Chapter 3
"Tell you," said Tim Sanders, passing a fresh beer to Jesse, "I thought you were kidding us, Parrish. About your aunt, I mean. But hot damn, she is something! And that car of hers. Shit, I'd like to feel that mama humming under me. Vroooommmm!!!" He speed-shifted the van, down into second, making the engine roar like a jet, and then he whipped it back into third. There was a pulsating rush of power as the vehicle got its own once more.
"I wouldn't mind having Jesse's aunt humming under me," Pete interjected, reaching under the seat and getting another can of beer for himself. "Remember how she looked on the tube, playing that classy whore? Hair piled up like she was just out of the shower and little wet curls hanging down her face. Dress so tight you could not only see her nipples sticking out, you could even count how many times her heart was beating. And she looks even better in person. Legs all the way up to her ass. And I'll bet it's some ass, too. What about it, Parrish? Your aunt got a set of good buns on her? You ever get a look at what's inside the gift wrapping-"
He didn't get the chance to finish the question. Jesse was turned around in the seat and he had Pete by the shirt collar, had him in a tight rigid grip. Jesse's face was flushed and angry. "Watch your mouth," he said, teeth clenched. "Unless you fucking want to lose it."
"Hey cool down," Tim said from behind the steering wheel. "There's not enough room up here for a fist-fight. You guys want to punch each other, get in the back. Oh, come off it, Parrish! He was only kidding. Your aunt seems like a nice lady, and I'd give my left nut to own that car of hers. Jesus! And I think I'd give my right nut for the chance to spend a week working with CHARLIE'S ANGELS."
"Which means," Pete snorted, easing back, "that you'd be a nutless wonder." He laughed, and looked at Jesse, who was still red-faced and not entirely mollified.
"You'd think I was a nutless wonder if you'd seen me last night," Tim said. "Give me a cigarette, somebody. Thanks." He blew out smoke, left the cigarette dangling from his lower hp. "Had Mary Beth in the rack last night." He jerked with his thumb, at the curtain which sealed off the rear of the van from the front compartment. "Christ, there is no satisfying that girl's cunt! And what's she gonna be like when she turns seventeen, for Christ's sake? Three goddamn hours I spent with her, and I was hard every fucking second of the time. If I didn't have it in her twat, I had it in her throat. Once she even made me stick it up her asshole, and you talk about tight! No matter how often you cornhole that chick, she snaps back tight as an oyster shell."
"Borrow Parrish's rod," Pete chortled suddenly. "He sure doesn't use it for anything but watering the grass."
Jesse balled up his fist but there wasn't room for the kind of swing he wanted to make, the kind of punch that would collapse Pete's teeth and push them halfway down his throat.
"Ah," Tim sighed, "you guys shoulda been there last night. It was like something out of an X-rated movie. Mary Beth had her hands on my shaft and she worked them up and down like so-" he made lazy, sensual motion in the air with one clenched fist "-and all of a sudden there I was squirting like it would never stop. There's cum stains all over the ceiling back there. Take a sniff when you're in the back."
"I thought Mary Beth was into eating jizz," Pete said skeptically.
"Last night she wanted to play volcano. And I have-" Tim rubbed the front of his pants "-I have fucking Vesuvius! The coiled tiger of the midwest. Who's gonna be its next victim?"
"Who's gonna be your next victim, Parrish?" Pete asked, turning to Jesse. "Your right hand or your left hand?"
"Stick it up your ass," Jesse growled.
Jesse was starting to get all tense in the lower belly. He wondered if he was coming down with an ulcer. Even more, he wondered why he put up with this crap, Jesus, was it his fault? Really? Could he help it if he got tight in the guts every time he was around a girl, if his hands turned to lead and his lips got numb? If he was scared? And the guys knew it, and they couldn't keep from rubbing it in, every chance they got.
The van slammed to a stop, so fast Jesse nearly lost his balance and piled onto the dash. "Jesus fucking Christ," he said, "did you just learn how to use the sonofabitching brakes, Sanders?"
He hadn't been paying much attention to where they'd been going, but now, with the van stopped, Jesse looked around at the scenery. Sugar Creek, he was aware, two or three miles outside Reckardsville, along the old highway to Marietta. A road long since abandoned in favor of the four-lane Route 50.
