking that she was talking with you, but it turning out to be your mother?" "Yes, and now I'm in deep trouble because of it. Once again I'd have to say that you caused it too. Now my mother has forbidden me to see Audrey anymore." "Maybe that's for the best Barry. I don't think you've been a positive influence on her." "I never said I was going to stop seeing her Cindy. I said my mother says that I have to. Now, to punish you for this new thing, I'm going to have to do a lot more than cum on your cheeks Cindy." I could hear her gasp when I said that. "Do you have any suggestions about what would be enough to make this up to me Cindy?" "Barry, I don't want to play this game with you. I played it when I was younger, and it wasn't good for me." "You didn't like it? Or you thought the results were bad for you?" "I guess the results, the way I felt about myself after they made me do things." "But you liked doing them at the time?" "Not liked. Sometimes they excited me, but I never liked doing those things." "You know that Audrey's a slut, my slut?" "So it would appear." "I told her that I was going to fuck you in the ass and let her watch." "You lied to her then." "I don't think so Cindy. I think that you're hoping that I'll make you do things like your father and your husband used to make you do things. I think that you miss being treated that way." "That's not true Barry. I never liked those things." "Suppose I promise not to hurt you or hit you? Suppose I just make you do sex things without any of the physical abuse?" "Barry I have to go. Audrey needs me. I wish you'd stop putting her through all of this. Why can't you treat her nice?" "She doesn't respond to nice without the excitement of the other. I already tried that with her. She gets hotter when I say nasty things to her and tell her what I might make her do. I think that you're a lot like her Cindy. Maybe that's where she gets it from. Does it get you excited when I tell you that I'm going to cum on your face and stick my hard cock up your ass?" "No, it doesn't." "Does it get you excited knowing that Audrey wants to lick my cum out of your ass?" "She doesn't!" "Yes, she does. It gets her hot when I tell her that I'm going to make her do that to you. Ask her if you don't believe me. It gets me hot too Cindy. I can hardly wait to do it. You've got a nice big ass, I'm sure my cock is going to just love fucking it." "Please stop it! Don't you have any shame?" "I want you to think about what I've told you Cindy. We could do everything right at your house. I'd leave you alone outside of it. When are you going to get another chance to be bad without anyone else knowing how big a slut you really are? I bet you're already wondering how Audrey's tongue will feel when she's trying to get all of that cum out of your ass." "Don't do this. It isn't good for any of us." "Cindy, think about what I've told you. It's time for you to let your slutty side out again. You know that you want to. It's safe with me. I won't let anything bad happen to you or Audrey. It's a chance for you to do what you really want to do without having to sneak around to do it. You don't have to take chances, or feel used by someone who only wants to hurt you. I promise that I'll make you feel good. Just promise me that you'll think about it. For Audrey's sake." "I won't let you hurt Audrey or me Barry, I mean that." "I don't want to hurt you Cindy, Audrey either. I just want to use you, and make you into the nastiest sluts you can be." "Don't hurt us." "I promise." "Okay, bye." "Good night Cindy, dream about what I'm going to do with you two." I hung up the phone and then I went into my bathroom to take a shower. I don't think I had given my dick ten strokes before I came all over the shower curtain. It was a real pain getting everything off of it. I used Walter's wash cloth to get it all off with. I forgot to rinse it clean afterwards. I went to bed early, satisfied that I had done a good day's work. At three in the morning the Indiana State Police called our house to tell my parents about Walter's car wreck. He had been drunk, and had rolled my truck while trying to take a corner at more than eighty miles an hour, on some rural county road, forty miles from Bloomington. Walter had gotten banged up in the wreck, breaking an arm and really messing up one of his knees. The girl in the passenger seat had died, when she had been thrown from the truck. Neither of them had been wearing a seat belt. My parents and I were devastated. I had no idea whether my father's insurance would replace my truck or not. Fucking Walter had once again shit all over my attempt to help him out. I hoped that he was in a lot of pain. I think my father was surprised to see the tears in my eyes. I think he thought that they were for Walter, not because of him, and what he'd done to my truck. My parents drove up to the hospital where Walter was being treated. I stayed at home, not trusting myself to be in reach of Walter right then. I phoned Carla and told her about Walter wrecking my truck and killing that girl. She was really upset at the news, and didn't want to come over and fool around with me. I called Kiki Elder and told her what had happened too. I told her that we'd have to postpone our plans for her day with Walter, but told her that I was home alone if she wanted to come over and try me out. She gave some bullshit excuse and we didn't talk much longer after that. I called Audrey's house and told her what had happened. By then, I had figured out that people all expected me to be worried about Walter. I told her that I was staying close to home until word came in about his condition. I told her that I felt terrible about the dead girl too. I asked her whether she and her mother had gotten a chance to talk since I called back after she had spoken with my mom. "Barry, I'm so sorry about that. I guess I just assumed that you'd be the one to answer. I should have made sure first. What did your mother say?" "She told me that you sounded like a real keeper. She wants to meet your mother too." "Really?" "Fuck no! My mother's not some slut who goes around talking like you do. She thinks that you're crazy now. I had to tell her that you were on medications and that they sometimes made you hallucinate about things. You keep doing things to make it harder for me to be with you. I'm not sure why I keep bothering with you." "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." "Sasquatch, stop it right there, okay? I have enough already to worry about with Walter in the hospital, and my truck completely totaled out. I talked to your mother last night and we spoke about doing some of those things that you and I talk about sometimes. I told her about wanting to fuck her ass, and about how you wanted to lick my cum out of it." "Barry, you didn't really tell her that." "I sure did. I think she's as big a slut as you are. She's probably been lonely since your dad left. I wouldn't be a bit surprised if I start fucking the both of you as soon as I make sure that Walter's going to be okay. That would make you happy wouldn't it?" "I think you're just saying that like you usually do. You don't really mean it for real. Do you think she wants to do some things with you?" "I'm pretty sure that she wants to do some things with both of us. When I told her that you wanted to lick her ass, she sounded pretty interested." "You're just saying that. you didn't really tell her that." "Goddamn it Sasquatch. That's about the third time you called me a liar today. Go get your mother, I want to speak with her." "I'm sorry Barry. I wasn't calling you a liar. I was just trying to make sure that you weren't kidding me. That's all." "Go get your mother and bring her to the phone." "Hello?" "Hi Cindy. Something has come up here. Audrey can tell you about it. It's pretty bad, and it means I'm going to have to stay close to the house all week end. Did you dream about me last night?" "Why is Audrey crying?" "She said I was a liar three times, and it got me mad, so I yelled at her for it. So did you dream about me?" "I don't remember my dreams. I might have. What did she think that you were lying about?" "She didn't believe that I told you about her wanting to do things with you, or that I told you how much I wanted to fuck that big ass of yours." "I never said that you could." "You want me to though, don't you?" "I'm worried about Audrey. What would she think?" "She's the one who gave me the idea. She told me that you told her how much you like giving blow jobs. That's what made me think about putting my cum on your pretty face. You better just believe me when I tell you that Audrey can't wait to see me doing things with you. Her tongue is already hard just from thinking about it. So, are you thinking slutty thoughts right now?" "Yes, but I wish that I wasn't." "You can wish for anything you want to Cindy. I'm still going to fuck you any way that I want to. Audrey too. You're going to love it when I finally get my hands on you. Audrey's going to love it more than you and I will. Is your pussy wet?" "Yes." "Is it hungry for some attention?" "Yes." "Why don't you and Audrey drive over to my house, we can talk and straighten things out together?" "I'd feel safer over here Barry." I don't have my truck right now. My brother wrecked it last night. He's in the hospital." "Maybe now isn't a good time for you then." "You drive over here and get me, and then you can bring me back home after we all have our little talk." She didn't say anything, so I rattled off our address and some cross streets, and told her to be here in fifteen minutes. "Are you coming?" "It will take me some time to get ready. I can be there in forty five minutes. Will that be okay?" "Put Audrey on the phone now, and go get ready." "Hello?" "I'm going to make you eat her asshole before I fuck her now Sasquatch. Don't ever call me a liar again!" I hung up the phone and went upstairs to clean up and get myself ready. Fucking Walter kept making things difficult for me, but I still managed in spite of him anyway. ------- Chapter 13 I was waiting outside my front door, leaving it open in case the phone rang. I had been waiting about ten minutes when Cindy pulled into my driveway with her old Honda. I shut the front door to my house and checked to make sure that the door was locked before walking down and getting into the passenger side of Cindy's car. I could tell that Cindy was nervous by the way she was having her hands all fluttering around anxiously. She would touch the radio, and then adjust the rear view mirror. She was doing a lot of things, but looking at me wasn't one of them. "Hello Cindy." "Hello Barry. Listen, we have to set up some ground rules here before we do anything else. This is probably a very bad idea, and I can see problems already." "Shut up and drive the car Cindy. We'll talk about things like that after you've made it up to me for coming between Audrey and I, and having Audrey need to phone me, and then speak to my mother by accident. One thing at a time, that's the best way." "I just didn't want to have a big scene in front of Audrey, Barry. That wouldn't be good." "Cindy, why don't you just let things go, okay? I'll tell you what to do, and you'll do it. You know that this is the way that's best. Stop trying to be a decision maker. Now drive the damn car and let me think. I've got a lot on my mind right now, and you aren't helping me." Cindy shut up and drove us over to her house. When we got there, Audrey was outside waiting for us. She looked nervous too. Not just nervous with anticipation, which is what I expected from her. I walked past her into the house, knowing that both of them would follow. "Audrey sit on the sofa. Cindy, sit next to her. The two of you better get one thing straight here, and that's that I'm in charge. I decide what we'll do and won't do. Sasquatch, don't say a word, do you understand me?" She nodded that she understood. "I mean it. Just sit there until I tell you to do something." I walked over and stood right in front of Cindy. "Take my cock out Cindy, and make it hard for me." She looked over at Audrey, like she was waiting to get her approval or something. "You better not make me take it out Cindy. If you do that, you're just asking for it. Do what I told you to, now!" She reached up and pulled down my zipper and reached in and pulled my cock out. At her touch, I could feel it already starting to get hard. "Do you want to suck it or just jack it Cindy?" She looked down and didn't say anything to me. "Should she suck it or not Sasquatch?" Audrey looked up and I could see the excitement that was now in her eyes. "Make her suck it Barry." "Good answer baby. Okay Cindy, you heard her, go ahead and suck it." I felt her lips on my cock. I was watching Audrey as she looked at her mother sucking my dick. "Take off all of your clothes Audrey. Get naked for me baby." I watched her as she stood up and got undressed. When she was finished undressing, I motioned her back down on the sofa. "Cindy, let Audrey have a suck while you get undressed. I want to see both of my sluts sitting naked together." Cindy kept sucking on me. She gave good head, but I wanted her to get used to doing what I told her to. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and it made a sucking sound as I withdrew it. "Get undressed slut!" She looked at my cock like it was a big bone and she was a hungry dog, but she hurried out of her clothes. When she was done, I took it back out of Audrey's mouth and put it in front of Cindy. This time, she had to reach for it, and she did. "Cindy, get up on your hands and knees, but don't let my cock go out of your mouth." She did as she was told. "Sasquatch, you know what I told you that you had to do. Get to it." "Barry I can't. Don't make me, please." "I'm not going to stand here and argue with you Sasquatch. If you hadn't been bad, I'd have helped you, but you were, and now you have to pay for that. Either do it, or else I'm leaving, and I won't be coming back. You'll have to go back to being like you were, is that what you really want?" Audrey put both of her hands on her mother's big ass and then ran her sharp and pointed little tongue against the rosebud. I'm not sure who jumped more, Cindy or me. She let me know her appreciation by really going to work on my dick. Once she got started, Audrey took to it like a duck to water. If her tongue 'accidently' slipped down a little and got itself a little taste of Cindy's pussy, well, who was I to complain? This went on for the next five minutes, until I felt myself ready to blow a nut on her. "Here it comes Cindy. Let my dick go." She opened her mouth and I shot a huge glob on her cheek and on her ear, before turning her head and shooting some on her other cheek. "Leave it right where it is for fifteen minutes Cindy, then I'm going to have Audrey lick it all off of you." I looked down and watched as Audrey kept her tongue action going in her mother's ass and pussy. Right then, it was the pussy getting the most action. "Does that feel good Cindy? Do you like my nasty slut doing that to you?" She didn't say anything, but from her hurky jerky movements, I could tell that she liked it, and was about to cum. "Sasquatch, stop it!" Audrey lifted her face from between her mother's spread legs. She was in a state of lust, deeper than any I'd seen her in before. "Make her beg you for it Sasquatch, she wants it even more than you want to do it." "Please baby, I'm almost there. Just a little bit more, please?" I nodded to Audrey and she attacked her mother's pussy like it was See's candy and she was a fat lady. She looked as active as Dana had been on Audrey's pussy before. It didn't take too much before Cindy was groaning and thrashing around with a nice orgasm. "Lick my cum off your mother's face, baby. Make sure you get it all." I couldn't wait the whole fifteen minutes. Already my cock was coming back to life and I wanted to bury it in Cindy's pussy, and then her ass. I stood there watching as Audrey licked up every drop of my spunk. Cindy was out of it. I guess she was on some kind of overload of her senses. I waited until she was done, and then I pulled and prodded Cindy back into a doggy style position. Her pussy was nice, not as nice as Audrey's or Dana's, but better than Carla or Brenda's. I fucked her for about five minutes, waiting for my dick to get really hard. When it did get firmer, I slowed down and started to play with her rosebud, using one finger as I rubbed it back and forth. I put the finger in to the first knuckle and just stretched her asshole out. She must have liked it, because she was starting to respond to my fucking by slamming her big ass backwards every time I moved forward into her. I took my cock out of her pussy and put it right against her ass and pushed. It didn't go in at first, but I kept after it and soon I got the head of it to go inside of her. She was no stranger to ass fucking, because as soon as I had the head settled, I could feel her relaxing and starting to milk the head with her ass muscles. I just stayed right where I was, and marveled at the talent that Cindy was putting on display for me. It was like she was reverse shitting, as her muscles drew my cock up into her bowels. Five minutes had to have passed before I was fully seated in her ass. I really started slamming it into that big ass of hers after that, each time I slammed it home, I could feel her ass cheeks moving in a ripple effect movement. It felt good. I looked over at Audrey, she had her fingers buried inside her and was frigging away at herself. "Sasquatch get your pussy over right in front of Mommy's face, make her eat it for you." I saw the hesitation in Audrey's eyes. "You better do what I say girl. Get over there so she can eat that slutty cunt of yours." In a minute, Audrey had her wet pussy sitting in front of her mother. The trouble was that it was still ten inches away. I shoved in as hard as I could, pushing Cindy the necessary distance. that was all my new slut needed, a little push. When she got her nose in it, that was all that she wrote. I don't think I could have pried those two apart with a crow bar. Not that I'd ever want to. I kept moving in Cindy's ass, but mostly I was a spectator as I watched Cindy working her daughter's pussy. Audrey had already passed going nuts, and was on her way to a deeper state. She had already cum at least twice, and was pulling at the back of her mother's head, urging her onward for more. That's when I blew my load into Cindy's ass. It didn't take long for me to shrivel up and fall out. I loved watching small dribbles of my cum being squeezed out by the contracting of Cindy's cunt and ass muscles. The slut was cumming while she ate her own daughter. As dead as my dick was, I still had a mental hard on from watching those two. I sat down on the couch, forgotten by my two sluts as they continued on. "Audrey, let your mother go and come over here and clean both of us up. Do her first." I watched as Audrey cleaned up her mother, getting my cum off of her legs, where it had dripped, and then working her way back up to the source. When she was done, she took my cock and cleaned it off. I wanted to rest, but, I thought that I'd rather do it alone, at my house. "Okay, Cindy, I need to get back to my house. Both of you did a good job today. I'm proud of both of you nasty sluts. That's all for you two unless I tell you. If you do things on your own, it won't be special anymore. Okay?" I waited while Cindy got dressed, holding Audrey in my lap and kissing her neck and strumming on her nipples. She sat back into my chest and just relaxed there in my arms. "Feel good now baby?' "Yes Barry, thank you." "We'll do more stuff that you like. I really love you Audrey. I love making you do things like this." I got her up off of my lap and went out to the Honda to wait for Cindy. She came out shortly and drove me home. We didn't speak on the way there, but when she pulled into my driveway, I had her turn the key in the ignition and stop the motor. "How do you feel about today Cindy?" "I don't know, guilty, and still turned on too." "Don't feel guilty, unless that makes it better for you. You didn't do anything that anyone involved didn't want done. Audrey had a blast, and so did I. I'm going to be thinking about you all this week, and come next Saturday, I'm going to have a coming out party for you at your house. Give that mouth, pussy and ass of yours a nice rest, because, next Saturday, they're all going to be getting a real work out." "What are you planning Barry? I don't" I shushed her before she could get herself all worked up. "Cindy, remember what I told you? I'm not going to let you get hurt, or Audrey either. I am going to let you get used though, hard. Let me do the thinking and the deciding for you, okay?" "But, Barry" "Okay?" "Okay." "Did you have a good time today?" "Yes." "Next Saturday, you're going to have a better time." "Okay." ------- Chapter 14 You would think that, after getting drunk and having a wreck where someone gets killed, that you would be in a lot of trouble. I'm talking years worth of trouble, in the slammer forever, kind of trouble. If that was true, then why was Walter sitting in our living room when I woke up Sunday morning? More importantly, why wasn't he in jail? The answer lies in the presumption of innocence, and in the fact that my parents had found themselves a well connected lawyer to represent Walter. I wasn't the only one who was asking those kinds of questions either. We had phone calls all the next week from reporters and from just ordinary people who were upset that Walter was allowed to sit at home and recuperate while that other girl lay in a funeral home, waiting to be buried. Walter's arm break had been pretty clean, and it was in a cast. His knee was really banged up though, and he was going to need surgery on it. "You just had to go and fuck up my truck didn't you asshole?" "Fuck you Barry. I'm already getting it from everyone else, I don't need you to put in your two cents worth too." "It was my truck Walter. I'm the one who is having to walk to school now. You promised that you'd take care of it." "You know what? I didn't plan on any of that to happen, okay? It isn't even my fault Barry, not really. I wanted to fuck her in my room, it was her that wanted to go for a goddamn ride to some place that she knew. So, be mad at her, not me." "Walter, she's dead, I can't be mad at her. She wasn't driving drunk, you were. Don't you think killing her was punishment enough for her already?" "I didn't kill her, she was in an accident, and she died. Don't go around saying that I killed her." I had had enough of that asshole. Christ! It isn't like we were having a difference of opinion about correct semantics or something. The girl was dead as a direct result of Walter driving while drunk, and flipping my truck over, on a road where no one else was driving. How did he expect to distance himself from the responsibility for that? I realized that the loss of my truck wasn't the most important thing here, that the death of that girl was. Still, fucking Walter, would have to pay for both. "Jimmy and I were fucking Carla while you were gone Walter. Her pussy's a little loose, but she was tight in the ass when we double teamed her." "You're pathetic Barry, you know that? My knee will get better asshole, and when it does, let's just say that you won't be able to hide from me then." "Glen Carter and George Fleming fucked her too, before Christmas Walter, why don't you ask them about it? Of course, Jimmy and I did her together though, so that makes it even worse. Plus, the two of you were going steady when Jimmy and I spent all afternoon fucking her together. A lot of it was done right on that couch that you're laying on. The rest, including when we double fucked her, that was in your bed Walter." "Keep up with those lies Barry, you're just digging a deeper hole for yourself." "How about if I call her and you can listen in down here?" I could see that my offer was affecting him now. He had to wonder why I would make such an offer if I wasn't telling him the truth. "You want to listen in on the living room phone while I call her from upstairs?" "Just leave me alone for now. My knee hurts really bad. We'll talk about it later. It doesn't really matter anyway, because she and I were already finished." That was such a pussy statement that I made a big mistake then, I got too close to him, close enough where he could reach out with his good arm and grab me. Which is exactly what he did. His problem was that he only had one good arm and one good leg. I kicked his bad knee as hard as I could and he let me go. Even with his knee brace and the wrapping, I could see that it hurt him. His scream of pain brought both of our parents running in from the kitchen to see what was wrong with him. I just stood there and let him tell them what had just happened. He was crying. As big as he was, as strong as he was, he was crying because I had hurt his bad knee. I felt a power that I'd never known before. I almost kicked him again, but I didn't let myself do that. "He grabbed me, and I slipped and jostled his bad knee. I'm sorry." My father sent me to my room. I was happy to go. Let the two of them deal with that asshole. My father came up about ten minutes later to have a talk with me. He said that I wasn't to take advantage of Walter's limitations. For the last ten years, where was he when Walter was taking advantage of mine? I stayed quiet and listened to him though. When he was done, I asked him if he told Walter to try not to mess with me too? He just looked at me. I knew where I stood now. I'd just have to see to my own protection. I went back to my reading, figuring that my father would take the hint and leave. He did. I picked up the phone and dialed Carla. She answered the phone on the first ring. "Hey Carla." "Is Walter home, Barry?" "Yeah, he's home, but you might want to avoid him for awhile." "What did you do Barry? Did you say something?" "I guess I did. He and I were arguing about things and I just let it slip out. I feel bad, but maybe, it is for the best. It will help you two make a clean break of it." "I love him Barry!" "You have a funny way of showing your love Carla." "What did you tell him Barry. Maybe it can be explained away." "Carla, he knows, okay? I told him about you and I, and Jimmy, and about Glen and George too. Once I started, I figured that I may as well go the whole way." "I hate you Barry. You've ruined everything for me now." Then, she hung up on me. Talk about ungrateful. I should have never warned her, just let her walk right into a buzz saw. Would have served her right if I had done that. I was too nice. I called Audrey. "Hello?" "Hi baby, it's me." "Are you coming over here today Barry?" "I can't. Walter's home and I'm sort of grounded for awhile. So, how did you like yesterday?" "It was different. Mom says that you can sleep here some of the time, if your parent's wouldn't mind. Thank you Barry. She's been happier since yesterday. Happier than she has been since before my father left us. You were right to do what you did." "I asked about you Audrey, not your