Chapter 3
My aunt continued to throw her little parties, and I attended each one. A month passed, and I was having the time of my life, fucking my brains out and digging it more every day.
But school had become an incredible drag.
I showed up in class about three times a week, at the most I could barely make it through the day, sitting in those leaden classes, listening to a voice drone on and on. My mind was being permanently bent by their idiotic meanderings, and I was sick to death of teachers.
But there was one exception: Mrs. Green, my history teacher. She was about twenty-five years old, and I had always dug her. She was nicely constructed, with good tits and a fine figure. Her hair was long and coal-black, very sexy. In fact I coveted her. It got to the point that I sat in her class with a hard-on for fifty minutes, wondering whether I'd ever manage to do anything about the situation.
Well, after my experiences with my aunt and her friends, I knew I was capable of satisfying any woman. I wasn't worried about failing with Kathy Green if I got her in bed. I just wasn't sure how I could get her in that bed....
One day, I flipped. I mean, I couldn't bear to sit in that class watching that smooth body of hers move without at least making a simple pass at her.
So I let her catch me cheating on a quiz. She took my paper and told me to stay after class, which was what I had in mind.
"You weren't very careful today, Paul," she said when we were alone. "You were so obvious, I caught you three times before I said anything to you...."
"I'm very dumb," I said, letting my eyes rove over her body. She had such a fine body, and she wore short dresses that showed plenty of flesh. I stood opposite her desk, and when she crossed her legs, her skirt rode high. She seemed very careless.
"I don't think you're dumb at all," she said. "I think you're a lot smarter than you pretend. You're a bright boy, I know that. But you don't work. Why?"
"I don't dig school," I answered. "I don't think you learn from books at all. I think books warp kids' minds, at least the kind of books the school shoves down their throats...."
"I've heard all that rubbish before," she said.
"I don't claim to be an original thinker. It's not what I do best, thinking...."
She glanced up at me, her gaze inquiring. "What is it that you do best? What is it that you're good at?" she asked, her tone mocking.
"You're sure you want to know?"
She seemed startled, and then she grinned. She knew what I was driving at, and it amused her. I suppose she considered herself a woman of the world, and my innuendoes tickled her.
"You have a lot of girlfriends, do you?" she asked.
Her voice was softer, and she leaned back in her chair, her tits pushing against the material of her dress. My cock twitched, swelling inside my pants. I wanted her, badly....
"I don't have any girlfriends at all," I said.
"Oh? Why?"
"Because I dig women ... "
That bombed her. She was speechless, and I took the opportunity to grab her by the hand and yank her out of her chair. I slid my arms around her waist and pulled her belly against my dick. It was a hell of a chance to take, but I was crazy, so it didn't seem too risky.
"Paul!" she gasped. "What-?"
I didn't let her finish that question. I jammed my mouth against hers and flopped into the chair, pulling her onto my lap. She struggled, but not hard enough to tell me that she really wanted me to let go of her. I shoved my hand under her dress and forced her legs open. When they didn't close, I knew she was mine.
"Paul, please stop!" she pleaded. "You don't know what you're doing...."
"Sure I do," I said, kissing her on the neck as my hand explored beneath her dress.
"But ... but someone may see us," she said.
"Yeah, they might...."
And then she was kissing me, her tongue darting into my mouth, her lips soft against mine. Man, I thought I was gonna blow my mind. I had her! I really had her!"
"Ohhhhhh, Paul," she moaned. "This is impossible. You have to get out of here...."
"When can I see you?" I said. I wasn't eager to be caught fooling with her. I figured it would be best to set a time and place, then beat it out of there. I could take care of business later.
"Tonight," she said. Damn, but she was hot for it! "Eight o'clock. My house...."
"Your husband?"
"He'll be out. He's got reserves meeting tonight. He's in the National Guard, you know...." She smiled at the thought.
"See you at eight," I said, letting her get to her feet. She straightened her hair, posing as she did it, and I wanted to cancel our plans and fuck her on the spot. And then I remembered that this particular classroom was equipped with a small storage space in the rear, which was equipped with a table.
