Chapter 9
I couldn't understand it. Instead of getting weaker, as I had thought would happen, my orgasms were only getting stronger.
I wondered what it would be like after a week or a month of this kind of screwing instead of only two days. I wondered if I was doing irreparable damage to my system. I wondered how many more cunts I could plunge into before my balls turned to mush. I had had four of the girls now, with two to go, but already I was thinking how nice it would be to pay Bonnie what I owed her. I was already thinking how nice it would be to have June in a bed rather than the back of a car, and how much fun I could have with Astra if we had a whole night to work at it.
I had finally taken Kathy home, but now I was thinking how I would like her to suck me off again, only this time I would like to shoot down her throat and see what that did to her. I thought she would like it
She had tried fellating me again before we broke it up, but the damn thing had finally refused and simply lay on my belly like a tired snake. She did get to take it all in her mouth but it wasn't as nice, she said, as when it was hard.
We gave up finally and I drove her home. She did not invite me inside to meet Mom and Pop.
Back at the Harmony's I snuck in quietly to make sure that the horny daughter did not hear me. I stripped off my clothes and crawled under the covers and was damn glad to be there. I had two to go and it was Saturday night There were only Anne and Meredith left. A virgin and a half, if my informants were correct. I had possibly one day and a night to get them both, and if my luck held I would be successful. I started making a plan, and that was when I started thinking about the other girls and how nice they all had been and how much I would like to do everything all over again. Then sleep snuck up on me and ambushed me behind my eyes.
I slept the sleep of the blessed.
When I woke, somebody was shaking my shoulder. It was broad daylight already and whoever was shaking me was saying in a girlish voice that had a little anger in it "Get up, get up, get up."
My drugged brain translated that into "Get it up, get it up," and I turned onto my back, pleased that before I had even opened my eyes I had a hard-on. It had come during my sleep. The girl's voice kept insisting, "Get up, get up" and I stretched and threw open my eyes.
Meredith stood over me with a face that looked mad enough to send Ulysses scurrying back to the wars. My mind was still playing tricks and I decided, in a split second, that she had come either to fuck me or to suck it off. My body betrayed me in a protective motion, and I ducked under the covers to get the hell away from the last one that would finish my cock forever, the straw that would have broken the camel's back.
While she yelled, "Get up, get up," I began yelling "Get away, get away."
Her heart must have softened when she saw me cowering naked under the sheets. She stopped shaking me an stopped yelling.
In gratitude, I stopped cowering and poked my head out at her. The anger had left her face.
"Hey," she said. "I won't hurt you. Come on out." "I'm not worried about your hurting me. It was more personal than that."
"If you think I'm going to rape you, forget it." My body relaxed. My brain was working overtime. Why had she come here if not to get in line? My old luck was holding. They were just falling into my lap, or rather onto my cock, like Roman soldiers after a losing battle fell on their own spears.
"How did you get in here?" "Mrs. Harmony left the door unlocked." "Some landlady. How did you know where I was staying?"
"Kathy told me. This morning, after I dragged her cunt of bed."
"What time is it?" "Nine-thirty. Sunday morning."
"Hell, let me sleep." I sat up on my elbows. The sheet gathered around my waist, fell along the creases and folds of my body down to my toes.
Meredith looked at my crotch. "Aaahh," she said sadly, "ittums went to sleep."
"What are you talking about?" I felt like crossing my legs.
"That big thing was in bed with you. Your hard-on, dummy. It went away."
"You California girls really don't waste words, do you?"
"We try not to waste a lot of time. You have a lot of nerve, buddy. Seducing my girls away from the car wash one at a time. Probably sleeping with every one of them. Then I find you lying in your own bed on Sunday morning with another erection. Damn. That's nerve. You can't get enough, can you?"
I held up my hands defensively. "No."
"Someday," she said, "I might be glad of that. Not now. Look, Kathy wasn't worth a damn last night before you took her out. She kept mooning around like a love struck cow. All she was good for was holding the hose and she kept petting that like it was some kind of sexual organ. I lost Astra all afternoon. June's been walking around in a daze. Did you get to her, too? She's in some kind of fog as if she lost her cherry and can't find it anywhere. Bonnie and Anne and I are the only ones keeping that car wash going. Can you leave us alone for a few days? Look, we only have another week to go and we close the car wash anyway. How about laying off till then."
