Chapter 3
I didn't get around to giving Chris the promised blow job that night, as Kerry and Linda came back to the car just a few moments afterwards. But I had a feeling that I'd be getting together with him again soon despite the problem of us living so far apart and neither of us having any transportation.
The next day, Linda had to find out every detail about my first screw, and I gladly filled her in, embellishing it a bit for effect. She went for every bit of it, much more approving of the whole scene the following morning than she had been the night before when it was right in her face. Having never balled herself, I think seeing me and Chris doing it had made her a little uptight.
She and Kerry, it seems, had come up to the car while I was balling Chris, and had slipped away again once they'd figured out what was going on. She had already been pretty surprised that I'd gone ahead and made it with a practical stranger so fast. I mean, we'd both talked about balling and everything, but the actuality of me going ahead of her was strange to her-to me, for that matter.
She didn't have to wait too long before she lost her cherry herself though. It came about like this: I wanted to keep seeing Chris, wanting to get into more sexual things with him ... and it was sort of romantic too. Since I didn't have any good way of getting together with him, or him with me, he suggested over the phone that we go on a date that coming weekend, doubling with Kerry and ... maybe, Chris suggested, I could talk Linda into going with Kerry. It seems that Kerry was kind of shy, a slow starter, as he put it, but that he really liked her. My end of the conspiracy was to try and talk Linda into it. This turned out to be a piece of cake, as she had taken a pretty strong liking to him as well. So it was all set. We'd be getting together again that coming weekend. I counted the days, which seemed more like years until I could be with Chris again, barely able to stand the anticipation. He called a couple of times during the week, so that helped. On the other hand, it only made me want him more. Being that he was a lady's man, I got kind of an ego trip going, realizing that he was probably paying more attention to me than he would to just any old girl what with all the calls.
Mom was freaking about the calls. She knew I went out with boys now, but she seemed to have a sixth sense that told her that Chris was something special. She didn't really think we'd balled, at least I don't think so. but she kept threatening to ground me and all this crazy shit. She finally relented about letting me go with him, but insisted that he come in the house and meet her before I went out with him. While it would be sort of embarrassing to me having to put Chris through this routine, I hoped it would take the heat off of me on the home front. I told Chris about it the last time he called that week, and it didn't seem to be that big a deal to him.
It turned out to be a mistake having him in. But then with Mom, it probably would have been bad if he wouldn't have come in. You just can't please some people one way or another. Chris was real polite and everything, much more so than I'd imagined he would be. But Mom wasn't buying it. I could tell from the way she eyed him, asking him all the key questions that mothers do when they've already made their minds up about something. It would not have mattered who Chris was. It was just that he was a boy, and Mom didn't like the idea of me going out with them. I should have brought home this dyke or something, that would've stewed her prunes.
Dad just shook hands with Chris, then returned to the den to hide behind the paper with his pipe as he'd begun to do most of the time. He'd only get rattled at me when mother went completely nuts and demanded he say something. Luckily, she didn't say anything to Chris about the way I could tell she really felt. She didn't work like that. But from the way she looked at me, as we went out to Kerry's car, I knew that she'd have plenty to say either when I got back, or the next morning. But that's a whole other story. Suffice it to say, she gave me a ration of shit. As time went on, she continued to give me a ration of shit about everything, every boy ... she just didn't let up. I'm amazed I've still got any hearing left.
It was such a trip to get out of Mom's range so that she wouldn't be on my case. Especially since it was with Chris. He looked even better to me than he had before, and in no time we were making out with each other in the back seat. We picked up Linda and took off for a drive-in movie. I didn't get to see much of the movie that night... some nonsense about stuffing a wild bikini or something.
Linda and Kerry Were being a lot more chummy this time, but they were still just feeling each other up-nothing really heavy. Not so with me. As promised, Chris gave me lessons in giving head.
After we'd fooled around a little bit, I could see that we'd have to do something. As the drive-in had security guards, assholes who went around with flashlights to make sure nobody really enjoyed the show, we ... at least I didn't want to actually ball. We'd be going up to the old house in the hills later anyway. So Chris, having a hardon that threatened to rip open his pants, suggested that I give him head.
I know it seems asymptotic of me since I was so afraid of it in the first place. But I just thought I'd throw you a curve before I went off on a tangent. Just making sure I was awake. A syzygy, as it were, as our two heavenly bodies came into alignment. Now there's something for you anagram fans. Where else is there a word with three Z's? I know - zzzzzz. But let's not talk about such trivia. Let's get to the important stuff-tits, ass, dripping cocks and twitching pussies. Enough to make you fucking crazy.