"Hop out," Tim said, opening the door on his side. He slid out, and Pete scooted over, jumping out of the van too. "C'mon, Parrish," Tim added. "You were the one talking about kickin' ass." Scowling, Jesse opened the door on his side and got out of the van. He started around the rear of the vehicle but Tim and Pete had already come round to confront him.
"Seems to me," Tim said, "that this can be resolved without bloodshed or bruised asses. The whole problem, I think, is that Pete and I are a little uptight about being friends with the only sixteen-year-old male vestal virgin in Hocking County. So we make jokes, which that male virgin takes the wrong way." He put his fist on the handle of the van's rear side door. "So-"
He opened the door and sunlight flooded into the dark interior of the van. Jesse's eyes popped. What he wasn't expecting to see, when the door opened, was Darlene Goodhugh sitting on the mattress, a can of beer in her hand, her long bare thighs open and inviting.
Darlene Goodhugh! Jesus! She was a class ahead of Jesse at Reckardsville High; she'd be a senior come the end of August. Rumor had it she would fuck a snake if it promised not to bite. Everybody called her Darlene Goodpussy. Everyone except Jesse.
She was wearing a skimpy little halter top that left a lot of her cleavage on display. Her tits were round and thrusting, and they seemed to stare out at Jesse. Her long flat tummy was bare, down to the low-riding top of her cutoff denim pants. "Hi, Jesse," she said, shaking her head to make her long black hair fall back, over her shoulders. There was a little pink ribbon around her neck.
Tim slapped Jesse on the butt. "Get in there, Parrish," he said. "It's fourth down and goal to go. Let's win this one."
"Huh?" Jesse said.
"Get in that van and fuck her blind," Pete suggested. "This is your lucky day. Darlene hasn't popped a cherry in months. And she wants yours."
"Hi, Jesse," Darlene purred in her tiny whisper of a voice. Jesse's nuts tightened in their sac. "Well," she said, "I've been sitting back here by myself for so long now. I'd really like to have some company, you know?" And she started to lick beer foam off her lips. Her tongue was bright red and pointy at the tip and it lazed around her mouth. A lump began forming in Jesse's pants. He crawled into the van. The door went shut behind him.
It was darker inside now, but not so dark that he couldn't see Darlene Goodpussy sitting on the mattress, flexing her legs at him. Her legs! God, her legs! Jesse stumbled across the floor, stopping lest he bang his head on the ceiling, and she caught his hand, pulling him onto the mattress alongside her. The heat of her body, the pungent scent of her perfume-they swept up like steam from a fresh turd and enveloped him. Darlene lay back, still pulling him, and her big round tits rubbed his chest. "Hi, Jesse," she said again. "Somebody said you wanted to fuck me. Is that true?"
She didn't give him time to answer. She put her hands on his cheeks and she started kissing him, with a wet, hot, wide open mouth. God, was she wet! Her saliva ran like a river across his mouth, into his mouth, down his chin. It was like submerging at the pool. Her tongue slithered across his lips, worked them open, wiggled into his mouth. One of her bare legs was flush against his middle and crotch, and he had a stiff aching rod in his pants, ready to bust out of his pants. Her leg came to rest against that lump and she rubbed. He thought he could hear his jeans begin to split at the seams.
"You're not a very good kisser," Darlene sighed, releasing his mouth. "And you taste all dry inside. Are you scared or something? All the girls at school say you get really scared when you're necking, that you start shaking and your eyes go out of focus, and you act like you don't even know what you're doing."
Her hand slid down his chest. She found his hard nipples, taut in the cling of his t-shirt, and she fingered them for a moment or two, pursing her lips as she toyed with him. Her hand moved lower, lingering at his belt buckle. His cock lurched in his pants and his head swam. Then her fingers dropped still further, and she was fondling his bulge through the jeans. "Ooooohhhh, it's a big one," she simpered in her tiny little breathless voice. "I like big ones, Jesse. Take it out and show it to me, mmmm???"
He couldn't believe what was happening to him. Jesse Parrish, in a van with Darlene Goodpussy, her hand on his cock, her spit all over his face, her big firm tits squashed against his chest. He could feel her nipples, stiff and punchy, through the tight halter top she wore, and he could see sweat glistening in her cleavage. He wondered how sweat tasted, when you licked it from a girl's skin. He wanted to find out.