"Don't worry, Meredith." I reached for my cigarettes on the table. She pushed them closer to me and our fingers grazed. I lit one and handed it to her.
I was pleased that she took it. She was a gorgeous blond and already was wearing her car wash uniform-an open shirt, unbuttoned down past the valley of her tits, and her tight cutoffs. I wanted to touch her cunt through her pants but I knew she was not the kind of girl who would go for something like that. Meredith was nothing if not refined. I wondered if she would let me eat her. She looked like she was sexy and bright enough to enjoy it, but I wondered if the guy who had run off to Alaska had hurt her so much that she wouldn't let anybody close to it any more.
"I'm leaving town either this afternoon or tomorrow, I told you that before. You'll have the whole crew then to yourself. You can work their little tails off."
I lit a cigarette and dropped the match in the ashtray.
Meredith said, "I don't care if you stay in town, as long as you lay off my girls for the next week."
"I'm going up in the Sierras and guard against forest fires. I like your little town and your friends, and you happen to be nice yourself, but I'll be gone tomorrow."
"I wish I could be sure of that."
The valley of her chest, between her tits, kept attracting my eyes. We talked for awhile about the mountains and how much she liked them. She said she really was envious of my having a job up there. She said she would enjoy a summer in the mountains. We finished our cigarettes. I was very aware that I was lying naked in bed with only a sheet over me. Meredith was aware too, because as she stubbed out her cigarette she asked, "Well, sorry you're leaving town so soon. Would you like to see two of the things you will be missing?"
I wasn't sure what she meant, but I was willing. "Yeah, I would."
She opened the button of her shirt at the bottom of that valley and let the flaps fall open.
Her breasts were alive. They breathed. The nipples rose out of their brown fields in an invitation that was almost impossible to resist. They were like eyes watching me. The roundness and firmness of the meaty part of her tits hinted at ecstasy, asked to be fondled and felt and kissed and licked right up to the firm nipples that seemed to yearn for sucking!
I leaned on my elbow, my prick hanging long but soft over my thigh. I tried to remain calm. But there they were. Meredith's breasts. Her tits, her suckers. They were almost close enough for me to reach out and touch. The nipples seemed to reach toward me. I might have done it, but Meredith did not seem to be the kind of girl who could be fucked simply because you touched her tits, and I wanted to do much more than brush her sweet nipples with my palms.
She must have known I was fucking the other girls. She also must have been pretty sure that she herself would not get fucked by me and this was her way of getting even with me for having caused her girls to lose so much time. I could look at her tits but must not touch them. I had to take it easy, pretend they were pretty but that I did not particularly want to touch them.
It was not easy. I not only wanted to touch them, I wanted to suck on their tips.
Below, I saw a bare suggestion of her tight stomach before it disappeared into the top of her cutoffs. I looked down at her cunt where it lay nestled in the protection of short Levis, then back up slowly to her magnificent breasts, then up to her fine mouth. "Want another smoke?"
She smiled with her bright lips and I saw her teeth. I imagined my cock slipping into that mouth but it still lay soft along my thigh. I did not think it would get hard unless some slim feminine fingers passed along its shaft, cradled its soft head.
In one smooth motion, Meredith reached forward and swept the sheet off my body. It lay in a heap over my knees.
She exposed all of my body except my lower legs. She looked for what seemed like a long time at my balls and my penis. It remained in its quiet state even while she studied it It was still a little full from my morning erection, but far from hard. The head almost brushed the mattress, so she did get a good look at it, but she would have had to imagine its pride when it stood up.
I asked again, "Want another smoke?"
"No, thanks."
"Did you want to see what you're missing?"
"I wanted to see what the great attraction was. I understand now, but I'm afraid you're still going to miss out on me."
I decided to use an old line from the movies that seemed to fit the occasion. "I guess that's a chance I'll have to take."