"Just a minute," I said, trying to fix her with a stare. I've been told my eyes have a certain lunatic glow that is somewhat hypnotic.
She looked at me, and I could see that she was interested, definitely interested. I sensed that if I handled it right, she would do exactly as I wanted. I unzipped my pants and worked my dick out, not taking my eyes from hers. She dropped her gaze to my cock.
"I want you to kiss me," I said.
Man, it was as if she were in a trance! She moved toward me, groping for the edge of the desk. She put one hand on the desk, her knees bending until they touched the floor. She shifted her eyes to mine, then back to my prick.
"Oh my God," she murmured as she leaned forward. "What am I doing?"
Her lips sucked the tip of my cock into her mouth, and I thought I'd come instantly. Here it was the middle of day, and lovely Mrs. Green was down on her knees in her own classroom sucking the dick of one of her teenage students. I let her kiss it for a few moments; then I pushed her back and grabbed her hand.
"C'mon," I said. I tucked my dick back in and led her toward the back of the classroom. She followed willingly, and when we were in the storage room, I spread her out on the table, shoving her dress up and pulling her panties down. "Beautiful," I murmured, gently kissing the lips of her vagina. "So beautiful...."
"Oh, Paul!" she moaned. "I don't know what's happened to me. I shouldn't let you...."
But she did. Shit, did she ever!
She spread those sleek legs wide to let me play with her clit. Man, I don't think she'd had that done to her in a long time, because she flipped. She wriggled her ass, squirming against my mouth, pushing that soft nub between my lips until it was hard as my damn dick. She had a big one, too, and I worked the tip of it with my tongue, harder and harder.
"I'm coming!" she moaned, twisting and turning. "I'm ... coming. Cummmmmmmming ... Ooooooooooo, oooooooooohhhhhhhhhh...."
I pulled my mouth away then, and I could sense her disappointment. She groaned, her thighs clasping my head tight while I toyed with the soft flesh, nipping, biting like a dog.
"Ohhhh, Jesus!" she hissed. "Ohhh, God, please make me come! Make me come again...."
Baby, I had her pleading for it, and there's nothing in the world I like better than to have some pussy begging me to make her come. It just turns me on something awful.
"Sure, baby," I grunted. "I'll do it." I sucked her clit into my mouth again and really gave it a tongue-bathing. I didn't let up, not for a moment. I caressed it, closed my teeth around it, and finally I just flicked my tongue over it, quicker and quicker under her belly shook like jelly. Man, it was some-thin' else. But shit, I say that about almost every chick I make. But it's something special each time, and I guess that's why they dig it so much. I make it special....
"Yesssss!" she groaned. "Ohhhh, now I'm coming! Ohhhh, make me cummm! Gahhhhhhh!"
That bitch almost made me come with her gyrations. She was pulling at my hair, trying to yank it out of my head, it seemed. And finally she couldn't take any more, and she knifed her legs closed, pulling her clit free from my lips.
"Put it in me!" she gasped. "I want to feel you in me--"
I hustled onto the table, dragging my dick out in the process. I nearly ripped the sucker off, trying to get it out of my pants in a hurry. The damn pants were too tight and my damn dick was too big. But I got it out, and in it went, zooming into that delicious cunt like I had radar. Shit, but I was really going slick....
"Mmmmmmm, that's what I wanted," she smiled when she felt it slide into her. "Now fuck me! Fuck me, Paul! Fuck me good! Yes, fuck! Yesssss, fuck meeee...."
"Well, would you listen to sweet Mrs. Green! I remember thinking at the time.
Hubby was probably downtown working his ass off, trying to help pay for whatever they were in debt for at the time. Maybe it was a color TV set or a new car. And here was his wife, spreading her hot thighs oh so wide for one of her students! It tickled me....
"Get ready, baby," I gasped, feeling the come well up in me. "Get ready...."
