Chapter 8

It had been a busy week. It had been late when I got home from the frolic at the Fletchers. I woke up in the morning feeling more tired than when I had gone to bed. I decided to use a gimmick that I had learned from a friend who had learned it while he was a patient in a Naval hospital. I sneaked into the bathroom, got a couple of pieces of soap and stuck them under my arms. I went back to bed. When the old lady came in, ready to read the riot act, I told her that I was feeling lousy. She did the predictable, the thing she always did at such a time; she went for the thermometer. It didn't bother me. The soap under your arms raises your temperature. Mine was up enough that she calmed down, soothed me a little, and then left me to sleep.

I guess that I slept hard for another couple of hours, then I went into a world of dreams. It started out with Tom Fletcher sitting in the class-room. He was stark naked. He had a hard-on and it looked like he was playing with himself, but it turned out that he was using his prick for a pen. He wrote a note and had it passed over to me. "My wife is an ice-berg," I read, "will you help me melt her?"

There was no transition. We didn't leave the classroom and walk or drive to their apartment, we were just suddenly there and he had been right Marie

Fletcher sat in the chair she had been sitting in the night before. She, too, was stark naked. I looked down at her beautiful tits with the little rosettes on the tips, at the mounded forest between her legs. It was all very beautiful, perhaps even more so because she was, as he had said, an ice-berg. Her body was almost the color of crystal except for the lovely pinkish nipples and the dark hair over her well-mounded pussy.

When I tried to pick her up she was cold and slippery. I had one hell of a time, but I finally got her into the bedroom and lying on the bed. I straddled her. I began working on her lovely tits, massaging them, playing with the nipples, and they felt so good that my cock started hardening. Now as I fondled those juicy titties I rubbed my cockhead up and down her cold pussy. It began to warm up, to soften, and the tight lips seemed to open for me; my cock slid into her, the head first and then inch by inch as I stroked with my hips and kept my hands going on her titties. Slow and easy, slow and easy I gave it to her, sinking it to the balls and then pulling it out, sinking it again, and then I heard Tom come into the room. He stood beside the bed, his cock standing up hard toward his belly, but when I looked up at him it was Frank Jorgenson standing there. "Ah," he said, lust in his voice, enthusiasm, "you're doing it. Look, Sammy, you're doing it! She's moving her lips. She wants to suck my cock while you're fucking her!"

She opened her eyes, looked up and smiled. "Oh, yes, I want to, but you can stay hard. Fuck me like Sam is, Frankie."

I rolled over, pulling my cock out of her, and they disappeared. A couple of seconds later I felt a warm hand on my belly. It moved around in slow circles, the circles widening, then the fingers pushed through the hair and I felt them wrapping around my hard prong. They stroked it gently for a couple of times, then the hand slid down and the fingers groped around until they found my balls. They held them a moment, that let loose and went back up my hard shaft. I opened my eyes. That had been no dream. Jenny Larson was sitting on the edge of the bed, her big tits straining against the material of her blouse, a smile on her lips. I blinked. "What...what are you doing here?"

"When you weren't at school today I pretended I had a headache," she said honestly. "I left and came over."

I looked around hurriedly. "Where's my old lady?"

"She was just leaving when I got here. Said she was going to go play cards or something and it would be okay for me to wait 'till you woke up." She looked down at the hard cock she was still holding in her hand. "You weren't really sick," she said, a mere statement of fact

"Naw, I was just pooped, that's all. What time is it?"

She gave my cock a couple of loving strokes. "Ifs a little after one o'clock."

I didn't feel up to fucking, but I put my hand on her knee, then slowly rubbed it up under her skirts. Her skin was warm and nice, and she spread her legs for me. I got it up to where I could wiggle a finger under her panties and toy with her pussy.

"How'd you like Dave the other night?" I asked her.

She giggled. "It was kind of fun getting with a boy with that nice a cock who doesn't really know how to use it yet! He caught on fast though, boy, did he!" She let her hand move from my cock up over my belly, across my chest and back down to grasp it again. "He doesn't have as nice a body as you, either, he's a little skinny, but that was all right" She looked straight into my eyes. "Shall I take my clothes off, Sammy?"

"Naw, you better not You can't trust my old lady. She might just decide to come back."

"Well...well, can I at least go down on you?"

I teased her pussy with my finger. "Let me think about it a minute, okay? Hell, I'm still half asleep." I studied her pretty face, her blond hair, and the knockers that obviously hated being trapped as they were. "Jenny, what was your first fucking?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "It's been so long ago I almost don't remember. Even when I was a little girl all the little boys in the neighborhood were sticking their peckers in me." She stroked my cock again, pulling her fingers up along the shaft and sort of palming the head, sliding them back down. It felt good, so I fingered her pussy a little more to return the favor. "The first one I really remember," she said seriously, "was an older guy. I was about fourteen, I guess, and he was twenty-one or so. He'd come to spend the night with my brother, but he came into my room during the night Jesus, what a cock he had!"