mom. How did you like what we did yesterday?" "Well, after we got started, I loved it. Before though, it was pretty scary. She and I talked after she got back. We both like some of the same things." "Put your mom on the phone." "Hello?" "Cindy, how's my other nasty slut?" "Are you coming over here today? I'm making chicken pot pies." "I can't do it. Because of this situation with my brother, the whole family is sticking close to home. I wouldn't mind some pussy pot pie. Are you serving any of that?" "You'd have to come over and find that out for yourself." "How do you feel about me bringing a couple of my friends over there for a little party sometime?" "What kind of party Barry?" Her question caused me to pause. I figured that I better go slow with her until I knew what turned her on and what didn't. "Just some people listening to music, maybe a little dancing. You like to dance don't you?" "I haven't danced in a long time Barry. I'm not sure that I remember how." "It's like fucking, Cindy. You never forget how, if you once knew how to." "You'll have to show me." "Dancing or fucking?" "Dancing." "No fucking?" "I didn't say that Barry. That's for you to decide." "I get to decide whether to fuck you or not?" "Yes." "Do I get to decide who you fuck too?" There was a pause, an uneasy silence. When she spoke again, it was in her little girl voice, the one she used when I was asking her questions when I was fucking her before. "Are you going to make me do that?" "Are you my slut?" "Yes." "My sluts all do what I tell them to. Do you understand that?" "Yes, I understand." "Are you my slut?" "Yes." "Okay. Well, look I've got to go. I just wanted to talk to both of you ladies before I had to stay off of the phone today. I'll be thinking about both of you today. Bye." "Bye Barry. Thanks for calling." I went back downstairs into the living room. Walter and I just stared at each other for a long time, neither one of us wanting to be the first to speak. After about an hour, I won. "I need to go to the john, Barry. Help me up." I got up and left the room. Walter waited a minute, and then he started calling for my parents to help him. I sat in my bedroom, wondering what I should do about Walter. He was only going to be semi helpless for a short time. As soon as he got more mobile, I was probably in for a serious ass kicking over Carla, and the kick. On the other hand, until he was more mobile, I still had time to get myself protected someway. I knew of only two guys who Walter had been afraid of before he went off to college. One was in the Air Force now, so I could cross him off the list. That only left Billy Bonham. Billy was working some kind of construction job now. He hadn't gone on to college. With his grades, he'd been lucky to graduate. If he hadn't been the state runner up in the shot put, and an all conference tackle, he wouldn't have been able to graduate at all. Billy and Walter didn't like each other. I could use that when I went to see him. My father came up right before I went to bed and threw me the keys to Walter's car. "Your truck is a total loss Barry. Go over to Frank Michael's lot after school tomorrow, and see if he has anything there that you might want to drive. If not, tell him what you'd like, and he'll try to find it for you. I'm sorry that Walter ruined your truck. I know how much you liked having it. I'm sorry that Walter didn't live up to his end of things after he borrowed it from you. Your mother and I were real proud of the way you made an effort to get along with him. Walter's in bad trouble Barry, he can use your help and support." ------- Chapter 15 I thought about what my father had said to me, especially the part about him and mom being proud of the effort that I'd made to get along with Walter. It had been better between us then, but I was still doing things that I knew would piss him off if he ever found out. Thinking about it, I started wondering if I wouldn't have been better off to have tried to reach some accommodation with Walter years before. How much of our feuding was a direct result of my actions against him? I heard my father and Walter on the stairs, trying to get Walter up to his bedroom. It didn't sound like it was going too well. I went out and offered to help. Because I was shorter than Walter, I could fit under his broken arm better than my father could. That meant that I wasn't adding any pressure to his bad side. My father went over to his good right side and we managed to get him up the rest of the stairs and into the bathroom. Walter had to sit down to take a piss. After he was done, my father handed him a toothbrush with paste already on it, and a glass half filled with water. It was kind of funny, the three of us all in the bathroom, watching Walter take a leak and brush his teeth. We helped him up and took him to his bedroom. He was still dressed only in his robe, and my father helped him get out of it. Walter had big, dark bruises all over his torso, and his chest was covered with cuts and scrapes. I had no idea how he could have gotten those. Once he was in bed, my father left the room, and it was just Walter and I there. I turned to leave too. "Barry, that stuff you said about Carla. Was it true?" I turned and looked at him. I almost felt sorry for him as he waited for the answer that he was already almost sure was coming. "Yeah Walter, it was true." "The part about Glen and George?" "Yes." "Before Christmas? You're sure?" "That's why she did it with Jimmy and I, Walter, to keep me from telling you like I told her I was going to do. Not that that makes me any less guilty for doing that to you." "You were going to tell me? Why?" "Well, you are my brother. I didn't want you to end up marrying a girl who can't be faithful." "So, you were going to do me a favor, and tell me about her and Glen and George, and she tempted you?" "Walter, I set the thing up with Jimmy and I both doing her. Jimmy was a virgin, and Carla was going to be fucking somebody anyway. I was going to tell you about her anyway, but I wanted to get in her panties too. I was going to give you Dana to make up for what I did with Carla." "I should still kick your ass. Tell me why I shouldn't." "Because all the stuff happened with Carla before you got kicked out of school, and before we declared our truce. Besides, with you stuck here in the house, who else can go out and get some girl to come over to help you out if you get horny?" "What I'd really like is some beer. You know anybody who can buy beer for you?" "Walter, if you would call us square, and put the truce back in effect, I can get you some cold beer and some warm pussy, delivered here to your room tomorrow or the next day for sure." "I don't know about pussy, my knee is really fucked up. I could use a nice blow job though." "The next time you get one Walter, you better pay attention to her technique. When they put you in prison, you're probably going to be forced to give them." "You think that's funny? Asshole!" "Walter, sometimes it's better to joke about the things that we fear the most. It takes some of the fear away. Besides, they'll probably go for your ass instead, anyway." "Goddamn it Barry. None of that is funny. Get out of here." "So, no deal?" "I'll think about it. I really liked Carla, you know?" "She's not the type to stay faithful, Walter. What she did while you were gone should tell you that. If you liked her so much, what about all the girls up at IU?" "It's different for a guy Barry. Those girls didn't mean anything to me, but Carla did." "Carla would tell you the same thing Walter, but both of you would be lying." "Good night Barry." I left his room, and walked downstairs to get myself a glass of milk. I was drinking it out of the carton when I noticed a tall can of Schlitz beer in the door of the refrigerator. It was probably left over from a party or something. I grabbed it and went back up to Walter's bedroom. I turned his light back on and went over to his bed and handed him the beer. "Hide the can and I'll take it out to the trash tomorrow. Goodnight, Walter." He already had it opened and was sitting up in bed drinking it down. He must have chugged half of it before he took the can away from his lips with a satisfied smile. "Thanks Barry. This will win you some points." "Walter, I control the beer and the pussy, why would I need points?" "Truce then?" "Truce." I went back to my room and went to sleep. The next morning I got up early and, after getting the can out of Walter's room, where he'd cleverly hidden it on his night stand, I drove over to Audrey's house. It was six forty five when I got there and rang the door bell. Cindy answered the door, and I walked inside and gave her a good morning kiss. "Cindy, I need a favor for my brother. Two of them actually. Can you take time off from your work for lunch?" "Sure Barry, I can take up to two hours if I've got something that I need to do. I usually eat at my desk though." "My brother Walter will be alone all day, until after five. I want you to buy him a six pack of Budweiser, and take it over to him at lunch time." "Okay, I can do that, sure Barry. What's the other thing?" "Give him one of your nicest blow jobs. Tell him it's a gift from his brother." "Barry. I don't even know your brother." "Cindy, you said that you were my slut. I told you that my sluts do what I tell them to. If you won't even do the simplest things I ask you to, what kind of slut does that make you? A worthless one is what I think. I bet Audrey would do it for me." "No, don't, I'll do it for you." This was said in her little girl's voice again." "I'm going to be very disappointed if Walter doesn't tell me that it was the best blow job he's ever gotten." "I'll try my best." "I know you will. Why don't you get in some quick practice right now?" I reached up to the top of her head and started pushing her downward. She didn't resist, and soon, I was getting a nice blow job myself. Walter was in for a nice treat. "Stay there and let Walter drink three of the beers only. Take the empty cans away, and put the other three in the door of my refrigerator. Don't let Walter see where you've put them, okay?" She nodded her head up and down in understanding, still engaged in her work on my happy dick. I was just about to cum when Audrey came into the kitchen and saw her mother giving me head. "Hi Barry. Mom, don't be late for work. I'll finish that up for you." I smiled as I shot my load, and sprayed her mouth with my spend. Cindy swallowed it all, and kept working on me for another minute. When she finally let go of me, I was getting pretty limp. Audrey looked disappointed, knowing that her mother had already made me cum. I helped Cindy up to her feet, and gave her the door key off of Walter's key ring. "Don't knock, just open up and look in the living room. If he isn't there, he'll be upstairs on the second door to the right of the staircase. I gave her a five dollar bill for the beer. "Get him a bag of beer nuts too. Walter always liked beer nuts." I kissed her and watched as she grabbed her stuff and headed out to her car to go to work. As soon as the door closed, I went over to Audrey and kissed her too. I led her over to the sofa and I sat down. "Suck me, and see if you can get me hard. I'm in the mood for some of your nice pussy. While I'm fucking you, I'll tell you what your slutty mom is going to be doing." It took her awhile to get me hard, but as I was whispering in her ear about the beer and the blow job, she really got her pussy moving good and I came before she got a chance to. I rolled her off of me and brought her off with my fingers and a couple of licks on her clit. I could smell my cum in her pussy, and could see some of it oozing out when my finger were moving faster. When I told her that she would be next for Walter, she grabbed my fingers with her puss, and came really good from my hand, and the little bit of tongue action. We got to school, and the first person we saw was Carla. She recognized Walter's car right away and came walking towards us. I held up my hand to stop her from saying anything that she'd later regret. "I'm working on Walter for you Carla. He's still mad enough to hurt you right now, but I'm sure that I can bring him around. After his surgery, if you're good, I'm going to get the two of you together for some sex and a chance to talk. Don't try to deny anything or to bullshit him. If you answer his questions honestly, there's at least a chance that he'll forgive you and take you back." That stopped her. I'm sure that this conversation wasn't going according to her plan. That was what I had wanted. "Come here and thank me properly for trying to get this straightened out for you." "Thank you? You're the one who told him, after you promised not to." "Carla, did you really think that Walter was never going to find out about Glen and George? He fucked around on you, and I'm making him understand that what you did was no worse than what he did. Wouldn't it be better for both of you to start fresh again with no lies coming between you? Are you going to keep me waiting all day?" I had my hands opened and was beckoning her to me. She came into them, and I drew her nearer and gave her a nice kiss. After some hesitation, she opened her mouth and got into it a little. "Audrey, come over here and give Carla one of your best kisses." Audrey came over, but as she did, I noticed both she and Carla were looking all around the parking lot to see if they could be seen. As they kissed, I lifted Carla's skirt and started right in rubbing her pussy. She resisted at first, but then she relaxed her legs, and let me have a decent feel. When I felt Audrey's hand touching mine, I took mine away, and let her have a few minutes feeling Carla's puss. Carla already had a hand and was squeezing and playing with Audrey's titty. I noticed that both girl's faces were flushed and that they were both showing other effects of their passion. I told Carla that I was sure that I would have her in Walter's bed within two weeks if she could give me that much time to set things right with him. I told her that Audrey and I would be glad to have her over some afternoon that week, if she needed to blow off some steam. She looked over at Audrey and then she nodded that she would like that. I waited until ten o'clock to call Walter at home. He answered after the third ring, but didn't say anything. "Walter, it's Barry." "Hi Barry. I was afraid you might be another reporter or something." "No, I just wanted to let you know that Cindy, a nice older lady that I know, is going to be coming over there at lunchtime with a six pack of Budweiser and some beer nuts for you." "No shit? Beer nuts too?" "That's not all Walter. I told her to suck your cock too." "Is she a hooker?" "No, Walter, she's one of my sluts. She does what I tell her to. You treat her with respect Walter, and for God's sake, don't take her for a drive, okay?" "Barry, sometimes you aren't funny." "I wasn't trying to be Walter. I want my property back with only the use that I authorized this time. You better be good too, or this is the last thing of mine that I'll lend to you." "Thanks Barry. I'll treat her right. What does she look like?" "You remember Mrs. Swanker, the librarian at the high school?" "Jesus, Barry, she was eighty years old and she had a goiter on her neck." "Well that's the good news Walter. Cindy doesn't have a goiter." I hung up and went to my third period class. Walter was going to enjoy Cindy, as soon as he got a look at her. He better treat her right too. If he doesn't I thought, I'm going straight to Billy Bonham, and he and I are going to make ourselves a little deal. ------- Chapter 16 After school I gave Audrey a ride home and then went over to Mr. Michael's car lot. My father had already called him to tell him that I was coming. The first thing that I noticed was this bright red Camaro. It had a special wheel package, and looked like it was going fifty miles an hour when it was parked on the lot. For me, it was love at first sight. Mr. Michael's must have seen the look on my face, because he asked whether I wanted to drive it first, or just write it up and drive off the lot with it. I opted for the test ride, just to be safe. It handled well, and had an automatic drive on the floor. Another car that wasn't built for making out with your girlfriend. I asked Mr. Michaels if I could leave Walter's car on his lot until my father and I could figure out how to get it back home. He offered to drive Walter's car home for me if I'd give him a ride back to the lot. I told him sure. He wrote up the contract and told me that my father would sign everything later, then he and I drove home. I drove him back, and then I drove home once again. I found Walter sitting on the couch watching television. When he saw me he smiled in a way that let me know that he was happy. "Barry, my main man, Barry. How can I begin to say thank you? That was some present Barry, and I'm not talking about the beer and the nuts either. Where did you ever find Cindy?" "She's just one of many Walter. I'm glad that you enjoyed her. Did you treat her nice?" "I didn't really get a chance to thank her. She let herself in, handed me a beer and a bag of beer nuts, opened my robe, and went to town. By the time I got my beer opened, she had my cock in her mouth. She sucked me for a couple minutes, stopped, and handed me another beer and went right back to sucking me. I came before the second beer was finished. She handed me another beer, and then went in and used the bathroom. When she came back, she asked me if I wanted another blow job. I was so drained from the first one, I told her no. I figured that she'd wait around until I recovered, and then we'd do some more. Instead, she waits for me to finish that third beer, collects the empties, and then she walks right back out through the front door, and I'm left with my bag of beer nuts and a sweet memory. Beer, beer nuts and a blow job, the perfect trifecta." I handed Walter his car keys and told him that Cindy had his front door key, in case I wanted her to come back again. I then gave Walter some chewing gum to get rid of the beer smell on his breath. I went into the kitchen and found the three Budweisers right where I told Cindy to leave them. I put them behind some veggies in the crisper, figuring that I could give Walter a beer before bedtime again. I was treating him pretty good, I thought, especially if you considered our shared past history. I went upstairs and called over to Audrey's. She picked up after the first ring. "Hi baby. You have to see my new car." I then spent the next ten minutes describing it in full detail to her. She told me that red was a better color for me than black was anyway. "Are you going to come over tonight to show it to me?" "I can't tonight babe, way too much homework. I've got to keep up my grades or else I'll lose the car. That's the rule." "I was hoping that we could spend some time together Barry." "Let me get to studying, and if I finish early enough, maybe I can come over at least long enough to give you a peek at my new car." "Okay, but call me if you can't make it okay?" "I'll call you either way Audrey. I need to tell your mom thanks for the good job she did with helping out Walter. I already told him about how nice your pussy is. He can't wait to fuck you." "Barry! You're not really going to let him do that to me are you?" "Sasquatch, you remember I told you to let me do the deciding and you just do what I tell you to?" "I remember. You said that you wouldn't make me do what I didn't want to do too." "No, I said I wouldn't let you get hurt. I never said that other. Besides, I'll bet your pussy is already plenty juicy just thinking about fucking Walter." "It's wet because I was thinking about you and me." "How about if Walter and I did you at the same time? I'll take your ass and he can have your pussy. I don't want him to rip you open back there." "He's bigger than you?" "Like twice as big. Ask your mom when she gets home." "Twice, that can't be true?" "He's big. Did you notice how stretched out Carla is now? That's all from Walter." "Well, try to come over tonight if you can. Barry, I don't want my pussy to get all big." "Come to think of it, neither do I. Fuck Walter. He'll just have to settle for your big ass." "Maybe just my hands." "We'll see Audrey. Maybe if you're real good, I'll keep you just for myself." "I'd really like that Barry." After we hang up the phone, I called Carla. Her mother answered, but she went and got her. "Hello?" "Hi Carla, it's Barry. I need to see you in private for a few minutes. If I drive over, could you meet me outside? It won't take more than fifteen or twenty minutes." "Is it about Walter?" "I'd rather not get into it on the phone. Can you meet me?" "Okay." "I'll see you in five minutes." I hung up and then I changed into sweat pants with no underwear underneath, and went out and got into my new car. I drove over to Carla's, even though it was only two blocks away. She was waiting on her porch when I got there, so I just beeped the horn and she came over. "Hop in, I'll take you for a quick ride in my new car." "Wow, this is nice. Did you just get it today?" "Yeah. Walter totaled my truck, and my dad bought me this one to replace it. Do you like it?" "Sure, and its automatic too." Once she was in, I got her to fasten her seat belt and then we took off. I drove her over to the back of these industrial buildings that I knew about. Everyone who worked there usually went home by five or five thirty. I drove around to the back, and parked next to this big storage container that was left there. "So what did you want to talk to me about Barry?" "About you finishing up thanking me for trying to get you and Walter back together. Let's hop in the back." "Barry, I can't do anything like that with you. You'll tell Walter." "Don't you want to let me fuck you Carla? You liked it the last time I did it?" "I want to. It's just that you said you were going to help me and Walter get back together." "I did say that, and I am. But, I still expect you to let me fuck you some more. Get in the back seat and take off your panties." "Please don't tell Walter." She got out and pushed the backrest back and climbed in the back. I watched as she pulled off her panties. I climbed in from my side and we were soon fucking. Even though her pussy was loose, I just liked fucking her. It didn't take very long before she was getting into it too. "Which did you like better Carla, fucking Jimmy and I at the same time, or the stuff we did with Audrey together?" She was moving nice by then, grinding herself against the root of my cock, trying to bring as much sensation to her clit as she could. She was lost in her own thoughts, so I pulled my dick back until only the head of it was in her. "Which did you like best Carla?" "I don't know Barry. They were both different. I liked them both. I'd do both again if you wanted to, or maybe the four of us could get together?" "How about Walter and I together?" I slammed it home and started moving in small little circles, mashing her clit as I pulled her ass up closer to me. She let go then with a rush of disjointed motion. She seemed to be trying to pull all of me into her as she spasmed against my buried dick. She still hadn't answered me, I think she was afraid to say it, thinking I might be setting a trap for her. "Yes or no?" "Yes! Yes! YEEEESSSSS!! Just fuck me Barry. Fuck me." And I did. I pounded into her, almost like I was angry at her for being such a faithless bitch. I mean, sure, it was me that brought her here and everything, but it was her that was fucking her boyfriend's brother, the boyfriend that she claimed to love. Even Walter was too good for her. I took her back home, and drove home myself, a little disgusted at the whole thing. I still planned on using her some more, but I wasn't going to try to get her together with Walter again. I walked in the door at home, right into a hornet's nest. "Barry did you give your brother beer?" I looked over at Walter, laying there on the couch. One look and I knew that he'd ratted me out. "I thought it might help with his pain. It wasn't like he was going out driving or anything." "Walter's on some strong medications Barry. He isn't supposed to be drinking any alcohol. Do you have any of that beer left?" "Just what's in the refrigerator." "Well, don't get him anymore, it could hurt him. I see that you got yourself another car already." "I did. Thanks dad. Mr. Michaels says he'll bring over the paperwork for you to sign." "He already did. You have an eye for expensive cars Barry. I hope that you don't let this one get wrecked too. My insurance is already going to be through the roof because of Walter here. Come on, we've been holding up dinner for you. Where did you get off to?" "I just took the car out for a little spin. It really drives nice." "It should for what Frank charged me." "I can take it back and get something cheaper dad." "No, that's not necessary. Just take care of it for awhile. Be careful." "Barry, I need you to do me a favor." Walter had a nerve asking me to do him any favors after telling on me for getting him the beer. He could have just as easily told them that he had a friend get it for him. "I need to go over to Dr. Driscoll's office in the morning for some more x-rays on my knee. Can you take me over and wait around until I get finished, and then run me home?" "I've got school tomorrow Walter. Can't you take a cab or something?" "Dad said you can miss school tomorrow morning if you took me. I'd rather it was you than some stranger helping me in or out of the car." I looked over, across the dinner table at Walter. He was up to something, and I knew it. I looked over at my parents, but they were both smiling at me, looking like they were happy as clams about this new bonding thing between Walter and I. My father had just shelled out a lot of money on my new car, I guess I owed it to him to do this for them. "Sure Walter, I'll be glad to." We all finished dinner together and then left to go our separate ways. I really did have a lot of homework. I would have to call Audrey and explain that I wasn't going to have time to come over to her house. I would have had to shower to get Carla's smell off of me anyway. At ten o'clock my dad came upstairs and asked for my help getting Walter up the stairs. We were getting better at moving him, and the whole thing went pretty quickly. When I called Audrey to tell her that I couldn't come over, and that I wouldn't be able to give her a ride to school, she seemed sure that she had done something wrong, or that she'd offended me in some way. It took me five minutes just to get her settled back down. Cindy came on and we talked about her visit with Walter. I asked her if Audrey had asked her about the size of Walter's dick, and she and I had a good laugh about what each of us had told her about it. Now, Audrey was worried that I'd been serious, and that Walter was the second coming of John Holmes or something. I went to bed before eleven, but I couldn't get to sleep. My life had become so complex and complicated of late. I felt like I was always having to make difficult choices. I started