Confessions Of A Schoolgirl Slut
by Jennifer Carlaw


FOREWORD 

Jennifer Carlaw is a young lady who fashions herself as a chick, her own 
word for it. Actually, she is simply a young lady who suddenly discovers her 
sexuality at the age of fifteen. After having a rather tight family life, 
she realizes her independence and goes out to enjoy it. 

Her parents immediately think she is a slut, and she soon develops a bad 
reputation at the private school she is attending. She experiences as much 
as she can and learns a good deal along the way. First, it is at the summer 
cottage on the lake, then it's in the stables, then with some boys while she 
is at school, and on and on and on. 

Finally, she ends up in New York and gets involved with a cab driver. She 
has become quite proficient in sexual activity by this time, and, after 
having sex with her himself, he offers her a proposition of a business 
nature. Jennifer Carlaw, fine-bred young lady, is going to become a New York 
City prostitute! 


CHAPTER ONE 

My name is Jennifer Carlaw, and the first thing I should tell you is that I 
am a chick. Right now things aren't so good and I need some money which is 
why I'm telling you this story of my life. 

I became a chick the summer I turned fifteen. It was like I was just born; 
don't ask me what I was doing before that because I can't really remember 
anymore. 

I spent that summer with my Dad and his family in Landerville. That's where 
I spent most of my summers since I was nine and it wasn't too neat because I 
didn't know any kids there or anything. We spent three weeks at a lake near 
Landerville. I liked the lake even though I didn't do too much besides hang 
around with my dad, his wife and little boy. They were really nice and 
everything, but I sort of felt like an outsider when I was with them. I met 
a guy named Jack at Tony's Teepee, this dumb restaurant that everyone sat 
in; and I'd go to with this girl, Heather, who lived three cottages down 
from us. Heather knew Jack from the city and we got invited to all these 
parties and stuff that he knew about. I'd neck with Jack at them; I had 
necked with guys before, but it sort of made my mouth sore. I found out with 
Jack that it was much nicer than I'd thought. We'd go swimming and 
water-skiing too. I liked to watch Jack in a bathing suit. There were dark 
hairs at the waist of it that went up his stomach. His whole body was nice 
and tanned. One night we necked and kissed and then he opened my blouse and 
began to kiss and lick my breasts until they tingled. It was really neat. I 
had a good time with Jack and I was sorry when we went back to the city for 
the rest of the summer. 

At the end of August I moved back to Smithtown where I lived with my mother 
and stepfather, and went to school. They had a big house which my mother was 
very proud of. Her husband was a weasly, little guy, who made lots of money. 
She was a first-class bitch. I was looking pretty good; at least that's when 
I first noticed it. My hair was long and light brown, down to my shoulders. 
My skin was tanned and soft; and my breasts, they were real breasts. I loved 
to lather them with soap and mold them in my hands when I bathed. My legs 
were long and smooth; and the hair around my cunt had gotten thick and 
silky. At night I'd lie in bed and press my fingers against it while I 
thought of Jack's body and necking with him. I'd get damp and press my 
fingers in and get really excited. 

I went to a different school that year. It was bigger; a lot of the kids I 
knew from before and there were lots of others I had never met. I was 
different from most of my old friends in a way. I was a chick. All the 
people seemed to know me, especially the guys and I could tell they talked 
about me. They talked a lot more by the end of the year, but I mustn't get 
ahead of myself. I was glad because I didn't have much else going for me 
like a nice family and that, the way other kids do; so it was good to be 
really "in" at school. I made the cheerleading squad, the most "in" thing a 
girl could do at that school. I'd watch the guys play basketball or 
whatever, watch their legs and arms move and the sweat that came through 
their shorts and shirts. Meanwhile, the guys in the stands would be watching 
me jump around and cheer, watch my legs which were long and nice as I've 
already mentioned. Also after most of the games there was a party or dance; 
so I'd end up there and get to meet all the guys I'd been watching play. It 
seemed funny to match up faces and clothed bodies with legs and sweat. 

Randy McNiel was a capital A athlete. He was captain of all the teams; and 
one of the most popular young guys in the whole school, particularly among 
the girls in the student body, myself included. 

I'd get to talk to Randy at the parties after each game, but he never seemed 
to pay much attention to me. In school we never spoke to each other at all 
and one day, during a class we both had, I sat and watched him in his seat 
which was across the wide spread; his thighs bulged where they were pressed 
against the seat and I could see the thickness of his crotch. I would have 
loved to touch him there, and I got very warm sitting there thinking about 
it. I squirmed until the class ended. When the bell started clanging I 
jumped up and practically ran for the door. I was headed for the washroom 
where I planned to sit on the radiator and have a smoke with the girls, or 
maybe in a sink filled with cold water. Somehow Randy managed to reach the 
door at the same time I did and our bodies brushed together. I practically 
had a heart attack. He started to talk about that night which was Friday and 
would I like to go to a party with him. The whole thing was so strange I 
could barely speak. My "yes" was so husky it startled him and I bolted 
before anything else could happen. In the washroom my head reeled. I don't 
smoke very often and that sometimes does it, but I was very nervous and 
excited. What if he saw me looking at him the way I was. But the whole thing 
didn't seem to make much sense to him; maybe he was watching me squirm 
around and got ideas of his own. Maybe the whole thing was a coincidence in 
which case I had better cool it before tonight. I wish I knew what time. 

I was too excited to go back to school after lunch that day, I borrowed my 
mother's credit cards and went downtown instead. I saw a girl I knew and I 
talked her into coming with me. We went downtown and walked around all the 
stores and I bought a few things I liked. Then we went and sat in a 
restaurant and talked. Two guys sitting at another table came over and asked 
us if we'd like to go to a party with them. I don't even remember what they 
looked like, but I remember that I might have gone if I wasn't already 
occupied for the evening. Cheryl, the girl I was with, thought they were 
creeps. She also thought I should watch myself with Randy because he had a 
bad reputation. I wasn't exactly sure what she meant, but I wasn't going to 
worry about it. 

I went home and spent about two hours bathing. My mother didn't pay much 
attention to me in those days so I didn't have to explain what I was doing 
out of school. Around dinner Randy called me, he said he had been looking 
for me all afternoon. 

"I didn't go to school this afternoon. Yes, I am coming. At eight thirty. 
Great!" 

I was very happy at dinner that night. Usually I sit and eat, then I 
disappear. I was ready before Randy came. My mother wanted me to "bring my 
date in to meet my family," which I thought was pretty funny. As soon as he 
arrived I put on my coat and left. The party was at a friend's place whose 
parents were away. There were a bunch of kids there from school, most of 
whom I knew. I felt pretty good being there with the most popular guy at 
school. I guess I'm more like my mother than I think. So I had a good time, 
and I was kind of excited, thinking that something even better would happen 
later. It did too, around eleven thirty, Randy asked me what time I had to 
be home. I wasn't sure so I shrugged and said soon. He suggested we leave 
then. When we got outside Randy began to kiss me. I leaned against the side 
of the car, his body pressed against mine. We got inside the car after a 
while and kept it up for about half an hour; until we were so excited it was 
uncomfortable. Randy was delighted, I could tell by the way he drove. We 
went to a drive-in restaurant and had a coffee and talked. 

"Tomorrow night?". 

"Sure." 

So Randy and I started to date all the time. We got more and more 
comfortable in his mother's car. One night at a drive-in movie he opened my 
blouse and undid my bra and began to kiss and lick my breasts. I held on to 
his head and moaned. After that he began to open my pants and feel inside. 
His fingers ran through my hair and into my cunt, first one and then two 
together. I got very excited, I pushed his shirt up so I could run my hands 
over his wide back, and eventually under his belt and pants, holding on to 
his hard ass. I ran my hands around to the large lump at his crotch. It was 
so large, I was even more excited. We had to stop because the movie ended. 

After that we started to go steady as they call it. He took me to his 
parent's place while they were out. It was so nice not to be cramped in a 
car. Randy took all my clothes off, kissing me as he went along. I undressed 
him at the same time, undoing each button on his shirt while I nibbled at 
the hairs growing on his chest. Then I opened his jeans and he stepped out 
of them. Big muscles indented his chest above and his thighs below. My hands 
went there, to the middle, across his buttocks, then inside his underwear. 
My fingers crawled through his hair and felt the softness of his big balls 
and then onto his huge, monstrous cock. I couldn't believe the size of it; 
it scared me, but it was beautiful. His hand was pressing against my cunt. I 
was getting heated and moist; and he kissed my tingling breasts. His mouth 
began to move down me, forcing my legs apart and making me let go of his 
manhood. He began to lick me, his tongue pressing into my cunt. It made me 
flow and writhe and when it left me I was senseless and moaning. He clamped 
his body against mine. I ran my hands down him and he pushed back his 
buttocks so I could reach between us and take hold of his cock again. I 
rubbed it against my cunt and he pushed back and forth, saying nice 
obscenities. I held his balls for a minute and then ne stiffened suddenly 
and gasped He came! His beautiful cream splashed against my stomach and over 
my hands. We held each other and could feel it sliding between us. 

