Chapter 4
And Leslie was the talk of the team.
"Did you get a fucking look at that babe?" the quarterback said to his center one day in the locker room after practice.
The boys were muscular and they were hung and they hid their hardened cocks from each other as they talked about the new cheerleader.
"I saw them," the center said. "They're gorgeous." The quarterback grabbed his hard cock and walked off into the steamy shower, muttering. He did not want to beat off in front of his teammates.
They had all seen them and them was Leslie, or, rather, Leslie's tits.
She wore nothing more than a tight sweater to all the cheerleading practices and all the guys stopped by from time to time and watched the girls practice. Her tits bobbed up and down when she moved. She wore only a sweater over them. The sweater was very tight and her nipples got hard and excited when the fabric of the sweater rubbed against them. Her nipples pointed out against the sweater. Her tits bobbed. The guys watched her and they got hard ons. Leslie watched them get hard and she smiled. Her mission had been accomplished. She was going to get the team up inside her. She knew it.
She was very happy and she had only two things to worry about: Jerri Hall and Amos Burd or Beem or Baylee. She had never bothered to find out his last name. She did not yet know that Jerri was a problem. But she was very aware of Amos. Amos did not want to give her up. That he had a big, big prick was hardly consolation enough for Leslie. She wanted more than big cocks. She wanted prestigious ones. And Amos did not happen to possess a particularly prestigious cock. "I might as well go out in your back yard and go down on the hogs as take you up my cunt," she said to him one day.
He slapped her when she said that. The slap rang out very loud. His hand left red imprints across her face. She stared at him. She neither cried nor complained. Her face was cold and stern and impassive. He sat in the front seat of his brother's fifty seven Chevy. His pants were down around his knees and his hardened cock wilted.
He looked at her red, stinging face, where his fingers had left wide marks against her skin and he began to cry. "I'm sorry, baby," he said. "Oh, I'm sorry." He fell over into her lap. "I didn't mean to hurt you." Tears ran down his cheeks. He rested his head in her lap and put his arms around her waist. "I love you," he said. "I always will. You got to forgive me. You just got to."
Leslie was deeply repulsed. She wondered how she ever could have made the mistake of hitching up with this Okie from New Jersey. His body shook and his sides heaved. He was wracked with sobs. He pressed his head hard into her lap and hugged at her. "Please, forgive me, baby," he said. "You got to. You got to forgive me." She could never forgive him. She could never forgive him for being ignorant and poor and lazy and acned. She could never forgive him for farting out loud and smelling like cow shit and picking his nose in movie theaters. She thought about his cock and realized it was not enough. It was big and juicy, but that was not enough. She wanted a big, juicy, rich, good looking cock with a Trans Am and a car stereo and a lot of prestige and authority. Amos's was not that cock. Over the years she had fucked him, she had come to detest everything about him except for his cock and that was the only thing that kept them together. His cock was the only thing that kept them together all that time. She had had most of the other native cocks her age in the town of New Haana and while some of them were bigger than his and some were more artful, she preferred his cock.
It was just chemicals, she guessed. She did not really know what it was about his cock that made her like it better than any other she had ever known. She had to get rid of that cock, now and find others. She was sure that there were other cocks every bit as good as his and hanging between the legs of far more desirable men. For instance the football quarterback looked to have just that kind of cock.
From the bulge in his pants, she imagined that he had quite a nice cock. And he also had a Trans Am. She wanted him very badly. She wanted to sample the entire team. She could hardly do so with this albatross of a cock tied around her neck. She had to unload him. "Baby," she said. She stroked his hair and tried hard not to recoil. She wanted to convince him. "Baby," she said, "you know I love you and I want you and I lie awake at night and dream about you." She stroked his hair mechanically and curled up her nose, but she forced herself through the routine. She had to do it.
"Baby," she said, "you have the greatest cock in the world and you know how I like to suck it." He groaned and shifted his thighs. His cock got hard. "But here is the truth. The truth is I got to swear off men for awhile, now, honey." She said whatever came into her head. She made it up as she went along. "You see, I got to go into the works of God. I learned that at the high school." Amos frowned. Fucking school ruined everything. He himself had only just gotten through the sixth grade and he was always losing friends to the goddammed high school. He didn't see what good the place ever did, except to make people think better than they ought to. "You see I learned at the high school that men and women ought not to do such things as we have been doing and I want God to accept me, because I plan to enter into the house of God, as a profession."
She could not believe that she was saying these things to him.
She could not believe that he was lying with his head in her lap and accepting them as truth. For once, she was grateful that he was so stupid. "What we do together isn't wrong and I don't regret doing any of those things and I have enjoyed them. But I have to stop, because God won't want me." Amos wanted to take her. He wanted to reach up and take her in his arms and make love to her like Elvis Presley did to Ann-Margaret in the movies.
