Chapter 6
In the days that followed, her fears proved well founded. For Brian kept his eyes open all the time.
When a new girl showed up at school, he felt lis cock bristling with excitement. The tingle in kis balls told him he liked her. Her name was Laura.
She was a beautiful blonde. Her big blue eyes and her ready smile excited his imagination.
"Laura baby," he told her, "I really dig you."
"Oh is that right?" she smiled. "I bet you say that to all the chicks."
"No baby," he assured her. "I don't. I don't have to put up with the chicks at school. Not by a long shot, honey."
"What do you mean?" she asked not fully comprehending what he was saying.
"I've got me a lover," he told her. "Somebody who really digs me."
"Well good for you-baby," she said. "You don't need me then."
"That's just it," he smiled. "My lover can't compare to you."
"Well I'm a good girl," she said. "So maybe I'll be a big disappointment to you. I suppose that you'd expect me to go to bed with you."
"No," he said, "you don't have to go to bed with me. We could do it in the car."
"That's worse," she said. "I am a girl who doesn't believe in having sex before marriage."
"I don't believe it," he said, as he looked at her.
"Well look at me," she said. "Meet an old fashioned gal."
He was startled to look at a girl who could say such a thing. He could hardly believe that this could be true.
"I just don't believe it," he repeated.
"Well it's the truth," she said seriously.
"Alright," she laughed. "I will test you. If you will offer me money, I wouldn't go to bed with you."
"I don't have any money to offer, baby," he smiled. "Just my heart and my hard-on."
"That's a pretty interesting combination to offer anyone," she said.
"What do you mean honey?" he asked Laura not really comprehending what she was saying.
"Well it's this, baby," she explained. "Most men come at you with one thing in mind. They want to bed down with you. I don't dig that scene. I have feelings too, and they aren't all between my legs."
"I know you do," he told her. "You are a beautiful woman, and I'll bet you had a lot of cats who wanted to lay it on you."
"Too true," she said. "And I'm spoiled. I'm used to people making over me."
"And I can see why," he assured her.
"Sweetheart," she smiled at him. "You don't know how much I love you."
"I have a pretty good idea," he told her.
Before their conversation was over he had Laura promising that he could take her to a movie the following Saturday night.
When he came home that day he was all excited and delighted.
"What are you so happy about?" his mother asked as he came in the door.
"Am I happy about something?" he demanded.
"Well obviously you are dear," she told him.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Well I'll tell you what it is," he said. "Well I have found a girl in class that I dig."
"Well that's interesting," she said nervously. "Tell me about it."
"Alright," he told her, "her name is Laura. She has blue eyes and yellow hair. She looks like an angel, Mom."
"Well they all do at your age," she said, "but believe me, looks are deceiving. What is she trying to do? I suppose she wants to bed down with you immediately."
"As a matter of fact, she doesn't," he told her.
"Did you ask?" she asked.
"Well sure I did," he said. "What did you expect me to do when I see a new girl like Laura? Every guy at school will be after her ass."
"That's nice," she said. "Turning her into a tramp before she has an opportunity to prove what a nice girl she is, or isn't."
"Why do you say isn't?" he stammered.
"Just from the way that you're talking about her," she said, "I can see that she has excited your emotions. And, your sex emotions primarily."
"Oh no," he told her, "I feel something for her. I want to protect her."
"Protect her from what?" she demanded. "Protect her from the other fellows who want to do what you want to do? You don't fool me none. You're after her body and I'm against any relationship involved with this girl. It can only end in disaster."
"You bug me Mom," he said, "I'm not married to you."
"I never said that we were married," she said, "but I always did say that we have a beautiful thing going. And what you are talking about with this girl is anything but beautiful, it's sordid and ugly. And I don't care to discuss it further."
"Well you don't have to worry about me," he said, "I don't want to talk about it either."
He was becoming more and more incensed as he thought about it.
"Mom," he stammered, "you know I love you."
"I don't know whether you do or not," she said angrily. "When you come home and tell me about some girl, some girl who's probably a slut, I don't know what to think of you anymore"
The whole matter was extremely upsetting to her. She didn't like to think of it as it was getting her all unwound.
"Oh Mom," he exclaimed, "you don't want me to go out on Saturday night and take her to the movies with our car?"