We didn't talk much on the way home that night, not at all in fact. I guess 
we felt like dirty kids or something. The next day, Sunday, I spent the 
afternoon with three girlfriends; sitting at a table in the local 
restaurant. Somehow, the conversation got around to sex. I know it wasn't me 
that brought up the topic, but I was interested in hearing what they had to 
say. It was obvious during the technical parts of the conversation that they 
didn't really know what they were talking about. I began to feel quite 
immoral sitting there, one of the girls even talked about being a virgin 
when she got married. I didn't think I was going to make it. Then we talked 
about girls having to get married, and getting a bad reputation. I decided 
that I would have to completely reform, give back Randy his ring, and not go 
out with any more guys unless one of them proposed. But that night I 
couldn't help thinking of Randy, and I ached between the legs. I couldn't 
keep my fingers away, they pressed into my cunt until I got very moist and 
forgot all my plans. 

CHAPTER TWO 

Monday morning I felt tired and resolved, but when I saw Randy at school 
that morning it was like we had a secret. Well, actually, we did have a 
secret, but when our eyes connected across the room filled with people, it 
was like we were alone. At lunch he said he'd take me on a picnic. I thought 
it would be a good time to tell him my new plan. We drove out to the country 
and stopped by a field that was miles from anywhere. We walked along until 
we came to a stream. We had a blanket that we spread on the ground and lay 
down on. It was such a beautiful sunny day; we ate sandwiches from Randy's 
lunch and talked. It was so pleasant we forgot about going back to school. 
Randy began to kiss me. I was trying to launch the topic of evils of sex. I 
had trouble getting his attention. My timing was bad, I had to admit. Randy 
wouldn't listen, he just kept taking my clothes off and kissing me. Finally, 
he took a safe out of his pocket and showed it to me. 

"You put this on my cock and you won't get pregnant," he said. 

That sort of took the steam out of my argument, so with Randy's gentle 
persuasion, I finally gave up, gave in, got fucked. 

And I did get fucked. I tried to remain cold and unresponsive as best I 
could and he began to get irritated. Finally, he got up on his knees, opened 
his pants and pushed them down around his thighs. I just lay there. I 
couldn't take my eyes off that huge erection. He put the safe over it. Then 
he pushed open the lips of my cunt and leaning over me, pushed the head of 
it into me. I couldn't be cold any longer. He spread my legs apart and 
reaching under, took hold of my ass. 

"You're going to get fucked, Jennifer." 

And then he rammed. I can remember some strange noise I made and a moment of 
pain lost in shock, but mostly I just felt like I was being filled. I ran my 
fingers over Randy's back and buttocks and moaned and moaned. He started to 
pump up and down, and he bit at my shoulder and neck. Then he stiffened and 
sort of screamed and crashed on top of me. He lay very still except for the 
occasional shiver. I wasn't a virgin anymore. 

We lay that way for a while, Randy was very limp, and heavy. I was worried 
that he was falling asleep. I was wide awake. I ran my hands up and down his 
back. "That was beautiful, Jennifer." 

I said, "Yes." 

He asked me if I'd like to do it again and I couldn't think of any reason 
why not, so we rolled over and sort of tidied ourselves up with the blanket 
and Randy told me to rub him to make him hard again. His prick was soft and 
shrunken and very pink. I held it carefully in my hand and ran my fingers up 
and down it. I held his meaty balls in my hand and pressed them and bit them 
and ran my fingers through the hair growing between his legs. I could feel 
his cock getting firmer. Randy put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me 
down on it. 

"Kiss it," he hissed and it sort of sprang up a bit more. I put my lips 
against the smooth warm head of it and felt the silkiness of the skin. I 
stretched my tongue out and ran it around the head and in the small opening, 
tasting him. 

"Take it in your mouth, Jenny, that will make it really hard." It had 
started to grow at least two inches since I kissed it, and it was awfully 
big from that close range. I was really excited, the idea of using my mouth 
seemed sort of dirty, but it really turned me on. I put my lips around the 
head of it, Randy gasped and his cock got as hard as iron immediately. He 
pushed my head down over it, filling my mouth with its hard mass. I moved my 
face up and down. I could see this huge thing spreading my lips apart as 
wide as they would go and sinking in and out of my mouth. I came very close 
to choking and my mouth got sore. 

"I'm gonna come soon, do you want to swallow it?" He looked at me 
passionately. I sort of liked that idea, but I wanted it in my cunt more, so 
I pulled it out of my mouth and began to crawl up his body. I slid my 
fingers to his chest and when my cunt got to the place where my mouth had 
been I took the cock in my hand and pressed it against the opening. I slowly 
lowered myself on it, it felt so huge and hard, like I was being held off 
the ground by a pole. Randy had a big smile on his face and he wrapped his 
arms around me and rolled us over so he was on top. He held him stiff for a 
second and then he pressed against me, sinking in even more. He began to 
push up and down and I began to churn and then I began to climax. My whole 
body writhed and crashed. My eyes were open, but I saw stars. I was 
electric! This is ecstasy! It went on until Randy came in me again and we 
both collapsed with his prick shrinking in me. I hoped I was pregnant. 

So that was my first time. It was really nice and' the beginning of many 
like it. I haven't worried too much about having sex since then. It's too 
good to worry about whether it's right or not, or whether you're old enough. 
Also Randy, I've come across better lovers since, less selfish you might 
say, but I'm always excited by his type. Besides, Randy was beautiful. I 
still remember every detail of his body. I must have covered it a hundred 
times. 

We had a lot of sex, although it wasn't easy. Most of it took place in the 
back seat of his mother's car. We'd go out on dates and to parties, but 
always anticipating the part of the evening that was sex. We would neck and 
kiss and feel each other and take off or open as much clothing as was 
possible in a car and depending on where we were parked. I would open 
Randy's pants and feel inside. The hard mass would excite me and I'd bring 
it out and run my hand up and down it. Sometimes I would massage it that way 
until it came. I loved that; the way his cream would splash out and run down 
his prick and over my hand. 

Sometimes I would bend over him and take the head of it in my mouth. That 
would really excite him, he would grab my head and push down, his cock would 
get harder and stand up more as it pressed against my lips. The first time 
he came like that was incredible. I was really excited. We had been kissing 
and feeling each other for quite a while and we had our hands inside each 
other's pants. Randy pushed his down over his legs and leaned back on the 
seat so his big cock could stand straight up. I wrapped my hands around it 
and kneeled between his thick thighs. He asked me to suck him, and I could 
get my face right in there. I ran my tongue along one leg and around his big 
balls. I stretched my tongue underneath them as far as I could, through the 
hairs growing there, between his legs. I collected them in my mouth. Then I 
carefully licked his entire prick until it stood straight up and he was 
shivering with excitement. He yanked at my head and pulled it over. I took 
the head between my lips and nibbled. My mouth opened as wide as it could 
and he pushed my head down on it. It was so big, I could barely move my 
mouth up and down. But it was worth it, he got more and more excited and 
gasped that he was going to come in me, and I was to swallow it. The idea of 
that really excited me. I moved up and down as fast as I could, and took it 
into my throat. Then he got very stiff and I could feel the pulsation of it 
coming, and then it did, into my mouth and I swallowed hard to get it all 
down. It was great. I was so excited by having done it, the taste of it in 
my mouth and the feel of it in my mouth, that I couldn't move. Randy just 
lay there, I kneeled over him and watched him. I fingered myself and wished 
that he would get hard again and fuck me a million more times. But he was 
completely satisfied. He loved the idea of his come in my mouth. Sometimes 
after we fucked he'd wipe the safe all over my face and into my mouth and 
that would make him hard again. Sometimes I would lie on the floor and he 
would sit over me, running his prick along my stomach and between my 
breasts, squeezing them against it. That excited both of us and we would do 
it until he came and it would splash up my neck to my face and I would lick 
up what I could. 

But besides that, we fucked mostly. Sometimes in the car which was very 
gymnastic. Sometimes after we came home from a date, usually after he had 
just come in the car. We'd sit in my basement and neck and I would excite 
him anyway I could. Then we'd quietly undress and press ourselves together, 
holding his cock against my cunt until it pushed in. Then we'd lie down and 
Randy would hold my ass and pump up and down over me. Whenever his parents 
were out we would go over there, that was the best. It was so comfortable 
and private. Sometimes we'd go into a strange bedroom at a party and do it 
there. I didn't like that because everyone would know what was happening, 
but sometimes I was too excited to care, and Randy never did. After a party 
quiets down or even before, the people who were couples would always be in 
the corners necking. Randy and I would do it as long as we could and then 
we'd either have to leave or go into another room and open each other's 
clothes. 

