Chapter 10

That evening Sandy made her way home. She didn't plan on staying very long, but she wanted to see if the fight between Wayne and her mother had resolved itself. She wanted to know one way or the other what the score was. Once she got there though, she was a bit scared of going in. She strolled back and forth in front of the house, thinking.

Terry drove up while she was doing this. He had been trying to get in touch with her for ages, he said. He really wanted to talk to her. She climbed into the passenger seat and sat with him for a while. With a blush she recalled that she'd been sitting in exactly this spot a few days back, when all her crazy sex adventures began. She wondered if Terry had any idea what had happened to her in the meantime.

"Where have you been, Sandy?" he asked. "Every time I phone you're nowhere around."

"I've been really busy, Terry," she sighed. "Things have been happening to me."

He wanted to know what things, but she put him off. To tell the truth, she really didn't feel like talking about it. Her life was a bit too complicated lately to explain to anyone, even Terry. Maybe especially Terry. She tried to keep things as simple as possible.

"My mother and Wayne have had this big fight," she said. "Everything's crazy right now. I was just about to go in and find out what's what with them."

"Why not forget about them for a while? Come over to my place. My parents are away. What do you say?"

Sandy knew what the offer meant. He wanted to fuck her again. And for a moment she was tempted to accept. But she'd only just finished fucking three guys a few hours earlier. She'd had enough cock to last her for at least twenty-four hours, surely. She declined and told Terry she really had to go talk to her mother.

"Well, what about tomorrow, or the next day?" Terry whined. "I mean, are we going together or what? Fuck, I never get to see you."

"I know, Terry, and I'm sorry. But that's the way it's going to be for a while. I don't know when I can see you again, or when we can, you know, have sex."

Terry was pissed off. He made that pretty obvious. But Sandy was in no mood to talk to him any longer about this. She made her excuses and climbed out of the car. He zoomed off down the avenue with a squeal of tires. She wondered if she'd ever see him again. She wondered if she cared one way or the other.

She went on in the house and Wayne was waiting for her there, just the way he'd been waiting the night she'd jerked Terry off. But he wasn't leering at her this time. He looked exhausted, as if he hadn't slept since the last time she saw him. There were two battered suitcases standing in the hall, with his jacket thrown over them.

"What's happening? Where's Mom?" she asked.

"She's at work. She says by the time she gets back, I've got to be out of here. She's throwing me out."

"I'm sorry, Wayne. But I guess I'm not too surprised."

"Me neither. She did catch me ass-fucking her daughter, after all. I guess she thought I was taking things too far."

He gave her a weak smile and sat down on the stairs. Sandy didn't know whether to feel happy or sad. She never really had liked Wayne, as a person. She just liked his cock and the things he did to her with it. She wondered if she would miss that big throbbing slab of meat. Where else would she ever find one that size?

"I've been waiting for you to come home. I want to talk to you," he went on. "Come sit with me a while."

Obviously this was her night for guys wanting to talk to her, Sandy thought. She went over to the stairs and sat down beside Wayne. He put his arm around her and cuddled her. He stroked a hand over her knee.

"I know I shouldn't have done all those things to you," he murmured. "Fucking your tits, making you suck me off, fucking you up the ass. But I couldn't help myself. You're the hottest young piece of ass I've ever met."

"Wayne, I'm glad you did," Sandy put in. "You taught me all about sex, about how varied and exciting it can be and all."

"Well, maybe. But I shouldn't have done it under your mother's roof. That was my big mistake." He stroked his hand higher on her thigh.

"Do you want me to suck you off? One for the road?" she smiled.

Wayne stared at her, his eyes lighting up. He didn't say anything, but then he didn't have to. Sandy was already squirming around in front of him, kneeling between his legs on the stairs. Her fingers opened up his fly and she hauled out his cock. Even limp, it was a solid six inches long.

"You're really something, you know that?" he grunted.

"I know it," Sandy smiled. She bent her head and licked the tip of his cock.

Her mouth sank down and she began to suck hard, clutching the base of his cock in her fingers. His prick grew quickly, thickening between her lips. Her free hand scooped under his balls and tickled and squeezed them. In a short time she'd become an expert cock-sucker, and he was soon breathing heavily.

"I'm going to find a place of my own," he groaned, watching her cheek swell over his cock. "When I have an address I want you to come see me. I want you to visit me a lot."

"Mmmmm! Mmmfff!" Sandy mumbled.

"Your mother doesn't have to know. There's no reason to tell her. We can get together whenever we want and fuck and suck to our heart's content."

"Mmmfff!" Sandy grunted.

His cock was huge in her fist now and she could jack it up and down properly while sucking at the head. She pulled her mouth off it suddenly and grinned up at him. Her hand continued to pump at his prick without missing a beat.

"And will you fuck me up the ass again, if I ask you?" she teased.

"Anywhere, baby. I'll fuck you anywhere," he gasped. "Anything you want from me, you'll get."

"And you'll fuck my tits, and cum in my face if I want you to?" she went on. She gave his cock a lick or two.

"Sure will, baby. Anything you want."

"Gee I don't know, Wayne. You see, lately I've developed a taste for group scenes. You know, two girls and a guy, or one girl and two or three guys. I like my sex even kinkier than you do! You got any well-hung friends? You know, any guys with cocks bigger than yours? Maybe I'd like to try getting it on with four or five of them!"

Wayne gazed at her and his cock began to tremble in her fist. He couldn't believe his ears. Was this the same sex-shy little girl he'd known up until a few days ago? What had happened to her? What had he turned her into?

"I don't know, baby. I could try to get into that, I guess. I know some guys, sure."

"Good. Then maybe I'll take you up on your offer," Sandy grinned, slurping on the end of his cock. "If not, I'll have to look elsewhere. Maybe Terry could line up some of his friends for me. Or there's always Tammy's brother and his friends. Looks like I have all kinds of choices, doesn't it? You've really helped to open me up, Wayne."

Wayne glared at her in amazement. Then he gasped and watched as jet after jet of white cum shot into her mouth. She grinned. She laughed. And she accepted the hard jets of cum without wincing.

"Fuck, you're really something, baby!" he groaned. His cock shot another cum-jet into the back of her throat.