imagining my life being just Audrey and I, with maybe Cindy and one or two other girls thrown into the pot for good measure, and to add some variety. I still wanted to do Kiki. Carla, Brenda and Dana were all expendable as far as I was concerned. I'd check first with Audrey to make sure that she would be okay with the two of us cutting back on our circle of playmates. ------- Chapter 17 Walter's appointment was at eight thirty. Dr. Driscoll was the orthopedic surgeon that worked with the high school football team. He specialized in sports injuries, but was treating Walter because he'd done the surgery on Walter's shoulder when he hurt it in his junior year, playing football. Walter was in and out of there in about thirty minutes. Dr. Driscoll was planning on performing the necessary surgery in another week. He was waiting for Walter's knee swelling to subside, before going in and repairing a torn ligament. "Barry, take me over to Carla's house for a minute will you?" "She's in school Walter." "No, I called her last night. She's going to ditch today. I told her that I needed to see her." This wasn't in my plans. My first thought was to refuse to take him, but that would have just made him more curious. It was a risk, but I finally decided that it was one that I had to take. At least now I knew why he wanted me to drive him to the doctor's office. I drove over to Carla's and parked in her driveway. "Can you go in and get her for me Barry? And then, could you let us have some privacy for a few minutes?" "Walter, are you sure that this is such a good idea? You don't really need any more complications in your life right now. Maybe you should wait until you find out what's going to happen to you with the legal things." He looked at me, obviously waiting for me to do what he had asked. I got out of my car and went up to her front door and rang the bell. "Carla, Walter's out in my car, and he wants to talk to you. I didn't tell him about yesterday, or about the stuff we did with Audrey." She left me standing on her door step as she breezed by me, hurrying to get to Walter. I took a seat on her porch steps, where I'd have a good view of the two of them. I wasn't worried about outrunning Walter, but I wanted to see his face while the two of them were talking. Half of the time they were in my car, I couldn't see Walter's face at all, because Carla was kissing all over it. Whatever they were discussing, it was sure making her happy. It lasted for about fifteen minutes in all, then Carla got out from the driver's seat and walked back over to me. "Walter forgives me Barry. He wants us to start over. He says that, if I wait for him while he's in prison, that he'll marry me when he gets out. He thinks that he might get two or three years, at the very worst. I told him that I would wait for him. I'm not going to do any more fooling around Barry, so don't bother asking me to." "I'm happy for you Carla, and I'm glad that I could help get the two of you back together. It hurts me though that you don't want to thank me for all of my efforts. At least one last fling together. But, I can respect your commitment to Walter. If that's how you want it, then I'll go along." "It has to be that way Barry. I am grateful to you, but I really love Walter, and if he found out, he might not be so forgiving the next time." "Well, since you're going to be my sister in law soon, I guess I'll have to keep an eye on you for Walter. Make sure that you don't forget your promises to him while he's away. I looked over at Walter, he was waiting patiently in the car for me. "How about a little 'welcome to the family kiss' Carla?" I leaned forward, before she could object, and kissed her on the lips. At the same time, I rubbed her pussy through her dress, hidden from Walter's view. "Just a little touch to remember you by." I told her as I stepped back from our kiss. "I'm going to school after I drop Walter off at home, are you going to your afternoon classes?" "I should, I don't want to get behind." "Go get your stuff and you can ride over so I can drop Walter off and then I'll take you to school. Walter will like having you ride home with him." She looked uncertain at first, but then the temptation of spending some more time with Walter tipped the scales for her. She ran inside to get her things. I went over to my car. "Carla wants to ride home with you and make sure that you get all settled in before we head over to the school. I told her that we'd wait for her. That okay with you?" "Sure Barry. That was thoughtful of her, and you too." "So, you forgive her huh? That might be for the best, if you really do love her." "I do love her Barry. I've thought about it, and she's the one that I want. I'm going to marry her as soon as I get my other stuff settled. I know that you think we're both too selfish and we aren't ready to settle down with one another, but I think we can both be faithful now. We know what's important." "Walter, if you both want it enough, it will work out somehow." Just about then, Carla came out and I let her in on my side, so that she wouldn't have to try climbing past Walter. There was something about Carla's hair that was such a turn on for me. As I held the seat forward for her to get in, I almost wanted to reach out and touch her hair as she squeezed past me. We rode over to the house, and she and I both helped Walter into the living room. I gave them a few minutes alone when I went upstairs to get my books and things. When I came back downstairs, Carla and he were kissing, and Walter was playing with one of her breasts with his good hand. Carla saw me coming first, and reached up and removed his hand. I let them say their goodbyes, and then Carla and I went out and hopped into my car. "Did Walter get you hot Carla?" "He always does. That's why he and I get along so well, we both turn each other on so much." "With that knee of his and the surgery, he's going to be out of commission for at least the next six weeks. Did he tell you that?" "Yeah, but he said we could do some other stuff." "Blow jobs you mean?" "Yeah, and his fingers. He can get me off with his fingers. He is very good with his hands." "Are you sure that you don't want to go back to your house for one final fuck Carla? After that, we'd really quit it. Both of us would be good." "We better not Barry." "I respect that Carla, and I really want what's best for you and Walter. It's just that I'm so horny from thinking about your pussy right now. Maybe if you let me finger you for a minute?" Carla laughed then. "If I let you finger me Barry, then we'd both want to do more." I pulled my car over to the curb and parked, putting my hand on her knee over her dress. We were about a block away from her house. I ran my hand over her leg lightly. "Just for a minute?" She was leaning back against the seat back, her legs together. I could see that she was getting close to letting me. I reached my hand under her skirt and started stroking her bare leg. "You know you want me to Carla." Her legs opened up and I took that as her assent to go right ahead. Her panties were already sopping wet, and her pussy was already warm to the touch. I started with two fingers, and soon had three working back and forth. "Do you want to go over to your house for a quick fuck Carla? Just to finish it off between us?" I had her right on the edge when I asked her, I knew that she would let me. Still, when she nodded her consent, a big thrill shot through me. She was such a slut. She hadn't been engaged to Walter for even an hour, and she was already willing to cheat on him again. I drove over and parked in her driveway, driving mostly with one hand, as I toyed with her clit with my other. We went inside and I fucked her on the carpet in her living room, doggy style. After I was done, I had her lick me all nice and clean. She got up and went into her bedroom to get some new panties and then into her bathroom to sop up the gravy I'd left with some tissues. "That was the last time Barry. No more, you promised. I shouldn't have even let you talk me into this one, but I was horny, and grateful to you for your help with Walter. From now on though, no more fooling around." "Carla, I just want what you want. If you want to be faithful to Walter, I'll help in any way that I can. Let's get to school, I'm hungry and it's almost lunch time." We drove to school, and then we had lunch together. I knew that I could have her whenever I wanted her. She might really love Walter, I didn't know, but she was the kind of girl who wasn't going to be able to resist much temptation. When I got home, Walter was sitting on the couch. I had given Audrey and Carla rides home, and I was going to get my homework done and then drive over to Audrey's after dinner. I hated to disturb Walter's enjoyment of the cartoons that he was watching, but I felt that I should ask him about Dana and Kiki, just so we were straight on everything. "Walter, do you still want me to bring Dana over here to fuck you?" "Barry, you know I won't be able to do anything like that with my knee. Plus, now that Carla and I are back together." "So I'll just tell her no?" "Did you really bang her?" "Doggy style while she was eating another girl. Tight pussy too, not mentioning any names, but tighter than you're used to." "While she was eating another girl? Damn, that would be so cool! Tight too?" "Pretty tight. It doesn't get used very much. You may not get another chance either." "Barry, don't tempt me, okay? I'm trying to be good." "I was going to suggest Kiki Elder as the other girl. You know she still has that thing for you? Kill two birds with one stone?" "Man, I'd sure like to see that. Fuck, if you can set it up, let's try it." "That's the spirit Walter. Hell, it's not like you were already married or anything. It will give you some pleasant memories to take with you, just in case that judge decides to send you away for a long time." "Don't keep reminding me Barry, I already spend too much time thinking about that." "Dad says that the lawyer he got you is supposed to be pretty good. Maybe he can get you a good deal." "I talked to him on the phone a couple of times already. He's trying to get the fight thing cleared up for me before he starts doing too much with the vehicular manslaughter charge. He says if he can get that reduced to a misdemeanor, that it will help me get a lesser sentence if we can make a deal on the other. Something about priors, and minimum sentencing guidelines." "Well, I hope it works out for you Walter. There isn't anything anyone can do to bring back that girl, but you've still got a lot of years left to live. Dad says that there are state programs where you can go to school even while you're in prison. They release you in the morning to go to school, but you have to come back in the afternoon to the prison." "We'll have to wait and see. I wish I'd never gotten into any of this. One day everything is going great, and the next, I'm out of school and looking at going to prison. That was before the truck wreck. Now, it's like three or four times as bad." "It could be worse Walter. It could have been you that got killed in that wreck. At least you have a chance to live out your life." Walter just looked at me for a minute, then he nodded and started crying. I didn't know who he was feeling sorry for, himself or that girl, or her poor family. I hoped it was for everyone. I may have been an accident, but Walter had been responsible. I was hoping that he was starting to understand that. I went up to my room and got started on all of my schoolwork. By the time dinner was ready, I had done enough. I took a quick shower, got dressed, and went out to my car. The drive over to Audrey's was good. I had a chance to think about what I wanted to talk to her about. When I got there, Cindy and Audrey were both dressed up in matching red baby doll nighties that they said were inspired by my new car. I took them both for a test drive on Cindy's bed. I was so worn out that I had to just lay there and watch mother and daughter doing a sixty nine and bringing each other to multiple orgasms. Even with all of that, I fell asleep and had to be woken up at eleven so that I wouldn't get home too late on a school night. ------- Chapter 18 I picked up Audrey early, and we went out and had some breakfast. She had gotten comfortable about eating around me by now, and we each had three spicy chicken sandwiches at Carl's Jr. I loved their ninety nine cent specials. Six sandwiches and two large Cokes for less than nine dollars. Full, we sat and talked in the parking lot until it was time for the first bell to ring. I went to the library to see if Kiki was there. "Kiki, my little love goddess. I'm getting tired of driving over to your house to give you a ride, only to find out that you've already left." I had promised her a ride to school a week before, but then forgot all about it in the excitement that we'd been having. I could only hope that she'd forgotten about it too. "I thought you were just kidding Barry. Have you really been coming by?" "Everyday, except for yesterday when I gave Walter a ride to his doctor. I don't know what you're going to have to do to make it all up to me." "How come Walter is home? How come he needs to see a doctor?" "Walter's home because he was in a bad accident. He totaled my truck up near Bloomington. A passenger of his was killed. Walter was drunk when it happened, and he's in a world of shit right now. He needed the doctor because he hurt his knee real bad and has to have an operation." "You're lying, right?" "Jeez Kiki, why would I make up something like that? But, let's get back to my original question. How come you're never home when I drive over to give you a ride to school?" "I'm sorry Barry. I guess I just thought you were kidding, like I said. Besides, I like coming in early to read or finish my homework." "You do remember that thing we discussed about you and Audrey and I and Walter, right?" "Yes, I remember. Next Tuesday, right?" "There's been a slight change of plans. I wanted to run it by you and see if they meet with your approval first. You know Dana Streman?" "Skinny chick, likes other chicks?" "That's her. Walter has this thing about wanting to screw her, thinks he can convert her to guys with his magic wand, and he's also wanting to see her in some girl on girl action. So, what do you say?" Walter, Dana and I? What about that other thing we talked about? Would I still have to do that too?" "Kiki, you just seem determined to always hurt my feelings for some reason. I go out of my way to be friendly, and to help you get what you want, and then, you make it seem like I'm imposing impossible demands on you or something. Maybe we should just forget it. It's not like Walter had asked that you be the other girl or anything. I'm sure there are other girls who wouldn't mind taking your place." "I told you that I'm not into doing other girls Barry, and now you want me to do it with two girls instead of one." "No Kiki, I'm sorry, I made a mistake. I don't want you to do anything that you don't want to do. I'm sorry that I bothered you." I turned and walked away from her. I offered her what she says she wants, and she has no gratitude. I didn't need that. I was about fifteen feet away before she called me back. "I didn't say that I wouldn't do it Barry, just that it was more than we agreed on. I would have some time alone with Walter after Dana and I put on that show for him?" "I told you about Walter's knee Kiki. I'm not even sure that he'd be able to do more than some oral. He has a broken arm too. It's just that if you did me favors, I'd make sure to do some for you, later, when Walter's healthy again. The good news is that I'm healthy, and I can do anything Walter can, even when he's healthy." "But, you're not Walter." "Thank you." "Don't take it like that Barry. You know how I feel about Walter. I need to think about it some more, that's all." "I'll tell you a secret Kiki. Walter is engaged to Carla Rizzo, it just happened yesterday. I'm desperate to see that they don't marry each other. It would be a disaster for both of them. I had to come up with something so unusual that Walter would agree to doing it. If we don't act soon, they may move the wedding date up. You and Dana were my best hope, but it has to be right away." "Walter's marrying Carla? She's all wrong for him. Okay Barry, you should have told me the truth in the first place. I'll help you with Dana, but I don't have to eat her or anything, right?" "I need to go and see her after you and I reach an accord Kiki. Are you in?" "I'm in. When?" "I'll get back to you on that. Are you free after school today?" "Yes, but I'll need a ride home after." "Let me talk to Dana, we'll see if she'll go for it." I didn't run into Dana until the end of my lunch period, and the beginning of hers. I decided to ditch my next class in order to speak with her. I let her go through the serving line and then I approached her before she had a chance to find herself a place to sit. "Hi Dana, let's find a place to sit, I need to talk to you." "If it's about that thing we talked about before, I still haven't decided yet." "How would you like to do Kiki Elder and my brother at the same time?" "She doesn't go that way Barry. I already tried her." "She'd do it as a favor for me, Dana. She says you could eat her anyway, but she doesn't know whether she could reciprocate." "I might agree to this one Barry. Tell me what I'd have to do with your brother." "That's the good news. Walter was in a serious accident. He doesn't even know if he's physically able to fuck. He'd want at least a blow job, which Kiki would be happy to help you with, but he might be able to fuck you if you climbed on top, since you're so light. You'd have to be careful of his knee though." "When would you have to have my answer?" "Right now, we're setting something up for right after school. Whole thing shouldn't last more than an hour, we'll have to have time to air out Walter's room before my folks get home at five thirty." "If I do this, can I still have some fun with Audrey?" "You can have fun with Audrey, if I can have fun with you too." "You have to wait until I'm into it with Audrey. Once I get going, the thought of doing a guy isn't so disgusting to me. The same with your brother. I get to go down on Kiki first before he touches me." "Sounds good to me. Meet me in the back of student parking right after school. The red Camaro is mine. Kiki will be riding with me. If you have your own car, you can follow me." "Can Kiki ride with me? I want to be sure about her agreeing to all of this." "Dana, of course. One of these days you're going to start trusting me." "I doubt that Barry. I'll see you after school." I got to my fifth period class fifteen minutes late. I used my brother's injuries as my excuse, and my teacher didn't even ask me to bring in a note. I told Audrey that I couldn't give her a ride home because I was doing something for my brother. Between fifth and sixth periods, I called Walter at home. He didn't pick up until about the seventh ring. "Walter, I'm bringing you some company after school. Dana and Kiki. Be upstairs in your room when we get there." "Barry I can't climb those steps by myself." "Stay downstairs if you want to, but we're only going to have an hour, and Dana is going to be eating out Kiki on your bed five minutes after we get there. It would be a shame if you were downstairs, only able to listen to them." "I'll be up in my bedroom Barry. I can turn around and lift my ass up, one step at a time." "I'm betting that you can Walter. You might want to get some clean sheets to put over your regular bedding. Stuff that we can throw into the washer right after. Get a couple of cans of air freshener too. We don't want your room smelling like a whorehouse when mom and dad come home." "I've got some good stuff upstairs already. You know Barry, sometime we've got to have a talk about how you're managing to do all of this. Not now though. I'll be ready when you get here. Hurry." My final class of the day went so slow. I had found Kiki between classes and she had agreed to meet me by my Camaro right after school. I told her that Dana was okay with her not doing anything to reciprocate if she didn't want to. I also told her that Dana could eat pussy better than she'd ever had hers eaten before. She didn't believe me. There were few things that I'd be willing to bet on, but one of them was that, after today, Kiki wasn't going to be so adverse to doing things with another girl. For a brief instant, I entertained the idea of finding Carla, and telling her to drop by this afternoon and surprise Walter in his room. I didn't do it because I really wanted to enjoy the whole thing myself too. I was going to definitely get into Kiki's pussy sometime today. I'd waited long enough for it. Right after the final bell, I hightailed it out to my car. Less than a minute later, Dana pulled up in a Nissan pickup truck. We had to wait for Kiki, but she came over after another five minutes had gone by. When I asked Kiki to ride with Dana, she said that she'd rather ride in the Camaro with me. I told her that it was about trust, and that Dana wanted to make sure that she knew what everyone had agreed to. She finally got into the Nissan, and they followed me home. I pulled into the driveway, and Dana pulled in right behind me. The three of us got out of the cars and we went inside. Walter had done what I'd told him to, and was upstairs, laying in his bed with only his robe on. "Hi Walter, it's been awhile. Did you miss me?" Kiki went over and gave Walter a big kiss, without waiting to find out whether or not he'd missed her. Dana just waved her greeting. she didn't look all that excited to be seeing Walter again. I started liking Dana more. "Well girls, let's remember why we are all gathered here. Get undressed and let's show Walter what he's been missing." I had expected some hesitation on Kiki's part, but she was out of her clothes quickly. She spent a minute posing herself for Walter's benefit while Dana got out of her clothes. Kiki had a nice body, well worth showing off. She was one of those girls who look a lot better naked than she did dressed. Her pussy was set so far back, that you couldn't see any part of it from the front, just her blond hair. She opened her legs and put one of them up on the bed to make sure that Walter got himself a good look. He did look, but he felt it as well. All of this just made Dana more frustrated as she was unlacing her boots and climbing out of her tight jeans. From the look on her face, I thought she might go after Walter to tell him to keep his hands off of Kiki. Instead of saying anything, Dana, after she finally was stripped, walked up behind Kiki and started kissing her back and neck and running her hands over Kiki's tiny tits. Those were exquisite tits too. Tiny little pear shaped titties, with the nipples pointing almost straight up. Big nipples, fully erect, like my dick, only a lot smaller, but just as erect. It was hot watching as Walter and Dana competed for Kiki's attention. Walter was the early leader, but I noticed that Kiki had stopped trying to get away from Dana's touches and kisses. "Go get on the bed from the other side girls. Kiki, you can kiss Walter for a minute while Dana gets you ready." Both girls moved like I had told them. Kiki, wanting to lay down and kiss Walter, while Dana knew that she was about to get exactly what she'd been waiting for. When Kiki was laying next to Walter, Dana set upon her with a savage fury. I was thinking about a National Geographic show on television, where they threw a big slab of water buffalo meat into this South American river, and it was eaten by a churning school of piranha fish. Dana was in such a frenzy, not being gentle or loving, simply attacking Kiki's pussy. Not the way that I would have done it at all. This went on for about two minutes before Kiki stopped paying any attention to Walter, and focused all of it on Dana's head. She started patting it at first, and then she switched to loving caresses. Finally, she pushed it against her pussy harder, and started shouting out words of love and encouragement. "Right there Dana, Oh God, yes, oh do that yes, yes. Oh, keep doing that." It just went on and on. Walter and I were completely forgotten. I let Dana bring Kiki to at least three orgasms before I stepped in and put an end to it. Walter had his robe opened and was watching while slowly stroking himself. "Okay Dana, time to do Walter. Walter, let Dana ride you from on top. Be careful of that knee of yours." Dana released Kiki as I had ordered, but Kiki wasn't happy with my intervention. She watched as Dana slowly, and carefully, mounted Walter. Walter was bigger than me. I'd never known that before. Dana had a tough time working him up inside her, and Walter was straining, mostly in fear about his knee. He managed to keep his bad arm away from her too. As soon as those two were well started, I grabbed Kiki by her leg and pulled her over to the side of the bed and made her turn over. I lifted her up by the hips and managed to get the head of my cock lodged up inside her. After I got it in about two inches, Kiki took over from there. she started slamming back, watching Dana as she was moving back and forth slowly on top of Walter. Walter had his eyes closed and just seemed content to allow himself to be fucked by Dana. I came first. A good cum it was, but I'd only been inside Kiki for about a minute. I guess they had gotten me pretty worked up, just watching the girls going at it. Kiki pulled forward, away from my dick and went over to be closer to Walter and Dana. she started kissing all over Walter's chest and working her way down to where Dana was straddling him. I saw her tongue come out and start to lick up and down Dana's thigh. Dana started rocking back and forth much faster then, and making her own noises that showed how turned on she was getting. I could tell when Walter finally came from the way his face got all contorted and he started moving his hips up and down. Dana waited for Walter to finish his cumming before she raised herself off of him. The next thing happened so fast that it surprised both Walter and I. Dana almost jumped over until she was sitting on Kiki's waist, one knee on either side of her. She started inching up on Kiki, moving her pussy closer and closer towards Kiki's mouth. By the time she got close enough for Kiki to almost reach it, Kiki's arms went around to Dana's butt and pulled her up the rest of the way. It wasn't long before we heard a very excited Dana encouraging Kiki and telling her what she wanted her to do next. Walter and I were content to watch. I started getting another hard on, but I knew better than to try to interrupt either girl to take care of my needs. About fifteen minutes after Kiki started eating Dana, Dana raised herself up off of Kiki's face and got up, off of the bed. She immediately started dressing. Kiki got up and started getting dressed as well. "Can you give me a ride home Dana?" "Sure Kiki. Thanks for the use of the bed Barry, and Walter, you take better care of yourself." Holding Kiki's hand, Dana walked