"Bigger than mine?"

She giggled. "No, but it seemed tike it then! It came to...oh, maybe..." she measured off, rubbing my cock with her finger and letting it stop just a bit below the head, "maybe to here."

I nodded, then I pulled my hand out from under her skirts. "I've got to take a leak," I said, and rolled away from her. I pushed myself up, stretched, then headed for the bathroom. I relieved myself, brushed my teeth and washed my face, combed my hair. I went back to the bedroom door. "Come on along, Jenny, Fm going to get some breakfast."

She followed me into the kitchen and sat at the table with me while I ate a bowl of cold cereal. "Sammy," she said almost dreamily, "you ever think about getting married?"

"Naw. Hell, I'm not getting married for...."

"It'd be real nice. Say you and I were married, well, I'd be naked now, too, and when you got finished eating we could go back in the bedroom...." I laughed. "Jenny, the way you like fun and games, you really think you could ever be satisfied with one guy?"

"If that one guy was you, I could. Even now, if you'd do it I wouldn't go out with any other guy. I mean, if you'd let it be just you and me."

I shook my head. "Naw, be sensible. Baby, you know we both like our fucking too much to limit it to one person." It went so quiet that I looked up, and it surprised the hell out of me to see that Jenny had tears in her eyes. She was actually serious! For some reason I thought of the number of times we bumped into each other in the hallway at school, she asked for it and I met her in the John so that she could blow me. For Chrissake, I told myself, she hadn't just wanted to swing on a big cock, she actually thought she loved me! It was a bad scene. It made me feel uncomfortable as hell. I wanted to get away from it "Lemme tell you what happened last night" I said as conversationally as I could, as casually, and I told her about the Fletchers.

She listened, but it didn't seem to impress her. When I was through, emptying the howl of cereal at the same time, she looked up and said almost tremulously, "Are we going back into your bedroom now, Sammy?"

I was clear soft now. I got up, crossed over and rinsed out the bowl-knowing that she was studying my backside. I turned slowly, leaned against the drain-board. "Jesus, Jenny!"

Her eyes on my prick, she swallowed. "Jesus, what?"

"You're going to ruin things, you know that? I mean, we have our fun and games now, but if you go getting serious like this, I'm going to be afraid to fuck you at all."

She looked up, the tears still in her eyes. "I wish...I wish you couldn't get hard...with any other girl."

I almost laughed, but I realized that it wasn't funny. And I realized that I had a little troubleshooting to do for myself. I had to somehow figure out how to get Jenny off the hang-up of thinking that she was hung up on me. I shook my head; it would have been easy if she was playing the "devoted" role-you know, the girl who won't give herself to any boy but the one she's got the hots for-but with her having an active sex-life, breaking her feelings down by getting her screwing other guys was eliminated. I didn't want to hurt her, either. "Look, Jenny," I started, but there were no thoughts, no words to follow it I shook my head. "I'm going to get dressed, then well go for a walk, okay?"

"Can't I...can't I do it to you first?"

I shook my head, then pushed myself up and headed for the bedroom. I dressed, and when I went back Jenny was gone.

I went over to Liz Nordham's. She opened the door and her face broke into its usual smile at seeing me, but she's a sensitive person despite her free-swinging. She knew immediately that I wasn't there for fun and games.

We sat at the kitchen table and drank coffee. I told her my problem, wordlessly admitting that while I was helping other people with their problems I couldn't handle my own. When I was through she shook her head. "I don't know, Sam My first impulse is to advise you to just stay away from Jenny, but I'm afraid that if you did that-if you took as much of you as she has away from her-she might get emotional and do something foolish. I think...I think that maybe you ought to just play it by ear. Go along as you have, just don't get in a position where she can start talking seriously."

That made sense. I decided to give it a try. That settled, I told her what had happened the night before. Her eyes brightened and she listened with interest. When I'd finished the story her eyes twinkled and she said, "You ought to introduce Ted and I to your new friends. Maybe we could really get things rolling!"

"Hey! That's not a bad idea," I exclaimed, and the more I thought about it, the more it appealed to me. I could see the four of them having a real session of fun and games, and Marie Fletcher sure as hell couldn't possibly come out of that without a new approach to life! "I'll get hold of Tom, try to set it up," I said. Then I added, with my own humor-but serious about it.

"Of course, there'll be one qualification."

"What's that?" Liz asked.

"That I get to watch!"

She laughed. "I'd go along with that, baby, but with that hyper-active cock of yours I'd bet it turned into a five-way before you could blink an eye!"

The door-bell rang and we both looked up. I looked at the clock hanging on the kitchen wall. "Frank," I said, because enough time had passed that school had ended and he had had time to get there.

Liz nodded. "Probably. You going to join in?"

"Naw, I'm taking a day of rest, but I think I'll stay and watch the action."