She stood up. Her tits quivered with such a suggestion of sexuality that I wanted to grab them. She buttoned her shirt as she kept watching my prick. I think she wanted it to get hard so she could then walk out on the erection that had penetrated so many of her friends. I refused to let it. rise, just so she would not get even more haughty than she already was.
She reached for the door to turn the knob, but before she could touch it the door opened. Meredith, in her just-buttoned shirt and cutoffs, her blond hair tumbled about her blushing face, suddenly stood face-to-face with Anne, the virgin, who was dressed in a fine yellow dress with tiny white flowers all over it nylons, white shoes, and carrying a white purse. Anne's short brown hair had been washed last night and this morning she had brushed it until it shined.
Anne recovered her senses first She said, "Um, uh, Meredith, I didn't expect to find you here." She looked quickly at my naked body, then back to her friend.
I have always been basically shy so I pulled the sheet back over my hips. But since I was trying to get over it, I stopped short of covering my belly button.
Meredith stammered, "What are you doing here?"
Anne replied, almost as cool as she was pretending to be, "I'm on my way to church."
Meredith laughed, but it was a laugh of conspirators. "This isn't the way to church. Just the opposite, in fact"
Anne refused to let her off the hook. "Meredith, I did not expect to find you up here."
To her credit Meredith did not try to explain. "Talk to the young man. I think you came to see him, not me. Will you be at Ernie's after church?"
"Of course."
"See you then."
"Oh, Meredith, June is waiting downstairs for me. She's going to church with me. We'll both be along after church. All right?"
Meredith looked at me. As much as I regretted missing out on those tits, I did think I had another full night in which to try. I was grateful to see her finally make it out the door.
"See you after church," she said as she closed it behind her.
I looked at Anne who was trying bravely to smile. "Good morning," I told her.
It was obvious that she thought Meredith had been with me all night. She thought she had witnessed the afterglow on Meredith's face and that the bed in which I lay had been used only minutes ago for our final fucking. I knew why Anne had come to me and I wanted to make it easier for her.
"Meredith stopped by for a few minutes, Anne. That was all."
"Do you think I'm awful, coming here like this?" "I think you are beautiful."
Indeed she was. She still reminded me of a girls' gym instructor, but not an old one or a middle-aged one, but one fresh out of school herself, barely older than her charges. Her body was short, lithe and strong. Her hair had been brushed to the side and it fell just past her ears. Her neck was clean and glowing from her morning bath. She wanted to put her white purse down somewhere but she couldn't decide where, or even whether or not she would be staying. She was not sure she wanted to go through with it, though her body was telling her to do it. I let her stay nervous for another few minutes.
"Do you know why I'm here?" she asked.
"No," I lied.
She spoke softly as if the dream would disappear if he made too much noise, or she would lose her nerve and go flying down the stairs. "June brought me. She's waiting outside. She said you were nice."
"That was good of her."
"She said I could trust you. She said you don't talk to everybody about what you do, about things that happen."
"What happens between two people is their own concern."
She became more animated and raised one hand. "That's just what I think. That's how I feel. Because whose business is it anyway what two people do together?" "Nobody's."
"I mean ... well, June said you were very nice to her. Tim, would you ... what I mean is ..."
I moved my eyes from her brown ones and looked down the front of her yellow dress covered with white flowers. She looked ready for church all right, but inside, her body was making a mess of her nerves. I looked back up at her eyes. I wanted to tell me, because I thought it would be easier on her afterwards when she remembered me.
She started over, with more firmness in her voice. "What I mean is that... well, I'm as tired as June is of being a ... of being a virgin. I mean, as tired as June was. Is it true, what happened in the garage? June's garage?"
"What did June tell you?"
Anne was too nice a girl to go into details. She simply said, "June told me that she's not a virgin any more. Is that true?"
I wasn't sure if this was a test or whether or not I could be trusted to keep a confidence, or if she really wanted to know if her friend had told her the truth. "Do you trust June?"
"Yes."
"Do you want me to tell you?" "Yes."
"It's really something between June and me, isn't it?"
"Yes, of course." She raised her hand again. "But not this time, because June already told me and I just want to make sure it's true-Though I trust her, I really do, or I wouldn't be here in your room like this. You understand that, don't you?"