out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and out the door. "Fuck Barry, that was hot. That Dana's a pretty good fuck, once she started getting into it." "You mean once Kiki started licking on her thigh, trying to get to her pussy?" "No, I'm pretty sure it was the fucking that she was responding to." "Believe what you want to Walter. I doubt you'll be getting any more pussy from either one of those two girls. I'm afraid that if anyone was converted today, it was Kiki." ------- Chapter 19 After that afternoon with Kiki and Dana, my little world quickly started to unravel. It began, as most disasters do, simply, with Dana telling Brenda about our little session with Kiki and Walter, and then bragging to her about how she had turned Kiki out to girls. Brenda couldn't wait to get on the telephone to tell Audrey all about it. Audrey didn't exactly dump me right away. What she did was far worse. She started cheating on me. The worst part was that she did it all behind my back, and then, when people would tell me about it, and she'd deny it ever happened. To all outward appearances, she treated me exactly as she had before. I became increasingly suspicious when she stopped using me for rides to and from school. She always gave plausible excuses, but, because of this, we were spending less and less time together in an intimate setting. I started ditching one or two classes a day and spying on her. I finally caught her in the back seat of Ted Hunsaker's old Plymouth Duster, giving Ted a blow job on their lunch break. The three of us had a big shouting match that drew quite a crowd. I had really cared for Audrey, but she used my helping of Walter as an excuse to revert to her sluttish ways. She humiliated me in front of half the school, so I broke off with her right there in the parking lot. Walter went in and had his knee surgery. He had to go to physical therapy to rehab the knee, and his lawyer used that as an excuse to get several delays on the vehicular manslaughter charge. The assault with a deadly weapon charge got reduced after Walter's lawyer threatened to show that the victim's steroid use had created the tensions that led up to the altercation. The University, and the victim, did not want to have to deal with the publicity of steroid allegations that would be sensationalized at the trial. After the victim told the District Attorney's team that he didn't want to testify at the trial, a deal was struck that allowed Walter to plead guilty to misdemeanor battery charges, receive three years of unsupervised probation, and a fine of several thousand dollars. This plea bargain, in turn, cleared the way for a plea bargain in the vehicular manslaughter case. Walter would enter a guilty plea in return for a sentence of thirteen months in a minimum security prison for youthful offenders. The lawyer told Walter that this was the best deal that he would be offered. It was either take that deal or go to trial and risk much greater prison time. A deal was struck that would allow Walter to delay sentencing for ninety days to complete the rehabilitation of his knee. When Walter got home after entering his guilty plea, having decided to accept the deal, he and Carla were almost inseparable until the day he left for prison. Walter was very fearful of going to prison. We weren't raised in an environment where prison sentences were handed down routinely. There were rumors of things that occurred inside prisons, but he knew nobody who had actually been to prison that we could ask for tips and pointers about how to survive the experience. Breaking up with Audrey had really taken a toll on me, both emotionally, and from a self confidence perspective. I began to think that everyone was laughing at me behind my back. As a result, I kept mostly to myself, reverting to the lifestyle I had known prior to meeting Audrey. I went without any female company for four months. I tried calling Cindy, but she hung up on me. Brenda, Kiki, and Dana ignored me whenever I tried to approach them at school. Carla was my only realistic hope, and she was with Walter whenever she wasn't in school. Twice I had spoken with her at school, but she threatened to tell Walter if I broke our agreement for me to leave her alone. On the day that Walter went and turned himself in at the police station for transport to the prison, there was a lot of sadness in our house. I began to worry about Walter when I saw how nervous he was. My father and I both tried to calm him down, telling him that his worry was making it more likely that he'd have trouble. I didn't go with my mother and father when they took him over to drop him off. I did give him a hug, and told him to stay out of trouble. He was crying when he left. I felt bad for him. Carla lasted for about a month after Walter left. She finally broke down and went out on a date with Glen Carter. In a week's time, the two of them were openly appearing as a couple. I stayed away from the whole thing, waiting to see how Carla would play it. She wound up writing to Walter, and explaining to him that she just couldn't wait for him for that long of a time. Walter called home several times a week. The news from Carla had really taken him by surprise. He was hurt. He asked to talk with me. "Barry, go see Carla for me. Tell her that I still love her. Tell her I'll still marry her when I get out if she'll stop going out with Glen Carter. Tell Glen that I'm going to really kick his ass the next time I see him." "Walter, I'm not going to do it. She's a slut, let her go. Forget about Glen. The last thing you need after you get out is to go right back in for fighting with Glen. Forget about Carla. You just concentrate on doing your time and then coming home. After you are home, there's lots of girls for you to fall in love with. Girls who aren't out fucking around on you the day after you go somewhere." "Barry, you don't understand, you've never been in love." So, I hung up on him. He thought that what he felt for Carla was love? What I had felt for Audrey, that was so much more than what he and Carla had. Four months, and I still could smell her when I closed my eyes, could taste her breath on my tongue. I cried half the nights when I went to bed. I'd never been in love? It was then that I realized where I'd made my mistake with Audrey. It was the same mistake that Walter wanted to make again with Carla. I'd been too nice, too conciliatory to her. I'd said some things that made it seem like I was weak, letting her dictate to me. Like when she made up all those excuses for me not giving her rides to and from school, I had just accepted them. I had reverted back to being too nice, and Audrey didn't want nice. She shit all over nice guys because they didn't ring her chimes. "Hello?" "Sasquatch, you nasty little slut! I've been thinking about you today." "Barry?" "That's right you little whore. I was thinking about coming over to your house and getting a blow job and some of that nice pussy of yours." "I'm going with Ted now Barry." "That's okay Sasquatch, he can watch me fuck you. Why don't you call him and invite him over to watch?" "I'm not like that anymore Barry. I like being treated nice now." "Is that what you've been telling yourself Sasquatch? That you like being bored? That you like trying to pretend that you aren't a big slut who loves to be humiliated and used? When's the last time you had a really fantastic orgasm Sasquatch?" "Barry I'm going to hang up on you." "I'm coming over there Sasquatch, and when I do, you better open up your door and let me in. I'm going to fuck you inside your house, in private, or else I'm going to fuck you on the floor Monday, beside your locker at school. You get to decide which." "You cheated on me Barry, with Kiki and Dana." "So fucking what? You think I need to get your permission to fuck whoever I want to? I fucked Carla a few times too. You don't own me Sasquatch, I own you. I forgot that for a moment, and treated you like your feelings mattered to me. They don't. I treated you too nice. I won't make that mistake again. Now, what's it to be? On your sofa at home, or on the floor in front of your locker?" "I'll call the police if you come near me." "On the floor in front of your locker then, with half the school watching. I'll see you on Monday Sasquatch." I hung up the phone. I was sweating, and as nervous as I'd ever been. Just hearing her voice again had gotten me rattled. I had tried, given it my best shot, and it just hadn't worked. I'd try something different later. I was still confident that I had hit on the truth with Audrey. She hadn't hung up when I started talking bad to her. She had listened. In the past, that kind of talk had always worked to get her horny. If she would allow me to talk to her, I knew that, sooner or later, I would have her again. My phone rang, and I picked it up. "Barry?" "Changed your mind Sasquatch?" "No. It's just that I don't want to have a big scene at school. I'm asking you to forget about me Barry. I'm not like that anymore." "Not like what Sasquatch? Not like the kind of girl that likes to have her face shoved into a cream filled pussy? Not the kind of girl who likes watching her mother getting fucked? Not the kind of slut who gets so hot from thinking about all of the nasty things she likes to be forced to do? What kind of girl are you not like anymore?" "Stop it Barry. Why did you have to call me?" "The same reason why you had to call me back Sasquatch. I'm a sick fuck who enjoys making you do slutty things with other people. It makes fucking you so much more exciting for me. My cock is so stiff right now from just thinking about what I'd like to make you do." "What about Ted?" "What about that fucker? I should have kicked his ass out there in the parking lot that day. The only reason that I didn't, was because I didn't want to get expelled from school. You're my slut Audrey. We're not done until I'm through with you. Ted doesn't know how to treat a nasty slut, and I do. I'm going to show you that I do come Monday too." I hung up on her again. This time, she called me right back. "Barry, I changed my mind. You can come over." "Too bad slut. I changed my mind now. I'm going to fuck you right in front of Ted fucking Hunsaker, and then I'm going to make him lick my cum out of your pussy. I'm through treating either of you two decently. From now on, I'm going to treat you like you deserve Sasquatch." "My mom's here. I told her what you're going to do. She misses you too Barry. Come over and you can do it to both of us." "I'll see you in school Sasquatch. Quit calling me because there's nothing that will change my mind." I hung up yet again. Two minutes later the phone rang again. "Barry? This is Cindy. This joke has gone on long enough. You can't do something like that to Audrey, not in a school. You'd both get arrested." "Hi Cindy. Did you miss me?" "Barry, are you listening? You can't do that to her." "Did it get you hot, thinking about me fucking your daughter in front of hundreds of other people?" "Don't be ridiculous." "I bet you wish it could be you. I bet your little pussy is steaming right now. So, did you miss me?" "We were speaking of Audrey, Barry." "Is your pussy steaming right now, and did you miss me?" "No, and no." "So you don't want me to come over there and fuck your brains out?" "Will you quit talking crazy about that thing in school with Audrey?" "Would you like me to let you suck my cock while Audrey eats you instead?" "Maybe." "Is your pussy steaming, and did you miss me?" "Yes." "To which?" "Both." "Put Audrey on the phone." "Hello?" "So what are you planning to do to make this all up to me?" "I don't know Barry. Can you think of something?" "I'm going to sell your pussy to five guys at a hundred dollars a throw. Then I'm going to use the money to print up flyers to pass out around the school telling everyone what a slutty whore you are." "Are you really coming over here Barry? I've missed you so much." "I don't think so Sasquatch. You shit all over my feelings once already. If I took you back after that, you could never respect me. I just wanted to show you that I could get you back if I even had the slightest interest in doing so. I could have made every slutty dream you've ever had come true too. But now, I'm going to forget about you and move on with my life. Enjoy Ted, the two of you deserve each other." I hung up once again. This time, it felt right. I think that I knew right away that I could move on from there. Oh, I still loved her. It was the realization that she and I were bad for each other. If I allowed myself to be caught up with her, I would just continue getting worse and worse. In the end, I'd be worse than Walter. I felt like I'd turned an important corner. Naw, I drove over there and rang their door bell. Cindy had lost a little weight, and looked even better than she had before. I called my father at nine, and asked him if I could spend the night at Jimmy's house. That night, Audrey and I slept together, alone, in her bedroom. In the morning, the two of us really made love. It was selfish on my part, trying to build up a good memory that would last me until after I was really over Audrey. Something about how I was doing it to her must have tipped her off to my intentions, and by the time we were done, both of us were crying. "You're not coming back to me are you Barry?" "No baby, I can't. If I kept doing the things I'd need to do, in order to hold on to you, I'd end up hurting the both of us. I love you Audrey. I wish we were better for each other." I got up and dressed, and drove home. I wasn't happy with my decision, but I knew that I'd made the best one that was available to me. I showered, and then spent the whole day in my bedroom, getting used to the idea of my new life without Audrey in it. Even when we'd been broken up, I hadn't given up on getting her back. It was only Walter's phone call that had given me the understanding of what I needed to do. Audrey and I did become friends of a sort after that. It got to the point where I would give her rides home from school sometimes, and we'd do it on her mother's couch. It was buddy fucking though, and it was always a sad act for me, because I knew what I really wanted to do with her. After eight months in prison, Walter was released on parole. He was different, quieter, and less sure of himself. Prison hadn't been a good experience for him. He didn't talk about it much, but he was scared inside now. I recognized the look of it from all those years when I'd been scared inside. He sat around the house for the first week, mostly eating foods that he'd missed, and watching television. When my parents started questioning him about his plans, he was vague and unable to sit there and discuss things with them. Going back to college didn't seem like anything that he was interested in. He was home about a week when Carla dropped by. I'm not sure whether he called her, or if she just came over on her own. Either way, when I got home from school, there was Carla sitting close to Walter, with his arm around her. Carla had graduated the previous June, but she had decided not to continue her education. She had dated Glen until they had both graduated, and then he too, left her to go off to college. I hadn't kept track of her after she graduated. I said hi to the two of them, and then went up to my room. I figured that getting laid might help Walter to get out of the funk he'd been in since being released. I heard the two of them in Walter's room half an hour later. An hour later, I heard them on the stairs as Walter walked her out to her car before my folks got back home. Five minutes later, Walter came into my bedroom. "Carla and I are getting married." "Walter, don't do it. Carla can't be faithful. She's a slut. She'll ruin your life." "She's not a slut. She just gets lonely when I'm not around. She'll be fine after we're married." I knew that nothing that I said to him would ever change his mind. That night my father and mother tried to talk some sense into him about getting a job and being able to support himself before he got married. Walter pretended to listen, and even nodded his agreement with what they were saying. I could tell that he was going to do what he wanted to though. That was just Walter's way. Once he made his mind up, there wasn't much that could change it. ------- Chapter 20 In spite of all of our efforts to talk Walter out of doing something rash, he and Carla drove all the way out to Nevada, and were married in someplace called Winnemucca. Carla got herself a job as a change girl in a casino there, and Walter found work as a laborer at a construction site. Because of his legal problems, he was unable to get clearance to work in the gaming industry himself. After a few months, Walter and Carla moved to Reno, because Walter's company had a big new building contract there. Carla went to work in another casino, this time as a cocktail hostess. While all of this was going on, I was finishing up my high school career, and trying to decide about what I wanted to do after that. I had a few girlfriends, but really no one special that I had cared about like I had with Audrey. Audrey had run through a few boys as well, and spent more time with Brenda than she did with any of the boys. Like I had said earlier, Audrey and I spent some time on her mother's sofa, but it wasn't the same for either of us. Something had been lost, and neither of us was willing to go back in order to try to find it. I treated her nice, and she had difficulty getting sexually excited by that. Sometimes, in the heat of the moment, I would whisper some nasty thoughts into her ear, but we both knew that it was merely me going through the motions. At the very last minute, I withdrew my application to go to Northwestern. My parents were really upset by this, more so because I didn't have any other colleges that I'd applied to, or been accepted at. I was going through a dry period in my life, where nothing seemed interesting or exciting to me. Here I was, eighteen years old, and already looking backwards at my glory weeks and months. It was pathetic, really pathetic. It was late in October when Walter showed up back home again. He had found out that Carla was having an affair with a bartender at the casino. For once, rather than solving his problems with his fists, he turned away from the whole thing and packed his clothes and left. It was a week later, after Walter got back home that Carla called us. Walter was out, looking for work, and I was the only one home. Carla spent ten minutes on the phone trying to explain to me that she had simply made a mistake. I told her to call back and talk to Walter. She said that she was coming back home anyway, and she'd see him when she got back. It was another month before Walter heard that she was back in town. She made no effort to get in touch with him. They were still married, since neither had filed for a divorce. In November, more from boredom than any other reason, I enlisted in the Air Force, and was sent to San Antonio, Texas for basic training. That wasn't the brightest decision I ever made, but, after an accelerated basic, I was sent to Keesler A.F.B. in Biloxi, Mississippi for electronics school, to become a light ground radio repairman. The technical school lasted for thirty two weeks, and then I was transferred to an isolated mountain top in the Santa Cruz mountains of California. The Air Force radar station where I was sent to was about fifteen miles up a windy road from a little town near a winery, called Almaden. That was the name of the station as well, Almaden A.F.S. I was assigned to a building with twenty four ground to air radios and a GKA-5 with a FRT-49 klystron amplifier system. It was a place separate from the radar operation, and was used to relay messages to planes overhead in our line of sight area. I never really had any idea about how to fix anything there, and spent most of my time making up the work schedule for the crew that rotated six days on and three days off over three shifts for my NCOIC. (Non-commissioned officer in charge) Basically, I stayed out of trouble and kept to myself. After three and a half years, they gave me a six months early out, and sent me back home again. Now, I was twenty two years old, with no plans or ideas about living the rest of my life. I had no skills either, other than making up a duty roster for twenty five men, once every nine days. Not exactly the type of skill that was likely to be in big demand. I hadn't kept in touch with my parents as much as I should have, coming home on leave only twice, in the three and a half years that I was in the Air Force. I had been home for about three days when Walter mentioned that he and Carla were still legally married, although neither of them had spoken a single word with each other since the time that he had left Nevada, almost four years before. Walter was still working construction, and now had worked his way up to heading a framing crew. He still lived at home. Walter wanted me to go speak with Carla, to find out whether she wanted a divorce or not. I asked him why he didn't call her, and he said that he just didn't trust himself to do it. "Do you want a divorce Walter?" "If she does, then yeah, I do too." "And if she doesn't?" "Find out why she doesn't." "And then what?" "Then tell me what she said." Luckily for all of us, I had nothing else that I wanted to do that was more important than that. I drove over to Carla's apartment. Walter gave me her address. It was on the second floor. There were about six apartments on each floor. It wasn't a very good part of town, but it wasn't in the worst section either. Carla's apartment was the one furthest from the stairs, way down on the end. I got there around four in the afternoon, but no one was home. I saw a pool below, and decided to go there to wait for her. I took off my shirt while I waited. It was late April, and the day had heated up nicely. The sun felt good on my chest. Two or three times, cars had pulled into the carport across from the pool, and I opened my eyes to see if it was Carla, but, each time, it was someone else. It was five thirty when I decided to give it up and try it another day. I didn't want to leave her a note to call me, because I was curious about how she looked now. I was finishing putting my shirt back on when I saw her pulling into her parking space. The first thing that I noticed was that she had cut off most of her beautiful hair. It was her best feature, and she had just chopped it off. She still looked a little bit cute, but not like before. I moved over to the pool gate and started walking over to the stairs that she would have to take. I had almost reached the stairs before she got there. "Barry? Is that you?" "Hi Carla. So what's new?" "What are you doing here? Did Walter send you?" "No, Walter doesn't even know that I'm here. I just got back from serving my hitch, and I thought I'd look up some old friends. so, here I am." "How's Walter?" "Walter's fine. He works, he watches TV, and he sleeps. He's already old. What did you do to your hair?" "I cut it. It kept getting in my way. Too much trouble keeping it brushed and nice." All the time we were talking, I was following her to her apartment. We had finally arrived at her door. She made no move to open it, just stood there, it was like she was waiting for me to leave. "Aren't you going to invite me in?" "I don't think so Barry." "I've been waiting a couple hours for you to get home Carla. I need to use the restroom." I could see a strange look coming over her face, part fear, and part something else. Finally, she turned and put her key into the lock and opened her door. the apartment opened up into the living room, with a kitchen area off to the right. In the middle of her living room was a kid's playpen. I stopped right where I was and looked at it. Walter hadn't said anything about Carla having a baby. You would have thought that he'd have mentioned it if he knew. "Does Walter know about the kid?" "No, and I don't want you telling him either." "How old is your kid?" I was just making polite conversation, not really caring anything about any kid. "He was three in November." Now I knew why she was so nervous. A three and a half year old kid. Walter would be pissed if he found out somebody had knocked her up in addition to just fucking her. She told me where the bathroom was, and then she had to go next door and pick up her son. I went in and took a leak. I checked out her medicine cabinet, but there was no man's stuff in it. I came back out just in time to see Carla leading in this little boy. This kid looked just like Walter. He was going to be big someday too, just like his father. "Walter, this is your Uncle Barry." I just stood there and stared at this kid. "Jesus Carla, when were you going to tell Walter?" "I'm never going to tell him Barry, and I don't want you to tell him either. He's the one who left us." "Did he even know that you were pregnant?" "No." "Carla, he left because he said you were fucking some bartender." "I made a mistake. Did Walter mention that he hadn't come home for two nights before I slept with that bartender? Did he tell you about the girls that he slept with?" "Carla, it doesn't matter that you and Walter had marriage problems, or even if you both hate each other. That's Walter's kid as much as it's yours. He has a right to know." "This is my son Barry, not Walter's." "That argument holds up unless someone actually looks at the kid. Christ, you even named him Walter." "Get out of here Barry. If you say anything to Walter, I'll just pack up and move away." "Walter wants to know if you want a divorce." "What do you mean? He didn't divorce me?" "Apparently not. Look Carla, I already told this to Walter. The two of you need to have a talk. There has to be a reason why neither of you ever filed for a divorce." "I thought he did it. I do want a divorce, the quicker the better." "I'm going to tell him about little Walter, Carla. I've got to do at least that much." "Barry, don't do it. You'll just make things harder on Walter and I if you say anything. I'll move away from here rather than allow Walter to have anything to do with my son." She sounded like she was serious. In the old days, I might have struck a deal with her for my silence. Walter had already had three and a half years to find out about having a kid. If he had truly been interested in Carla, he'd have come by and seen things for himself. On the other hand, if Carla had really wanted to keep it a secret from Walter, why would she stay in the same town as Walter. I had the feeling that Carla was playing some kind of game with me. I wanted to test out my theory. "Okay Carla, what's it worth to you?" "Don't try that again with me Barry. We're not kids anymore." "You want me to tell him. You've been expecting him to come over and try to see you for the past four years, haven't you? That's how you were going to let him find out about little Walter. You figured that he'd forgive you and take you back if he saw little Walter, and knew that he was his son." "I don't want that." "Well, that's pure bullshit Carla, and we both know it is. Okay, you're in luck