Darlene Goodpussy. Every boy in Reckardsville had fucked her, and so had a hell of a lot of the grown men, if rumor was to be trusted. She'd been balling since she was in training bras, everyone said. How many times had he gotten hard in school, watching her kinky ass wiggle down the hallway in a pair of skintight blue jeans? How many times had he lain in bed whacking his pecker, imagining a moment just like this one? And here he was. With Darlene. And she was asking to see his cock? Jesus Christ! He'd not only show it to her, he'd fill her so full of his meat she'd....
Darlene pointed to the ribbon around her neck. "Untie the gift wrapping first," she oozed. "I'm your present, Jesse." And she wiggled her itchy tits against him, till he thought surely he must come in his pants right now. His cock ached and his balls were twisted into knots. Jesse reached up, loosened the pink ribbon around Darlene's neck, and then his hands dropped to his belt and zipper. Hastily he started to shuck down his pants, pulling his shorts south in the same motion.
As he did, he thought of the other times he'd been with girls. It was so much different now. Darlen fucked. Everybody knew that. She'd put her tongue in his mouth, her hand on his dick. She'd talked lasciviously about cherry-popping and cum-drinking. He thought of the gallons of jizz he had wasted in masturbation, hot lashing of thick creamy sperm squirted into crumpled tissues or onto handkerchiefs. If only he'd known Darlene Goodpussy was in his future he wouldn't have done it so often. He wouldn't have jacked off last night, and especially not this morning. But the clench in his balls as his cock sprang free told Jesse Parrish that he had plenty of cum in his sixteen-year-old body, and he knew, with a man's intuition, that he was going to drown Miss Goodpussy in his gushing scum.
She looked down at his bare rod, licking her lips. "It really is a big one," she said. "Were those guys shitting me? Have the girls all been covering up? You've never used that thing on a girl? I'm gonna be the very first? Holy cunt!" She touched him then, touched his bare hot flesh. Her thumb and index finger made a quick pincing movement on the fat swollen lusty tip of his pecker. Jesse moaned. Again he felt the urge to let go, to empty his balls here and now. No, he told himself. It's only started.
Darlene stood up. "It's so dark in here," she said. "And I want you to see what you're getting, big boy." She pulled aside the curtain on one of the side windows and a stream of light poured into the van. It was a perfect effect. Her erect figure was bathed in light and there were delightful glimmers on Darlene's arms and legs and at the base of her neck.
She was a medium-sized girl, about five-three, slender but not skinny, stacked but not fat. Her tits were full, her waist trim, her hips narrow but still shapely. Legs all the way up, too. Jesse liked that. The legs were the barest part of her, and he liked her legs best of all. At least for the moment.
She untied the front of her halter, held it up modestly for a second while his heart pounded in anticipation, and then she stripped it away and raised her arms. "Ta-ta!" she giggled, and her tits bounced lubriciously. They were gorgeous tits, one of the best sets in Reckardsville. The nipples were a deep rose color, set at the points of her boobs, surrounded by small patches of white flesh that her bikini bra had shielded from the sun. Stiff nipples, too, pointing out in impatient, fat erections. Jesse grabbed his rod and began to stroke it. He couldn't help himself. He did the same thing when he looked at PLAYBOY and its forests of bare tits. One or two times he'd done it at the drive-in.
"What ya doing, jacking off?" Darlene said suddenly, pointing at him. "Christ, jacking off with me around?"
His face went scarlet and he let go of his dick. Darlene's face was still set in a smirk, and he didn't like that smirk at all. It was as if she were stripping away the front of his head and reading what was inside him. And what was she learning? Jesse shivered. There was a twitch between his legs and he was afraid to look down. Afraid he would see his cock beginning to shrink.
Darlene unfastened her cutoffs and pulled the zipper down. She did it slowly, teasing him with the delayed revelation of her final secret. And then, there it was! A thick flossy patch of hair covering her crotch. He'd seen cunts in magazines and on movie screens, but he'd never seen one two feet from the tip of his nose. "You like?" Darlene asked. Her voice was something else. A little whisper, more appropriate to an eight-year-old than to a girl of seventeen, but it dripped, God, it oozed with sex and invitation. The tremor of her voice sent spasms of excitement through his belly and he felt his cock stiffening rapidly.