We had a wonderful time for almost a year. We were going steady and everyone 
who knew us could tell that we were having a good time, if not from just 
looking at us then from the gossip. Randy loved to tell his buddies about 
how much he was getting. I didn't really care. I found the guys became more 
friendly. And eventually my mother knew too. She found out in the worst 
possible way. One night she came down the basement to tell me it was late, 
just as we were both about to climax. Randy was lying over me on the rug, 
his strong back grinding up and down, our clothes strewn all around us. I 
have a vivid memory of her face as she stood there on the stairs. We were 
more pissed off at being interrupted than we were embarrassed, and we kept 
it up until Randy came. I never did! Afterwards we felt terrible although we 
laughed about it, sneaking Randy back into his clothes and out the front 
door. My mother was in a state of shock. She started to drink and ask 
herself where she went wrong. She yelled at me and cried and even threatened 
to make Randy many me. I couldn't believe it. From then on I was kept under 
strict watch. I wasn't allowed to go out on any more dates. Randy's name was 
never mentioned again. Of course, I still managed to sneak off with him, but 
other than that my life was unbearable and I was glad when school finally 
ended and I was shipped off to my father. I'm sure my mother prepared him 
for me and gave him instructions, but he was always nice to me and he let me 
do what I wanted. He always feels bad about what he and mother have done to 
me. 

I hung around for about a month in Landerville, and then we all went to the 
lake. There was never anything to do there during the week except suntan and 
lie around, but I like to do that so it was all right. On the weekends all 
kinds of people would come up from the city and there would be lots of 
parties and things going on. Sometimes I'd meet a guy on the beach or 
something and I'd always get asked to parties. 

Always, the first thing on my mind would be to get fucked, as soon as I met 
someone that turned me on. And that was pretty easy, watching beautiful men 
in bathing suits on the beach. I was a loner that summer and I got a lot of 
potential pick-ups by not being surrounded by a group of girls. 

Those parties on the weekends were really good. If I went with someone or if 
I met someone there we would leave after a while and go down to the beach; 
me and Jeff or Bill or Jim or John. We'd lie on the sand and neck, it's so 
easy to get clothes off in the summer. When I was really excited I'd take 
the guy's prick in my hand and lean over and kiss it and suck it until he 
was so excited that I'd get raped. A couple of times I'd be with someone who 
liked being sucked the way Randy did and I'd do it until he came in my 
mouth, I always liked that. But usually it would really excite them and they 
would be very anxious to get inside my cunt. That was okay too. 

It's funny how I don't really remember any of those guys now. Just images of 
hot male bodies on beaches in the summer. I remember the last weekend I was 
there. I ended up at a college party that was large and noisy and there 
weren't too many girls there. I got very drunk and not with anyone in 
particular, so I necked and felt a lot of guys and ended up in a little room 
with a bed and four big guys, all of them drunk, undressing me and deciding 
who should go first. I was really drunk and didn't really know what was 
happening, but I knew enough that it really excited me. 

Whoever they picked to be the leader, took off his pants and grabbed me. We 
kissed really hard and he pushed me down on the bed. I clutched on to his 
wide back and pulled him on top of me. I slid my hand under him as he bent 
down and took my breast in his mouth and ran my hand around his big cock. I 
spread my legs wide and held it up against me and he shoved it in. It felt 
great pushing in my cunt and I screamed and dug my nails into his buttocks, 
pulling him further into me. He started to ram in and out very hard and 
fast. 

As soon as he came he pulled out of me and I lay there moaning and reaching 
out for number two, who was standing beside the bed running his hand up and 
down his enormous cock. He got over me and pushed in immediately and made 
some joke about how greasy it was. He was very cool and slow and he seemed 
detached from me except for his cock. I ran my hands over his rounded ass 
and pulled on it. The third guy stood over me and opened his pants. I 
reached up for his balls and cock and then I kissed and sucked him for a 
bit. The cock in my cunt brought me to an orgasm. I grabbed the ass over my 
head and pulled the cock into my mouth. It was a great combination. But 
suddenly, the other guy came in me and yanked his cock out, leaving me 
gaping. He was quickly replaced luckily; by a nice fat cock that made me 
come frantically. It was great! One guy kneeling over my face, shoving his 
cock into my mouth. He grabbed my head and pushed right into my throat. 
Meanwhile, another guy was filling my cunt and making me churn with waves of 
orgasm. Eventually they both came in me. It was incredible! 

I think I passed out. I came to when the police arrived to bust the party. I 
got my clothes on as fast as I could, climbed out a window and crawled home. 

CHAPTER THREE 

When I got back to Smithtown, I found that my mother had reorganized my life 
for me. I was enrolled in a girl's boarding school about forty miles from 
the city. Oh well, at least I wouldn't have to live with the bitch. 

A week later I returned up there with about two hundred other girls. None of 
us knew what was happening, at least I sure didn't. But there was a lot to 
do to keep us busy. Not only starting school, but moving into a residence 
with complete strangers as well. Eventually, life took on a schedule and I 
didn't have to think anymore. It was like I was in the army. My school work 
was better than it had ever been, there wasn't anything to do there except 
study. It was only at night when there were no bells ringing or schedules to 
follow and you were supposed to be sleeping that you remembered who you were 
and how frustrating it all was. 

Jean was my roommate and we got to be good friends. When we got used to 
living with each other everything was fine. She was a bit of a lesbian. 
Once, during one of those nights I described when I was lying in my bed with 
the lights out; wide awake, she came over to me and lay down on the bed 
beside me. She was so tender and womanly. Guys are so much more interested 
in their own satisfaction. She ran her fingers lightly over my body, I could 
barely feel it. She followed the shape of my body with her touch. I opened 
my legs for her and she gently massaged me and ran her fingers in until I 
writhed and it continued until I came, so gentle and prolonged, and I slept 
like a baby afterwards. 

So I found out with Jean how nice two girls could be with each other. We 
started to sleep together regularly and I really liked it. It took me a 
while to learn how to respond to her. I kept wishing she had a cock, but her 
body was nice. It didn't excite me the way a guy's would, but I found it 
easy to touch. Especially her breasts. I got to really like to feel and lick 
and kiss them. They were so large and firm. I would suck at her nipples like 
I was a baby and she would really get off. I'd run my hand down to her legs 
and rub between them the way I would to myself and she would moan and writhe 
around. We could do that to each other at the same time for hours and then 
fall asleep. When I was very excited I'd move my mouth down her body the way 
she did to me. I would press my tongue against the opening and taste her. 
Smell her too; it was very strong and I got to like it. After I licked her 
she would come, juices would pour into my mouth as she came against my face. 

Jean and I would hang around together during the day too, and we had a good 
time. We were friends and we never thought of our sex as anything other than 
an alternative, at least I didn't. Some of the other girls get really 
strange after a while. They act like men in the way they dress and that. I 
couldn't understand it because if they really liked girls, then they should 
look for other girls who did, but who would want them if they were like men. 
Anyway, I like men myself. I couldn't wait to get to the city and find a 
man. Jean kissed me and wished me good luck when I left. 

My mother was a bit worried about having me under her care again. I stayed 
home with them the first night to make her feel good, but it was so dull it 
frustrated me more than the two months at school. So on Saturday night I 
went to a dance. She told me to be home by eleven. I couldn't believe it. 

There were lots of people at the place. Some of them were people I knew from 
the year before and it was really nice to see them again. I felt like I was 
really out of it. Then Geoff asked me to dance with him. It was a slow song 
and he held me very close. I got turned on to him half-way through the song. 
He had an apartment I was delighted to hear. He shared it with another guy. 
We decided to go over there later. There was a small party going on when we 
arrived and we sat and smoked some grass which I had never done before, but 
Jean had told me that it was terrific. I don't think it did anything to me 
though, but the room was nice and warm and smelled of incense. I felt really 
comfortable and horny. After a while, Geoff asked me to come in to the other 
room with him. We began to kiss and neck. Geoff began to take off my clothes 
piece by piece and then he kneeled on the floor in front of me and kissed my 
breasts and ran his hands over my body. 