then. I won't tell him. I'll just tell him that you want a divorce." I could see by the look in her eyes that I had figured out what it was she was trying to do. I took a closer look at the kid. My suspicious mind making me wonder if she was even the mother. It was Walter's kid all right, but maybe she got it from one of the women that Walter had been screwing around with up in Reno or something. I looked at him, and I could see that he looked a little like Carla too. I went to the door and opened it. "Don't worry Carla, I'll tell Walter nothing about little Walter." I left then and walked away from her apartment. I really didn't know what to do. Both of them had put me right in the middle here. I drove home, stopping off on the way to pick up a pint of bourbon and a twelve pack of 7Up. I got home and made two stiff drinks and went looking for Walter. I found him up in his bedroom, reading a book on home construction. Walter wanted to learn enough so that he could someday build his own home from the ground up. It was the only ambitious thing I'd ever heard Walter mention. I handed him a drink and sat down on his bed. "She wants a divorce Walter. She says that she thought you'd already filed, a long time ago." Walter didn't look happy with the news, perhaps it would be better to say that the news deflated him. He closed his book and took a big drink of his bourbon and seven up. "She wants a divorce then?" "Yes, she says that her and little Walter don't want anything to do with you." "Little Walter?" Well, at least I knew that Walter hadn't known about his kid. I was half worried that he did know and just hadn't ever mentioned it to anyone. "Yeah, her kid. Looks just like you too, poor kid." "Carla has a baby?" "Kid's three and a half Walter, I think that's no longer considered a baby. Big kid too, could pass for five just by the size of him." Walter got up off of the bed and started pacing around the room. "Did she really name him Walter?" He looked at me, excitement showing in his eyes. "Walter, sit down before you make me nervous, okay? There's some things that you need to know before you barge in and make a mess of this thing." He looked like he wanted to take a poke at me, but he finally sat back down on his bed. "You and Carla have been off and on now for the past eight years. Both of you have screwed around on each other. Carla says that you were out whoring around yourself, not even coming home on either of the two nights before she fooled around with that bartender. You two better have a talk before either of you goes off half cocked. If you love her, you better get it squared away before she lights out on you. She was threatening to pack up and run when I told her that I'd tell you about little Walter." That last part did it, with Walter flying out of his room and jumping down the stairs. I figured he'd be over at Carla's apartment within fifteen minutes. There was no doubt in my mind that those two were both poison for each other, no doubt at all. On the other hand, both of them had shown a remarkable ability to forgive each other too. I wished that I was as flexible as those two. I wouldn't have been as alone if I had been. I lay back on Walter's bed, wondering why I didn't seem to have much flexibility. ------- Chapter 21 Walter came home at around nine o'clock and went straight to his room. I saw the look on his face and decided not to bother him. The look alone told me that his talk with Carla hadn't gone too well. I had been sitting at home the whole time telling myself that I needed to get out and start making my life happen. I had come to the conclusion that I hadn't been trying to live my life, ever since Audrey and I broke up. I was just going through the motions, pretty much wasting the past six years. In my mind at least, breaking up with Audrey had been the one act that had changed everything for me. I had drawn a lot of my energy from the excitement that I had been able to create from activities surrounding her. Walter's relationship with Carla was different than mine had been with Audrey. He loved her, and she him, but they weren't good for each other. I think Carla had always known that, at some level, but I don't think Walter ever so much as thought about it. At the time that I broke it off with Audrey, it was because I didn't want to end up worse than Walter. I was twenty two years old now, and had practically stopped living any kind of life at sixteen, giving up a lifestyle that I really enjoyed, with nothing to fall back on. Did giving her up the way that I did, help Audrey? I had no way of knowing about now, but, during our last two years of high school, she had seemed just as much adrift as I was. She was more social, to be sure, but she wasn't any happier than I was. We had spent enough time together after the break up, that I was sure of that. I had a lot of thinking to do. I needed to get myself a job too. I got up from my bed and walked over and knocked on Walter's bedroom door. "Walter, can I come in?" "Not tonight Barry. I'd rather just be alone right now." I thought about that for a minute, standing at his doorway, and then I turned the handle and walked into his room. He was laying on his bed, in the dark, with all of his clothes on. He didn't like it when I turned his light on either. He sat up in the bed. "I told you no Barry, Get the fuck out of here." "I can't do it Walter. I need to talk to you. Did you see your son?" "Yeah, I saw him. Carla wouldn't even let me in to talk to him. I had to stand by the door and look over her shoulder at him." "Are you satisfied that he's your kid?" "I'd have to be, wouldn't I? Same hair, same eyes, he looks a lot like I did at three or four." "So, what are you going to do?" "I don't know. Carla and I still can't get along. She doesn't even want to try." "How long were you standing at her doorway talking?" "I don't know. Maybe three hours." "She was trying Walter. If she wasn't, she wouldn't have kept that door open for so long. I bet she had a lot of stuff that she needed doing, but she stayed there and talked to you." "Half of that time she was threatening to call the police if I didn't leave. She never let me even hold my kid, that's not right." "Walter, you've got to earn that from her. She wants you to earn it. This time she isn't just going to hand it over to you. That kid is very important to her." "That's bullshit, Barry. That's my kid." "You got any money saved up Walter?" "Maybe five hundred, why?" "Get the money and stick it in an envelope, and take it over to Carla. Tell her it's for little Walter. That would be a good start." "I'm not going to do that Barry." I turned around, turned off his light, and went back to my room, closing his door as I left. I took off my clothes and got into bed. I was almost asleep, a half hour later, when Walter came bursting into my bedroom, throwing on my light. "So, I give her my money Barry, and then what?" I waited until my eyes got adjusted to the light again. "And then, on your next payday, you take over some more and give it to her too. After awhile, you ask her again if you can spend some time with little Walter. To Carla, little Walter is more important than you and her are. She isn't likely to just let you into his life until you've proved to her that you deserve that. Even if you and Carla don't have any further relationship Walter, you can still do the right thing for your son." "I want her too Barry." "Walter, take care of your kid. It's the right thing for you to do. If you do that, Carla will probably see that you've finally grown up. It's the only way you have any chance to get her back." Walter stood there for a minute, not really looking at anything, and then he turned off my light and left my bedroom and went back to his. I had to get up and go shut my door again. I stayed awake for the next two hours, wondering why it was so easy to figure out what Walter needed to do, and so difficult to get my own life back together. I decided that I needed to get myself a job first. That's what I'd do in the morning. I fell asleep with that thought. The next morning I got up and went down to the Human Resources office and got in line to get an appointment with a job counselor. It was almost eleven before they called my name. Three hours just to get in to see somebody about getting some work. The guy I went in to see, had a little cubbyhole of a partitioned office space, maybe eight by eight, and introduced himself as Mr. Gavin. He was about forty years old, balding, with bad complexion and a beer belly. His handshake was like shaking hands with a wet dishrag. I sat down in an uncomfortable folding chair and waited while he read the paperwork that they had gotten me to fill out. "Mr. Glass, according to the information that you provided, you've never held a job, other than with the Air force?" "Yes, that's correct." "You had a lot of training in electronics I see, and spent almost three years with hands on experience?" "Hands on a typewriter. I took care of the duty roster for the GATR site that I was assigned to. I was a glorified clerk I guess you could say." "And that was all that you did? This duty roster scheduling?" "That's it." "Have you ever considered a career in the fast food industry?" "No." "Insurance?" "Selling? No." "I don't have anything else for you that you'd be qualified for." "What about a job like yours?" "You need a degree to do my job Mr. Glass." "So, that's it then? You have nothing for me?" "I do have a referral here for a company called Cactus Jack's Wholesale Snacks, it requires a valid driver's license and a minimum age of twenty one for insurance purposes. It doesn't say what the job is. I was going to call them later to get further particulars." "Can you set up an interview for me? I do have a driver's license." He wrote something on a three by five card and handed it to me. It was an address and a man's name, and that was it. "Have him call us if he fills the position." I left there, wondering what help they were to other people. I wasn't too impressed with what I'd gotten from them. I drove over to the address on the card. It was located in a run down industrial park that had small office buildings in front with warehouse room in the back. I looked through the window in front and didn't see anybody. I walked around to the back, and the big bay door was open, so I went over to look inside. There was a guy in there moving boxes around. He was about fifty years old and looked to be about fifty pounds overweight. I stood in the door opening for a minute, waiting for him to notice me. Finally, he did. "Can I help you with something?" "Yes, I'm looking for a Mr. Jim Davis." "That's me, what can I do for you?" "They sent me from the Human Resources to interview for a job." "You like beef jerky?" "Not really." "You like pepperoni sticks?" "No, too greasy." "How about smoked beef sausage?" "Never tried it." He reached over to a large maroon Naugahyde bag and pulled out a two foot long round sausage, like a Hickory Farms sausage that you see around Christmas time. He cut it in half, and then sliced off a small piece from one of the open ends. He handed the meat to me. It didn't seem too hygienic to pass food around that way, at least, not to me, it didn't. "Stick that in your mouth and tell me what you think." So I did, careful to first tear off the casing. It was good, tasty, and didn't taste salty like I thought that it might. I finished the rest in another quick bite. "Well?" "It's good, what is it?" "That's the world's best smoked beef sausage, made up in Oregon, cured with brown sugar and spices, and slow smoked over maple wood. They cost $14.95, how many would you like?" "I came to see about getting a job. I don't have any money." "So, how come you're looking for a job?" "I just got out of the Air Force last week." "You originally from around here?" "Born and raised, not two miles from here." "You're a good looking boy. You like women?" "Sure, I like them. You selling them for $14.95 too?" "It's just that this job requires you to be able to deal with women. So, do women like you too?" "I don't know. I guess a few of them do." "If I can show you how to make a couple hundred dollars a day, working six hours a day, would you be interested?" "That depends on what it is that I'd be doing." "You'd be doing to people what I just did to you. Getting them to taste the sausage, jerky and pepperoni. In this town, you'd be Cactus Jack. I'd only stay here two or three more days to train you, and then you'd be on your own after that. You'd need to hire another three or four people to do what you do too. People can't all handle this kind of work, they get beaten down by rejection. You'd always be hiring and training new people." "Is there a salary that goes with the job?" "Hell no boy. I'm not paying somebody to do nothing. That's what a salary is for. You make money by selling. You make a little more from training, because you get a dollar override on anything the person you train sells too. You don't sell, you don't make any money. You want some training or not?" "I'm not a salesman." He looked at me for a minute, like he was trying to decide. "Grab that red and white cooler and let's go out to your car. What's your name?" "Barry. Barry Glass." "Let's go Barry. It's almost ten o'clock, and people are starting to get hungry." He grabbed three boxes and walked behind me to my car. I put the cooler in the trunk and he put one of the boxes there, and the other two in my back seat. He went back and got two of those Naugahyde bags. They had straps like a big purse, and the bag part was about two and a half feet long and about eighteen inches high. The strap was padded. One was blue and the other was maroon. "The rent on the building is $400.00 a month. I rented you a pallet in a cooler at a butcher's shop over on Iverson for the sausages. That's another fifty a month. Utilities on the warehouse should be less than fifty a month. Your total overhead is about $500.00 a month. You got insurance on this car?" "I'm not sure that I can sell anything. Maybe we should hold off until we find out?" "Barry, the product sells itself. Your job is just to get people to try it, and let them sell themselves. As long as you aren't a quitter, you'll do just fine. Now, take me to some small strip centers. We need to get us some money for lunch." From ten o'clock until one o'clock, I drove him around and carried jerky and pepperoni jars in my bag. I'd go into businesses behind him and watch him as he got people inside to try his sausage, jerky and pepperoni. He had a lot of different things that he'd say, but he usually got at least one person to try his sample. He always started out with the sausage, but would sample the jerky or the pepperoni once he had someone interested in it. In that three hours, he sold seven sausages, three jerky jars and three pepperoni jars. Each of the jars had 40 pieces of jerky or 36 sticks of pepperoni in it. It was steady selling, but it wasn't anything tricky or fancy. I shut up and watched him. Everything was the same, $14.95. He would sell half sticks of the sausage for $7.50 each if someone complained that they had no use for a whole one. We stopped at one o'clock, and went into a Mexican Restaurant and we both had a burrito with sauce and a draft beer. "So, what do you think Barry? Think you can do what I just did?" He looked at me as he was sipping his beer and we were eating chips and salsa, waiting for our burritos to get ready. "I don't know Jim. You had answers to all of their questions. It might take me awhile to learn all of that." "Do what I do Barry. Make the answers up. People don't really care about the answer anyway. Most are just buying themselves some time so they can try to figure out a way not to act on their impulse. This really isn't about selling Barry. The whole job is about giving out the samples, and staying in front of the person long enough for him or her to convince themselves to buy." "So, you make it all up? What about that thing with the radishes for a natural preservative?" Jim had told several women that the nitrites in the sausage used as a preservative were made from radishes, and thus, a natural preservative. He told them that there were enough nitrites in a single radish to preserve two of the three pound sausages. "I made that up Barry. I use it all the time, especially in health food stores. People don't care. The health food people know that I'm BSing them, but they just need something to justify doing what they want to do anyway. People like the taste of pepperoni, beef jerky and smoked sausage. If I make it easier for them to do what they want to, I'm really doing them a favor. Besides, the same individuals who are so worried about eating a two ounce piece of beef jerky once or twice a week, are the same people who think nothing of standing behind a car with it's exhaust spewing out carbon monoxide, and talking to me about my nitrites and preservatives. We all have to die from something." "So, how much did you make so far Jim?' "I've sold seven sausages at a profit of $7.00 each after deducting for the samples, about the same for the jerky and pepperoni sticks. Call it thirteen times seven, about $90.00 so far. And we haven't run into a really good situation yet where we land in a lemming nest. This afternoon, we'll switch places Barry. You do the sampling, and I'll trail behind. We'll see if we can get you started out right. We'll spend all of our time in beauty parlors this afternoon. You should do real good in those." We waited until two thirty to get started. Jim told me that it was a waste of time trying to give away samples when people were still full from their lunches. He said it was better to take a long lunch yourself, and concentrate only on the peak selling times from two thirty until about five thirty. When we got started again, I was nervous at first, and Jim had to help me out more than a few times, either talking to people to get them to try the sausage, or to take over and answer some questions. I learned that the main thing was to keep people talking and let them make up their own minds to buy. By four o'clock, I was starting to get relaxed around people, and doing better with the sampling with them. I'd been getting discouraged by three o'clock, and Jim told me to quit being Barry. I asked him what he meant. "You take all this rejection too personally. They aren't rejecting you Barry. People train themselves to think that they're busy. You are interrupting them in their busy day. A big percentage aren't going to make time for you. That's why you should be Cactus Jack. Who cares about Cactus Jack's feelings? Nobody, that's who. You have to pretend to be this character. Let him deal with being rejected. You only become Barry again later, when it's time to count the profits." I started doing that, becoming this character in my head, and it was easier. As him, I could say things that Barry wouldn't say. I started relaxing, and I even started flirting with some of the women in the beauty parlors that we visited. In one parlor, that was very busy, Jim and I walked in and I handed a sausage to one of the girls, asking her to hold it for me. She took it, but then she asked me what it was. "That's a smoked sausage from Oregon, my grandfather made it." It was about two feet long and was about three inches across. she held it in both of her hands, out and away from her. "Hold it up so that everybody can see it."I went around the room, passing out samples and, for the most part ignoring peoples questions. "Try it, I promise that it's the best tasting sausage you've ever tried." I stopped in front of this real cute nail girl, who looked about seventeen years old. I cut off a piece and put it forward on my knife for her to take it. She peeled off the skin and put the whole piece in her mouth at once. "Oh, this is really good, did your grandfather really make it?" "Yes he did, from an old family recipe that has been passed down from before my family left Germany. The sausage recipe is Grandpa's, but I designed the shape of it myself, in my own image." I looked down at my crotch when I said this. Several women laughed. "They're only $14.95 each, do you want one?" I'd only sold two and a half sausages in the hour and a half that I'd been working so far, and Jim had really sold two of those for me. In the next ten minutes I sold seven and a half sausages and three jars of jerky. As soon as the nail girl bought, people were coming over to get some for themselves. After I told them that I took checks, even more people wanted one. It was wonderful, the feeling that I got when everybody seemed to want to buy. When we left, the lady who owned the shop, and who had bought a sausage and two jars of jerky herself, wanted to know when I'd be back by again. Jim told her not for six weeks. He told her that next time I'd be bringing the new cheddar cheese sausage that he was sure that she would just love. That was the first that I'd heard that the sausage came in another flavor. That one beauty parlor was far and away the highlight of my afternoon. We did stay out until right after five thirty, and I did sell another three sausages and a jar of pepperoni sticks, but it wasn't anything like that one beauty parlor. I was still excited though. This was an improbable job, doing something that I'd never imagined that I'd ever do. I liked it. We drove back to the warehouse. I'd sold seventeen units and used up a half sausage in free samples. Jim didn't charge me for the pepperoni and jerky samples that we'd given away. "Let's see Barry. Eighteen units, although the other half sausage is yours. you can either take it home with you, or else you can keep it in the cooler for tomorrow's sample. I like to start out with a fresh cut sample every day, but that's just me. I'll charge you $8.95 times 18, that's $161.20. You made seventeen times $14.95, so that's $254.15. So, for the day you made $92.95. That's not too bad for a training day." I paid him the $161.20. I could see that I'd make some money doing this job, but I wasn't sure that I wanted to be responsible for paying the overhead on everything. I mentioned that to Jim. "Somebody's got to pay it Barry. I'm going to be leaving here in a few days. We're on a month to month lease here, with first and last paid. The butcher is paid until sometime next month. The utilities are in the landlord's name, and he'll bring you a bill at the first of every month. All I'm asking is that you take over paying things after I'm gone. You won't find many opportunities to get yourself a business with no real investment of your own. I'll keep supplying you with product, on credit, for a month, after that, you have to pay for it before I ship it out from Oregon. I fly it out in an E container, and you'll have to pay the freight too. That's one of the reasons you need to hire and train people, so they can help you with all of your expenses." "I'll have to think about it Jim. I'm not too sure that I want to have all that responsibility all at once." "I'm leaving here on Friday Barry. I need to go to Denver and get it set up too. I've already been here for two weeks getting things set up this much. This isn't a good part of the country for strangers to set up a new business. Too much distrust here. You come back here tomorrow morning with an answer for me, about whether you want this or not. Tomorrow, I've got two people coming in, and I'll be expecting you to take one out for training." "I'm not ready for training other people Jim, I thought you were going to train me some more." "That's all of it, Barry. You either get it, or you don't. I told you that this job isn't for everyone. Go home and think about it. You could be one of the good ones, but you have to want to do it. I can't make it any easier for you than I already have." I went home and talked with my mother and father. My mother was appalled that I was even thinking about taking such a job. She couldn't get over the idea of me walking into businesses, and getting people to sample food. I told her what the Human Resources guy had said about my qualifications, but she still insisted that there were better jobs out there for me. Walter was a crew chief in his job, but he only made about three hundred a week, and that's if there was no weather problems preventing him from working. My father made about forty thousand a year, and my mother made another twelve thousand at her job with the City. I figured I could make Twenty five thousand a year doing this, and that didn't include the overrides from employees. My father's position was that any work that was honest, was okay with him. When I told him that Jim was leaving on Friday, and that I'd be responsible for the lease, utilities and the butcher's storage pallet, he just shook his head in disbelief. "Barry, he's just going to leave everything for you to take care of? What if you just decide to quit him? It doesn't make any sense to me. I think you should give it some thought before making any decision." I went up to my room and thought about it some more. In the end, I just decided that it was better than working in a fast food place, and that I wasn't really risking anything other than my time. Jim hadn't asked me for any money yet. Just then, Walter came up the stairs. He had missed dinner. "I gave her my money Barry. She still didn't let me in to see my son." "Give it some time Walter. She needs to see that this is more than a single gesture on your part. She'll let you see him when she's sure that you're in it for the kid, and not just for her." "So if she doesn't, I'm going to be out the five hundred dollars." "The money is to help support little Walter. Even if she never lets you see him, the kid needs to eat and have clothes. I know that she'll let you see him if you just keep doing what I'm telling you." "Suppose you're wrong?" "If I'm wrong, than you've wasted all of your money doing what turned out to be only a decent thing to do. Forget about what it is that you want for a change Walter, think about what your kid might need." "Okay. I'd still like to see him though, and maybe bring him over here to see the folks." "Patience Walter. All in good time. Two days ago, you didn't even know that you had a kid, and now you're all stressed about not being able to play with him. Just keep showing Carla that you want to help take care of the kid, at least financially. The rest will come." ------- Chapter 22 I went down to the warehouse at eight the following morning. I went in early, because I had forgotten to ask Jim Davis what time he wanted me to be there. I found him just opening the back roll up door to the warehouse, and helped him to load four cases of sausages into three coolers. He told me to put the two smaller coolers in my trunk, and to take two cases each of the jerky and pepperoni sticks for my back seat. He told me that there were two people that were supposed to be coming in for training that morning, and told me that he'd let me have first pick about who I wanted to train. "I don't think I'm ready to train anyone Jim. I still have too much that I'm not sure about." "Barry, I don't have the time to sit here holding your hand. This is