"Sure I do. It is true, Anne, everything she told you. I said that as confidently as I could, even though I didn't have the slightest idea what June had told her. But from just knowing the two girls I thought they would tell each other the truth about something as important as their first fuck.
"Then I want the same thing."
She was different from the others, more shy and almost afraid.
I touched the mattress beside my hip. "Do you wart to get into the bed?"
She placed her little white purse on the nightstand, but she still stood with her back to the door. A faint smile traced across her lips, but she shook her head. It was only a faint shaking, but still meant no. "You're going to think I'm crazy, but I don't want to take my clothes off." she blushed.
"It's all right," I said, wanting to calm her. "Do on want to wait a few minutes? Do you want me to take your clothes off?"
"No," she half-giggled. "I really don't want to take my clothes off. And I don't have very much time."
I looked at her. She wanted to fuck, desperately by now, but I was not too sure how to go about it. She wanted my prick in her, as it had been in her friend, but she did not want to take her clothes off to help things I along. She was the only shy California girl I had run across during my travels.
"If you don't want to strip," I said, I'm not sure low we can go about it." I wanted to be able to squeeze her delightful little breasts while I fucked her. I also wanted to be able to taste between her legs. I sure as hell couldn't do those things if she kept her church clothes on.
She blushed again. She said, "I ... urn." She kept her hands together in front of her crotch as if to protect it, "Could we ... just... um ... I don't know."
"Could we what?"
"Couldn't we ... well, can it ... well, can it be done ... like, standing up?"
"Sure," I started, "but..." I wanted to talk her out of it because I wanted to get her into bed, but then I decided what the hell. It was her trip. I was only her instrument. Why the hell not. "It might be more difficult that way. You being a virgin and all."
"I know. I ... understand." She seemed to think over her suggestion and be on the verge of changing her mind. "But that's the way I want it. If it's all right. I really don't want to be in bed until I really love a guy, until, like, well ... you know."
"I know," I said softly. "I understand." She was going to be one of those statistics who only fuck their fiancés. She definitely would not consider telling a statistician that a standup insertion of a penis into her vagina was sexual intercourse; no, she would be a virgin until she climbed into bed with somebody who loved her and whom she loved in return. But until that guy came along she would be willing to fuck an occasional stranger, like me, if he would do it standing up, on a bus, or in the movies, or waiting for a train. Anne promised to be the kind of girl grangers like to meet.
I waited until she was looking at me again, then I rolled back the sheet and exposed my naked frame. My prick still lay down along my thigh. She looked at it.
Swinging my feet out of bed, I sat up. I was wide awake, but I scratched my head anyway to kind of straighten out my hair. Wouldn't do to fuck a girl dressed like Anne while my hair was still messy from sleep. I stood up, stretched, my arms reaching high over my head. Anne kept watching my prick as it stood out in a long arch over my balls. I asked once more, "Are you sure you don't want to get into bed?" "I'm sure."
I stood in front of her. She did not know what to do and I wasn't too sure myself. I kissed her mouth first, without touching any other part of her body. My prick softly brushed her yellow dress. She tenuously reached her hands up and gently held my shoulders. I didn't know what the hell there was about California girls that made them like to fuck standing up so much, but I didn't care. I'd have fucked them standing on their heads, if they had asked for that.
I reached under the hem of her dress, slipped my hands up her thighs over her slick nylons. She did not seem very Californian at all. She wasn't even wearing panti-hose, but the regulation, old-fashioned pink panties with lace around the legs. And, of all things, she also wore a garter belt to hold up her nylons.
As my hand reached her crotch, she rose on her tiptoes and kissed me. I felt her thigh tense along my wrist. She wrapped both arms around my bare neck and hung on. My fingers touched through her soft, silk material, and her hair felt thick and bushy. Her cunt was wet already. The crotch band of her panties was soaked. I put my other hand under the back of her dress and rubbed up and down along the tight silk over her ass. I hooked a finger through her waistband and slipped my hand into her pants, then cupped both her firm little ass cheeks in my hand and squeezed her against my hand that rubbed her front. Her thighs moved, pumped slightly as she moved against my hand. She seemed to be corning but I did not want her to come too hard yet.