I held onto his head and felt like a mother. Geoff was tall and seemed quite 
ordinary in his clothes, but when he pulled off his shirt I discovered that 
he was beautiful. He had fairly narrow hips and his chest got really wide. 
There was hair growing up from his navel. All his muscles were big and hard. 
I held him and kissed him and ran my hands around to his back. And then he 
took off his pants and I discovered that he was not only beautiful, but 
incredibly big as well. I hadn't seen a cock like that, any cock in fact, 
for ages. We were sitting on the bed and I leaned over and kissed and licked 
it. I took his balls in my hands, they were so firm and big. Then I sucked 
him. It felt so good! Finally he stopped me because he was ready to come. I 
didn't want to, but I wanted to get fucked so I lay back and held out my 
arms as he crawled over me. His body pressed against mine and I reached 
under it and took his prick in my hands and pressed it against my cunt. He 
had his hand there and his fingers pulled at my cunt and we inserted the big 
head of it. It made me shiver with excitement and he just held it that way 
for a second. I clutched his buttocks and made noises and finally he sank 
down on me and it went all the way in, such a big prick, it filled me 
completely and I started to babble. It had been such a long time! 

I pulled at his ass and wrapped my legs around him, trying to make him go 
harder. I was so excited! He had very good control and he stopped himself 
from going off for the longest time. Finally, I began to come, slowly and 
passionately! He kept pumping during his orgasm and even after it! Then he 
gently slid out of me and we lay there together, exhausted. Then I 
remembered my curfew. It was about one thirty in the morning and Geoff 
suggested I not go home at all. It was so peaceful lying there with him. 
Eventually we fell asleep, he had his arms around me and we were cuddled up 
to one another. I woke up later and explored his sleeping body. He looked so 
beautiful! I couldn't keep away from his prick. I licked it and tried to 
make it hard. Geoff woke up with his prick in my mouth and started to come 
immediately! 

Geoff said, "You really like that, eh?" and I crawled back up to him and 
fell asleep. When we woke up the next day we had a bath together. I phoned 
my mother after breakfast and told her I stayed at a friend's and she said, 
"I'll bet you did!" So I told her that I'd stay here and take a bus back to 
school and hung up. I started to explain the whole thing to Geoff. He put 
his arms around me and kissed me while we talked. I felt so good and then we 
fucked again. We didn't bother to take our clothes off. We just opened each 
other's pants and I massaged his prick for a few moments. He held it against 
my cunt and pushed it in. It was really easy. Then we went to a store and 
bought a little turkey that I cooked for him and his roommate. And then we 
went back to bed for the rest of the night, the next day and the next night. 
Tuesday morning we got up and Geoff drove me back to school. 

I really didn't want to leave Geoff that day and he kept telling me not to. 
I felt the need to get back to familiar territory. I felt strange. I told 
Jean all the details and we figured out that although I did get fucked, my 
original objective, I also fell in love with someone. The idea of being in 
love made me sort of nervous, but it was nice. Jean said it was the best 
thing that could happen to me, and she hoped that he loved me too. She 
helped me compose a letter to him that more or less was about the way I 
felt, but we were careful not to be too pushy. It said simply, "remember 
me," and after that the daily routine took over our lives again and ideas 
like being in love were unimportant. 

At night, Jean and I would lie together and help each other sleep like 
before. Geoff wrote me long, funny letters about things he had been doing 
and although he sometimes said very beautiful things about me or to me, he 
didn't actually commit himself. Jean and I would analyze them for hours. My 
mother showed up at the school with a suitcase of clothes for me and 
although I never even saw her, she managed to get around to all the teachers 
and told them about the problems she was having with her daughter so if 
things weren't already bad enough, I started to get called in for long 
sessions with the counselor, the head mistress, my room teacher, the nurse 
and the housemother, who all wanted to discuss my sex life apparently. I 
remained cool and non-committed during them, but I'd leave with my eyes 
burning. 

One night Geoff drove down to the school to see me. I was really surprised 
and happy. We sat in one of the big parlors with the lights out and I held 
his big hand and kissed him a bit while we talked. Geoff said that it was 
like a convent and he called me the dirty novice, which I thought was quite 
funny. 

The head mistress, she never missed anything, burst into the room suddenly 
and threw the lights on. She made me go to my room and told Geoff that the 
girls were not allowed to receive guests unless it was pre-arranged. I was 
furious. The next day I called him from a booth and it was "pre-arranged" 
that we would meet on Saturday in the little town about three miles from the 
school. I was very excited about it and I spent the rest of the week in 
anticipation. 

Since Saturday was what they called, "Free time" I only had to sneak out of 
a study, tell my music teacher I was sick, excuse myself from dinner and 
steal a bicycle. I was early though. I had to wait for Geoff. When he drove 
up I ran and jumped into the car before it even stopped moving. 

"What's the matter, are they following you?" he asked. Geoff is so funny. We 
drove down the roads, country roads, for a while. Geoff just wanted to talk 
to me, but I was pretty horny and I began to persuade him with my hand 
gently rubbing his thigh. So we stopped by an old barn we came across and 
walked across the field to it and went inside. It was pretty dusty, but I 
really liked the smell it was dark and cool. We found a ladder going up to 
the loft and we climbed it. I was really excited and I kneeled down in front 
of him immediately and opened up his pants. I reached inside his tight 
underwear and brought out the semi-hard mass of his cock and balls. Then I 
pushed his pants down around his thighs and grabbed his buttocks and began 
to kiss and lick him. I took his cock between my lips and sucked and nibbled 
it until it got hard as a rock and as huge as I remembered it. I pulled off 
all my clothes and lay down on the dusty straw. My arms and legs reached up 
for him. He stepped out of his pants and sort of jumped on top of me. 

"Do it hard," I hissed. I scraped my fingers across his wide back. I was 
really excited! He held my cunt open and pushed in as hard as he could. Then 
he pulled it back out to the beginning just as fast and held himself there. 
I went crazy and I grabbed his ass and tried to pull it down over me as hard 
as I could. Then he rammed it in as hard as he could and pumped up and down. 
It was great and I felt myself begin to churn my way to a climax. Then he 
pulled it all the way out, right in the middle of my frenzy, I almost died 
of shock. I grabbed his rippling ass and tried to push him back into me, but 
he pushed me down and climbed up to my chest and sat there, on my tits, 
rubbing his prick around my neck and face and then into my mouth. I opened 
wide to take it all in and behind him my legs squeezed together. He took my 
head in his hands and pushed suddenly. I moaned and then choked as he drove 
into my mouth, his balls slapping heavily against my chin. I loved him. I 
couldn't get him in enough, or get enough of him in. I reached up and 
clutched his ass and squeezed it and then he pushed and drove all the way 
into my throat. I could feel his hair against my lips. I had ten inches of 
cock down my throat and I couldn't breathe. And then I was swallowing tons 
of delicious sperm and he slid out of my mouth. I couldn't get it all down 
and it ran out across my chin. 

Then we collapsed together in the straw and he ran his hands all over me. He 
pushed his semi-hard cock into my cunt and I squeezed it from inside. He 
slowly pushed in and out and I began to climax. He continued pumping and got 
completely hard and then he came again and we just lay there holding on to 
each other. 

"You sure like to get it, don't you?" he said after a while. I asked him if 
he didn't. Someone came into the barn then and yelled at us. They asked what 
we were doing. 

"We're screwing, go away," Geoff said which made me laugh and whoever it was 
mumbled something and went away. Geoff remembered that he had hay fever so 
we decided to leave and slowly climbed back into our clothes. 

We got back into the car and drove back to the town. I kissed him when we 
got to the garage and told him I liked fucking with him because I loved him. 
My big confession! He smiled and kissed me and then drove away. It was much 
harder than the trip there, going back, and I got caught leaving the grounds 
without permission. That school was a jail. I told them I had just gone for 
a ride for exercise and there was nothing wrong with that. I got two weeks 
detention. 

Jean was very upset that night when I was too tired to do anything, but 
sleep. She got mad and told me that my mother was right. I was a slut. I 
hate that and I got mad and I said, "At least I'm not a lesbian." That was 
terrible and she slapped me. I cried myself to sleep that night. Somehow 
though, it all seemed worth it. 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Jean and I made friends later that week. I lovingly worked my way back into 
her bed. Anyway, I asked her to please let me lay with her one night and she 
didn't say anything. We hadn't said anything to each other for three days 
and it was getting ridiculous so I got on her bed with her and carefully 
went over her whole body with my lips and tongue. I ate her cunt with great 
enthusiasm. She came and her juices poured into my mouth and on to my face. 
We were friends afterwards. 

The next big event of school was Christmas. We all got to go home for two 
weeks. It wasn't that simple for me though. My mother was trying to think of 
some plan for me. "Geoff wanted me to spend the two weeks with him. Then 
Jean, since we were such good friends, saved the day and asked me to come 
and stay with her. "After all, you can't possibly stay at your mother's, but 
a person likes to have a family thing around Christmas." 

My mother thought it was splendid idea. So it was arranged. This was just 
for the records, actually. I was going to stay with Jean until after Boxing 
day and then go down to Smithtown and stay with Geoff for the rest of the 
time. 