a sink or swim kind of business. Yesterday, I found out that you can give out samples and sell product. Today, I'm going to find out if you can train someone else to do what you learned yesterday. This is just the way we do it. If you can train people, then I'll give you the rest of the things you'll need and then hop on a plane to Denver. I have to be in Denver by Friday morning because I've got a big, expensive, ad running for samplers in the paper there. If you can't do the job, I'll just have to leave things alone here until I can get back, in two or three weeks." "Why not let me sell sausages until you can come back and finish training me?" "I am finished with training you. You already have everything you need to make a lot of money in this business. The one thing I don't know yet is whether you can train others. That's what we're going to be finding out today. I need you to be able to train people for me, on your own, so that when I come back here, there is already a profitable operation going. It costs me a lot of money to set these offices up. I don't start getting my investment back until each office starts buying a lot of product every week. More product than you could sell all by yourself." "I'll try to train someone, but I don't know how it's going to work out." "It will work out fine. If you have a problem, come back in the afternoon and I'll go out with the two of you and see what the problem is. Then, we'll fix it. But, you won't have a problem. You're already good at sampling. Show the new person how to sample just like you do. Let the sausage sell itself. It's too good not to sell." At nine o'clock, a heavy set, and very unattractive girl pulled up in her car, parked, and came over to the open door and asked for Mr. Davis. "I'm Jim Davis. Have you had a lot of selling experience, door to door?" "No, is that what the job is?" "Yes." "Well, thanks any way, but I don't think I'd like selling." She turned around, got into her car and drove away. "She didn't have the personality to be a sampler. No sense wasting her time or ours." Five more minutes passed before another car pulled up, and a woman of about thirty stepped out. She was fairly short, maybe five one or so, but she had a nice body, and she carried herself well. She asked to see Mr. Davis too. "I'm Jim Davis. Do you like beef jerky?" "Yes, especially the teriaki flavor." "How about pepperoni sticks?" "Not really that much." "How about smoked beef sausage?" "Like Hickory Farms you mean?" "Do you like their sausage?" "Yes, but it's expensive. I've tried it at the malls at Christmas time." Jim reached into his big cooler and pulled one of his out and sliced it into two equal halves. He cut off a sample and offered it to her. "Try this and let me know what you think." She took a small bite, tasted it, and then took a larger bite. "This is really very good. Better than Hickory Farms." "It's cured with brown sugar, and then smoked over maple wood chips for a long time. It costs $14.95 for three pounds. Would you like to buy one?" "No, I'm afraid that's more than I can afford. It was very good though." "What's your name?" "Ellen Cantrell." "Are you from around here Ellen?" "Yes, my husband and I have lived here for three years. He is a machinist, but he hurt himself, in a car accident, and has been on disability for the past four months. I came here looking for a job." She seemed upset, thinking that she'd been tricked maybe, that Jim had only brought her there to try and sell her a sausage. "Do you have any children?" "Just one, Ricky. He's six years old." "Ellen, this is Barry, our local office manager. He'll take you out and show you what you will be doing for us." "Can you tell me a little bit about the job first?" "I could Ellen, but it would be better to go with Barry and find out for yourself what it entails. I'm already satisfied that it is something that you will do well at, but you have to pass muster with Barry, or I can't hire you." She looked confused, and a little nervous too. "Hi Ellen. I know how you're feeling. It wasn't that long ago that I was in your position. It's really worked out well for me so far, and I bet it will for you too. Let's go out for an hour so I can show you what we do. If you don't like it, or don't think it's for you, I'll bring you right back here, and there will be no harm done. If you do like it, you'll probably be making a hundred dollars a day from now on." "Is it a sales job?" "Ellen, do you remember how Jim had you taste the sausage? Well, that's what we do. People taste it, and those that like it, and can afford it, we sell it to them." "I've never sold anything in my life." "There has to be a first time for everything. Come and watch me do it. You don't even have to try it yourself, if you don't want to. There aren't that many jobs around here that pay a hundred dollars a day. It would be silly for you to find one, and then not even look at it to see if it fit you." "Just for an hour?" "At the end of an hour, you'll at least know whether or not you're interested. If you aren't, I'll bring you back to your car." After she finally agreed, I got her into my car and we drove over to an office complex that I knew about. These were small businesses, usually with no more than five or six employees. Dental clinics, parts houses and wholesale distributors. I showed Ellen how to wear her bag and put three jars of jerky and three pepperoni cans in it. I threw ten sausages in my bag and we walked down to the end of the buildings to begin. It took me five or ten minutes to get warmed up and to make my first sale. I talked to Ellen after each call, letting her know that giving out the samples was more important than actually selling anything. She got a little bit excited when we went into a real estate office, and three of the women who worked there bought sausages. One of the men, I think the broker, bought three jars of jerky. He said that he was a hunter and that he had lots of friends who hunted and loved beef jerky. He opened a jar while we were there, and helped me by giving pieces to all of the women there. I sold two more jars of jerky because of him. In that one office, I sold eight units. An hour went by, and Ellen didn't say anything about wanting to quit. We worked until one o'clock and then I took her to lunch and we shared a pizza together. I let her pick the toppings. We both drank Cokes. For the morning, I had sold sixteen and a half units. "What do you think Ellen? Could you give out samples like I did?" "I don't know Barry, it looks easy when you do it. Doesn't it bother you when people say no, or when the boss comes out and tells you to leave?" "Not at all. I know that people like my product. All I do is give out as many samples as I can. Remember that one office where the boss told us to leave? That women ran after us and bought a sausage? If it wasn't good, she wouldn't have gone to all of that trouble. Think about all the places that didn't ask us to leave, and all the people that enjoyed getting a free sample." We ate the pizza and I explained to Ellen about pretending that you were someone else, so that you didn't take the rejection to heart. While we were sitting there, I looked Ellen over. I had found out that she was only twenty eight, although she looked older because of how she dressed, and the way that she styled her hair. "You will do a lot better sampling guys Ellen. After lunch, we'll go over to an industrial park I know, and you can sample. I'll hold on to the bag with the pepperoni and jerky for you." "I don't know if I could do it Barry. I'm already nervous just thinking about it." "Could you use some extra money coming in Ellen? I've already made over seventy dollars today just from this morning. That's pretty good for three hours of work. I know that you can do as well if you just relax and give out some samples. You have to kid around a little bit and joke with the people, like I do. Don't take things too serious. When you were in high school Ellen, did you like to flirt with guys? That is something like what this job is, flirting." "I'm married Barry, I don't flirt anymore." "Before you were married, did you like to flirt?" "Innocent flirting you mean, right?" "Sure, innocent flirting, just enough to get a guy's interest, or to keep it. That was fun for you I bet." "I flirted a little when I was in high school. All the girls did." "When you flirted, did the guys like it? Did they pay attention to you?" "Mostly." "Well, that's what we'll do this afternoon then. You pretend that you aren't married, that you're back in high school, and that you're just out seeing how many guys you can get to taste your sausage. Don't even try to sell, just sample, and we'll see what happens, okay?" "I don't think Tim, my husband, would want me flirting Barry." "Maybe not Ellen. But, he's at home, collecting disability, and you're out here trying to make some money so that your family has the things that it needs and wants. We're not talking teasing here, just a little innocent flirting. I bet you've done a little flirting even since you've been married." She blushed a little bit, but didn't say anything. "You know that a little innocent flirting is fun, and nobody gets hurt by it, right?" "I'll have to see. I'm not exactly dressed to be out flirting with guys." "You look fine, Ellen. Just be your natural self, pretend that you're single for the afternoon." She looked over at me, and I saw her considering what I'd said. "Tim's at home, it's just you and I, and I'm interested in seeing how well you can do passing out samples today. That's all I'm going to be noticing, how well you manage to sample our product." "Tim gets jealous if I even say hello to one of our neighbors. If he thought I was out flirting with a bunch of guys, he'd never let me do this job." "Well, I promise I won't tell him. A girl needs to have a little fun when she's out working. Tim is going to like the money that you'll be bringing home. He probably won't ask too many questions, at least until you get your money things all caught up. He probably is more worried about that then he is about whether you talk to some guys." "Well, I guess we can try it and see how it goes." We left the restaurant, after I paid, and I drove her over to this industrial park. When we got there it was about two fifteen. "Normally, we don't start until two thirty, but you'll probably take a few minutes to get comfortable with the newness of everything. I don't want you carrying more than five sausages and your sample. I don't want you getting tired on me. Now, remember, you aren't twenty eight year old Ellen, married, with a six year old son. This afternoon, you're Trixie, fresh out of high school, and trying to have some fun and still make a little money." "You're bad Barry, don't encourage me to get wild." "Don't get wild Ellen, just a little flirty and relaxed. Pass out those samples and let the guys try to flirt with you. You don't have to be too encouraging, just don't be too stodgy with them." "What's stodgy mean?" "Stiff, uptight, old." "Do you think I'm old?" "No Ellen, I think you're hot. Let that come through and you'll be running out of product before we're done here." She smiled, obviously pleased that I complimented her that way. For the next three hours, I watched Ellen change right in front of my eyes. She started out slow and nervous, until she had her first success at a shop that did auto electrical repairs. There were two young guys who worked there, and the owner, who must have been about forty. He was sucking in his beer gut and being a big shot in front of Ellen and his two employees, even going so far as to buy a jar of jerky for himself, and one for each of his two employees. He told Ellen that he'd buy all of the sausages in her bag if she'd go out with him. She told him that I was her boss, but that maybe another time she'd come back when I wasn't training her, and they could discuss it. He bought three sausages right after that, and gave Ellen his business card so that she wouldn't forget where his business was located. By five thirty, Ellen had sold more than twenty five units, and we were all out of beef jerky. She was winding down from her high in the car heading back to the warehouse. I wasn't sure what had gotten her going more, making all of those sales, or the attention that she was getting from all of those young men. I could literally smell her excitement. Her pussy must have been pretty wet for me to smell it like I did. When we got back to the warehouse, Jim wasn't there, so I settled the money up with Ellen in the car. I just gave her the $125.00, and told her that I was throwing in the sample expense as my welcoming gift for her first afternoon of working. "I had so much fun Barry. I can't believe how much they bought." "I can't believe how much you changed while we were out there. By the time we quit, even I thought you were Trixie. You were really getting into it too. I could tell." "How could you tell?" "I have my ways." "Really Barry, I'm serious, how could you tell?" "I can smell that you're excited." "Oh my God! Tim's going to kill me." "Today, when you get home, tell him that you really have to pee. Then, you can use a wash cloth and rinse off. Tomorrow, bring a change of panties with you. We have a bathroom in the warehouse where you can change to go home. There's nothing wrong with what you did today. A little harmless flirting, that's all. Think of the money you made Ellen, that's what's important." "You must think I'm terrible Barry. It's just that I almost never get out to see anyone, we never go anywhere anymore. Maybe I'm just a little starved for some male attention." "Is Tim taking good care of you at home?" "Not with his back all messed up now. All we ever do is me giving him head. I have to do myself at night after he's taken one of his sleeping pills. I shouldn't even be telling you that." "Maybe you'd be more relaxed and less tense if you got off before you go home. Less chance of Tim getting suspicious." "I couldn't cheat on Tim Barry. I was only flirting today, and I already feel guilty enough about that." I put my hand on her knee, and gave it a squeeze. "Are you sure? I'd like to make you more relaxed, really. Just with my fingers Ellen, while we wait for Jim." "I can't Barry. I'd be too embarrassed." She hadn't made any move to remove my hand from her knee. I began to stroke her leg, back and forth. I reached my hand underneath her dress and brought it back up on her bare knee. Still, she made no move to stop me. Within two minutes, I had slowly worked my fingers up until they were touching her soaked panties. "Barry, you should really stop now." I slipped a finger under her panty leg and felt her hair, and the wetness in her crotch. My finger found her opening, and I started sliding it in and out just a little bit. "Just for a minute, and then you have to quit." She opened her legs and laid her head back, giving herself over to the finger banging that I was giving her. It didn't take too much longer, maybe three minutes, before she came. After I removed my finger, I handed her a clean oil rag that I had in my glove box. She used it to wipe herself with. I've got to go Barry. I'm so embarrassed." "Don't be embarrassed, nothing happened. We went out and sampled some sausage, and we both made some money. Be here tomorrow at nine, and we'll make a lot more. You feel more relaxed now Ellen, don't you?" "Too relaxed, Tim is going to suspect something." She got out of my car and went over to hers and started it. She didn't even look at me as she drove by me. I wondered if I hadn't made a big mistake doing that to her. Well, I'd enjoyed it. Next time, I'd try for one of those blow jobs she said she gave her husband. Of course, that was if I hadn't scared her off with the finger fuck. Just a few minutes after Ellen left, Jim pulled in with his white van. He opened up the rolling door and pulled his van inside. I was going to bring in the two coolers, but Jim told me to take them home and to freeze the plastic ice inserts. I asked him what to do with the left over sausages, and he said that he'd take them to the butcher shop when he dropped his leftovers off. When we settled up, I told him about how much Ellen and I had sold together. He was impressed with the numbers. I told him that Ellen was afraid that her husband might not let her continue selling for us. "That's your problem now Barry. People come and go in this business. You just need to make sure that you sell at least seven hundred units a month to keep your franchise. As long as you do that, and keep my money coming for the product, I don't really care who is doing the selling. Every time you order, I'll be shipping one hundred eighty sausages and thirty six jerky jars and thirty six pepperoni cannisters. The freight cost to you is $75.00. I'm going to take inventory right now of how much we have on hand of each product. Tomorrow, I'll introduce you to Al, and get you a set of keys to the warehouse. I'll get the deposit slips for my local checking account. You need to put in some money every day Barry, so we'll know that you're still working. My wife gets nervous if there isn't a lot of activity in the accounts." "How much money are we talking about Jim?" "Like today Barry. The money we just settled up with? That would be your deposit. My wife would get a copy of the deposit slip in a couple of days, and she would be able to tell how many units were sold. You use forty units, you deposit $360.00 in the account. As long as your orders are matching up with your deposits, she'll keep shipping. If they get out of balance, then we know there's a problem. I'm coming back through here in three weeks anyway. This is our way of keeping things straight when I'm not around. As soon as you have all of your product that's here paid for, you own this franchise. After that, all you have to do is keep ordering and paying for seven hundred units per month. Simple, right?" The next morning, Ellen was already there when I came by at eight thirty. I parked and got out of my car, and she got out of hers, carrying a small bag besides her purse. Jim was already working inside. "Well Ellen, Barry already told me how well you did yesterday. It looks to me like you're going to do quite well in this business." "Thank you Mr. Davis. Barry is a good manager. It took him awhile to talk me into even trying to do it. I liked it though, once I got started. Can I use your restroom for just a minute?" Jim pointed back towards the office and she walked back that way. "Once we get her started Barry, you and I need to go by the bank and over to the storage place for the sausages. We have to both sign for the inventory on hand. I'm leaving my van here for now. I might take it with me on my next trip through, if I'm going somewhere close by." When we get done this morning, you can drop me off at my motel room. I'm trying to get my flight changed to late this afternoon if I can." Ellen came out of the restroom dressed in an entirely different outfit than she was wearing when she went in. This one, that she was now wearing, was much more attention getting. It showcased her figure, something her other clothes certainly hadn't done for her. I loaded her up with thirty sausages and twelve jerkys and six pepperoni sticks, and told her to stay South of the circle and East of Main Street. Jim had already told me that I had to assign territories to the different samplers or else they'd all be "Cherry picking". "What did your husband think of the money you made yesterday Ellen?" "I didn't tell him that I get paid everyday Barry. He thinks that I'm working as a product demonstrating assistant. If I told him that I was selling, he would get suspicious." "That's probably good thinking on your part. I'll be here after five thirty to check you back in. Jim's flying out this afternoon to Denver, so it will just be you and I. Wait for me if I'm a few minutes late, okay?" "Don't be too late. I told him I'd be home by seven tonight." "You look very nice Ellen. Good enough to eat." "What do I do if I sell out? Before five thirty I mean?" "You make sure that you're here at five thirty so that I can congratulate you, and give you your prize." She smiled at me and got into her car and took off. Jim took me over to the butcher shop to meet Al, the owner. He seemed like a nice guy, happy to have rented out space in his cooler. Jim and I went in and counted up the sausages that were in there. Jim set it up with Al that I could bring stuff in and take stuff out whenever I needed to. He told Al that I was the new manager of the operation here. After we left the meat shop, we went to the bank, and Jim gave me a whole book of pre printed deposit slips that already had everything but the deposit amounts filled in. He gave me a page that was filled with names and phone numbers. He had his home phone, his business phone in Oregon, and the phone numbers of all of the offices that were already opened around the country. He had offices in Florida, Texas, Arizona, California, Oregon, Washington, Utah, Illinois, Indiana and Ohio. There was a number for the sausage factory and another for the jerky plant. He told me that the pepperoni sticks were made at the sausage factory. "Barry, I'll call you at home and give you my number when I get settled in Denver. You can call me at night, if you have anything that you need to talk to me about. I'll be calling you often enough, just to see how you're doing here. Talk to my wife about all money things and shipping schedules. Her name is Valerie. Try to have at least three other employees working by the time I get back. Do you have any questions?" "What about the coolers, the bags and the knives?" "You've got to buy coolers and bags and knives for your people. I left the five bags and the three coolers that I brought with me, but you need to have your own bags made, and buy your own coolers too. Any good steak knife will work on the sampling. I'll expect you to take care of all the bills when they come due. If you work hard here, this can be a nice business. Treat it half ass, and you'll lose it that quick. You need to set the example for your crew. First one there in the morning, last to leave every night. Don't worry if some of them out sell you, just make sure that you get at least fifteen units a day for yourself. Don't loan anyone money, they'll always fuck you. Don't screw any of the girls, they'll think they have a free ride and want special privileges. If you have doubts about anybody, fire them. Don't wait for anything to blow up in your face. You are responsible for all bad checks, so make your people get identification on the back, driver's license at least. Any more questions?" "What about business licenses, things like that?" "That's something you have to look into, and take care of. I never got around to it. You also need to file for a DBA." "I guess I just need the keys then." He handed me three keys. "One is to the front door, one is to the lock on the roll up, and the other is to the van. You can use the van to go to the airport and pick up your shipments. Replace the gas after you use it. Take me back to my motel now. You're in charge here now Barry, and I'm hoping for good things from you." We shook hands, and I drove him over to his motel and went back to the warehouse. It was almost eleven months before I saw Jim Davis again, and that was only because he had called me and asked me to come to Houston and help him straighten out a mess that he had there. ------- Chapter 23 I was sitting at home, it was the next Saturday, trying to think of how I wanted to proceed with hiring and training two more samplers. Ellen had slacked off from her first day sales results, selling about twenty units per day for the next three days. She and I hadn't fooled around any more since that one time, although she continued bringing a change of clothing with her every day to work. She had purchased several new outfits for herself, and asked me if it would be okay to leave them in the closet in the front of the office at the warehouse. She had also gotten her hair cut and styled, and now looked about five years younger than before. On Friday morning, she had prepaid for twelve sausages, and took fifteen, along with a case of jerky jars. She told me that she would pay for the rest of her product on Monday morning, because she had somewhere she needed to be Friday afternoon, and wouldn't be back for the check in and settling up at five thirty. It was about nine thirty that Saturday morning when Walter showed up at the house with little Walter. He hadn't told anyone that he was coming back, or about little Walter being with him. He introduced the boy to our mom and dad, and to me, telling us that Carla had agreed to let him watch the boy on Saturday's, when she had to work. It was pretty funny watching Walter as he took his son up to his bedroom and showed him all of his stuff from when he was a boy. Walter set up his old electric train set, and the two of them played with it on the floor of Walter's bedroom. At about three thirty, Walter got the two of them ready, and drove back over to Carla's apartment. When he got back home again, he was pretty quiet, taking his train set apart and putting everything carefully away. After he had spent an hour or so in his room, he came over to my bedroom. "You were right Barry, about Carla and the money for little Walter. She's been having a tough time making ends meet with her job, and trying to raise him all by herself. I told her that I can give her three hundred a month from now on." "He looks like a pretty neat kid Walter. So, are you going to be getting him every Saturday?" "Only when Carla's working, which is every other Saturday. I figured that I'd wait until she gets more comfortable with me being around little Walter, and then maybe ask if I could take him to some places on Sunday's too. Just to the movies and the park, stuff like that." "Are you making any progress with Carla and you?" "No, I don't think that's going to be happening. I tried to say something, but she got mad and cut me off. I'll wait until things are more settled with little Walter and I before I talk to her about things like that again." "You know Carla, Walter. She's always had this thing for you. If you stay in touch with her, she'll come around. The problem is, if she does come around, will the two of you make it this time, or will the same thing happen like the last time?" "You're right. I've been thinking about that too. Right now, standing here, I think I could be faithful, but I don't know how I'd feel if I got a chance to bang another girl. I don't think that I'm the type of guy who can ever be faithful for a long time." "Maybe Carla has the same problem. She seems to enjoy a little variety in her life too. Maybe you should have an open relationship, where both of you can screw around if you want to." "I don't want a wife who sleeps around on me." "Carla probably doesn't want a husband who fucks other girls either. I was just saying that, if you both have this problem with staying faithful, that might be a solution for you." "I don't want to talk about that anymore Barry. What did you think of