My own body was beginning to respond. Laying naked in front of Meredith's devouring eyes, crossing the room naked in front of Anne, and finally standing here against her with my cock brushing the gathered yellow dress, I began to feel an arousal beginning in my balls. "Touch me," I said to Anne. Timidly, she took one hand from around my neck. Laying her forehead on my chest, she looked down to where my prick was beginning to rise out of my black pubic hair. She touched it with her fingers, then slipped it into her hand and pumped back and forth a few times, and when it began to rise she loosened her grip on it and let it lay long in her palm as the blood gorged into it, swelling it as she watched. "Oh, it's beautiful." "Will you kiss it before it goes into you?" "Oh, yes," she whispered, "I want to." I took my hands out of her pants so she could lower herself in front of me. She held my cock with one hand and for the first time brought her other hand down along my front. She touched my balls with those fingers, then, as she grew bolder and more confident, she held them in her palm as if she were weighing them. My cock by now was standing straight up. Anne leaned over it as if to inhale it. She barely skimmed the bottom of its head with her lips. Her tongue slipped between those fine lips and she just tasted it, left a faint suggestion of moisture from its tip along the bottom edge to my balls. She kneeled with her nose against my balls for a moment Then, sensuously, with her tongue all the way out she licked back up my prick to the head where, directing my cock with her hand she licked all the way around the head and slipped its soft skin inside her mouth. Just as quickly, she was standing again, searching for my mouth with her own, her eyes closed as if she wanted to experience everything but was unsure yet if she wanted to see it happening.
"Anne," I asked, "do you want these panties?"
Her voice seemed to catch in her throat "No," she tried to say as her tongue probed along my lips.
I gathered her dress again and slipped both hands up her legs. I felt along her tense thighs and when my hands were in her crotch again I slipped two fingers inside one leg hole. Her hair was thick. Her cunt was running with juices. Catching the material with one hand, I tore with the other, ripping the silk across the hem and across the seam of the crotch patch. Her tongue stopped licking me and she gasped a little as if what she had hoped for was coming true, but she had not dared hope too much. I tore the other hem.
She stood now with both my hands under her dress, her nylons and garter belt in place, as was the waistband of her panties, but her panties actually hung down in front and back leaving her crotch exposed, open, hot and wet to my fingers.
She parted her legs, seemed to squat a little to give my hands room. I didn't try to finger-fuck her. It wasn't necessary. I moved my legs between hers. She leaned against the door and my knees hit the wood as I bent my legs to slide my crotch under her cunt. My prick, standing straight up, aimed for her as if the practice of the last few days had given it a brain and it knew right where to go.
When I raised up, I guided the head between her cunt lips. She parted easily at first. Like June, she took the head like a big strawberry slipping between lips. I felt the gentle resistance of her hymen but did not stop. I pressed up as Anne, knowing how to help either from health class or possibly the advice of friends or maybe feminine intuition, pressed down to meet my upcoming hard rod. She began to give.
We slacked up. I slipped some of the shaft out of her. She poured her lubrication over me. Then, holding her ass with both hands, my fingers pressed hard against the back of her cunt and the bottom of her ass. I thrust up again and once more Anne came down to meet me. She clung to my mouth with her lips, little gasps issuing from her throat. I felt her giving way, her maidenhead resisting gently, not really wanting to keep me out, and I felt her vulva closing on my shaft as I probed further up her body where no one had ever been before.
She tore her mouth from mine. Her head flopped back quickly came forward again to clasp onto my naked back. Her arms held my shoulders, her fingers scraping my skin. She gasped, "I can see us in the mirror. I can see your ass. I see us. I see my legs on each side of you. I can see us fucking. Oh yes, there it is," she cried as I finally broke through all of her and started my first plunge up into her. "Oh, ooohhh, oohh," she gasped, her breath corning in short jabs, her fingers raking my back. "You're so strong, so hard. You're so good."