Jean lived in the country outside of the city. It was a long way from 
school. The school was the only facility for rich or delinquent girls for 
miles around. Her family was very large. They had a huge house with a farm 
and stable and horses and everything. They were all really great people. 
Besides her mother and father there were two little brothers, a grandmother, 
an aunt and an uncle and one cousin; male, nineteen, nice looking. Not to 
mention the housekeeper and the stableman. They all really knew how to 
celebrate Christmas. There were sleigh rides, trimming the tree, big dinners 
and singing carols around the organ that the grandmother played. All the 
traditional stuff. 

Jean and I had different rooms. "Protect our reputation," she said. I was 
glad of the privacy, but I sort of missed her at night, so I was glad when 
old cousin Kevin took an interest in me. We went riding and such and had a 
good time. He was a nice guy. Jean and he really liked each other. 

The last night I stayed there, the whole family trooped out to a 
neighborhood function. Jean, cousin Kevin and I stayed home and sat in the 
big den with a bottle of her father's. It was nice having the entire house 
to ourselves. After a bit, Kevin and I began to feel each other; we were a 
bit drunk by now. Jean was upset, but she was a bit drunk herself. Kevin and 
I eventually decided to rape her and we carried her up to one of the big 
beds. After we dropped her on the bed, Kevin and I began to undress. 

Kevin and I grabbed each other and sort of danced around. Jean laughed at us 
and we went over to her and started to take off her clothes. She didn't put 
up a fight. I leaned over her and began to kiss one of her breasts. Kevin 
did the same to the other. Eventually, she was more excited than I've ever 
seen her. Kevin was too. "I've always wanted to fuck you, Jean," he said. It 
looked like he was going to get his chance. 

Except he was so excited that he sort of lost his erection. That amused 
Jean. I was more sympathetic and I turned to Mm and began to help. Keven was 
very nice looking as I've said. He was tall and dark and he had a wide 
chest. I knelt over him and began to kiss his nipples. He was also a bit of 
a sadist. He kept telling me to bite harder. 

I bit him as hard as I could. I saw Kevin months later in New York. He was a 
homosexual by then and he really liked big men to whip him with belts. 

Anyway, I traveled down his long body, around one buttock where I bit more, 
and then between his legs, up the inside of one thigh to his balls. I 
carefully mouthed each of them and ran my tongue through his wiry black hair 
to his cock. It was a really strange cock, very long and thin. I sucked it, 
but it was difficult, it would go right into my mouth without filling it. He 
was ready anyway and I moved over to Jean. She had been watching this time. 
"Don't bring your dirty mouth to me," she said. 

I had to stop and laugh and then I began to lick her. She was getting 
excited. It was like oiling a machine part. Then I pulled Kevin by the cock 
over her and reaching between his legs I held him against the moist opening 
of her cunt as it palpitated around the fingers of my other hand. It was 
such a long snake of a prick. I watched it slide into her and moaned while 
she gasped. I'm sure it was the first time she had felt a cock. Too bad 
Kevin wasn't nice and thick. He might have converted her from lesbianism to 
incest. I leaned over him and licked his balls, squeezing my face between 
his legs as they pushed up and down against Jean who was lying stiffly 
underneath him. I ran my tongue along the crease of Kevin's ass and when it 
moved up from a long stroke I pressed my tongue right in the hole. I thought 
that was incredibly dirty and it really turned me on. 

Kevin came without any build-up and then slid off, leaving Jean writhing and 
wailing. I leaned over her and began to eat her, tasting the mixture of her 
juices and Kevin's as it poured out of her all over my face. She leaned 
towards me and reached between my legs and began to lick me too. 

Kevin watched us and got hard again. He started to pull himself and feel us 
and then Jean climaxed, crashing against me and then she sort of whimpered 
and passed out. Kevin took her place between my legs and began to lick me 
and pushed his cock towards my face. I licked it and then took it in my 
mouth and sucked until he got hard again. Then I pushed him over and turned 
around over him. I held the top of his long cock against my cunt and then 
sank down on it. After about eight strokes he came again, dribbling in me, 
and collapsed beside Jean. Apparently I could hold my liquor and have sex a 
little better than they could. I was a long way from passing out. 

So I wandered downstairs and had another drink. I walked around the big 
house which I now had to myself. I thought of all the people living in the 
rooms I went through and how different they were from me. It sort of made me 
sad. I decided to go outside for a walk after I had covered the whole place 
so I put on my boots and a big fur coat that was hanging in the hall. I 
looked really strange, but I didn't think it mattered too much. It's so dark 
in the country at night. I wandered around for a while, hardly seeing where 
I was going. There was a light coming from the barn and so I decided to head 
in that direction. When I got inside I went over to the horse that I had 
been riding before and talked to it. As it turned out I wasn't the only one 
in the barn and I don't mean that the horse answered me. 

The stableman who I had noticed earlier and wondered about, was over in 
another stall and he stood up and looked when he heard me. We were surprised 
to see each other, but I was delighted, particurly to see this stableman who 
was built like one of the horses if you know what I mean. He asked me if I 
was going to ride; he had a one track mind. I said that I wasn't sure (one 
track mind, also). I went over to the stall he was in and climbed up the 
railing of the side. He looked sort of embarrassed to see me, standing in 
the stall with a great big horse that had scared me the first time I saw it. 
But I wasn't scared then and I gave him a big smile. 

"This one's excited tonight," he said. 

"Oh." 

"Yeah, I was worried he was gonna bust the whole place up." 

"Oh." 

"Yeah, real excited stallion. I'm pulling it off." 

"Ohhhhh!" I said, climbing over the horses side of the stall. 

"Can I watch?" Actually, I was sort of nervous being so close to such a big 
animal, but I really wanted to see and I felt safe with the stableman beside 
me. I seemed to have made an impression on him at this point. 

"I hear they're really big," I added to confirm his impression and I knelt 
down beside him to see. I had heard right. 

"Wow!" I said. The stableman crouched and reached his hand under and touched 
the huge thing. The horse snorted and twitched. I moved back and knelt 
behind him. 

"Don't worry," he said. "He won't get wild." 

"It's so big," I repeated. 

The horse was beginning to stamp and make incredible noises. It was really 
quite exciting to watch. 

"Can I do it for a while?" 

The stableman looked at me with amazement. 

"Sure," he said. "If you want. I think he's gonna come soon." 

I didn't know whether I wanted to or not, but I was trying hard to impress 
the man. I put my hand on his leg for support and gingerly reached out, 
taking the huge thing in my hand. The horse quivered all over in response to 
my touch and I began to apply my best techniques. I guess the cock on any 
male mammal is the same, except for size. I increased my rhythm gently and 
began to use both hands to cover all of it. It's spray shot on the ground. 
It was clear and fluid and there were gallons of it. Then his prick began to 
slowly shrink up into its body. I stood up and patted it affectionately on 
the rump. 

"Nice horse," I commented. 

The stableman was just standing there, crouching I mean, staring at me 
intently. I was really excited and sort of nervous. I climbed back up the 
side of the stall and looked at him again. He stood up and stepped over to 
me and I felt really wanton. I opened my coat and pushed it off my shoulders 
and dropped it down the other side of the rail. That was all I was wearing 
of course and the stableman gasped and reached up with his hand and squeezed 
one of my breasts. It sort of hurt, but I was excited. I began to climb down 
the other side, pressing my bare skin against the rough wood. The stableman 
walked around through the gate meanwhile, and met me on the other side. He 
squeezed my ass as I descended. 

I turned around and leaned against him, and put my arms around his neck. 
Then I jumped into his arms, he was so big and hard. He smelled like the 
barn did. I felt beautiful and sexual, pressed naked against this rough 
man's rough clothes. I began to push myself against him and kiss him 
passionately, boring my tongue into his warm mouth. He let go of me then and 
I slid down his body to the ground. I ran my hands up and down his muscled 
legs and he pulled his jacket off, standing over me. Then he yanked his 
T-shirt over his head, exposing his unbelievable chest. I reached up and ran 
my hands across it and then took hold of his belt. I opened the buckle! He 
was definitely the biggest person I had ever had and I really wanted him. I 
felt myself preparing to climax already. 

I slowly pushed down his zipper over the large, firm lump at his crotch and 
opened his pants. Then carefully reaching inside the tattered underwear I 
brought out the most unbelievably enormous cock I had ever seen. I felt like 
fainting. It was so huge and heavy, like the horse's and not even hard yet. 
I began to kiss it and lick it. He pushed his pants down around his thighs 
and held his balls out, pushing them against my face. 

