Chapter 8
The house was his for the weekend. Anse Newton lived in the locally famous converted barn on Teetertown Road, next door to the summer cottage of a nationally prominent television talk show host. The Newton home had been featured in Good Housekeeping and in the New York Times Magazine section. Anse and his three brothers, Jeff, Ronnie, and Ricky, shared the loft of the barn, formerly the hay mow. They had been allowed to paint it any colors they chose and they furnished it with a pool table and decorated the ceiling with a pop art collage, which they made themselves from old Life magazines. It was a very, very groovy pad and the Newton boys were renowned for their wild parties, just as their parents were renowned for the fact that they allowed their children to do exactly as they pleased at these parties.
They smoked dope. They snorted cocaine. They played Pink Floyd's "The Dark Side of the Moon" and Emerson, Lake and Palmer's "Brain Salad Surgery" very loudly on their expensive stereo system and they invited a lot of girls who gave them blow jobs in the bathroom.
Anse was the youngest of the Newton boys. His brothers were all off at college, or in the Marines and one of them moved to San Francisco and declared his homosexuality, although Anse did not know that. His brothers were all on their own, now and Anse was the baby of the family. His parents bought him a Trans Am and they let him do pretty much anything he wanted to do.
The weekend of the big game, his parents were called away unexpectedly to his uncle's funeral. They were so remorseful about having to miss the game, that they promised Arise he could have the pre game party at the Newton house.
They gave him a free rein. "We trust you," his mother said. Anse was very lucky to have such trusting parents. All day Saturday, before the game on Sunday afternoon, Anse prepared his groovy pad. He stocked the refrigerator with cases of beer.
He had his own kitchenette in the barn loft and he emptied everything out of the refrigerator and loaded it with enough Budweiser to intoxicate the French Army. He cleaned up. He straightened out the pool table and even polished the balls. He contacted one of the boys on the team to make sure he was going to bring drugs.
He had everything set. The party was scheduled to begin at ten that evening and at nine o'clock he got into his wheels and drove to New Haana, where he picked up the star attraction, Leslie Bodant.
Leslie was ready. She was willing. And she was able. She had dressed camp. She wore an old, loose fitting house dress. It was several sizes too small for her. Under the dress she wore a black lace bra. The bra was clearly visible under her loose dress. As she walked, talked, stood and sat down, the dress billowed around her and revealed different portions of the bra, now the straps, now the cups, now the snaps at her back that held it precariously in place.
She wore black lace panties with a heart shaped hole right over her cunt. She had on stockings and a garter belt and she wore twenty year old, steel toed, ankle strapped, high heeled shoes, to which she wittily referred as "my come fuck me pumps."
She hardly needed to pass out invitations.
She had spread her mother's most expensive perfume into key orifices on her body and she smelled and looked very alluring. Anse wore his standard uniform of jeans, cowboy boots, sweatshirt and varsity jacket and he felt a bit under dressed next to his nubile darling.
"Oh, baby," he said, as she greeted him in the Trans Am, sliding her tongue back into his mouth, "you smell delicious. You look great. I feel like a bum."
"You feel like a man," she said. She put her hand on his crotch and squeezed. "I like a little dirt on my men." They drove in silence to the Newton home. Leslie had never been there, before. She was bubbling over with excitement at the prospect of finally seeing the famed Teetertown Road abode. "Oh," she said. "It's lovely." The bottom floor of the house was open. It was one big room, from floor to ceiling. When the renovations were planned, the designers decided to leave a portion of the barn completely open. They had removed the middle third of the hay loft, so that the very center of the building was open from the floor to the ceiling of the barn.
The second floor, where Anse had his pad, extended across a third of the ceiling and overlooked the main floor like a balcony. Across from Anse's loft, his parents had their rooms and these rooms also looked down onto the main floor in a kind of balcony like arrangement.
It was as if the designer removed only the middle third of the hay loft, leaving lofts to the left and right sides of the building and an open space all the way up the middle.
Leslie stood in the center of the main floor and tilted her head all the way back. She looked straight up to the ceiling of the barn, in which the designers had put a skylight. The moon beat down through the glass of the sky light and spread a pool of light over Leslie's features.