"Ah, fucker become voyeur," she laughed, pushing herself to her feet. She moved gracefully into the entry-hall and opened the door. "Hello, Frank," I heard her say, "come in."

Frank was nervous as hell. You could see that it had taken some real arguing for him to even get himself there, but he had made it. "How you doin', old buddy?" I asked conversationally.

He swallowed. "Okay, I guess."

Liz came up behind him. She slid her arms around his waist and pressed herself against his backside. Her hand slid down to his crotch, rubbed, and when she pulled it away his cock was standing out against his pants. "Let's go into the bedroom," she half-murmured. She took his hand and led him away. I pushed myself up and followed them in.

Liz was still making it easy for him. She stripped out of the housecoat she had been wearing and stood there in all her beautiful nakedness. She stretched the way she often did, pushing herself up on her toes a little; it made her tits rise up nicely, her pussy seemed to be hungering for attention. That done, she lowered herself to the bed, legs spread, and fingered herself a little as she smiled up at Frank. "Aren't you going to join me?" she finally asked.

Frank gulped, looked at me. "Strip, old buddy," I said.

"What...what if I go soft?"

"Don't worry about it, dammit If you go soft, well just keep at it" I answered.

He nodded, then he started undressing. He stood beside the bed, cockhard and looking down at Liz. She opened her arms to him, and he lowered himself, stretching out against her, her arms going around him. They began some really wild love-making, their mouths glued together, hands crawling all over each other's body. I couldn't tell if Frank was grinding his cock against her or Liz was grinding her pussy against his cock, but whichever, their mid-sections were in action and I was pleased to see, from time to time, that he was staying hard. Finally I saw her hand push its way down between them; Frank raised up a little, she took hold of his cock. I held my breath-this was probably the moment of reckoning, at least for this session.

Still kissing him, his hands fondling her tits, Liz rubbed his cockhead up and down her pussy. I could feel thrilling sensations go through my own body as I remembered bow that could feel, and I'd gotten hard enough that I was tempted to join them I didn't I watched as she finally pushed his cock straight the head caught between her lips, and began raising and lowering her hips in short movements. She was making sure that she didn't scare him off, and it worked; she had made enough motions so that the head had disappeared into her, and Frank took over. He began fucking in even motions, giving her his full length with each stroke. I watched his piston disappear, pull out disappear again, his balls bouncing with each stroke, and I smiled again. There was no fear; old Frankie-boy was keeping his hard on, he was well on his way to dumping his first load up a hot cunt

Convinced that I could write off another success and afraid that if I watched them much longer I'd have no choice but to get in on the fun, J turned and quietly left the house. Man, you couldn't watch a sweet moist pussy like that taking a hard cock without wanting to get in on the act! I won't say that a guy's ass and balls are particularly intriguing, but you can't watch a set of them in that kind of action without feeling something! There was a little sticky stuff on my leg to prove the point to say nothing of the hot meat pressed against my leg.

I just reached the sidewalk when a car stopped. Without even thinking, I watched the driver get out and recognition came. It was the insurance salesman who had been there that one afternoon with Liz and I. Starting around the car, he saw me; he stopped, then recognized me. "Hi!" I said cheerfully. "Coming back for seconds?"

His face turned red and he got flustered, so he didn't have to give a verbal answer. That had been exactly what he had had in mind, and I'd caught him in just the nick of time. If I had left a few minutes earlier he would have gone up to the door and Liz, because she couldn't resist would have answered. Frank might have lost his hard-on and not been able to get another, or at least not be able to get back to screwing her if someone else-especially a stranger-arrived. "Liz isn't home," I said, and at the same time I felt sort of sorry for the guy. I mean, you just have to feel sorry for a guy when you know he's got the hots and gets disappointed like that

For a moment I remembered how surprised-maybe shocked is a better word-he had been at the thought of a three-way, and then ended up enjoying it He had obviously had a limited sex-life. On the tag end of that actually a continuation of the thought I remembered what Ted and I had done. I leaned that against the guy having the hots and toyed with the idea of taking him around to the rumpus room and showing him a little more variety. I decided against it-hell, why would I pass up what I had already passed up that day and end up with another guy! "Liz isn't home," I said again.

He bobbed his head, got back in the car and drove away. "Wow," I said out loud, "that was close!" Then I smiled to myself, because according to quick calculations Frank would be going into the final humping now. He'd be squeezing the hell out of Liz's nice tits, tonguing her mouth, and driving his piston home for the final time, burying it in that warm, juicy channel and letting his own juices spurt out as his ass quivered and his cock throbbed. Liz would be rubbing his ass end, her cunt muscles squeezing the last drops out of his cock, and he'd whisper, "Jesus, I did it! I finally kept a hard-on and came with a girl!"

Chuckling to myself, I started on down the sidewalk. I'd go home and do a little homework, enough to satisfy the teachers and thus get them and my old lady off my back. Tomorrow, back at school, I could go back to trouble-shooting!