They were so huge and heavy and hung down almost a foot. I took them in my 
hands and went crazy, licking them all over. The odor was so strong and it 
excited me even more. I lifted up the heavy mass and licked underneath 
between his wide legs. I could feel the weight of his cock and balls on my 
face as I licked underneath them and I took his strong ass in my hands, 
running my fingers against his hair-covered hole. Then I licked the entire 
length of his prick. I held it in both hands and kissed the head of it. I 
tried desperately to get it into my mouth, taking his ass in my hands and 
pulling my face into it. It took all the strength I had and I thought my jaw 
was going to break off. I must have scraped him with my teeth too. He got 
mad and threw me on the floor. I crouched there at his feet on all fours and 
hissed at him. 

"Fuck me, you horse." I wanted him as mad and as rough as possible. He 
leaned over me and after sinking his teeth into my back, he reached between 
my legs from behind and prying them apart, lifted me off the ground and held 
me in the air over the huge head of his cock that pushed itself against the 
lips of my cunt I began to shake and press myself against it and then he 
grabbed my shoulders and lifted me up, spreading my legs even wider. He held 
me against the rough floor, his hands squeezing into my skin and holding me 
there. He rammed in and out about four times. I screamed and he twisted me 
from the shoulder and covered one of my breasts with his mouth, digging his 
teeth into it. 

"Fuck me hard, you horse." I screamed at him and holding him by the neck, 
kept myself off the ground, riding his monster, while he pounded in and out 
of me and bounced me up and down on his shaft. He wasn't listening to me 
anymore though. Just pounding out a rhythm of his own. Then, with a noise 
just like the horse had made, he came. I could feel it explode inside me and 
he rammed in one last stroke. Then he withdrew immediately after all his 
cream drained into me and he stood up over me, pulling his clothes back on. 
He watched me with a big lewd smile on his face as I lay senseless at his 
feet on the dirt floor. 

He took great pleasure in putting his big limp cock back into his pants. I 
moaned and ran my hand over his leg and writhed around and then he kicked 
me. I rolled about five feet and couldn't breathe for a few seconds and he 
stood and watched me. I lay shivering and scared, covered in sweat and 
running my fingers through his come that ran out between my legs. I brought 
my fingers up to my mouth and began to lick them and crawl towards him. He 
laughed and I clutched his big leg and begged him for more. He kicked me 
again and then he grabbed me by the arm and dragged me across the floor. I 
started to scream as he opened the door to the stallion's stall. He laughed 
at me and pushed me with his foot underneath the big horse who snorted and 
twitched. He laughed loudly and told me the horse can come about ten times 
if it didn't trample me to death. I lay there and writhed around and then I 
reached up and touched the horse's sensitive underside. It made a terrible 
noise and stamped its feet. I wrapped my hand around its cock and pulled on 
it. I was really scared, but I didn't care. 

The stableman whistled when he saw that I was doing it. I don't think he 
realized how far I could go. I hadn't either. He was right about the horse. 
It wasn't long before I was lying underneath a hard, black cock about a foot 
long if not two. I pulled up and down on it with both hands and then I 
reached up and kissed the end of it and opened my mouth for it. The taste 
was horrible and it felt sticky. I couldn't do it for very long and I pumped 
furiously. The horse came and splashed tons of sticky fluid all over me. 

I loved it and rolled around underneath. I pulled myself by the hands out 
from under it and across the floor to the door of the stall, past the 
stableman's feet. He was impressed and better still, hard again. He was 
pulling himself while he watched me, and he reached down and grabbed me, 
lifting me up on a wooden box. He spread my legs open and shoved his cock 
back into my cunt. I started to climax as soon as he went in and I shook and 
writhed the whole time he pumped up and down. Then he came again himself and 
pulled out of me, dropped me on the floor, kicked me in the stomach and 
walked out. What a fucking man! I lost my wind for a few minutes and then 
vomited all over myself. 

Then I managed to stand up, holding on to a post and throwing up again. Then 
I just ran, as fast as I could out of the barn. When I got to the house I 
slammed the door behind me and stood there panting. Then I almost passed out 
but managed to make it up to the room where the liquor was. I took a shot of 
brandy and it burned my throat but brought me back to my senses. I managed 
to get upstairs somehow and into a bath. I nursed my poor depraved body and 
went into my room, planning to pack and get the fuck out of there. But I lay 
down and passed out. I remember drifting off, wondering if Jean and Kevin 
were still lying together in the other room and if the family would come in 
and see them. I didn't really care. 

The next morning was terrible. I woke up feeling very ill, covered in 
bruises, too late to catch the train and I contemplated suicide for a 
moment. I dressed myself and got the housekeeper to bring me a bite to eat. 
Then I went downstairs. Everyone was suspicious. Jean and Kevin hadn't shown 
their faces yet, and I had to face everyone by myself. I mumbled something 
about how drunk we all got and they were all shocked. I thought of the story 
I could tell them. I phoned the airlines and there was a plane in about an 
hour. I had forty bucks from the Christmas money that my mother had given me 
and the uncle said he would drive me to the airport. So I went upstairs and 
threw my stuff into my suitcase and made the rounds, thanking everyone very 
much for the lovely time. I didn't bother finding Jean, she was still in her 
room and her mother insisted on going up to tell her that I was leaving. 

But I didn't bother hanging around. I sat in the car silently during the 
uncle's chatter, wishing that he would go faster, and then in the airplane 
wishing it would go faster. I began to relax a little, cried; being in the 
air is sort of cleansing. I felt better as we speeded towards Smithtown and 
Geoff. Merry Christmas. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

The man in the seat beside me was called Mr. Chester and he bought me a 
couple of drinks. 

"Although I'm sure you're not old enough." 

"I'm not, thanks." 

I didn't really feel like talking. I was pretty depressed all of a sudden 
and I wanted to think. It was morbid of me, I know. Mr. Chester wouldn't 
shut up though, and the next thing I knew he had distracted me completely. 
In fact, I found myself contemplating his cock and fucking and sucking it. 

"And what are you going to do in Smithtown?" 

"I'm on my way to see my boyfriend for the rest of the holiday." 

This excited and turned him off. I think he was the type of man that got off 
on fourteen-year-old virgins in his wildest fantasies. He thought about it 
for a bit. Then I got him to buy me another drink. 

"A young girl like you off to another city to see a boy. Your parents must 
think you're quite mature." 

"They think I'm a slut." 

He thought about that for about ten minutes. Just enough time for me to turn 
on. He was a very nice man in an older way, very grey and handsome and well 
built. I smiled and was charming all the rest of the flight. After we got 
off he insisted on taking me downtown as far as the hotel he was staying at. 
He was a lawyer. 

"Have your boyfriend pick you up there, dear. Save him the drive." 

That was a good idea. I went in a taxi with Mr. Chester downtown and on the 
way I realized how stupid I was being. By the time we got there I was 
determined to get rid of Mr. Chester immediately and went to a pay phone. 
But as it turned out, Geoff wasn't home. The bastard! I had no place to go. 
Mr. Chester was delighted. 

"Wonderful, let's have another drink." 

But of course they would not serve me in the Cocktail Lounge and we had to 
go up to his room and get room service. Very smooth, Mr. Chester was. Hotel 
rooms always make me feel immoral and I decided to relax and enjoy myself. I 
sat down on a chair and kicked my shoes off. I watched Mr. Chester turn on 
the television and call for room service, vaguely wondering about his cock 
that I could see outlined by creases in his suit pants. He went into the 
bathroom for a while and then he came and sat beside me. We had a drink and 
after a while he began to rub his leg against mine, very seductively. Then 
he reached out and put his hand on my thigh, and gently brushed it. It felt 
nice and I began to feel seductive myself, because he was so slow. I guess I 
have a thing about older men, but I just discovered it then. He was pretty 
old compared to me. About forty something. He was very handsome though. We 
were both getting a bit drunk now. Smooth as he was he seemed to be a bit 
nervous. I guess he was worried about how I'd react. I decided to make it 
easier for him, more exciting for him too, I thought. Definitely more 
exciting for me. 

I said, "Do you want to fuck me, Mr. Chester?" 

He almost dropped his drink, but then he got cool and said, "As a matter of 
fact, I do. I find you exciting." 

So I stood up and walked slowly towards the middle of the room and began to 
take my clothes off in front of him, piece by piece and dropping them on the 
floor. When I was naked I walked over to him and sat down on his lap. I 
began to kiss him, and run my hands around his neck and across his chest. He 
held me and felt my breasts. 

I could feel the large lump of his prick pressing into me from underneath, 
which excited me. His face was rough from his beard and his mouth tasted of 
liquor and pipe smoke. I leaned towards him and pressed one of my breasts 
against his mouth. He kissed it and licked it, as he was getting more 
excited. Eventually, he stood up and carried me in his arms over to the bed. 
He lay me down very gently and began to cover my body with kisses. I got 
really hot from his touch. He really knew what he was doing. I've found that 
older men are usually very good lovers, but I wasn't used to them then. When 
he began to lick my cunt I pulled his head against me and started to flow 
into his mouth. He kept licking until I was going crazy, then he sat up. His 
face was red and his breathing was heavy and excited. 