I stiffened, and she dug what was happening and began thrusting her pussy over my cock. When I came, she ripped it out of me. Fantastic....
"Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhh!" she wailed, and I kissed her hard to shut her up. It wouldn't do at all to attract attention at this late stage. I couldn't bear an interruption. It would've blown my mind.
"Eight o'clock tonight," I said to her when we had finished dressing.
She looked at me, her eyes widening. "Yes, eight...." she murmured, kissing me gently on the lips.
I gave her ass a squeeze and cut out. I left her standing there in that storage room, her cunt sopping and her face looking as if she'd been to hell and back.
I was an hour late that night, but she wasn't mad. And when I arrived, I found it wasn't a party for two; she had invited a friend. The friend's name was Sandra, and she was just slightly older than Kathy, about twenty-seven. She wasn't quite as sexy, but she had a good body. She reminded me of my aunt.
I sat down on the couch, with a chick on each side of me, and I felt like a king. I reached for Kathy, but she laughed, fending me off to withdraw a crude-looking cigarette from her handbag.
"Got a surprise for you!" she chirped, and I knew we were gonna have a real good time that night.
It was a joint of marijuana she held in her hand so delicately, and suddenly I was more interested in the reefer than in her. I had never smoked, but I wanted to now.
She lit the joint and took a drag. "Mmmmmm," she murmured. "This is supposed to be great grass.
"Where'd you get it?" I asked.
"My husband buys it, but I don't know who from. He's very secretive about it...."
She passed me the joint, and I sucked hard on it, just as she had, holding my breath to keep the smoke in my lungs. I smoked most of it, and when I handed the remainder of the joint to Sandra, I was high in the sky.
It was a beautiful feeling, and I just floated with it. Kathy turned on the stereo, then slid into my lap. I grabbed her and kissed her, and I knew it was going to be one hell of an evening. She squirmed in my lap, doing all sorts of good things to my cock. Sandra finished the reefer, and I turned and closed one hand over a tit, pulling at it. She sighed and leaned back, letting me do as I wished.
I pushed Kathy off my lap and got to my feet. I felt crazy-wild, eager to begin the beguine. They sat there, staring at me, their eyes red.
"I do believe it's high time," I said, and they both giggled, like two schoolgirls.
I hopped out of my clothes in a hurry, and when I pushed my shorts down my legs, Sandra stood up and walked over to me.
"Very nice," she said, her words slurred. "Yes, very nice, indeed...."
I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees. She resisted slightly, but I wouldn't let up, and she gave in. She took my dick in both hands, running her tongue over the tip of it. I glanced over at Kathy, and she smiled at me.
"You really are an incredible boy," she said.
"Boy? I'm man enough for you, baby," I snapped, and her smile disappeared.
"Yes, you are," she said, struggling to her feet and pulling her dress over her head. "You certainly are...."
She came around the edge of the coffee table and kissed me, squirming her tongue into my mouth. By that time, most of my cock was buried in Sandra's soft mouth, and I began to fuck it between her lips as Kathy's tongue danced through my mouth. Lord, but it was sweet!
I was high as I could want to be, and I had two women crawling over each other to get to me. What more could I ask from life?
"Ohhhhh, Paul!" Kathy moaned. "I want you! I want you so baaaaad!"
Sandra ran her tongue over my cock, bathing it, teasing it. I loved the feel of her hot mouth on me.
It seemed as though she was loving my entire body. I set my feet farther apart and bucked my hips, driving it deep into Sandra's mouth.
"Yessss!" she hissed. "Go ahead! Don't stop!"
"No!" Kathy said. "No, not yet...."
But she was too late. I spurted a nice load into Sandra's sugary mouth, and my knees felt as though they would give way. I ground my mouth into Kathy's soft tits, sucking at nipples as that fantastic mouth sucked at my dick. I looked down at her blonde head bobbing over it and jammed my cock halfway down her throat.