"My car," she said flashing green with envy. "Of course I don't want you taking her anywhere. I know what those drive-in movies are. They're passion pits. I don't want you to go near one."
"You can't boss my life," he said.
"No," she said angrily, "I can't. But I sure as hell can do everything in my power to save you."
"Save me?" he said. "Save me from what, Mom?"
"From the pitfalls," she said, "that you are sinking into. It makes me sick to think of what's happening to you."
"Oh I can imagine that," he said. "Look Mom. You're uptight. You know you are. So just relax. I'm going out with Laura and I'm going to take our car."
"I forbid it," she said. "You are not going to do it."
"Then I'll do what I please," he insisted. "You're not going to go to one of those passion pits on Saturday night," she said. "I see what goes on in those places. It's disgusting."
No matter how much she protested, he was determined that he was going to do it. When she realized how completely futile it was to argue with him, she let him go.
"I hope you have a wonderful time," she said, as he left.
The sarcasm in her voice indicated how angry she was. He ignored it.
"Aren't you going to kiss your mother goodbye?" she said.
"Alright Mom," he said. He walked over to her and put his arms around her. He kissed her lightly on the cheek.
"That's not a kiss," she complained. "I'll show you what a kiss is."
She opened her mouth and slid her tongue around his lips. Then she started to slide her tongue into his mouth. He held his teeth there making it impossible.
"You little bastard," she snapped. "You're defying me. Just like your father did."
She looked at him angrily, and told him, "Get out. Get the hell out. Get out of my life. Go to hell, you bastard."
He stormed out of there and he was glad to be gone. As he went out to her car he couldn't help thinking how wonderful it would be if he could put the key into the ignition and drive on down the highway and never come back.
He got on the freeway and turned on some loud music to drown the torture that was tormenting his mind. His first date with Laura would have to be like this.
As he drove down the freeway he looked at the other cars. He looked at people as he passed them. He wondered if they could possibly be a tormented as he was. He hoped not, as he was at the point he wished he could drive into the center divider.
All at once he became hypnotized by the wire fence of the divider. He came closer and closer to it. He almost went into it when he heard a horn behind him. It pulled him out of his stupor and his suicide desire. He swerved, barely avoiding a crash.
Now at last he was driving down the highway to Laura's house. When he got to Laura's place he was a bundle of fears. "What's wrong with you?" she asked him quietly.
"Does it show?" he asked.
"All over," she said.
"I had an argument with my Mom," he said. "About the car. You see we only have one car.
And I wanted to take it."
"You are sure she wasn't angry because you were going out with me?" she asked him.
"Now why would my Mom care if I was going out with you?" he laughed.
"Well I guess she's jealous," she said.
"Jealous?" he said. "What do you mean?"
"Well I didn't mean jealous," she corrected herself. "I mean uptight about you using the car. She had her own date and she's jealous of me getting to use the car."
"Oh doesn't her date have a car?" she asked, as he began getting deeper and deeper in the web of his own detection.
"No," he said. "He doesn't have a car."
"What kind of man does your mother date?" she demanded.
"Well he doesn't have the money to get one, and he doesn't.like driving in traffic. It's dangerous."
"Sounds like he's living in the Dark Ages honey," she said.
"Well the freeways are dangerous," he said. "I almost had a crash just now."
"Well if you aren't a safe driver, I don't know whether I could go with you. You do have a license, don't you?"
"Sure I do," he told her. "Don't worry about it."
"I'll try not to," she said. "But from all that you say, I feel a bit jumpy."
"I can understand that," he said.
Finally Laura and Brian went to the drive-in movie.
"Oh this looks like a great picture," she said. "I think it's a sequel to the 'Creature from the Black Lagoon'. It's the 'Creature from the Green Lagoon'."
"Well it sounds putrid," he said.
"Well of course it has something to do with putrid," she said. "As the green lagoon is all slime and mold."
"Oh ugh," he said, "I'm going to keep my eyes off the screen."
"Well if you're going to do that," she asked, completely puzzled, "why are we going to the movies?"
"Well there are other things you can do at the film besides looking at the screen," he smiled.
"I think I know what you mean," she said, "and maybe I should ask you to turn around and take me home."