He stood up and began to take his clothes off. I lay watching him, rolling 
around on the bed and stretching. His body was nice. The hair on it was 
greyish brown and there was so much of it. He had big, thick legs and when 
he pulled his underwear off, I almost screamed. His prick and balls were big 
and hanging. I reached out and began to kiss the end of his prick and lick 
down the length of it. He pushed me back and got on the bed over me, 
spreading my cunt with his finger. Then he pushed in all the way with one 
smooth stroke. He pumped me rhythmically. It was great! So gentle compared 
to what I was used to. I loved having this man's body on top of me. I 
clutched at him and pulled him against me. 

And then he came in me, he pushed very hard and deep into me as he did it. 
It felt great! And he kept hard and continued to stroke for a long time, 
until I climaxed. Then he slid out of me and lay back with his eyes closed. 
Eventually, he got up and went into the bathroom. I lay there for a while 
and then I phoned Geoffs again and he still wasn't home. I figured I'd leave 
anyway and I went into the bathroom with Mr. Chester. He was peeing and I 
put my arms around him and pressed myself against his back. He wasn't too 
friendly anymore, so I took a shower instead. He stood outside the shower 
door and watched me when I came out. He was hard again and followed me into 
the other room. I stood beside him with my hand on his chest as he sat down 
on the bed and then 

I kneeled on the floor between his legs and began to lick his cock again. I 
took it in my mouth and he held my head and pushed me down on him. I sucked 
him for about ten minutes, nonstop. It was a bit painful, but I got into it 
and when he came, it was great. I swallowed hard and then I stood up and 
went back into the washroom for a minute. I came out and started to get into 
my clothes. 

"Oh, are you on your way, dear?" Mr. Chester said, acting really surprised, 
but I think he was relieved. 

"Yeah, I am," and I pulled on my shoes and coat. Mr. Chester insisted on 
giving me taxi fare and I couldn't be bothered refusing as he slipped a 
twenty in my pocket which I discovered on my way down the elevator. This 
comes under the category of prostitution I realized which made me feel not 
too good. I went to the bar as soon as I got to the lobby and had another 
drink. I kept trying Geoffs number and sat there really depressed. Finally 
when the bar was about to close I got a hold of Geoffs roommate, Brian, and 
told him I was coming over to wait there for Geoff. I got a taxi, very 
drunk, and drove over. When I got to the apartment I gave the rest of my 
money, about fifteen dollars, to the driver. He was freaked out and I felt 
much better. 

Brian let me in. There was a small party in progress; Brian was having 
parties there all the time. I was invited to join but I told them I was too 
tired and went into Geoffs room. I was tired really and glad I wasn't going 
to end up being the party girl with Geoffs friends, as I probably would have 
under other circumstances. I had another bath instead. I was really feeling 
dirty. Brian brought me in a cup of tea; he's really nice. Then I got into 
Geoffs bed and fell into a sleep. I woke up a little later from the noise 
Geoff made, coming into the apartment. I panicked, feeling very conspicuous 
lying there in his bed; what if he was mad I thought, or what if he had 
another girl with him; or what if he was at the airport and saw me leave 
with Mr. What's-his-name? So I ended up jumping out of bed and climbing 
underneath it. I'm really stupid sometimes. I heard Geoff talking in the 
other room and Brian telling him that I was here. He came crashing into the 
room and turned on the lights. I felt really dumb. 

"Where is she?" he said to Brian and he answered. 

"She's in there unless she climbed out the window." 

I said, "Here I am, under the bed," Geoff got down and looked and then 
dragged me out by the leg, laughing. He was happy to see me, which made me 
glad; even his finding me in such a dumb place, he didn't even ask me why. 
We just lay on the floor together, holding on to each other for a long time. 
It was so nice to be touching someone that I loved. Then he stood up and 
began to take his clothing off. I waited with my arms reaching out for him, 
watching his beautiful body appear. When he was naked he stood over me and I 
ran my hands up his legs; then he kneeled down and pressed his body against 
mine, it felt so good. We fucked slowly and gently for a long time until 
Geoff got very stiff and held on to me tightly. 

Then without either of us moving he exploded in my cunt. What a beautiful 
guy. He lifted me up on the bed and we lay down in each other's arms. I fell 
asleep immediately and didn't wake up until the middle of the next day. I 
woke up then because Geoff was kissing me; what a nice way to begin a day. 

We felt each other and I reached down for his prick, which was already stiff 
and hard, so I helped him put it in me, pushing my cunt up towards it When 
it had pressed right in to the bottom of me, the way it can, we just lay 
back, quivering, and holding on to each other. Then he slowly pumped up and 
down about half of a hour or more. I finally began to come, slowly churning 
up and writhing around it. He let himself go at the same time, having a 
beautiful orgasm. We crashed up and down together and against each other and 
reverberated. He slowly pulled out of me and began to kiss my body. It was 
then that he noticed the teeth marks on my breast and he asked me about 
them. It was then that I remembered all the things that had happened to me 
in the last few days and I stopped feeling good all over immediately. 

"Aren't they terrible?" I said covering myself and getting out of bed. 

"How did you get them?" he was horrified. "At Jean's." I blurted out. "You 
mean you sleep with your roommate?" he was beginning to yell and started to 
feel really bad, but sort of nervous too; I wished I didn't have to talk 
about it. 

"Sure, don't you ever have sex with Brian?" I have this tendency, whenever 
I'm nervous, to evade the topic. 

"No, I never have." He said grimly, I could tell I had just said a stupid 
thing. 

"Well that's because you're not stuck in a school full of boys with him." I 
persisted. I tried to conclude the conversation with that and started to put 
my clothing on and run around and act busy. 

"She's kind of rough, isn't she?" Geoff didn't seem to want to conclude. 

"Who?" I said vacantly, I almost didn't know what he was talking about. 

"Jean! For Christ's sake, how many of the chicks are you fucking out there?" 
He was really mad at this point and I felt terrible. I debated my policy for 
a few moments and I decided that this was all wrong, since I love Geoff, and 
he loves me, I didn't have to be sneaky, or lie to him about what I did; you 
know, honesty is the best policy. 

"Actually, it wasn't Jean who did this to me; or any of the other girls, it 
was this stableman." 

"A stableman, what the hell!" I was wrong, honesty is not the best policy, 
at least not in this case, but it was too late to switch to lying. 

"Well you see, I was pretty drunk and I went out to the barn at night; for a 
walk, you know, and the stableman was in the barn. He was pulling off one of 
the horses that was horny. I started watching, it was really interesting, 
and I guess it just turned us on a lot and he was really rough; that's all." 

"You and Jean are a real pair of private school sluts, aren't you?" 

"I told you, Jean had nothing to do with it." I had always hated being 
called a slut, but I don't know why I was bothering to defend Jean. "She was 
still in the house with her cousin, Kevin." 

"I presume you had already done it with her cousin." 

I was going to start crying soon. 

"But it wasn't enough for you, you had to go out to the barn and do it with 
a stableman. What if you hadn't found him, were you going to use the horse?" 
He was really mad, but if he only knew. I started to cry. sure enough. 

"Don't start bawling you rotten slut." he screamed at me and he grabbed me 
and pushed me across the room. I hit a wall and then fell on the floor. He 
stormed out the door, and then out of the apartment. I sat down on the floor 
and cried for about twenty minutes, then I moved to the bathroom and cried 
some more. Finally I decided that he was really being a prick about it; if I 
wasn't a slut I wouldn't be with him in the first place. Anyway I washed and 
put some makeup on and went into the kitchen. Brian was sitting there: he 
must have heard the whole thing but I didn't bother talking to him about it. 

"Geoff told me to fuck you when lie left." Brian smiled at me after a while. 

"Why don't you fuck him?" I answered. "He needs it more than I do." I was 
really pissed off and I went into the living room with a glass of orange 
juice. What a horrible day it had turned into. Brian laughed away and 
followed me out. 

"He'll get over it, don't worry." He said, and I found that quite 
reassuring. "Unless he's crazy. I think you're a nice chick and I don't care 
if you are a slut." 