Maybe it wasn't just her voice. Maybe it was the way she stood there, pants at her ankles, her fingers lazing through her forest of pussy hair. She was stroking herself, toying with her snatch. He wanted to say, "Christ, jacking off with me around?" but Darlene might not have a sense of humor. She might not get the joke. Jesse leaned forward, reaching for her. She skipped out of his way, danced around him, her tits jiggling with every step, and then she caught the leg of his dropped pants, jerked, tugged them off his kicking ankles. He turned around to face her, and she was coming toward him on her knees. Her tits touched his legs and he moaned, and then she had both hands wrapped around his prick.
She blew across the tip of him, warm breath, and her tongue flipped out, licked him a time or two. Jesse grabbed her head and tried to stuff his dick into her mouth but she was having none of it.
"First you do me," she said. "That's the way I like it. Eat me out. Get me all hot and bothered. When I'm hot, I'll do-anything."
And the way she said anything filled him with courage and masculinity. Darlene Goodpussy settled onto the edge of the mattress, opening her legs, and she reached down to spread her cuntal lips. Jesse dropped onto the floor and stared at her cunt. She eased back, so that the light from the circular window fell directly upon her snatch, and he could see it all.
She had a long red gash hidden among those dark fleecy hairs. Her inner lips stuck out, like a large mouth between her thighs. Her fingers pried the lips open and he could see that they were slick and red on their inner sides. She pulled a little harder and her pussy hole itself opened up, like a bottomless pit. Jesse stared at that tunnel, tried to imagine his cock actually gone into her, fucking that pussy-well to its deepest interior.
She smelled funny. He sniffed, didn't like the aroma he was sniffing. The closer he got to her twat, the stronger the smell affected his nostrils. He wasn't sure if he wanted to eat her after all. "C'mon, Jesse baby," Darlene panted, and she wrapped a leg around his neck, pulling him into her cunt.
It was slightly damp against his face, and the smell was heavier than ever. He pushed his nose into her, not at all sure what to do. He knew that her clit needed attending, but he wasn't certain where her clit might be located. Desperately, anxious to get this thing through, he began to tongue her. She squirmed, and he knew he was doing a good job. Until she spoke.
"Christ, Jesse, will you eat it? Don't just fuck around. It's a pussy. Gobble it. You know how, don't you?"
Her words stung him. He didn't know how, but he didn't want to admit it. He began to lick with even more fervor, and her leg tightened around his neck. She put one hand on the crown of his head and dragged him into her musky twat, but no matter where his tongue went, it seemed to go to the wrong place.
He tried to work himself into her hole, but she pulled his hair. "My love button, stupid. Suck my button."
He searched frantically. It had to be there someplace. He touched something with his nose and he felt her quiver, but he couldn't find the spot again. Jesse was in agony, sick with shame. His first girl and he was fucking it up. God, he wasn't even gonna get to fuck it! And to make matters worse, his pecker began to soften again. From deep in his subconscious, horrible thoughts began to drift up toward the surface, into the active part of his brain.
Her leg slipped from around his neck and he was glad. He didn't want to do this any longer. As soon as the pressure was off, he leaned back, taking in a deep breath of fresh air.
"Christ," Darlene said. "That has to be the lousiest blowjob I ever got." The words cut him like a knife, but he knew they were true. She stared at him, and again he felt that sick sensation, as if she could actually read his mind, as if she knew what he was thinking.
She looked at his crotch. "Soft?" she said. "How could you get soft? Is there something wrong with you, Parrish? I mean, some of the girls at school think you might be a little, you know, kinda-well-" She didn't finish it. She didn't have to. Jesse stood up, turned around. He couldn't even face her. Not right now.
Her hands snaked between his legs. "Ouch!" he yipped as she pinched his sac of nuts. Her palm covered his scrotum and gave it a hearty squeeze. He looked down, saw his cock beginning to stiffen once more. Jesse's pulse increased and he turned to face her, his cock rising to meet the occasion. "Better," said Darlene. "It almost looks like a hard-on again. I mean, I never really thought you were a fag, Jesse. I always figured that if you were, you'd have gotten caught long before now, you know?" She giggled, but it was a bad choice of words. His cock started to wilt even as she spoke, and no matter how many times she clenched on his testicles, he kept going down. "Holy shit," Darlene groaned. "Come here!"
He stepped toward her and she leaned forward, taking his limp cock in one hand. There was plenty to hang onto. Even soft, he was about six inches long, an erection added another inch and a half or two inches to Jesse's length. But erection seemed a long distance away right now.