"But you won't, will you?" he smiled.
"Well no," she said, "I guess I won't. I'll be generous."
As they went into the drive-in movie, young Laura was fearful. He said enough to make her sure of one thing. She was going to wear a sim- pie chastity belt that her mother had made.
As he bent over to touch her and slip his hand under her panties, he got a big surprise.
"What are you wearing?" he demanded.
"My chastity belt," she said. "Mother made it for me. She said whenever I went to a drive-in to wear it."
"It's awful," he said.
"Not awful at all," she said. "It's protection. Apparently I need plenty of protection going to a picture show with you."
She focused her eyes on the 'Creature from the Green Lagoon' and enjoyed it immensely.
"Oh that's a great film," she said. "The creature can really act."
"Oh I can see that," he said. "He can say three words: gurgle gurgle and blob."
"Yes," she said, "but he's been in that lagoon for millions-of years. You don't expect him to suddenly speak as well as you and I do, do you?"
"Well no," he said, "under those conditions, I suppose not."
As the picture progressed he tried to think of firings that he could do to excite her. He reached for her breasts and got another jolt.
"What have you got there?" he demanded.
"A rubber bra over my regular one," she said. Tm not going to have your hands touching me there. I knew -what you would try to do. I told you I came prepared."
The only thing he had left that he could think to do was to expose himself to her, hoping he would excite her.
He reached to the other side of the car to open the glove compartment. He pulled out a small flashlight. Then he unzipped his fly. Reaching in, he pulled out his thick penis.
"Oh look at that," she exclaimed. "That's beautiful."
He focused the flashlight on it, and she gasped.
"Is that horrible?" he asked.
"I wasn't looking at the movie," she explained. "I was looking at your cock."
"Haven't you ever seen one of these things before?" he stammered.
"Never," she said. "Daddy never let me near him when he was naked. And I must say it's a horrifying looking object."
"It may not look good," he apologized, "but it sure as hell feels good."
"I bet it's slimy like that creature up there," she complained.
"Reach over honey," he said, "and feel of it." Begrudgingly she reached over and felt of it.
As she felt of it, she found it throbbing. "It has a heart beat," she said.
"No," he told her, "it has a pulse beat. It's a pressure point. Baby there's a lot of pressure in those balls. You should see when it shoots cream. It shoots up, like you wouldn't believe."
"Well it is interesting," she said. "It is a curi-. ous looking thing too."
"Well it is something that you look at not only for beauty. It's something that has a lot of practical use."
"Of course," she said. "How would you urinate if you didn't have that?"
"Well I don't mean just that," he smiled. "I mean the practical use of sexual pleasure."
"Oh," she said, "well you're not slipping it into my pussy. I'll tell you that."
"No," he smiled, "you've taken care of that. But you haven't closed your mouth up."
"What are you talking about?" she asked, as formed an O with her mouth. That was too enticing and he reached over, grabbed her by the neck and pulled her down over the length of his cockshaft. With her mouth hrmed in an oval, it fitted perfectly. To her enormous surprise, she enjoyed it. "Fasten your lips around it, baby," he told her. "I'll plug your mouth up with penis. Reach down there and play with my balls. It will cum quicker."
She was hypnotized with his words and she reached over and felt of his swelling testicles.
She massaged them skillfully as she slipped her mouth up and down the length of his cockshaft. "Oh that's beautiful," she panted. "Yes baby, that's beautiful."
The pleasure was continuing now, and he was enjoying it more every moment.
"That's the way I like it," he told her. "Yes baby, that's the way to do it."
The enticing excitement of the act brought shivers of delight to both of them.
"Oh honey," he said eagerly, "you're doing me. That's the way to do it baby. Keep it up."
She continued giving him the excitement that he wanted. He could hardly stand it now.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes. That's the way. All the way, baby."
The super sensations that continued were building to a momentous climax.
"Eat my cock," he told her, in a masculine manner. "Eat it, baby. You'll love it. Now you're doing it. That's the way to do it. Love it."
She continued doing him, and he became more and more excited.
"Yes baby," he told her, "now you're licking it. That's the way I like it. Hang in there."
She was hanging in there alright and he was loving it. Every minute was more and more stimulating.