To the left and right of the barn ceiling Leslie observed the sections of the hay mow that had been preserved. "How do you get up to there?" she asked Anse. Anse pointed to two cast iron spiral staircases, at either side of the barn. "Climb up those," he said. "Which side of the loft is yours?" she asked. "To your left," he said. "Can we go up?" Leslie was very anxious to see Anse's digs. "We can go up," he said. "And then we can go down."
"Oh," Leslie purred. "I can't wait." Leslie bolted for the spiral staircase which led up to Anse's groovy pad. She circled around and around the staircase.
"Oh," she squealed. "This makes me dizzy." Anse stood under her and gazed up her dress. He could see different parts of her hips and groin as she twined around the stairs above him. He saw her ass, firm and fleshy under the black panties and he saw the whites of her inner thighs and he saw the lips of her hairy, bushy cunt. The lips of her cunt poked out through the heart shaped hole in her panties. "Me, too," he said. "Makes me dizzy, too." It was not the stairs that made him dizzy. Anse rubbed his crotch as he climbed up into his loft. He wanted to take her once before the rest of the team got there. He knew he would hardly have a chance alone with her once the rest of the boys caught the scent of her luscious pussy. "You have a beautiful cunt," he said. Leslie stopped in the middle of her flight up the stairs.
"Oh, thank you," she said. "Just to hear you even refer to my cunt makes me wet and hot and happy." She stopped where she was and slid one of her hands up under her dress. She searched around until she poked her hand inside the heart shaped hole in the crotch of her panties.
"My lips are hot just thinking about you, baby," she said. Anse positioned himself underneath her on the spiral staircase so that he could see every move she made with her hand inside her panties.
He stood right under her and got a clear shot up her crotch. "Go ahead and do that to yourself," he said. "I like to watch."
"And I like to do it for you," she said. She plunged both her hands inside her panties and parted her lips wide. Her lips were hot and wet and spongy.
"I think about your cock all the time, baby," she said. "I think about it in my sleep. I think about it when I'm cheering. I wonder what it looks like when you're tossing fifty yard passes." Her cunt was wide open. She pressed her outer lips back against her black panties. Her cunt hair sat on top of her lips like a mustache.
Anse stood directly beneath her and squinted his eyes. He looked right up into her cunt. Her cunt was very deep and moist. "And I think about your cock when I eat, too," she said. "Little Anse. Mostly when I eat, I think about it. Like, we had brussel sprouts for dinner tonight and I thought they were your balls. I made believe that they were your balls and let me tell you, honey, I have never enjoyed brussel sprouts so much in my entire life; my mother was quite mystified that I ate about a dozen of them."
She plunged the index finger of her left hand all the way up inside her cunt. She dripped. Her cunt dripped hot, excited juices. Anse stood directly below her and opened his mouth. He stuck out his long tongue and caught her cunt juices on the tip of his tongue.
"Snowflakes," she said. "Like snowflakes. I used to run around with my tongue out all winter long and catch snowflakes."
"Wish I'd been a snow storm when you were little," he said. She giggled. She dripped a few more drops of her luscious juices onto his tongue and then they heard the first car pull in the driveway, "There's the boys," he said. Leslie squealed. She pulled her hand out of her cunt and let her lips flap back over her. She ran all the way up the stairs.
"I don't want them to catch me in the middle of something," she said. "I want to start from the beginning with each and every one of them." She ran up to Anse's loft. Anse closed his eyes and thought bloody thoughts to soften his enormous erection. When he felt he would be able to bend his knees without breaking Little Anse in half, he made his way down the stairs and headed for the front door. He sighed.
"Shit," he said out loud. "Won't get her to myself for the rest of the evening." Anse could hear the commotion of his teammates before he even got to the front door. "Hey, hey, hey, good buddy. Fuckin' A," Mark Smiglesky shouted as he burst into the room. He was a big boy, with a pronounced pudge around his waist and he was one of the best tackles that anyone at Lockwood Gorge had ever seen. Mark was followed by a half dozen other boys and they were big fucking jocks, every last one of them. The Bartnett brothers. The Christiansens. The Hintzes.
In fact, most of them were brother acts and they liked nothing more than to drink and burp and fart together, watch Saturday Night Live snort some coke, get blown by some local chick or somebody's cousin visiting from Des moines and crash out for the night.