"Poor little cock" Darlene cooed in her little-girl voice. She kissed the tip of him. Jesse had dreamed of being kissed on the cock, but it had only been a dream. And even now, with it happening, really happening, he somehow preferred the dream. He didn't feel anything. Not even when she opened her mouth and fed him inside.
But his cock revived in Darlene's mouth, and gradually he became aware that she was doing one hell of a job of sucking him. Her teeth grated on the barrel of his stiffening dong, and her tongue worked on him in slow patterns that he found quite erotically interesting. His breath shortened as his cock grew longer, harder, and he was panting by the time she took it out of her mouth. "Hurry up and fuck me," she said. "I don't have all day to keep getting you hard." She lay back on the mattress, legs parted so that the window light fell once more upon her gash, and she was propped up on her elbows, waiting.
Jesse felt like two cents' worth of used dog shit, but he got onto the mattress, kneeling between her thighs. Once he'd seen some movies of people fucking and he knew the basic mechanics of the act, both from his careful film-watching and from the endless conversation of Tim and Pete. But now, about to do it for the first time on his own, he wasn't sure. Should he lie down upon her? She might not like that. He outweighed her by forty or fifty pounds. Should he let her get on top of him, like the people in that movie had done? He didn't know. And while he knelt there, staring at her pussy, smelling once again its strange fishy aroma, he felt his prick beginning to go soft.
Darlene saw it too. "Son of a bitch!" she sang out, and she grabbed him by the rod. Her palm was dry and she fisted him viciously, seven or eight times, until she'd gotten his blood flowing again. His cock filled up a little and he leaned forward. To hell with worrying. He was going to bury his bone in her and fuck this bitch blind!
He touched her pubic hairs, just the tip of his dick brushing her, and she lunged up to meet him, wiggling her twat as she rose.
The constant friction of her fuzzy pubic hairs on the end of his dick was the last straw. Jesse groaned and his cock began to spray its cum in fast hot spurts, some of it splashing onto Darlene's belly, some into her pubic fur, the rest onto the mattress and its fake leopardskin bedspread. Her fist was tight around him as he squirted, and he only needed to look once at her' face. The contempt that snarled her lips and filled her eyes was too much to see a second time. Jesse moaned as he came, and then it was over. The girl fisted his rod angrily, giving it a vicious squeeze and twist, and she let go of him.
"Look at the mess you've made now," she said tightly, and her voice didn't sound so frisky and little-girlish anymore. "Give me your handkerchief. I have to wipe myself off. And this is it, baby. I mean, this is it! Darlene Goodhugh gives nobody, but nobody another mercy fuck. You want to get your rocks off, you use your hand." Wiping her stomach and bush, she added, unnecessarily, "I guess they're right. You probably are a faggot, Jesse. A girl is just too much for you to handle. Tell you what. I'll spread the word so the other girls can stop wondering."
"Will you shut the hell up?" Jesse said, getting into his pants.
Darlene snickered. "Hurts, doesn't it? Well, the only reason I agreed to ball you was because I owed Tim Sanders a favor. And he can consider that favor paid in full."
Jesse opened the door and jumped out of the van. Tim and Pete were a few yards away, sitting on a fallen log, smoking cigarettes and sipping Bud. They were probably talking about the quality of blowjobs they got from Mary Beth and Belinda. "Hey," Tim said, standing up and waving. "Here comes my main man!"
Darlene leaned out the door of the van. She was bare-titted. "If he's your main man, Timothy, then you must be a fucking homo, just like he is! This is the first time, and the last time, and the only time I'm ever gonna screw a fairy. Do you hear that, Tim? Do you fucking hear that?"
"You couldn't do it?" Pete said. His freckles started to dance as he broke into a laugh.
"This is what you need to know," Jesse said, and he swung. His fist connected with Pete's chin and the freckle-faced boy went slamming to the ground. Tim started to say something, but Jesse was seeing red. He swung at Tim, missed, swung again.
"Oh, fuck all of you," Jesse said abruptly. His eyes stung and he was terribly afraid he might burst into tears. And he couldn't handle that, not after what had already happened.
He heard Darlene talking to Tim and Pete but he was too far away to hear what was being said. He walked on, toward Reckardsville. He wanted to walk home, to be alone with himself for a while.