"It's full of juice baby," he said. "And when you agitate those big balls down there, you're going to get more, because the more excited I get, the more juice I can give. And if you want to milk it with your mouth, you listen to me, baby."
She listened and was delighted.
"Oh baby," he gasped excitedly, "that's beautiful. Keep it up."
The excitement was building now to a passionate pitch.
"Eat the cock," he told her. "Yes. Eat that cock. Now you're doing it. Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's the way. Keep it going."
Now he slammed it to her and thrust vigorously.
"Oh, yes baby, yes. Now, now, now!"
Suddenly the juice erupted in her mouth. It shot in a steady stream.
"Eat it," he cried excitedly, "eat that cock. Now ru're doing it. That's what I want. Eat the cock."
She was happy and delighted now.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That's beautiful. Keep it going, baby. Keep it going."
The pleasure that he obtained at this moment was fantastic. It was a thrill to indoctrinate her to the ways of lovemaking.
When she finally slipped her mouth off him, she had a new expression on her face. One of happiness and joy that eclipsed any beauty that she had before. She knew him and he knew her. "How was I?" he smiled. "You were wonderful baby," she said. "I'm sorry I put up such a big fuss. Once I got down there I enjoyed it. It was thinking about it that made it seem so terrible."
"The same applies to your pussy, baby," he told her. "If you think about it, it seems awful. If you do it, it's wonderful."
"You want to lick me down there?" she asked him.
"I'd do anything for it," he said. "Because
I know you'd be a sweet juicy pussy."
She told him quietly, "Well I'll unlock my chastity belt."
When her chastity belt had been removed, he pulled down her panties and looked closely at her vagina.
"Let me put the flashlight on it," he asked her.
He turned his flashlight on and glimpsed her moist quivering pink flesh.
"Oh baby," he told her, "that looks so beautiful."
She was happy that he was enjoying it. "I want to lick it, and love it, I want to eat it," he said.
"Will I juice just like you did?" she asked, puzzled about the ways of the flesh.
"Yes baby," he told her. "And this is going to be the greatest day of your life. When you feed me."
His tongue slipped around her slit and then he stabbed it in vigorously. He licked the velvety vagina walls, and nibbled at her clit.
"Oh Brian, baby," she said, "I love that. Yes, I love it. Eat my pussy."
It was strange she thought, as she floated on a cloud of passion that he had placed her on when his tongue slipped around there. How much she enjoyed it. "Eat me honey," she cried. "Eat my pussy." His pumping tongue continued. Every moment he was becoming more and more excited. "Oh faster, baby," she said. "Faster." He slid his tongue into her and she pushed forward. Her forward pushing action had his tongue stabbing into her pussy movements. They were getting closer and closer to climax. The pleasure that they were both enjoying at this point had reached a frenzied pace. "Oh baby," he sighed, "this is too much."
He got his tongue back in her and gripped her asscheeks with his hands. He held on as he stabbed away. He used his tongue like a penis. The pumping action got her hotter and hotter. "Eat me," she cried, "yes. Eat me." It wasn't going to be much longer now and he was waiting for that magic moment. Suddenly she juiced. He licked quickly, devouring all the fabulous substance from her cave.
Taking his tongue out of her, he smiled. "Now I'm going to put something in you that you'll love. My cock."
He had a shy, sly smile as he straddled her. "Oh give it to me," she said. "I wanted it so many times. I imagined what it would be like to have a man stick his cock in me. Oh wow!"
She was dizzy with delight as his rock hard cock thrust in there.
"Yes baby," she panted. "Do me. That's what I want. Keep it up honey."
The passionate pleasure that he was enjoying at this moment was almost more than he could stand.
"Oh baby," he groaned in delight, "you are too much."
Her lips were all over him now, kissing him. He could tell she appreciated getting fucked.
"Give it to me, baby," he told her. "Give it to me.
When he realized that he was breaking her cherry with his first stab, it ignited him all the more. It hurt her for a moment, but now the pleasure was fantastic.
Together they pumped to a juicy, colorful climax.
Withdrawing from her, he smiled.
"Baby," he told her, "you are too much. I really dig you."
She looked at him with adoration written all across her face.