It was then that Kathy's husband burst into the house. It was nightmarish. Sandra screamed, but Kathy just stood there staring at him, transfixed. He came at us, and I pushed her away and drew my fist back, but he barreled into me with his shoulder low and I damn near flew across the room.
"You bitch!" he yelled, turning on his wife. "You fucking slut!"
He slapped her hard, and she went down like a sack of potatoes. That gave me time to get to my feet, and before he could turn his attention back to me, I grabbed a straight-backed chair and brought it down on him. He must've seen me coming out of the comer of his eyes, because he raised his arm and deflected the blow. But the impact sent him to his knees, and I let him have it again.
Hell, I was standing there nude in his home with his wife and her best friend. I was damned if I would make it a fair fight. Besides, he was bigger than me, and I figured he knew how to fight good.
I caught him on the back of the head with the chair, and blood gushed from a cut. The fight was gone from him after that. I grabbed my clothes and got into them, pulling my shirt and shoes on as I went out of the front door.
I was mad as hell. That bitch Kathy had told me the guy was gone for the evening, and I was dumb enough to trust in her. I never should have gone to her house. We should have met at a motel or someplace. But not her home....
I walked through the park, passing several parked cars. It looked like the local studs were out in force that night. I walked past one car and I heard the rustling of clothes, then a voice, soft and feminine.
"Hi there!"
I looked over, trying to get a glimpse of her, but I couldn't see a damn thing. I considered keeping my head down and plowing on, but I figured I should see what was happening. I walked over to the car and leaned on the door. The window was down, and I could see a guy sitting behind the wheel and in the back seat was a chick. I looked closer; another chick was on the floor of the front seat, sucking the guy off.
"What are you doing out all by yourself this time of night?" the chick in the back asked me. "You might get raped...."
I could smell the acrid fumes of pot, and I knew they were all stoned. "You all alone back there, baby?" I asked.
"That's right," the guy said, and I detected a hint of hostility in his voice.
"Well, you sure aren't all by yourself up front, are you, Dick darling?" the chick said.
He had no answer for that. The girl sucking him giggled, and he slid his hands in her long hair and worked her mouth over his dick.
"You look like you're having a good time, y'all," I said.
"I'm not," said the chick in the back, and Dick turned to look at her again.
"Shut up," she said evenly. "Just shut up ... The guy sat silent, and she turned her attention back to me. "So what are you waiting for?" she asked. "A formal invitation?"
I opened the door and crawled into the back seat. She came at me like a damn tigress, and I grabbed her and covered her tits with my hands. She had good-sized jugs, and they felt soft as I kneaded them through the thin material of her sweater. She wore no bra. She was a hot chick.
"You want some grass?" she asked.
"Is that a formal invitation?"
She laughed and pulled out a couple reefers. I lit hers, then mine, sucking at it and drawing the smoke deep into my lungs. For a moment, I was afraid we might get busted by some passing cop, but it occurred to me that it was Dick's car and he was responsible. So I smoked that reefer down to the end and flipped the clip onto the floor. My head was swimming, and I felt very sexy, indeed.
"You're cute," the chick said. "I like you...."
I could tell her mind was clouded. I asked her what her name was and she said Carol. I told her that was a pretty name, and she said she didn't want to be pretty. She wanted to be fucked.
"Do you know how to fuck?" she teased, pulling her sweater over her head. Those tits popped out, and they looked as good as they felt.
"I do what I can," I said. "I just learned yesterday...."
"Just in time!" she giggled, f ailing against me.
I shot my tongue into her mouth and my dick nearly punched a hole in my pants. I was iron-hard and horny, needing a woman to make me feel like a man.
She shoved her hand inside my pants and groped for my dick. She had no trouble finding it, and she moaned as her fingers caressed it, sliding, squeezing.
"Ohhhhh, you're so big!" she gasped. "Ohhhh, shit! Get it out! Get that sucker out in the open air where I can take a good look at it. Mmm...."