little Walter? He's pretty smart for three years old. I told Carla that she should put him in preschool next year, to give him a leg up on kindergarten." "It couldn't hurt. How much does it cost?" "That's a good point, I have no idea. I'll check into that. If it isn't too expensive, maybe I'll just offer to pay for it. You know something Barry? You have a good head for stuff like this, always thinking about things that normal people don't think of. I think I'm going to use you for a sounding board, so that I don't screw things up with Carla and little Walter." "Yeah, like I'm so successful in my own relationships." I went back to my own room, maybe a little bit jealous of Walter and Carla. I knew that Carla was really trying to get back with Walter. I figured that maybe I could help Walter to not screw things up so fast this time. I was doing it for little Walter more than either of his parents. I spent a good part of the afternoon thinking about Audrey, wondering how she was doing, wondering whether she was even still in town. That was how I started thinking about Cindy, and about knowing where she worked, or used to work at least. I had tried Audrey's old phone number on Tuesday, but a man had answered and told me that he'd had that number for the past three years. I made up my mind to sell sausages in Cindy's work area on Monday. If she was still working there, I'd find her. She would certainly know where Audrey was. I figured that was my best chance, and felt good that I'd remembered where Cindy worked. On Sunday, I went to the mall and bought myself some new clothes for work. I needed casual, but nice. "Hey Barry, fancy meeting you here." It was Kiki Elder. She had put on a few pounds, and her boobs had filled out some. She looked pretty good. "Kiki, my little love Goddess. Still coming to the mall to find your excitement?" "Only because it still works. Where have you been? I haven't seen you in about five years." "I went into the Air Force after high school, and I didn't make it back here too often. I'm back now though. Are you still a carpet muncher? Or, did you switch sides again?" Kiki laughed. "I'm not too particular Barry. I guess you could say that I'm open to any opportunity. I haven't seen Dana since she ran off with that homecoming queen three years ago. You heard about that, right?" I hadn't spoken to anybody in a long time, Especially about local gossip. I told her that I hadn't heard. She asked me to buy her lunch and she'd tell me the whole story. I took her over to the food court and told her to get whatever she wanted. I had two slices of pizza and a Coke. Kiki bought Chinese food with a root beer. "It was three years ago. Dana and I were both through with school, of course, but we still hung out together some. We both saw other people, but we still fooled around together from time to time. She was simply the best muncher of them all." "I know she was. The first time I saw her in action, I couldn't believe it. She really ate pussy. I was surprised there wasn't blood when she got done." "Tell me about it. Anyway, there was this really cute junior at the high school, she was the Homecoming Queen, that came into the dress shop where Dana was working. She came into the store to buy her homecoming dance dress. Dana waited on her, helping her to find the dress, then helping her to try it on. It was right there in the fitting room that Dana went to town on that poor girl. No one knows how she got the girl to let her, but the two of them went at it right in the dressing room. There was so much screaming from that girl that Dana's boss came in and caught the two of them. She fired Dana right on the spot, and threatened to phone the police because the other girl was a minor, only about sixteen years old. That was the last anyone saw of the two of them. I still miss Dana. Just thinking about her right now has got my motor running." "So, what are you doing to make money now Kiki? I figured that you'd be a librarian, or else work in a bookstore. I remember how you always liked to spend time reading in the library." "I work at my dad's hardware store. I hate it, but he lets me come in late and doesn't get too pissed off if I call in sick. The pay really sucks though. I'm still living at home, can you believe it?" "Ha, I'm still at home too, and so is Walter. Where else can you live so cheaply, and still get your food and laundry taken care of? I'm going to get my own apartment soon though. Walter likes living at home. He might never move out." "I remember Walter, especially that last time. I never did get to fuck him that day. You still owe me a Walter fuck Barry." "I can probably arrange something for you Kiki. Of course, there will be the usual charge." "I already paid you the last time." "Yes, but you are the one who left without getting fucked by Walter. You didn't want to let Dana out of your sight, remember?" "I was just teasing Barry. I'd do you again." "Now, getting back to business. How much do you make working with your father? The reason that I'm asking, is that I have a job that you'd be good at, and it would give you a chance to get out and meet people and have a good time." "What is it? Amway? Insurance? Prostitution?" "How much is your father paying you?" "A hundred and fifty dollars a week." "I bet you'd make that much a day, on some days. Kiki, with your personality, and your natural friendliness, you can't miss at the job I have for you." "Tell me about the job Barry." "I can't tell you, I have to show you. Can you take a day off from your father Kiki?" "Sure, but I'll lose my pay if I do." "I guarantee you at least fifty dollars for the day, plus a nice lunch, and I'll take you to a nice motel and fuck your socks off right after lunch and then again after five thirty." "I don't like fucking on a full stomach Barry. It's uncomfortable." "We'll have a nice fuck first then, and then we'll go out to lunch. After work, we'll have another, and then I'll take you to dinner too. That is all included, along with the fifty buck guarantee." "If you just want to fuck me, I'd rather not have any money changing hands Barry. I still consider myself an amateur, and I wouldn't want to give that up." "Kiki, the job is what you'd be paid for. The fucking, and the meals, that wouldn't affect your amateur status at all. Tell you what, I'll get a bottle of booze for the room and we'll make a night of it. Ask your dad for two days off, and tell him that you'll be going out of town for a job interview. We'll go over to Indiana, where no one knows us. Some people get nervous their first time. We'll have to come back to my warehouse Monday afternoon and Tuesday morning though." "You have to tell me what it is Barry. I'm not going through all this trouble without knowing what you want me to do." "Kiki, it's something that I do myself. You have to see it. If I try to describe it, you aren't going to understand it any better than you do right now. You are perfect for this, and you'll love doing it. I make more than a hundred dollars a day doing it, and you'll probably do better than I do. If you're that happy working with your father for thirty bucks a day though, I understand." "Monday and Tuesday, and you'll guarantee me fifty dollars a day, plus feed me and pay for the motel?" "Plus, fuck your socks off too. Don't forget that part." "Okay, I'll trust you. If I hate it though, I'm coming home on Monday, all right?" I gave her the address of the warehouse, and told her about coming around to the back. I asked her to meet me there at nine o'clock. I got her phone number again, and gave her mine, in case something came up. The next day, Ellen was there before nine and went in and changed into another outfit. She settled up with me for Friday, and took out thirty sausages and two cases of jerky and one case of pepperoni. I told her that I'd see her at five thirty, back at the warehouse. She left right before Kiki pulled up in her car. I had brought thirty sausages, eighteen jerky jars, and twelve pepperoni stick cannisters. We hopped into my car, and I drove us the forty minute drive over to Indiana. All the time we were driving, Kiki kept trying to get me to tell her what we would be doing. I finally had to tell her that she was going to stand behind me and watch as I went around talking to people. That was all that I'd say. We got to a big town and I drove around until I got to a big industrial park. We parked, and I got out the blue bag and put three jerky jars and three pepperoni stick cannisters in it, and put it over Kiki's shoulder. I got ten sausages loaded up and cut one in half. I cut off a small slice and offered it to Kiki. She peeled off the casing and popped the whole thing into her mouth and started chewing. "What do you think?" "It's good. Kind of like Hickory Farms, but sweeter." They are $14.95 for a three pound sausage. Take a look at the jerky and pepperoni. They are $14.95 too. We sample the sausage and show the jerky and the pepperoni to people. Here, in this kind of park, the people we're talking to are usually young guys. They are mechanics and clerks, but they all like flirting with young pretty girls. I'll do all of the sampling, you just show them the jerky and the pepperoni, smile, and let them try to flirt with you. Listen to what I say, watch what I do. This afternoon, you'll be sampling and I'll be showing the jerky and the pepperoni." "Barry, I never sold anything before." "Kiki, the products sell themselves. All you have to do is give away the samples, and make change when they buy things. You have to talk with them, but you would do that anyway, because you're a friendly person. Let's get started. You follow me, and just watch until I tell you to hold up the jerky and pepperoni." We started out with a sale right away. Kiki was a little embarrassed at first, and wasn't smiling or relaxed. I told her to pretend that she was someone else and not to worry about what these people thought because we'd probably never see them again anyway. By eleven, I'd sold about eight sausages and Kiki was moving around showing the jerky and having little conversations with guys who were hitting on her. Twice, she sold product, once a jerky jar, and the second time, a jerky and a pepperoni. I had to make change for her. By twelve, she was relaxed and having a good time. We finished at one and I told her that we could either get a room or go to lunch. She chose lunch because she had a lot of questions she wanted to ask me. She was having a problem containing her excitement. To her, this was like having a good excuse to walk around meeting guys. That was the one part of working for her father that she enjoyed, that a lot of guys came in and tried to flirt with her. "So, how did we do?" "Well, I sold sixteen sausages, five jerky jars and one pepperoni. You sold three jerky jars and a pepperoni. We've used up half a stick of sausage in samples. The important thing is that we gave away so many samples. The next time that someone comes through here, people will remember how good our products are and they'll tell others, and we'll sell even more." "When will someone else come through here?" "I don't know. People ask, and we tell them not for six weeks. It might be that nobody ever comes back here. Do you think you can do the sampling now? I'll be right behind you with the jerky and pepperoni." "How much do you make with every sale?" "For each unit, you make five bucks, but you have to pay for your own samples yourself." "You made a hundred dollars already?" "Yes, plus you've made twenty bucks yourself, and haven't even started sampling yet." "Is it like this everyday?" "It has been for me. I do better with women than men, but having you along with me helps my sales. Guys buy the sausage hoping that it will impress you. You should see it sometime when there's about eight or ten guys all trying to make an impression." "The way some of those guys were acting, you'd think I was something special. I don't get that kind of attention from guys usually." "That's partly because they aren't used to having a girl come to their work. If you weren't young and good looking though, you wouldn't get so much attention." We had a long, leisurely lunch, and went right back to that industrial complex afterwards. We ran out of sausages at four thirty. We had sold ten jerky jars and five pepperoni Cannisters too. We called it a day and drove back to the warehouse. We got there at five twenty, and Ellen was already waiting there for me. I checked her leftovers back in and settled up for what she had sold. She had sold fifteen units, but admitted that she had only really worked for about three hours, and had been shopping the rest of the time. I introduced her to Kiki, and they talked for a few minutes while I got things straightened out, and put the sausages back in a carton to take over to the meat market for storage. Ellen went inside the office for a few minutes and came back changed into the outfit that she'd changed out of that morning. I filled out a deposit slip and put it in an envelope and put it through the night depository at the bank, and then drove over to the butcher shop and dropped off the sausages. Kiki and I drove over to a nice motel, and I went in and registered and paid for the room. It was after six thirty, and Kiki and I were both hungry, so we went out and had a nice spaghetti dinner at this Italian restaurant that we both liked. "Well, Kiki, what do you think? Do you think you can do this?" "I can't believe we both made over a hundred dollars, for like five hours of real work. Can I wait until after tomorrow to let you know my final answer Barry. I want to make sure that today wasn't just a fluke or something." "Sure, take your time. You met Ellen. She sells about five units an hour. Her problem is that she doesn't like working as well as she likes shopping." "Barry, she has a new boyfriend. She told me that she spends half her day over at his place fucking him. She met him that first day that she worked for you. She also warned me that you might try and get fresh with me too. She said that you tried to get into her panties the day that you trained her. Is that true?" "I don't think that that's accurate at all. I did check to make sure that she was excited by the job, that's it." "And, was she excited by it?" "Yes, but I was able to calm her down with a little finger action." "I'm excited about the job too, Barry, but I was hoping for something more than a finger." "I was hoping for something more than that too Kiki." I settled up the bill and we drove back over to our motel room. I had already told my parents that I wouldn't be home for a couple of days due to training commitments. Kiki was just as sexy as I had remembered. We had a very good time, but it still wasn't the same as when I had made love to Audrey. We wound up doing it twice more that night and she gave me a wake up blow job, early in the morning. I got ready quickly for breakfast, but Kiki took her own sweet time so that we had to rush our meal in order to stop by the meat market to get the sausages, and still get to the warehouse by nine o'clock. Ellen was waiting for us, and went inside to change as soon as I rolled up the back door. I put thirty sausages, and two cases of jerky, and one of pepperoni, in and on her cooler. Kiki and I drove over to another town, about twenty miles away and we spent the whole day working different sides of an industrial park. I sold twelve units in the morning, and another fifteen in the afternoon. Kiki sold ten units in the morning, and seventeen in the afternoon. She sold ten units in this one auto body shop where about twelve guys were standing around drinking beers after five o'clock. It was mostly jerky and pepperoni that she sold there. She had used up one unit of sausage with her sampling. I'd used up half a unit, and had sold most of the other half for six dollars right when I was ready to quit for the day. I'd only given away about ten or twelve samples from it, but I was happy to sell it anyway. We got back at about five til six, and Ellen was waiting for us. She had worked all day apparently, and had sold twenty six units. She and Kiki went back to the office bathroom, and were gone for about fifteen minutes while Ellen changed outfits. They were both laughing about something when they came walking back to where I was. I had less than one case of sausages to return, and my deposit slip was all filled out and ready for deposit. "Ellen wants to come back to the room with us and have a drink Barry. Why don't I ride over with her while you take the sausages to the storage place, and then make your deposit? We'll meet you back at the room." Of course, I suspected what Kiki was up to, but that wasn't a bad thing as far as I was concerned. "How about if I stop off after the deposit and pick us up some pizza and some beer?" "That sounds good to me. You like pizza Ellen?" Ellen said that she did, and we decided on the toppings for the pizza before they left. I took my time, allowing Kiki an hour alone with Ellen. When I got to the room, both girls were naked under the covers, and the room smelled like someone had been fucking in it. "Hi Barry. Guess what you just missed out on seeing?" Kiki got up and went over and took the pizza box out of my hands and brought it back to the bed to share with Ellen. I opened three beers for us and went over to the bed and sat down. Ellen tried to stay covered when she sat up, but finally decided that she couldn't do that and eat pizza at the same time. Her breasts were nice, but they did have some sag to them. Her nipples were prominent though, and looked like they'd been sucked on recently. Kiki ate two slices of pizza, and then put her head under the bed covers and started eating Ellen. At first Ellen seemed uncomfortable about me being there, but she seemed to get used to me, at least after Kiki had brought her passion up to a certain point. She had lain her head back on the pillow after putting a half eaten pizza slice back in the box. She did lift her head up twice to take a drink from her beer can. Kiki stuck her head back out. "Did you take all the sausages back Barry? I know where one would be welcome right about now." I got behind her and started fucking her. Ellen just watched as Kiki went back to work on her pussy. After about five minutes, Kiki pulled forward off of my dick. "Fuck Ellen now Barry, I want to watch you." So, I did. We did it missionary position. I moved back after a time and threw her legs up and did her while I laid on my side. Kiki moved over and straddled Ellen's face and made Ellen eat her out. I came pretty quick from watching that, but left my dick right where it was, and watched as Kiki worked towards her own orgasm. At some point, my cock got hard again, and I resumed my fucking of her. At about eight o'clock, Ellen and Kiki went in and took a shower together. I was too tired to get up and go with them. Ellen got dressed and left, and Kiki crawled into bed and snuggled up next to me. We both fell asleep. I woke up Wednesday morning from getting another blow job. As soon as she saw that I was awake, Kiki swung her legs over my head and lowered her pussy down to my face. Not a bad way to start your morning. After awhile, I changed us around again and fucked her as hard as I could. I remembered that she and Walter had really gone at it hard and fast that one time when I heard them when Walter was still in high school. Kiki really seemed to get into that, and she had a strong orgasm while we were doing it. I didn't last very long either. "That's a very good way to start your morning Barry. I need to get cleaned up and go see my dad at the store. I don't think he'll make me give him two weeks notice or anything, but I should stay there until he finds someone else. Can I still have the job if I can't start for a week?" "Kiki, you've got the job, no matter how long you take. It's an open invitation for you." "Thanks Walter. I would feel bad if I left my father shorthanded. So, how did you like what we did with Ellen yesterday? It was her idea you know? She used to do girls before she got married. Said she liked threesomes too." "It's always fun to do stuff like that once in awhile, but not as a steady thing. Too complicated if you try to have a three way relationship. Of course, it helps that you and I are both a couple of sluts." Kiki laughed. and poked me in the belly. "I prefer to think of myself as being extraordinarily friendly, not a slut." "That's right. You're very friendly. It's just me who's the slut." "Don't forget it either. It isn't nice to call me a slut." "I'll try to remember Kiki. I wouldn't want to offend you." "You know what I've always liked about you Barry? Even though you always knew about my reputation with guys, you always treated me like I was just a normal girl. I appreciated that back in high school, that you could make a distinction between who I was, and what I did. Most guys never could do that." We stopped talking after that and went in and took a shower together. We parted ways at about eight o'clock in front of the warehouse. Kiki promised to call me that night and let me know how thing had gone with her father. Ellen showed up a little bit after nine o'clock and asked for only fifteen sausages and one case of Jerky. She paid me for the twenty one units, telling me that she wouldn't see me until the next morning. I went out with forty five sausages, thirty in my coolers and the rest in my bag and one of the case boxes. I sold twenty three units, but I didn't work too hard either. One of my big sales came in a beauty parlor where I sold nine units right before lunch. I was a little tired from the two days before, and knocked off at four, and took care of the deposit and things before heading home. I called Jim's wife and ordered a container of new product when I got home. She seemed nice, and told me that she was getting deposit confirmations from the account every day. I told her that I hadn't heard from Jim, and she laughed. She told me that he'd be calling me soon, and that I'd soon wish that he didn't. She said that he got lonely on the road, and that he entertained himself by calling all of his people, all around the country, and talking to them for hours on the phone. She told me that her phone bills were only one third of usual, when Jim was on the road. His expenses on the road though, were high, mostly due to his phone charges. Kiki called me at seven, and told me that she and her father had hired her replacement and that she would start work for me the following Monday. I asked her if she wanted to do anything with me on the weekend, but she said she wanted to get everything done that weekend so that she would be ready to really get a good start on her new job. I told her that my parents would be over at my sister's house from noon Saturday until late Sunday, watching her kids, because my brother in law and sister were going to some insurance convention in Las Vegas for the weekend. "I thought if you came over here, Walter and I could double team you. If you don't want to, I guess I could call Ellen." "You and Walter are going to be home all alone?" "Yes, sad isn't it? He and I don't usually play well together, but you might help us cum together." "What would we do?" "Everything." "Walter knows that you're asking me?" "No, I only just thought of it. You want to hold on and I'll ask him if he wants to double team you?" There was silence on the other end. "Barry, maybe this isn't such a good idea. I've never been with two guys at once." "Don't worry Kiki. I wouldn't let him stick that big old dick of his in your shitter. At least, not before I had a chance to open it up some." "It isn't that. It's that you already think I'm a slut. This would just prove it to you." "You are getting too weird for me now Kiki. How would this prove that you're a slut? We've been together in Walter's room before, doing things, plus we had Dana and you doing things at the same time. Why would this be that much different?" "I don't know, but it would be. I could come over and do something with you, or with Walter, but not both of you. Not at the same time. Would that be okay?" "No, Kiki, it wouldn't. Let's just forget about it. I'm not in the mood anymore. It probably was a bad idea." "Barry, you're an asshole. Don't you know that a girl isn't going to say that she'd like to be fucked by two guys at once? You have to get her hot first, and then spring it on her, when she's already too horny to object. Do I have to teach you everything?" "So, do I ask Walter if he wants to help me fuck you or not?" "I'll be over at your house Saturday afternoon, to see you Barry. That's what I'm coming over for. Maybe I'll be in the mood to have some fun with you, maybe not too. Are you going to take me out to dinner Saturday night?" "Kiki, if you come over here Saturday afternoon, Walter and I are both going to fuck you until you walk funny. I don't want to play games with you about that. If you don't want to do that, then I'll come over to your house Saturday night, and you and I will go out for something to eat, just the two of us. Those are the choices." Kiki hung up on me without saying anything. I went into Walter's room and talked with him. "You remember Kiki Elder Walter? I ran into her last Sunday at the mall." "Yeah, I remember her. The last time I saw her was when my leg was all messed up and you brought her and that Dana chick over. So, how is old Kiki? She still like being fucked? Or did she stay with that dyke Dana?" I told him the story about Dana and the Homecoming Queen. He got a good laugh out of that. "I hired Kiki to work with me. She's really going to be good at it. She's going to start working next Monday. I told her about mom and dad going over to Diana's for the weekend, and asked her if she wanted to come over here, and you and I would double fuck her." "I'm taking Carla and little Walter out to dinner Sunday afternoon Barry. I don't think I should be messing around with another girl right now." "I didn't know Walter. That's good news, how did you manage to get Carla to agree to that?" "She called me, and asked me if I'd want to do that. What time was Kiki going to come over on Saturday? If it was early enough, maybe I'd have time to recover and be ready in case anything good happens with Carla the next night." "I'm sure we could get her here at like two, fuck her until about six, and then we'd get cleaned up, and I'd take her out to dinner or something. You could get a good night's rest, turn in early." "That sounds all right then. We just have to make sure that Carla never finds out. She might stop letting me see little Walter if she found out that I did something like that. You know how she is." I had stopped wanting to hurt Walter several years before. It hadn't even been in my mind before he said that. Old habits die hard though, and I did think about it right after he said it. There wasn't anything good in it for me though. If I made sure that she found out about it, it would just be me being vindictive against Walter, hurting him just because I could. I really wanted Walter and little Walter to get together. Carla and Walter, maybe I had some doubts