"Sweetheart," she smiled, "I wanted you. But I tfdn't want to admit the truth. I wanted you bad."
"Good baby," he told her.
Now he felt sad. He really had to tell his mother that he had found a girl he loved. He didn't know how long the relationship would be, but it fed far more meaning than the one with his m.
It tortured him as he thought about what he d to do.
"What's got you uptight baby?" she asked. "Oh nothing," he said. "You see there's an- er chick I care for before you came along." "And you don't know whether you like me bet- than her?" Laura asked.
"No honey," he said, "that's not the problem. I know how much I care for you. I care a helluva lot."
"I see," she said softly. "You are thinking of how you are going to tell your mother." "Right on," he said. "That's exactly it." "Well don't think about it," she said. "I can see how it hurts."
The feelings that were going through her now were strange. She had never been in this position before and yet she didn't want to let the other person suffer.
"What will your mother say?" Laura smiled.
"Well I'm going to tell her I found this other i woman," he said. "Because I love you."
"How do you know you love me?"
"I do know," he said. "But I can't put it in i words. It's just something that came over me."
"You mean like love at first sight?"
"You might say that," he said. "The first time I laid eyes on you I knew I'd make out. I could see it."
"Now is going to bed, love?" she asked.
"I don't mean that alone," he assured her. "I mean I knew we would have a good time together. It was almost like we went together."
"I know what you mean," she said softly. "I know exactly what you mean."
"Why?" he asked eagerly, "did you feel this for somebody else?"
Before she replied she looked at him. He was puzzled by her silence.
"Go ahead and tell me," he told her. "I can take it."
"I felt the same thing for you Brian," she said. "Since I laid eyes on you. I thought there's the man for me. But I was afraid."
"You didn't have to be afraid of me baby," he told her. "I thought too much of you. But I thought down deep you wanted it as much as I did."
"Sure I did," she said. "But I wanted you to sweat for it. I figured that if I was an easy make, you wouldn't dig me."
"You've got the right idea," he said. "Anything worth fucking is worth fighting for."
Her arms were around him now and they were kissing passionately.
"Baby," he said, "we've got to clean up the mess."
He pulled out some tissues from the glove compartment and they cleaned up. Then they looked at the remainder of the movie.
His arm was around her shoulder and she snuggled closer.
"Brian," she said, "I'm not as innocent a girl as you think."
"What do you mean?" he asked her.
"Well," she said, "I want to be honest with you, baby."
"Go right ahead," he said.
"Well," she said. "I did have some strange sex with somebody a few times."
"What do you mean strange?" he asked. "Are you a lesbian?" She laughed. "No honey," she smiled. "Nothing like that.
Women don't turn me on."
"Well what is it?" he asked, trying to unravel her secret.
"Well," she said, "I've got to know that you won't hate me when I tell you."
"Hate you?" he demanded. "Now why in hell would I hate you?"
"Because baby, you could," she insisted.
"Well I never would," he told her. "There's nothing you could do that would make me hate you."
"I never told anybody this," she said, "but my father used to make me blow him."
"What?" he said, bristling to attention. "You see," she said, with a hurt tone in her voice, "I never should have told you. Now you will hate me, Yes, it's true. It's all too true. My father used to force me to have sex with him. He used to force me to blow him."
"Oh no," he told her, "I can't believe it. That sounds too awful."
"It was terrible," she admitted. "And I'm ashamed of it. I mean it."
There was no doubt about it, she was feeling awful.
"Honey," he smiled at her, "let me tell you something. You don't have to feel ashamed. He .forced it on you."
She shook her head slowly.
"No," she said. "He didn't. You see, Mom was away at the hospital for an operation. And I knew that he was not getting his regular sex. I used to hear them in the bedroom when Daddy was drinking. He made a lot of noise. So when he was left alone for a month I figured he needed something. I thought I could use my hand and I slipped into bed and stroked his penis. He loved it but then he said, 'Put your mouth around it honey.'
"So I slipped my mouth over his cock and ate it."
"Then you did put on a bit act with me tonight?" he demanded.
"Let's say the act of love," she said.
"Well it depends on how you defin it," he said.
"Maybe you are right. Maybe it was love that made you tell those lies."
It was obvious to him that she was being a bit difficult.