"You're taking it all," I said. "You're taking every bit of my cock. It's in you, Anne, all the way. It's all the way up your cunt." I held it there a moment while she hung on to me, and savored the beauty of having made another willing virgin. I thought of my cock buried deep in her, the fine hair that grew around the base of it even inside her too. Everything I had was in her except my balls. I reached under her and felt them hanging below her cunt as if they belonged to her. Then I traced the lips of her cunt, cupped her ass again, and began a slow grinding of her body into the door, pressing her crotch up hard enough to where it seemed my tongue in her mouth would reach the head of my dick, fucking up into her hard and fast, thrusting up and down, up and down, in and out sliding easily in her new cunt on her juices that flowed over me.
Her legs spread. Her white shoes sometimes scraped the floor on each side of me, but in fact I was holding her weight on my thighs, my hands on her ass keeping her steady. I humped up into her, threw my crotch up at her, my cock sliding fast up and down her cunt as I swelled longer and thicker.
It was not the kind of situation where either of us wanted a prolonged fuck.
June waited outside, ready to drive to church.
My thighs felt like the muscles might tear apart from the strain of casting my fuck up into her and holding her weight at the same time. My ass cheeks clenched together like strong teeth.
Her thighs were tense, the muscles flexing, struggling to hold me tighter.
I did not try for a long-distance record. She had wanted to fuck standing up and I enjoyed giving it to her. I did not, though, want to stand there all morning. I pumped hard in and out, faster and faster, and felt myself slipping beyond control, and I made no effort to hold myself back.
It came all at once, both of us together.
I shot spurt after spurt up into her hot, squirming hole, like a fountain gushing up.
She poured down over me like a waterfall. She held me tight, squeezing her bunched clothes against my naked body, wriggling her covered tits against my bare chest.
As my spasms finished, I felt that I wanted to fall backwards and carry her with me so my cock could have a final thrust up that fine wet cunt. My body sensed that there were places in her that I had not yet probed. But as my spasms subsided and I felt her body begin to relax, I bent my knees and my cock slipped out of her to flop down against my balls.
She leaned against the door.
I handed her some tissues and she reached under her dress to clean herself. She was no longer shy. She watched my cock as she wiped her cunt It was red, shiny with her juices and mine. She said, "I think it would have been better lying down; I think you were right."
"It was perfect anyway."
"It was for me," she said. "I just have an awful feeling I'll wish later that I was lying down with you." "Next time." "I'd like that."
"But I wouldn't mind," I said, "if we had to stand up again. You were fine."
She smiled, grinning, seemed now to be more Californian than she had before. "I wouldn't mind it, either." She felt her torn panties. "Think I can go to church like this?"
"No problem. Just be careful to keep your dress down."
She took one step toward me. "I will." She kissed me quickly, wrapped both her warm hands around my penis. "I wish you were staying here all summer."
"So do I."
"I have to run," she said. Her eyes looked down at my cock again. She touched my balls with the ends of her fingers.
She enjoyed looking at a naked man. "I wish we could do it again."
"Maybe we will," I said. "I probably won't get my car back until tomorrow."
"Maybe we can see each other tonight."
I had hoped to save my last night in town to work on Meredith. She was the last of the six and I only had a few hours. But it was hard to disappoint a fresh fucker. "I think we can work something out," I said. Then I remembered my promise to Bonnie. I might have selected out more than I could fuck.
She turned me loose finally and went quickly out the door. I heard her light feet skipping down the stairs, closed the door, and heard Mrs. Harmony's front door slam as Anne went outside. Then I heard a car door slam and I heard June start the motor and drive away.
Two young girls on their way to church on a bright Sunday morning in California. Two young girls with lifetime of fucking ahead of them. In a way I envied them, though I was only twenty-one myself and had my own lifetime of fucking ahead. I would have liked, at that moment, to have been everyone and to have helped them all enjoy lightness and fucking and heaviness and doing it and waiting to do it again.
But I only had one life and in order to live it to the fullest I had to have more rest. I crawled back into bed and pulled the sheet up over me.
When I woke up it was after twelve. I turned over to go back to sleep and discovered that I had another erection. I smiled and closed my eyes. I slept for another hour.