Chapter 4
Dennis graduated from high school one year before me.
He received a college scholarship to the state university some two hundred miles from where we lived, and I practically died when he went off to college.
We communicated faithfully, however, by mail, and during vacations we would always get together and fuck.
When he came for Easter vacations, however, I sensed a troubled expression in his eyes.
"What's wrong, Dennis?" I asked.
"Nothing that a good fuck won't cure, I guess," he laughed, reaching out and patting my ass-cheeks.
We were in our special little fucking place, and after we climbed out of our clothes, Dennis reached out and started pumping on his long stem.
"Have I ever dreamed of a good cock suck from you," he said. "I hope that you're in the mood."
"I'm always in the mood where you're concerned."
I reached out with my left hand, gliding my fingers cautiously over the tip of his cock. As I did so, I maneuvered the fingers of my other hand over his balls.
I was getting to be an expert at tempo through my fucking get-togethers with Dennis. I was only sorry that he was away from home so much of the time now. I could hardly stand it. Of course, the way I had it figured, I too would go to the state university after I was graduated from high school, and there we would be united. I just had to wait until the following September.
For the time being, however, I dedicated myself to one basic purpose-that of giving his cock and balls all the sensations that I could.
My fingers manipulated with grace and skill, working methodically as I got him that much hotter.
He lay back with his legs spread, enjoying the thrusting movements of my fingers.
"Just keep going," he nodded. "You're doing great. After some good finger action, you'll be ready to suck on my prick."
"I'm ready to suck it now," I told him.
"Of course you are, but we've got to work up to it, baby. Since it's been so long since we fucked, we've got to make this count. Come on and work your fingers. Whiplash them around my cock and balls. That's it. I love those spirited movements. You're going faster now. That's the way I like it. Come on and work your fingers, darling, work them real nice. Oh, do I ever love what you're doing now. Keep slipping them around. Flip them over my balls. That's it. I like the tickling sensations."
My fingers circulated wildly over his balls and I stepped up the action on his hard cock, working the fingers swiftly as I extended them to the full length of his erect instrument.
The fingers continued to glide spiritedly, and he was settling into the rhythm of the act. His ass-cheeks rotated vigorously back and forth in accompaniment to the finger activities I was engaging in.
"Give me some tongue action," he finally called out. "I need it in my balls. Suck my balls, darling. You've got to do that. You've got to get me ready for when I spurt."
I sank my tongue down between his legs toward his testicles, slipping and sliding it with fervent grace.
I sucked as swiftly as I could, maintaining steady momentum as my fingers slid up and down his lengthy pole.
The fervent action drove him into a whirlpool of frenzy, and just as I anticipated he soon began begging for the cocksucking action to commence.
"Suck the prick," he called out excitedly. "I need it now, sweetheart. My hot pecker can't take any more of this. You've really been tickling my balls and I love every bit of it. What fantastic sensations you've given me. Slide the tongue, baby, slide it over my prick."
My first few tongue strokes were over the tip of his instrument. I deliberately worked the tongue slowly at first, planning to build as things generated.
Those first few strokes were a prelude of what was to follow. After sufficiently warming him up with some sweeping movements around the tip of his dick, I soon extended my efforts to cover the entire length of his enormous throbbing tool which was anticipating every tongue thrust I put forth.
His body quivered with nervous excitement as my tongue slipped up and down his mammoth dick.
With sweeping skill, I pushed him ever closer to orgasm.
As I saw him drawing closer to climax, I reached out and fingered his balls. I squeezed them gingerly, tugging with great design as my tongue worked feverishly on his prick.
"Keep driving that tongue," he called out.
Several hot strokes followed, after which he was set to unleash his juices.
The first few spurts bolted into me and, with great zeal, I tackled every drop of juice that shot from him.
I gobbled up the load systematically, then released my tongue from his bulging spear.
"You're still the best fuck around," he said.
"I certainly hope so." I smiled.
He turned away. I sensed tension in the air and when I got a look at his troubled expression I could see that something was terribly wrong.
"What's the problem, Dennis?" I asked. "I've given you a beautiful cock suck. Doesn't that make you feel better?"
"Yes, but there's a lot more to it than that."
"I wish you'd tell me what the problem is, Dennis."
I watched him rub his fingers in his eyes, and then sighed.
"It's a long story and I haven't had much sleep in the last few weeks, so I'm pretty tired," he began. "Just be patient and bear with me."
"Are you fucking another chick?"
"Let me start at the beginning."
"Answer me directly. Are you fucking another chick?" I raised my voice.
"I'm sorry, but I haven't completely leveled with you," he sighed painfully. "I told you I hadn't gotten involved with other girls at State. Well, I have, ever since I started. I'm sorry, Brenda, I really am, but you don't know how a guy feels when he doesn't have a chance to get his rocks off. And what makes it worse is that at a place like State you've got lots of gorgeous pussy around. I mean, hell, if you were around I'd have you to screw. But you see, dammit, I don't have you there, and I get so hot I didn't know what to do. Sometimes I'd just go into the bathroom and jerk my prick till I shot, but that never satisfied me much. Maybe it does some guys, but not me. I've got to communicate with a beautiful female. That's the only way I can make my orgasm really count."