They were a heavy duty crew. They were a bunch of hung studs. All of them except for Lee Burham, anyway, who had no pubic hair. He felt bad about it, but he could still jerk off. They wore color coordinated cowboy boots and they walked like they had basketballs between their legs and under their arms. Their shoulders looked padded even when they were out of uniform. Few of them could speak grammatically correct English and almost none of them had the slightest sensitivity to the outside world. In short, they were a bunch of all American boys looking for an all American good time and when they grew up they would become people like Gerald Ford and H. L. Hunt and people would write situation comedies about them. They greeted Anse at the door.
"Fuckin' Anse! Fuckin' how's it fuckin' goin'? You got the booze? I brought the dope."
"Fuckin' A, Anse. Don't this house look swell. Don't it just. Can't hardly believe how fuckin' nice the fuckin' house looks."
"Fuckin' where's the fuckin' chick. Little Randy is hot to trot." It seemed that every boy in rural New Jersey was in the habit of pinning the diminutive modifier to his tool. Little Eric. Little Arnold. Little Mark. Whether or not the tendency was indigenous to the area no one ever determined. In fact, it was not the kind of thing about which people tended to do studies. There was a suspicion that the practice was disseminated out from the Burds, Beems and Baylees of New Haana and there was some speculation that the trend setter was Elvis Presley.
With his tendency to identify the source of his masculinity and personality With his cock, Elvis in fact could have been the prototypical Lockwood High football player. They were boys who thought with their cocks. Lucky for them, their cocks really knew how to play football. "Where's the chick?" someone demanded.
The cry went up. "Where's the chick. Where's the chick. Where's the chick." It was a chant. Anse led them upstairs to his party haven. He passed out beers and someone cleaned an ounce of pot in the album cover to "Cricklewood Green," by Ten Years After. "Alvin Fuckin' Lee," the boy who cleaned the pot said. "He would be happy to know I'm usin' his cover." A few of the boys got together a game of pool. Someone put some music on the stereo. It was Led Zeppelin. "Jimmy Fuckin' Page," one of the boys said and he mimed an electric guitar over his hips and pretended to play it. The boys stood around and played pool and they drank beer and some of them got high and those who were positively in training held their dicks and argued about Fords versus Chevys, or Tina Turner versus Linda Ronstadt. Leslie was nowhere in sight. In fact, she had locked herself in the bathroom with a six pack of beer and when she finally emerged, she was drunk and she wore only her bra and her panties.
She had been playing with herself and her lips were; swollen and hot and thick and spongy and she dripped a trail of juice across the hardwood floor. "Oh, my," she said. "Will you just look at all these gentlemen callers."
"Will you just look at that chick," one of the boys whistled. There was total silence in the room. No one spoke. The only thing Leslie heard was the sound of a football team of men straining at their zippers. It was a very nice sound. "I thought we might all play a little pool, together." She was very drunk and her words slurred. She was high and happy and she was ready to take on the team. She walked across the room and took off her bra and her panties. She undid the bra and let it slide down her tit and onto the floor. Her tits were big and hard and red and her nipples pointed. "Oh my God," a boy said, as she walked past him. "I'm sorry," she giggled. "Was I pointing at you?"
"Baby," he said, "you can point at me all you like." Leslie giggled and she slid her panties down her legs. She pulled them down from the inside, working her hands up through the heart shaped hole over her cunt and peeling the soaked panties off of herself. She let them slide down her legs. She let the panties work themselves off of her as she walked across the room towards the pool table.
Her tits bobbed up and down and juices streamed down her inner thighs. She fondled herself and smiled and she moaned.
"Oh," she said. "So many fine, young men." She walked to the table and hoisted herself up onto it. She lay down at the very edge of the pool table. She spread her legs and said, "Okay, who's first."
The boys were dumbfounded. For a few seconds, no one moved and then a cry broke out as the boys dropped trousers in unison. A dozen or more hot, bulging, pulsating cocks popped up into the air all over the room and they lined up at the pool table and waited to take turns at Leslie.
Anse stood first in line. He still wore his varsity jacket and his pants and underwear hung down around his knees. He grabbed her ankles and spread apart her legs and he gazed down into her deep, luscious hole. "What about the rest of me?" she said. "All you good looking boys around, I shouldn't have to play with my tits myself.
She would not have to play with her tits herself. The boys crowded around the table and kneaded her breast.