"You know honey," he said, "I think about you a lot and I worry about you."
"Do you?" she said.
"Yes baby," he said. "You've had a rough time. If you have been molested as a child, you never can have a normal life ever after."
"Maybe that's true," she said. "I never thought about that. But I read a book about it. I think it was called 'Lolita' or something. Some older guy, I think her father, had sex with her."
"That's right," he said. "It changed her life forever."
"Can you accept me after such an awful thing like that?" she said.
"Yes," he said. "I can accept you. For one thing, I thought you were too good at it to be a beginner."
"Did you really?" she asked. "Was I really good at it?"
"You were very good at it," he told her. "And you enjoyed it a lot. I could tell from the enthusiasm you put into the action,"
"It's true," she admitted. "I did enjoy it. I enjoyed it immensely."
She looked at him with happiness and joy written over her face.
"I guess I'm leveling at last," she said. "And I've found someone I want to level with. The whole bit about the chastity belt and the rubber around the bra are all a defense mechanism."
"You sure know a lot of big words honey," he said.
"I learn my psychology lessons well," she said.
"That's the truth," he admitted.
For a moment he was puzzled. Should he tell her about his relationship with his mother or not? Inasmuch as she had a similar entanglement with her father, he figured that perhaps she could understand what he had gone through.
Then he had second thoughts. He thought it would definitely be the wrong thing to do and he decided ag-ainst telling her.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked him, seeing how perplexed and puzzled he was.
"Oh nothing," he told her.
"Oh yes you are," she said quietly. "Something is troubling you."
"Does it show?" he asked.
"Yes," she nodded. "It shows real bad."
"I'm sorry," he apologized.
"Really baby," she said, "you don't have to apologize. Really you don't."
He drove her home and let her off. He kissed her passionately as he said goodnight and went on home to his Mom.
When he walked in the door, he was hardly prepared for the cyclone that was about to greet him.
"Where in hell have you been?" she asked him, slurring her words drunkenly.
"What's it to you?" he said as he stormed upstairs.
"You're not getting off as easy as that, bastard," she shrieked.
He went into his room, but he couldn't lose her. She was pounding on the door. "Don't shut me out," she shrieked. "I'm sorry Mom," he told her. "You'd better be sorry, damn you," she snapped at him angrily.
"Have a heart Mom," he said evenly. She was not listening now and he was troubled. "Mom," he told her, "take it easy." She shrieked back at him, "I won't take it easy till I'm six feet under and the worms are eating me."
"You're out of your mind," he said.
"I'm not out of my mind," she snapped. "I've come to my senses. You used me. You used me just like your father did. You had your fucks and that's all you wanted. Now you toss me on the scrap heap. Damn you!"
He couldn't take any more of this. He sat down in the hallway and angrily glared at her.
"How dare you talk that way to me," he said angrily. "I've been a good son to you. You talk about being used. Well you used me. You've taken my youth and tried to drain it with your pussy and your mouth. That's all over. I found someone."
She was stunned into silence when he said this. She figured that he'd only found a cheap chick who would give him some sex. But she never figured he would say to her after one night's date that he had found someone.
The inflection in his voice told her it was someone he cared a lot about. That only made her feel more horrible.
"What do you mean?" she demanded.
"I found someone who cares about me," he told her.
"Not like I do," she said softly. "You know I love you dear. After all we've been through together. How can you talk with me this way?"
"I'm sorry," he said evenly, "but I did find a girl I'm crazy about. And she's nuts about me."
"Crazy is the word," she said. "It all sounds crazy to me. You picking up with this girl. I just can't stand the thought of it."
"Don't be that way Mom," he told her.
"I can't help it son," she said softly. "You have picked up with a tramp. You ought to be ashamed of yourself."
As he looked at her he realized how difficult she was being.
"Honey," she said, "won't you listen to me?"
"No," he said. "I'm not going to remain at home forever, and satisfy your sexual needs. I'm not going to be used by you."
"Your father deserted me," she said. "Left me alone, to bring you up. You don't know what it was like, going hungry to feed you."
"That was your problem," he said. "You had no right to bring a son into this world and not have a man to support him. Where was my example? You left me out on a limb. And I hate you for it."