He wanted somehow to convince her that he was better than God and that the two of them would always be happy together.
He wanted to win her love forever, to conquer her, to make love to her so well that he won her over.
He wanted her to cry and collapse in his arms and pledge her love to him forever.
But this is what he did.
He said, "Baby, will you blow me just one more time?"
Can it be that easy? she thought to herself.
"Blow me just one more time, honey and then I'll let you alone, I'll let you and God alone. Just promise me that you won't never do our stuff for God and if you decide to give him up, you'll come back to me first. I get first refusal." You drive a hard bargain, she said to herself. "Baby." she said to him, "we can still be friends." It was the kiss of death for their relationship.
Amos sat up in the seat and pushed his pants down to his ankles. His cock was hard. "You miss my weener?" he said. She hated that word. She had always hated the word. "You miss Little Amos?" She hated that even more. He called his cock Little Amos. At Lockwood High, she did notice that a lot of boys called their dicks weeners, or nickname them after themselves. "Of course I will," she lied. "I'll miss him a lot." She bent her head down to his cock. It stood up straight in the seat. It was thick and long. She licked his balls, first. His balls hung down low and they rested on the seat between his legs. They were big, hairy balls. She licked them. Her tongue was warm and it was wet. She placed the tip of her tongue at the outer edge of his sack and she found the ridge which ran up the middle of his sack and separated his balls from one another.
She moved her tongue up over his balls, in slow, upward strokes, tracing the line which ran down between his balls. She licked over and over and his balls contracted. The balls pulled up tight against his hips, until they fairly disappeared under the shaft of his cock. She licked the shaft. She started at the base of the underside of the shaft and she licked up it. She slid the tip of her tongue from the base of his cock to his glands.
She tapped her tongue on top of his glands and slid the tip of her tongue down into the slit on top of his glands. He sighed. "Oh, yes, baby," he said. "I like that." She pressed his cock against his stomach and held it there and she licked from the base of the cock up to the glands, over and over again. She pressed very hard and applied as much pressure as she could. She lingered at his balls at the beginning of each upward stroke. She licked his balls. His balls were hard and rubbery and wet and they were hot. She ran her tongue up his shaft once again, from the base of his cock at his balls to his glands. She ran her tongue over his glands. He shivered.
"Oh, yes, baby. Oh, Jesus, yes."
He wondered whether or not he ought to mention Jesus now that she was giving him up for God, but her tongue made him forget. Her tongue licked his glands. His glands was very sensitive. The skin was soft and tender and when she licked his glands, it felt to him as if someone were sandpapering the tip of his weener. He thought she was sandpapering his weener. "Oh, careful, baby, be careful," he said. He flattened his palms and put them out at his sides and begged her to be careful. She slid her sandpaper tongue over and over on top of his sensitive glands. She tasted the juices that bubbled up out of him. He tasted good and salty and hot. She slurped and smacked her lips. His cock throbbed with desire. She nibbled his cock. She clamped her teeth down on his cock, just below his glands. She held his cock in her front teeth, her incisor teeth, the teeth meant to cut things and to bite things off.
She tampered for a moment with the idea of biting off the tip of his cock. She thought that it was surely a solution to her problems, for good. Yet she thought better of the idea. She did not bite of the tip of his cock. She nibbled slowly down his cock. She started at the tip of the cock just beneath the glands and she nibbled.
She chattered her upper and lower incisors together and she worked all the way down the shaft of his cock, from the tip to the very base. Her teeth left little marks all up and down his cock, little red teeth marks. She brought her lower jaw up hard against the underside of his cock and she moved her mouth slowly down the shaft and nibbled. She sunk her teeth in harder and harder as she approached the base of his cock. "Careful, baby, careful," Amos moaned. He held his palms out and he was ready to grab her head and hold onto her in case she bit him too hard. He was terribly, terribly excited. The muscles in his ass tightened and his balls ached. Leslie nibbled back up his cock, from the base to the tip. She did it slowly and she did it a little harder.
Amos yelled.
"Easy, baby, easy," he yelled. He was on the edge, just on the verge of grabbing her head and making her stop. But he didn't stop her. He didn't stop her, because it felt very, very good. All the muscles in his stomach tensed and the nerve endings in his groin were completely on end. The hairs at the back of his neck stood up. He was a completely erect being. Everything about him was erect. Any minute now, he expected her to sink her teeth into his cock and end his sex life forever. She didn't. She didn't bite off his cock, Little Amos, although she very much wanted to. She took him into her mouth, instead. She swallowed him. She took a deep breath and she lowered her mouth down onto his dick.
His cock reached all the way back to her tonsils. She thought that she could feel it against her tonsils. She liked that. She liked to have his cock in the back of her throat. It was a very big cock. She sucked on it. She let it sit inside her mouth and she sucked on it as if it was a piece of penny candy, or a Sugar Daddy. It was a jawbreaker and she took it in her mouth and sucked on it. She pressed her tongue up against the underside of Amos's cock and she drew in little sucks with her lips and swirled saliva over his cock.