So what it was, I was getting into sucking his big meaty cock. I was a little scared when I viewed that pig fucker for the second time when he whipped it out of his pants. But I wanted to please him since he was such a nice guy, a credit to his sex and all. Mainly I wanted to do it for selfish reasons-so that he'd pay me back with another one of those super-duper pussy lickings he'd given me the last time.
I moved my head down towards his swollen tool, noticing the way the tightly-stretched skin of his cockhead glistened in the dim light. Along the shaft, little cords of blood ran up, and the meat was pulsing. That's the way it was on July 25, 1968.
They didn't know how to say pulsating then. Pulsing is what they used. It was to their disadvantage ... but I don't suppose Edwin Newman reads these pieces of shit anyway.
And so what about Adolph Hitler? He was one hell of a painter.
And here I was sucking cock. I swallowed hard as my lips brushed against the cockmeat, wondering if I could take it all in.
"Don't worry about taking it all in," he told me, seeming to read my thoughts. "Just do what comes natural, and I'll tell you the rest."
That made me feel a little better. He gripped the base of his stiff cock with one hand, running the fingers of the other through my hair.
Once I started, it seemed easy. I let a little of it slip inside my mouth, the tip of my tongue twirling around the tip of his cock, as he instructed. I moved my hand down to his shaft, pushing his away, and began jerking the skin up and down in a masturbatory manner as I sucked at his cock, taking the full head into my mouth.
My breathing adjusted, I began to take more and more of his meat into my mouth, my tongue working around the meat as I alternately sucked and blew.
"Great, just fucking great!" he shouted, evidently pleased with my efforts.
Blowing and sucking.
Pulsating. Or Pulsing.
Suck, suck, suck.
Mmmmmm-mmmmmmm gooooood.
I checked him out for a second out of the corner of my eye, pausing the suck for a second. His face was all contorted and smiling, his eyes glazed, the movie images dancing in them. He was close to coming.
It was a real turn-on to me to realize I could give somebody else so much pleasure. I went back to work, redoubling my efforts, determined that he would like it. Then this thought flashed in my mind-to swallow, or not to swallow. I had long thought that one over, and still didn't realize what it was all about. The idea of gulping down a load of goo seemed repulsive to me intellectually. Or at least it had till I met up with Chris. Now the idea didn't seem so bad. Joanie had told me all about it, besides, and had told me that it was really neat, having done it with Dave many times.
Now, with meat in mouth and Chris about to come, I knew what I had to do. It didn't seem like a repulsive thing at all. I was more in anticipation about it than anything else. To swallow his come would show just how much I dug him, the ultimate thing to do when giving a guy head. I had been afraid just a few minutes ago of actually blowing him, afraid I'd choke or something. Oh, it had taken some getting used to, but it had turned out to be really great. It had taken some doing, but now I was taking about three-fourths of his cock into my mouth, my first reaction to gag having been overcome.
So it would be a learning experience for me to swallow his come.
"Get ready," he warned me, his body stiffening in anticipation, his hand really tugging at my hair. "I'm gonna come soon. I'm gonna come!"
I steadied myself, pumping my head up and down on his cock, my lips pursed around the circumference of his meat. My hand continued to pull at the base of his prick, the edge of my fist smacking into his heavy balls on some strokes. My teeth gently nipped at the shaft as I heard him cry out, his body freezing in mid-motion.
"I'm coming!"
I felt the first hot slush of semen splash into my throat and began swallowing fast, my cheeks puffing out. My nostrils flared out as I took a breath between swallows, taking in the nutty aroma of his come.
"That's it, that's it," he cried ecstatically. "Eat it! Swallow it all up!"
He was happy that I wasn't spitting it out. He really had a load, and it took me some doing to swallow it and breathe at the same time, but I didn't stop until I had sipped in every last drop.
I held onto his cock until it began to wilt, lapping up the last trickles of come with my tongue. Chris just lay back against the seat, his eyes closed.
I didn't get paid back until we got up to the place on the hill. This time, Linda and Kerry didn't take a hike, but instead stayed in the front seat, making out. Luckily, there weren't bucket seats in the car.
I didn't have too much time to check them out though, as Chris didn't waste much time about getting after my pussy, eating it out real good.
After that, we began balling, and I can remember hearing her moaning loudly. Later I found out that she'd given her virginity to Kerry. She didn't want to be left out as both Joanie and I had joined the fucking club. But I didn't hear too much that night, as Chris screwed me twice, once in the regular way, the other time, dog-style. She told me about it the next morning though, but I knew she had finally made it with him from the way she was acting on the way home. This had worked out fine. With Kerry and Linda all hung up on each other, I realized, Chris and I would have no problems getting together for awhile.