She was high in the clouds, and I don't think she realized how she was talking, but at the time it seemed appropriate. I had my hand under her skirt, and I wanted to pull it off so I could get to work on it. We were both stoned, crazy stoned. It was marvelous. My blood was boiling through my veins, and nothing mattered but the soft, sweet woman pressed against me.
"Yessss," she moaned, pulling at my pants as I slid them off. "Yeahhhhh, baby. Let's get the show on the fucking road. Yeah, the fucking road!"
She jabbered like a chipmunk. Which was all right with me, because she had the body of a queen. When my dick slipped free, she wrapped her hand around it and started jerking me off. I was afraid she'd make me shoot it, but she had no intention of wasting anything. When she felt my dick throb, the veins bulging, she let up.
"Now you do the same for me," she murmured, spreading her legs across the seat of the car.
I guess she wanted me to fuck my finger into her cunt, but I did her better than that. I dipped my head and snuck my tongue into her slit. She moaned and threw her head back, her body beginning to move, thrusting, writhing.
"Yeah, do it to her!" said a voice from the front seat.
I turned and looked, jerking back as the face of the blonde who had been sucking Dick loomed in front of me. Her eyes were wide, and she was enjoying our scene. She smiled and told me to go on with what I was doing.
"Come on back here and make yourself useful," I said, and she climbed over the seat.
This left Dick nowhere, but I wasn't worried about him. I could smell his jism, so the chick must've finished him off. The radio was blaring, and the sounds filled the car. I was at peace with the world....
"Oooooo, you're just fine," the blonde murmured, crawling under me to somehow get my cock in her mouth.
So there we were, strung out in the back seat of a late-model Ford, my mouth attached to Carol's cunt, the blonde's lips pulling at my prick. Outta sight....
"Yes, eat me," Carol grunted. "Eat me good, lover. Make me come! Make me come!"
I felt like my brain was going to split down the middle, or at least off to one side. Carol's cunt smelled just fine, and I was sucking at her clit, driving her through the roof. But the blonde's mouth was maddening, and I found it hard to keep myself together. Our passion built, multiplying, it seemed, until we were just a mass of flesh, writhing, tossing, until I thought I would go berserk. And then I did....
I came in that chick's mouth, and I don't remember too much about it. She knocked me out, man, just beat me down to the ground. Carol grabbed my head and continued working my mouth over her cunt, but I didn't pay much attention to her. I was too busy enjoying what her friend was giving me.
"Yeahhhhhhh!" I moaned, jerking my hips, powering my dick into her mouth. "Suck it, baby! Ohhhhhhh...."
Damn, but that girl had a talented tongue! I thought about entering her in an amateur show; Blondie and her Dancing Tongue. She sucks! She fucks! She blows your ever-lovin' mind! She'd get top-billing if she ever got that mouth on the manager....
We finished our business, and I pulled the blonde up on the seat and kissed her full on the mouth. I tasted my own come, and I think she dug the idea that a guy would French kiss her seconds after she'd sucked him dry. She mewed like a kitten, pushing her small, hard body against me, begging to be fucked.
"Your friend's dying for some dick," I said to the stud in the front. "Give her some...."
He turned around and smiled at me. "Hell, no!" he said. "Suzy's dirty as a whore. No telling what you'd pick up from her...."
Suzy giggled, and I looked at her. She seemed so dumb, it was pitiful. It occurred to me that if a man could ever stir whatever embers of her soul still lived, she would be his to call his own, completely. The idea appealed to me, but I didn't know how to go about making it work.
Besides, Suzy was too dumb.
I left them sitting there in the car. I went home and climbed into bed, listening to music and trying to put some plans together. I decided I needed a bankroll if I was going to cut out. I needed bread to live, it was that simple.
So I went out and earned it. I saw Mrs. Green again, and when we were through fucking our heads off, I put the touch on her She gave me fifty dollars, more to keep me quiet than happy. And she introduced me to some friends, who paid me about twenty bucks for my services.
Within a month, I had a couple hundred bucks. I hopped the bus and was in New York on the last day of June, walking along the streets, my feet steaming, my head full of fantastic ideas....