It was in her mouth like a toilet plunger down in a toilet bowl. The suction was like that. His cock and her tongue and his juices and her saliva formed a suction, insider her mouth. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her mouth. She could have taken his pulse, if her lips were sensitive enough. His cock throbbed and blood pumped into it and it ached. Amos thrust his hips up towards Leslie and panted. He could feel all the blood and the fluids in his cock pressing hard up towards the tip of his cock. His cock ached with desire. Leslie slid her mouth up and down Amos's cock. She pulled her mouth away from his cock, dragging her bottom teeth against the underside of the throbbing cock and then she went down on him again and swallowed him. His cock hit up against her tonsils when she swallowed him. She pumped up and down on him and he groaned. She took her mouth away from his cock.
"Stand up," she said to him.
Amos stood up on his feet. His knees bent and his head pressed up against the roof of the car. His naked ass pressed back against the driver's seat. His balls hung in the air and his cock danced. Leslie slid under him. She contorted her body and moved around in the car so that her mouth was directly under Amos's balls. "Now lower your balls into me," she said to Amos. He lowered his body, slowly, until his balls dipped down into Leslie's open mouth. Leslie clamped her teeth shut around his balls and she sucked on the two, meaty, rubber things. She slid her tongue over them and she lashed at them, at the balls and she rolled them around in her mouth and nibbled at them. Amos moaned. "Oh, baby, yes," he moaned. He sure as hell was going to miss her. Maybe he could teach his dog the same trick.
She sucked on his balls and she reached her hands up to his shaft and grabbed it. She grabbed the base of the shaft of his cock and she squeezed very hard. She circled her palm around his cock. She pulled up on his cock, sliding her encircled palm from the base to the glands and she pulled all the loose skin of his cock up towards the tip. All the loose skin of his cock bunched up in her hand and smooshed up towards his glands. Then she pulled her hand back down to the base of his cock, pulling all the loose skin with her hand. She pumped up and down on him like this, over and over again and he breathed in short gasps. His gasps were irregular and there was a long time between one gasp and the next gasp.
Leslie slid the index finger of her free hand up Amos's asshole. She plunged the finger right up into his asshole. Her finger did not get very far up into him before it met with some resistance.
The muscles in his asshole tightened and pushed against her finger. She pushed back and her finger and his muscles worked against each other. She sucked his balls and batted the big meaty things with the tip of her tongue. She pumped up and down on the shaft of his cock.
She shoved her finger farther and farther up into his asshole and pushed against the muscles in his rectum. He held his palms flat against the ceiling of the car and his hips bobbed up and down and he breathed irregularly and yelled.
"Oh! God! Oh! Uh! Christ! Oh! Ah!"
His hips bobbed up and down on top of Leslie's index finger and his cock throbbed and his balls ached and his asshole quivered and pumped and his palms were hard and flat against the roof of the car and his head hit the roof, thunk, thunk, thunk as he bounced up and down in the seat.
His thighs were tight and they were sore. He could feel the muscles in his thighs, tensed and exhausted.
His face was contorted and his eyes were shut. His heart beat very fast and he breathed irregularly, in little gasps. "Oh no," he said. "Oh my God. Oh, no, no, no." She plunged her finger up into him and she nibbled and sucked his balls and pumped on his cock. He was hard and excited and ready to go.
She felt him near orgasm and she slowed her movements and let him hang for a few seconds in expectation. "Oh, no, baby, please," he panted. "Please, please don't stop." He pushed his hips down and tried to pump onto her index finger. She let him have it hard up the ass. She pushed her finger hard up his ass and bit into his balls and pumped up and down on his cock two or three times in succession.
He shot semen up to the ceiling of the car. It spurted out of him like a geyser. His balls trembled and the muscles in his asshole pushed down hard at her finger. His asshole contracted and pushed, and contracted and pushed with each spurt from his cock and it pushed her finger all the way down out of him. He hollered. "Whoa! Hooo, boy! Lollapalooza! Jimminy cricket!" He hollered and he panted and he concentrated on the feel of his cock shooting hot semen out of him onto the ceiling of the car.
Leslie pulled out from under him. He did not come down for quite awhile and he panted and his tongue hung out of his mouth. "The last time," Leslie said. "Oh, baby and the best." On their way home, they agreed that they should not see each other at all any more, on account of how it would be too much of a temptation for her just to look at him. She suggested some girls she thought he might like, some whom she knew were reputed to give good head and go down easy and she laughed off his suggestion that he would remain celibate until the day he died, unless she came back to him. He kissed her once and let her off down the road from her house-her parents still did not know about them- and they had a tearful good bye and as soon as she saw him drive out of sight, she jumped in the air and shouted.