"Your orgasms really count with the girls at State?" I snapped.
"I hate hearing you talk to me that way," he sighed painfully. "But there's lots more, so please bear with me. I've got to tell you everything,"
"Please do. I'd like to hear the specifics."
"Since I'm a baseball player, it makes me a pretty big guy in the fraternity. I got to join one of the biggest in school, the one that's got most of the athletes. The real wheels of the school belong to it. They throw some wild parties, you know: booze, grass, glue sniffing. You name it, they've got it. As you can probably guess, they also have the best looking pussy at school there, along with some wild numbers that don't even go to State. Well, I passed up the first one, realizing it would be a terrible sensation. But next time around I couldn't refuse. They talked me into it and just wouldn't take no for an answer. So I went, and there were lots of gorgeous chicks around swinging their cute butts, and after a few drinks a lot of them were giving me anything but subtle hints, like rubbing their legs against me and letting their swinging asses hit me on the leg."
"I can well imagine," I said sarcastically.
"Things started out with me and a short little redhead doing a little petting on the couch. Then the old temperature started rising and we turned to Frenching. Just then, in comes this big football player. He's got a bottle of whiskey in his hand and he's smiling. He tells me that the big action is going on in the bedroom, so before I can say anything, this chick grabs my hand and pulls me up from the couch."
"That must have taken a lot of coaxing," I said bitterly.
"So we went into the bedroom and found a whole flock of guys and chicks peeling off their clothes. Then one of the varsity basketball players let out a war whoop and yelled something about it being initiation time. He put down his whiskey bottle and lay on the bed bareass naked. Then this gal named Betty, who was our junior prom queen last year, started going down on his cock. She had nothing on but her silky panties, and all the guys started roaring and the girls started clapping."
"You remember the details very well, Dennis," I said bitingly.
"Please bear with me. Anyway, they were going by classes. The senior guys would pair off with the senior girls. Then they got down to juniors, sophomores, and finally freshmen. The cute redhead I'd been with went down on a Varsity basketball player's huge stem. That chick didn't know when to quit. She was juice happy. He spurted his prick juice into her once, then she went back for more and got another load. Anyhow, when it came time for freshmen, they all started yelling for me and this blonde freshman gal, Shirley Grimes, to screw. They kept hollering and hollering till we both got pretty damned embarrassed. We hardly even knew each other. As a matter-of-fact, I hadn't even dated the girl. We just met and exchanged a few words in some classes. They kept hollering anyway, till we both stripped down. She seemed a whole lot more embarrassed than I was, but her tongue went to work with a lot of skill and enthusiasm as she pumped it up and down against my rod. I felt sorry for her because she was doing a lot of stumbling, moaning and sucking and jerking movements, instead of the nice smooth way that I like it."
"Like the way you trained me to do it," I nodded sadly.
"It's awfully hard for me to tell any of this, and it's a long story, but I have to. So after I shot my juices into her mouth, she lay down on the bed exhausted. I really felt sorry for her and asked if I could drive her back to her sorority house. We went for a little drive before I took her back and got to talking. She told me it was the first time she'd ever blown a guy, and that didn't surprise me one bit, considering how jerky her movements were. We got to talking about classes and decided to get together for a study session. One thing led to another and pretty soon I started fucking her regularly."
"So now you're in love with her and you want out of your relationship with me. Isn't that it, Dennis ? " I came on bluntly.
"It's not that simple," he said. "Actually, I love both of you, but I knocked her up, so I've got to marry her."
I broke into hysterics, first screaming, then sobbing as the tears gushed from my eyes. Dennis was also crying.
"I was always careful before about using a rubber, but one night at one of those wild fraternity sessions Shirley and I had both smoked a little too much grass. We got so turned on we didn't know where to stop. I remember how my tongue worked hungrily in her box. I kept seeing her beautiful legs twisting as I sucked away, eager to taste her. She kept shooting and shooting. She must have juiced about three times in my hungry mouth before I got so carried away I had to get my cock off. The next thing I knew I was plunging my pecker into her, stabbing it hard. I didn't even think about the rubber. Hell, I wasn't thinking about anything then, except getting my rocks off. I kept slamming my rod into her until I finally juiced. That's what did it."
"You're more than a sonofabitch, Dennis. You're a triple sonofabitch," I said angrily. "Look what you've done to me. You've not only lied to me about not getting involved with other girls, you've withheld the information till you got sex out of me. I could never forgive you for that."
"I'm so sorry, honey. I had planned to tell you first thing, but I found that I just couldn't. I needed you too bad."
"But you won't be getting me again."
"I know. That's tragic."
"I don't even feel like riding back to town with you."
"At least let me give you a ride," he said painfully.
"Does she have a tighter cunt than I do?" I looked at him with fire in my eyes.
"No, no, that isn't it. You're both beautiful girls. It's just that I got caught in a situation that I can't get out of."
"I guess you can't, without an abortion."
"I just can't bring myself to do that to her."
"If I were in her position, I wouldn't do it either."
"I've just got to stand up under it," he shook his head.
"Just say no more. I don't care to talk to you again, Dennis."
His eyes dropped, and he turned his head away. He looked about as crushed as I felt.