One of the boys licked her left nipple and another licked her right. Her nipples were hard and red and she turned her head from side to side and moaned. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth and she lashed her long tongue out at the boys who stood around her. One of the boys at her nipples opened up his shirt and let her lash at his nipples. Other boys caressed her stomach and her hair. They were all around her and all over her and Anse hoisted himself up onto the edge of the pool table and shoved his cock up inside her. He kneeled at her hips and he hoisted up her hips and slid his cock into her cunt. She moaned and he pumped her hips up and down on top of his cock. He drew her hips in towards his big cock and then he pushed her hips away. His cock made a slurping sound as it slid in and out of her. His balls tightened up against his thighs and he could feel his semen making its way up the shaft of his cock. "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh," he said, as he pumped her up and down on his cock. His arm muscles strained to hold her. She groaned and panted. One of the boys got up on the pool table and knelt over her mouth. He shoved his big, hot cock down into her mouth and she sucked on it. She sucked on it very hard and fiercely and she nibbled on it and spread her thick saliva all over it. "Oh, God," the boy yelled. "Oh, yes." He could feel her tonguing the underside of his cock and he came very quickly. He shot wad after wad of hot sperm into her mouth. Anse moaned and he spurted his stuff up into her. He cunt quivered with pleasure and excitement.
As Anse and the boy at her mouth fell away, two more boys took their places. The boys at her nipples rotated down to her cunt and two more boys came up to fondle her breasts.
Leslie thrashed around on the pool table. She moaned and whimpered and her hips bobbed up and down. A wide, wet stain spread on the table between her legs, a stain which consisted of her juices and the boys' semen.
She reached out her arms and she jerked off two anxious boys who stood at her sides. They licked her palms until they were wet and dripping and then they placed their cocks in her hands.
She took each cock, each hard, red, wet. excited cock and pumped it very hard.
She pulled the loose skin from the bases of the cocks up to their tips and then pushed her hands back down over them.
She repeated this motion over and over and the boys grabbed their rubbery balls and fondled them and moaned.
Yet another boy jumped up onto the pool table between her thighs and hoisted her up. Yet he did not shove his cock in her cunt. He shoved in his tongue, instead.
He licked her lips and nibbled her clit. Her clit was hard and he chewed on it and her hips gyrated and she moaned.
"Oh, God," she moaned.
Before she could moan any more, another boy shoved his cock down into her throat. She gagged and he pulled his cock out and let her take a deep breath and them he plunged again down into her.
She took him almost all the way down her throat and she slapped her tongue hard up against the underside of his cock and sucked on him like a vacuum cleaner.
She pumped off the two boys at her sides. The shot streams of hot semen all over her breasts. She put her hands to her breasts and smeared the semen all over them, until her big, white breasts were pale and gooey and slippery with their thick semen.
She liked that. She liked that very much. She massaged the semen deep into her breasts and drew circles around her nipples in the thick, creamy semen.
She coated her nipples with semen. Bits of gooey white stuff hung down in little strings from her hard, hot nipples.
The boy at her legs worked his tongue deep up inside her and she groaned and sighed and bobbed her hips up and down on the pool table.
The boy reached as far up into her as he could and he brought out pints of hot juices from the very reaches of her cunt.
Some of the boys smeared her juices over their hands and rubbed their hands over their cocks and jerked off. Their cocks were steamy from her juices and they were terribly excited and they came in spurts all over each other and all over her and she smeared their semen into her belly button and over her nipples and she moaned.
She reached her hands down to the head of the boy who ate her out and she pushed hard on the back of his head until his whole face was immersed in her cunt. Her juices smeared all over his mouth and his chin and his forehead and her swollen lips met his flushed cheeks.
She moaned and yelled and howled and the stereo played "Stairway to Heaven," and the boys poured beer on her breasts and licked it off, licked the beer off her twin, enormous, hard tits with their big, flat, pink tongues and no one heard Jerri Hall come up the stairs.
They did not hear her walk up behind them.
They did not notice anything at all, until the popping light from the flash bulb of her camera blinded all of them-all except for the boy with his head in Leslie's cunt. "Smile, all of you," Jerri said, snapping picture after picture. "Monday, these shots are going to be on the desk of the school superintendent. I'm sure you'll all want to look your best."