about that, but it wasn't my concern. I wanted Kiki to stick around and sell product for me too. There was at least a chance that she might say something to Carla, if the two of them ever met again. "We couldn't be sure that Kiki wouldn't say something to Carla, if they happened to run into each other at the mall or something." "You can't live your life always being afraid of everything Barry. Chances are that they'll never see each other again. Let's do it. Kiki was a good little piece, and I've been doing without for awhile now." Same old Walter. He was probably right, but I'd make sure to tell Kiki not to say anything if she did happen to run into Carla. I went to my bedroom, and called over to Kiki's house. "Hello?" "Kiki?" "Hi Barry. Did you call me to apologize?" "No, just to let you know that Walter is practically salivating at the prospect of seeing you again." "I told you Barry that I wasn't going to do that." "He only has from two until about six, after that, he needs to rest, so I thought I'd take you out to dinner and maybe go to a club after or something. Do you dance?" "Barry, don't you ever listen to people? I'm not interested. I'm not coming over there and I'm not going out with you afterwards either." "Do you remember how fat Walter's dick is? Almost as big around as one of those sausages. I hope he doesn't stretch your pussy out too bad. I kind of like it just the way it is." She didn't say anything, but I could hear her breathing. She hadn't hung up. "Look Kiki, if you really don't want to do this, I'll just call someone else. You're still planning on showing up at the warehouse on Monday, right?" "Barry, what am I going to do with you? I try to light your path, so that you can see where you should be heading, but you insist on going the hard way, through the brush, weeds and rocks. Don't you ever just go the easy way?" "Kiki, you're wasting your breath on me. I knew that you had a thing for Walter, and I knew why you did. I just don't see any need for all of us to pretend. I don't want you getting mad at me, but I also don't want us to have to pretend that things like this are accidental. You want some of Walter's fat dick. Walter wants some of your nice pussy. I want to put my dick in your ass and fuck you while Walter's fucking you. If it makes you feel any better about it, we can turn on some music and pretend that we're all just there to listen to it." "We might have had a good time, and done all the things that you wanted Barry. If I went over to your house now, after talking to you again, I'd feel like a big slut. I told you that I don't want to think of myself that way." "So, will I see you at the warehouse on Monday?" "I don't know. This has kind of ruined it for me wanting to have anything more to do with you." "Suit yourself. If you want to play games and delude yourself, that's your problem, not mine. Behavior is behavior, putting one name or another next to it doesn't change anything. I hope that you show up on Monday, because I know that you'd like selling the products, and you'd make a lot of money doing it. If not, goodbye Kiki, have a good life." ------- Chapter 24 On Thursday I got Ellen set up with her product, and then I went over to where Cindy's office was. I found out that she had quit about three years before, but no one remembered where she might have gone to work. Scratch the one lead that I was sure would pay off for me. For some reason, the disappointment at not finding Cindy had brought me down to the point where I didn't feel like working. Jim had warned me about this, telling me that, once you began finding reasons not to work, you were through in the business. The more that you gave into the urge, the harder it would be to ever get back to selling successfully. I went back to work. I had a terrible day, managing to sell only fourteen units, but I kept at it until five thirty. I refused to give in to my desire to quit. At the end of my workday, after I had checked Ellen back in, made the deposit, and dropped off the remaining sausages, I felt better about things. I hadn't quit. I was listening to Walter at the dinner table. He was telling all of us all about his plans for Sunday's date with Carla and little Walter. He had talked Carla into going to the zoo before going out to eat, and had made reservations at a restaurant near the zoo. Walter was all excited, and his enthusiasm had both of my parents beaming. Walter was the one that they most worried about, followed closely by me. At least, I'd managed to stay out of trouble with the law. During a pause in Walter's discourse about his plans for Sunday, my mom asked me how the new business was coming. I told her that it was going well, and that I had one good employee and another starting on the following Monday. I wasn't sure that Kiki was going to start, but I didn't mention that to her. "There's another girl that I went to high school with that would be perfect for selling for me, but I can't find her. I went by the place her mom used to work, but she left there a few years ago and nobody knows where she went. I tried calling her old number, but someone else has it now." "Did you check the phone book to see if there is a new listing?" As soon as my mother said that, I knew that I should have tried that first. I excused myself from the table and went into our kitchen to get the phone book. I looked under Draper, and there were two listings that might be the ones I needed. One was for an A. Draper, and the other was for a C. Draper. The A. Draper was in a town about twenty miles from our town. The C. Draper was right in town, so I decided to call it first. A man answered, and told me that he was Clarence Draper. For some reason, I didn't want to try the other number right away. I think I felt like I'd be too disappointed if it turned out not to be Audrey. I wrote the number down on the pad my mom kept near the phone, and returned to the dinner table. "Did you find her?" "I've got a possible, but it's over in Hamilton. It's probably not her. I'll try it later though, because it might be." "Did she have any friends that she might keep in touch with?" I immediately thought of Brenda, and went right back into the kitchen. I found four listings for Cabot, Brenda's last name, and one of them was at her address. I called the number and got Brenda's mom. She told me that Brenda had gotten married and moved to Chicago with her husband. She gave me Brenda's phone number after I told her that I had known Brenda in high school and had dated one of her friends, Audrey Draper. "I remember Audrey, a very sweet girl. She was one of Brenda's bride's maids when she got married two years ago. I'm sure that they must still be in touch. Here's Brenda's number." Well, I was closer than I had been. I felt like I could call the A. Draper number in Hamilton now. If it wasn't her, at least I still had Brenda to call later. I dialed the number. "Hello?" I would have recognized that voice anywhere. It was Audrey. "Hey Sasquatch, how have you been?" "Barry! Oh, this is a surprise. Where are you calling from?" "I'm at home. I just got out of the Air Force a few weeks ago. I've been looking for you." "Really? I moved when my mom got remarried and went to Kansas with her new husband. He's a real asshole. I'll have to tell her that you're back in town. She liked you even more than I did." "Well, that's the thing Audrey. I liked you more than I thought I did. I think I made a big mistake letting you get away from me." "I'm kind of living with a guy Barry, for the past year. We're even talking about maybe getting married." "Do you love him?" "I think so. He's quiet, and he treats me good." "I'm loud, and I want to treat you bad, and make you do nasty things again." "You never treated me bad Barry." "I started a new business Audrey. I'm making good money at it too. I've got two girls working for me, one of them is Kiki Elder, do you remember her?" "I remember her, she used to do it with any guy. Didn't she have that thing with Dana?" "Yes, that's her. She makes over a hundred dollars a day working for me. She and I and Ellen, my other employee, just had a threesome together the other day, right after work. The problem is, with the two of them, and with all the girls that I ever fuck, none of them do for me what you were able to do." "What was that?" "Make me love them." "That's sweet Barry, but I've got someone else now." "Does he make you do bad things?" "No, he isn't like that. I've changed too Barry." "Does he know about how you used to be, the things that you did back in the old days?" "He knows enough Barry. I didn't give him all of the details. He's pretty conservative. He knows that I was a little wild in high school." "Audrey, I know it all, and I still love you. Not in spite of it either, but because of it. I really want to make you do all the things that we did back in high school. But, for now at least, I'll just have you do them with other girls, not any other guys. I like watching you with other girls, getting nasty with them." "Barry, we were just kids, experimenting with things. Now, we're adults, it's different." "I want you Sasquatch. Tell me that you wouldn't like to feel my cock sliding in and out of your pussy again, with your face buried in a nice, juicy, pussy." "Ken is going to be home soon, and I need to get him his dinner. It's been good talking to you Barry, but please don't call me anymore, okay?" "Does Ken let you eat pussy Audrey? Does he fuck you as good as I used to? Does he whisper nasty things in your ear when you're riding his dick?" "He's coming Barry, I've got to go." She hung up the phone. I had found her. I went back to the phone book and copied her address down. Tomorrow was Friday, and I'd be working in Hamilton. My dick was in a full, and very painful erection. I had known before the call, how much I missed Audrey, but this was just another confirmation of that fact. I had to have her again. Everything else, paled in comparison to that. I was going to fuck Audrey again, and this time, I wasn't going to back off because I was worried about whether I was getting to be worse than Walter. I was me, not anyone else. Walter kept trying to change himself, to resist being who he was. Well, fuck that. I'd be me, and then we'd just see how it all turned out. I called Kiki at home. "Hey Kiki, are you still mad at me?" "I'm more disappointed than mad Barry. You have this streak in you that likes to force things on people. I find that very unattractive in a man." "Well, that's just how I am. I like having things my way. Do you remember Audrey Draper?" "Yes. A very pretty girl, with a nice figure. Didn't you and her go out for awhile in high school?" "We did, until I tried not being a jerk with her. She needs someone like me to make her life interesting. You seem to like being more of an equal than she needs to be." "I like maintaining at least the facade of innocence Barry. I don't like innocence itself however." "She likes being made to do the things that she really wants to do, but is too afraid to do on her own." "Is she going to do you and Walter together Saturday?" "Would it bother you if she did?" "No, but it would mean that I wouldn't be there, and I was kind of counting on being there." "Kiki, you and I would get along a lot better if you just put yourself in my hands. What I say I'm going to do, isn't always what I end up doing. If I hadn't known that you have a thing for Walter's big, fat dick, I wouldn't have invited you over that way. You've already fucked both of us. Just, never both together. I don't see what your problem is." "I was going to do it, I wanted to do it Barry. It's just that a girl likes to have some illusions about herself. Once I did it, after that, it would be easier the next time. You don't always have to announce what you want Barry. You can just lead into it slowly." "So, why all the fighting and the anger? If you wanted to do it anyway?" "Remember when I told you that I liked the way that you treated me in high school? Too many people called me a slut and a whore right to my face. You didn't. I like to do all of the nasty stuff Barry, all of it, the nastier the better. But after I do it, I want to be treated as a regular person. You used to do that, even when you knew that I was pretty nasty. I didn't want to lose that with you." "Kiki, you don't understand me. Compared to the kinds of things I'm capable of thinking up, and then doing, you are perfectly normal. I wouldn't ever look down on you for the things that we did together. I just don't like to pretend that we aren't going to be doing those kinds of things. You can always say no, and refuse to go along with something if it doesn't appeal to you." "You are nasty Barry. You don't have to talk about it and advertise that fact." "True, are you going to come over here Saturday at about one thirty so that Walter and I can fuck you senseless at the same time?" "Well, since you asked me so nice, I guess that I will." "That's good Kiki. Listen, the real reason that I called you is that I might need you to help me get Audrey back. She has a weakness for eating pussy while she's being fucked." "Does she also have a weakness for being eaten while the other girl is getting fucked? I like reciprocity Barry." "Do ducks like water?" "Is pig pussy poor?" "Do bears shit in the woods?" "I'll see you at your house, Saturday at one thirty. Tell Walter I'm really looking forward to having him fuck me again." "What about me?" "You can fuck him after I'm done." "Bitch." ------- Chapter 25 Kiki arrived at our house at one thirty, right on time. Walter and I were both in the living room waiting for her. Walter pretended that he was having cold feet and might back out of it, but that was just Walter. He could resist anything but temptation. Kiki was looking good. She had obviously gone to a great deal of trouble getting ready to come over here and be fucked by the Glass brothers. I got up and went to the door to let her in. Walter was staying on the couch, trying to be coy. I brought Kiki in and put her on the couch and went in to the kitchen to get her a beer. Walter and I were already on our second beer apiece. "So, Kiki, what brings you here today?" I handed her her drink, and went over to sit in my dad's chair. Walter only knew what I'd told him. He wasn't aware of the difficulties that Kiki and I had gone through to get to this point. I was smiling as I looked at her expectantly. "You told me that Walter was here Barry, and it's been a long time since I've seen him. I thought I'd come over and see if he still remembered me." She wanted to play. Well, good, I always liked to play too. I'd just see how far she'd take it. "I guess I'll go upstairs then and let you two catch up on old times. It was good seeing you again Kiki." She didn't even pay me any attention when I got up and went upstairs to my bedroom. She was good at this, I could see that I'd have my hands full with her. I stayed up in my bedroom for an hour, but no one came upstairs. This was getting ridiculous, I thought. Besides, I told myself, I wanted another beer anyway. I walked down the stairs, and Walter was alone, watching television. "Where's Kiki, Walter?" "She went home. We were talking, and I showed her some pictures of little Walter, and a few minutes later, she remembered something that she had to do, and just left. I thought we were going to fuck her together Barry, what happened to that?" "She was probably disappointed when I left Walter. You know girls, they always have one guy that's their favorite. If I'd known that she wouldn't fuck you alone though, I'd have hung around long enough to at least get her going for you. I'm sorry Walter." "You know, I was really counting on getting laid today Barry. This is some bullshit thing of yours, right? Did you set this up just to have a joke on me?" "Walter, we aren't kids anymore. Why would I go to that much trouble? I really think that Kiki might not have felt right about doing something that might come between you and Carla. She already had a fight with Carla over you back in high school. Did you tell her that you and Carla were still married?" "I told her that we'd been separated for a long time. I don't think that's it Barry." "It's little Walter then. You know how women are about little kids. She probably thinks of you as a father now, not some hunky guy she used to fuck. Look, I'll call her later and find out what happened, okay?" "That still doesn't help me now Barry. I was counting on getting some today." "Call Carla, Walter. Tell her that you were thinking about her and little Walter, and you wondered if the two of them would like to go get a pizza with you." "I need the rest of my money to pay for tomorrow Barry." "I'll loan you twenty bucks Walter. Go ahead and call her. Ask her just like I told you to though, for her and little Walter to go out to get some pizza." Walter got up and walked into the kitchen. I heard him talking on the telephone. Five minutes later, he came out and asked me if he could borrow thirty bucks instead of twenty, because he needed gas for his truck. I lent him the money. He went up to change and get ready for his date with Carla and little Walter. Now, I was home all alone, and out thirty bucks besides. After Walter left, I picked up the phone and called Kiki. She answered on the first ring. "What the fuck was that all about Kiki? Running out on Walter and I like that?" "Fuck you Barry. Why did you get up and leave like that? Was I supposed to drag Walter upstairs, and then beg you to fuck me too?" "I thought you said that it would be easier if I let you work yourself up for it first. That's why there should be one person in charge of things like that. Now Walter's all pissed off at me, and has left in a big huff, and I'm all alone here with nothing to do." "It's your own fault Barry. We could have had a real good time together, the three of us, if you hadn't insisted on being so funny." "I told you exactly what I was trying to do Kiki. It isn't my fault if you don't even know your own mind. If I'd been doing things my way, you'd be bent over double right now, with two big dicks in you." "Your dick isn't exactly what I'd call big, Barry." "That's a low blow Kiki. I need you to come back over here again. I want you to call Audrey for me, and tell her that we both want to fuck her." "I'm not going to call her Barry. I hardly even know the girl, and haven't seen her for years and years." "This is business too Kiki. I need her to come to work for me. I'm setting up a harem of sausage selling sluts. Except for you Kiki, you'll be my sausage selling nice girl, who just happens to like to get a little bit nasty once in a while." "We should look for Dana too, Barry. You're only one guy, and you don't have that much stamina, if you ask me. With Dana, your harem would be kept content." "Dana did Audrey even before she did you Kiki, did you know that? She was a champion. I wouldn't mind having her around again." "I'll come over and call Audrey for you Barry, and let you fuck me too, if you want to, but you've got to promise that we'll try to get Dana too." "Do you miss that carpet muncher so much Kiki?" "More than you and Walter combined, Barry, and that's the truth." "Come on over and make the call then. I promise to try and find her for the harem." Kiki came back over, and she and I went upstairs to my room for awhile. I really enjoyed doing things with Kiki, but not like I did with Audrey. After I had eaten Kiki to a couple good orgasms, and cum twice myself, I had her call Audrey. I dialed the number, but Kiki held the receiver. "Hi, is this Audrey? This is Kiki Elder. Yes, I remember you too. Barry wanted me to call you and tell you about this job that he has for you. He's laying right next to me on his bed, listening to us talking." Kiki listened for a few seconds and then handed me the phone. "Barry, I asked you to please not call me." "I know that you did, Sasquatch. You might just as well ask the sun not to shine. If I really believed that you loved that guy, Ken was it? I'd leave you alone. I don't believe that though. How could you love someone that you can't be yourself around? I blame myself for letting you go the first time. It was the stupidest thing that I've ever done. I won't ever make that mistake again Sasquatch. You come back to me and I promise to humiliate you everyday. I'll make you do some really nasty things. This time, it will be because I love you, and because I want you to be happy." "I already told you Barry, I've changed. Those things don't affect me that way anymore." "I've just gone to all the trouble to fill Kiki's pussy up with two loads of my cum for you. Do you mean to sit there and tell me that I did that for nothing? Kiki is laying here with her legs held up in the air, just hoping that you'll come over and lick it all out of her. I love you baby, I'd do anything to make you happy and get us back together. Kiki and I are going to try to find Dana for you. Well, for you and the other girls." "I saw Dana last week Barry. She lives less than a mile from me." "You saw Dana last week? What's she doing?" "She owns her own dress shop here in Hamilton. Kathy Fromach and she live together. I doubt if you could get her to cheat on Kathy." "But, if I could, would you like to spend some time with her between your legs, Sasquatch? Do you miss that nasty dyke?" "I'm sure it's not going to happen Barry. If you somehow made it happen, I guess I wouldn't mind. She was the best at what she did." "If I get you Dana, would you let me fuck you after she gets done eating you?" "If you get her, I guess that I would." "What about that guy, Ken, Sasquatch? Are you going to dump him, just like that?" "There is no Ken, you asshole. I just didn't want to get back into doing all the things that you would make me do." "Not would Sasquatch, will. All the things that I will make you do. How long will it take you to drive over to my parent's house?" "I'm not coming Barry." "How long?" "Don't make me get started again Barry." "If you don't get here in half an hour, I'm going to make Kiki take a shower, and wash out all of my cum. Is that what you want Audrey? To drive all that way, and not get some of my cum for your trouble? How long?" "I need to get dressed. Don't let her shower, I'm coming." "I love you Audrey. This time it will be different. I'm going to treat you better, and make you do things that you thought you'd never have a chance to do. Now get your big ass over here." I hung up and waited nervously for her. Kiki tried talking to me, probably hoping to distract me, but Audrey was all that I could think about. After fifteen minutes, I called her back. I let the phone ring fifteen times before I hung up. Each time that it rang and she didn't pick it up, I felt her coming closer to me. I stayed up in my bedroom, making myself wait rather than going downstairs and watching for her through the window. I heard a noise downstairs, like the front door opening. I went out on the stairwell, but it was only Walter. I went back into my room to put on some clothes, so I could go downstairs and ask him why he was back so early. I heard the doorbell ring, and then heard three shots being fired, one right after another. I opened my door and saw Walter leaning against the side of the door. In front of him was Audrey, my Audrey, and she was holding some kind of a pistol. She dropped the gun and ran back to her car. I heard her tires as she backed out of our driveway and drove away. I waited a few minutes, for Kiki to put some clothes on, and to make sure that Audrey wasn't going to come back. That bitch had meant to shoot me. I called 911 and reported that my brother had been shot, and told them who the shooter had been. They asked if my brother needed an ambulance. I told them that he was laying in the doorway, and that he hadn't moved for the past fifteen minutes. They asked me to go downstairs and check on him. I told them I'd be happy to go check on him as soon as they told me that they had that crazy woman locked up somewhere where she didn't present a danger to me. I heard the sirens blaring, as the police and an ambulance approached our house. Walter was dead of course. Three bullets in the chest. They said any one of them might have killed him. My parents blamed me. Like I'm supposed to know that Audrey had gone crazy and would do something like that? We found out later that Carla and Walter had gotten into a fight because Walter looked at one of the waitresses at the pizza place. Carla blamed herself for what happened to Walter. I didn't really blame anyone for it. Walter had been a victim of his own bad karma. Kiki never showed up for work on Monday. I guess that she took Walter's death a lot worse than you would have thought. She seemed to blame me too, saying that I should learn to take no better from people. Audrey was arrested, and told some cock and bull story that tried to make it seem like it was my fault that she killed Walter. She claimed that it had taken her years to get her life straightened out after her time spent with me. It's funny she never mentioned anything like that to me. I never did anything but love that girl. It isn't my fault that she needed a strong hand to bring out her natural bent for sexual behavior. Well, some people will just blame anyone but themselves. With all of that excitement, I almost lost my business. Luckily, after Jim heard that Walter had been shot and killed right in front of my eyes, he decided to let me have another month to get things straightened out. I had to find my own place pretty quickly, my parents wanted me out of their sight. It worked out all right though, because that just meant that I had to work harder to get everything done. By the end of that one month grace period, I was back at the top of my game. I had four girls working for me, including Ellen, and we were selling about three hundred units a week. Audrey was given seven years for killing Walter. She was sent upstate to the women's prison. I've written her a few times, letting her know that I didn't have any hard feelings about things, and telling her that I'd hold a job open for her after she got out. She hasn't ever returned any of my letters. I'm not sure that they let her write to people. I miss her, now that I've forgiven her for what she did to Walter. It's funny that the only girl that I've ever allowed myself to love, would end up trying to kill me. I also go by to see Carla and little Walter once in a while. I just want to check up on them and make sure that things are okay with them. I help Carla out financially too, making sure that she has everything that she really needs. I'm sure that she takes some comfort in knowing that Walter's brother is looking out for her and her son. She doesn't always act that grateful for all the things that I've done for them though. Sometimes, I have to show her the proper way to express it. I always wait until little Walter is asleep before I do those things with her. He's too young to find out what a big slut his mother is. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2005-12-02 Last Modified: 2006-01-24 / 05:36:49 pm ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------