I threw my glass of orange juice in his face and jumped up. I got my coat 
and started to slam the door, but he came after me and apologized a lot; he 
caught me in a weak moment-I didn't have anywhere to go. I actually decided 
to give him the fuck of a lifetime, but he was really joking. We just went 
back into the apartment and smoked up instead. It was nice, just what I 
wanted to do. We used a big water pipe which made it easy to inhale and we 
smoked quite a bit. After a while things began to seem really strange, and 
nice. Some people came to the door; they were friends of Brian's. I was 
disappointed that it wasn't Geoff. They came in and sat down and we all 
smoked some more, everyone looked so beautiful and moved so nicely, and the 
music was so good. But after a while I got quite sad again and I started to 
think that it would be better if I left. Brian might be wrong; Geoff would 
never want to see me again. I couldn't think of any place to go to, that was 
the problem. Not to my mother's if it killed me, surely not back to school, 
not back to Jeans; there was nowhere. I'd just have to walk the streets or 
kill myself or something. I'm not that melodramatic. I'd probably enjoy the 
streets, become a real professional slut. 

It almost happened too. I wandered into the bedroom and sort of 
half-heartedly packed up my stuff. I couldn't find half of it because I had 
been so drunk when I came in, I lost it all. It took quite a while. Mostly I 
just stared out the window and was sad. During a break in the music I heard 
Geoffs voice in the other room. He was beside the door. 

"I wasn't serious when I left," he was saying. 

"Don't worry, I didn't think you were. I just got her stoned." That was 
Brian's voice. 

I continued to stare out the window. Geoff didn't sound like he was that mad 
anymore. 

It was getting late and all the lights were going on, I noticed. Geoff came 
into the room and said "Hi." very simply like nothing had happened so I 
turned around to look at him and he came over and put his arms around me and 
kissed me. He said he was sorry and asked me if I'd like to go out with him 
to eat and told me to get ready. I had to change my clothes while he stood 
watching me and we left and walked downtown; to a restaurant and sat eating 
a meal by candlelight. Then we went to a disco and danced for a while. 

Geoff is such a good dancer, we make a great couple in fact. I started to 
feel happy and wholesome like all the other girls. It was hard though; Randy 
my old boyfriend was there and he came over and tried to pick me up. He was 
quite drunk and getting fat instead of muscular; I hardly recognized him. 
When I did I told him to get lost because he was being quite familiar with 
me, so to speak. Geoff was a bit uptight; I guess it reminded him of what a 
slut he was with. We left shortly after that and went back to the apartment. 
Geoff had bought a bottle and he sat down in the living room and asked me to 
pour him a drink. I went into the kitchen and played bartender and brought 
him two healthy shots with coke. Then he told me to put on a record which I 
did and while I stood waiting for my next direction Geoff started to feel 
himself which shocked me at first but I thought it looked really neat too, 
sort of obscene. He told me to dance. I felt really dumb and I was tired of 
dancing but I thought I would do what he told me to so I danced around the 
room and turned the music up really loud and got into it. He lay there 
feeling himself and watching me. 

After a while he said, "Undress!" and I started to take off my dress. 

Keep dancing.' I had to dance and take off my clothes at the same time, sort 
of an amateur strip-tease. I undid my bra slowly and let it fall off my 
shoulders; I sort of swung it in front of him before I let it drop. Then I 
slid my pantyhose off, one leg at a time stretched out in his direction. I 
noticed his crotch had become a large bulge as he felt it and I was 
inspired, in fact I started to enjoy myself. After I pulled off my panties, 
I danced over to him and gently sat down on his lap. I unbuttoned his shirt 
and kissed him on the lips; then I let my mouth travel down his chest. 

I licked and nibbled at his nipples until they were flat and hard, first 
one, then the other. I slid my hand along his leg and over the huge hard 
lump. I was really excited by that and I kneeled on the floor in front of 
him and slowly undid his pants, still nibbling at him, at this point at his 
stomach and navel, catching hairs in my mouth. 

He jumped up and said, "Come on," pulling my up off the floor. I walked into 
the bedroom behind him, my arms wrapped around his chest. Geoff pushed off 
his pants and lay down on the bed saying, "Okay, take it away." 

I kneeled down and began to kiss his feet, I was being really humble; 
sexually I'm a very humble person in fact. I slowly moved up the inside of 
his leg, taking muscled flesh in my mouth and kissing it. He lay back and 
moaned when my lips reached the inside of this thigh, his balls hanging down 
between them. I licked carefully and slowly. He had one leg propped up on 
the bed; I pressed underneath it and my mouth traveled from his balls to the 
inside of his buttock. He lifted up his hips and my tongue pressed up to his 
ass, new territory I had recently discovered with cousin Kevin; then I went 
back the way I came. 

Geoff said, "That was nice, you like my ass?" I began to lick his balls 
again and then his prick. He leaned up over me so that he could reach my 
cunt with his face, I was lying underneath him. I opened my mouth and took 
his long prick in, he began to lick at my cunt and press his tongue in, 
which felt so good. I didn't have to move at all, just he there while his 
hips pumped up and down and he fucked my mouth. Sometimes he would go in so 
far I would choke but he kept going and his ass and balls were right above 
my face; I pulled at them and rubbed them; meanwhile his tongue was going 
wild in my cunt. 

He pulled out of me and moved off suddenly, pushing my hips over sideways. 
He knelt behind me and stuck his prick between my legs, pulling them wide 
apart and then he pushed into my cunt from behind. It was very tight and 
felt great; he rammed furiously against my back until he came and then 
rather than lying down for a rest he put my legs down and crawled up me. 
When he was over my face he rubbed his soggy prick around and then held it 
for me to lick. Since I hadn't come yet myself it was great; I licked and 
then I sucked it for a while and he played with my breasts and squeezed them 
with his ass; then he reached back for my cunt and ran his fingers into it. 
He was getting really hard again and began to flex his hips, ramming his 
prick in and out while I played with his balls and sucked. I ran my fingers 
along his ass and pushed one of them up the hole as far as it would go. He 
went crazy then and he began to pound against me and pulled my face with his 
hands almost choking me and pushing right into my throat. Finally he yanked 
my hand away and asked me if anyone had ever done that to me before. Since I 
wasn't able to speak I shook my head and moaned and he said, "You mean to 
say there are still virgin parts on you?" 

He let his prick slide out of my mouth and told me to roll over and so I did 
and he pressed one of his fingers against my ass the way I had done to him. 
It took awhile to get it in and it sort of stung, but it didn't seem 
unpleasant. 

"Oh, boy!" He said, "I get your bum!" He was really excited. Then he pulled 
his finger out and pressed his prick against me. I knew it wasn't going to 
go in, it was so big and I was scared because he kept pressing it harder and 
harder and then my ass opened up and it sank in a bit. It hurt like hell. 

"Don't Geoff, you'll split me." 

"No I won't just relax." He laughed and pressed harder and harder until it 
opened more and I felt his whole great big prick slide into my poor ass. I 
bit the bed sheet to stop from screaming. 

"There," he said, "It's all the way in; what does it feel like?" 

"You're killing me." I answered. I really thought he was. 

He started to move up and down, and his prick pushed in and out. He started 
to talk. "Don't worry Jenny, I'm not going to kill you. Hove you. This is 
punishment. I'm punishing you because you deserve it. This will make you 
feel better. You want to be punished. It will make you love me even more and 
I will forgive you. Don't you like it?" 

And I did. I thought of his punishment fantasy and the pain started to feel 
less like pain and more like pleasure as he ran in and out and soon it was 
over after one long, tearing stroke, I felt his come shoot off, up my ass, 
and he moaned and collapsed. He slowly pulled out and my ass fell back into 
place after about five sensitive minutes. Was I ever glad it was over. But 
it really made me horny. Geoff went into the bathroom and I lay on the bed 
and moaned and rubbed my body against the sheet and felt myself until he 
yelled at me to come into the shower with him. I got up and barely managed 
to walk into the bathroom and we got into the shower and let the water run 
all the way over us as we soaped each other. Geoff carefully rubbed my ass, 
there was a little cut and he felt very sorry. 

"Supposed to use vaseline or something, I forgot," he apologized as he 
stroked me; and then he knelt down and pressed his tongue against it and 
cooled it and then he turned me around and dove his tongue into my cunt. All 
that pain had explosive effects inside me and I started to pour into his 
mouth, his tongue went very deep and I pulled at his head. Brian poked his 
head in the bathroom door then and said, "Excuse me kids, I've gotta pee." 

"Well, pee in the toilet." Geoff took his mouth off me long enough to say. 
It really made me laugh. He pressed against me again and continued to lick, 
his tongue was as good as his cock. My laugh changed to excited hysteria. 
Then he moved up me and nibbled and sucked at my breasts and began to kiss 
me and I reached down and rubbed his prick against my stomach. It was a bit 
limp but we managed to push it into my cunt. I squeezed my legs together and 
pressed it and started to come and it got completely hard. Geoff had to hold 
me up; my whole body writhed and I almost passed out. I held his hips and 
pulled myself on and off his long prick until I couldn't stand and as I 
shook with orgasm he came in me again and we stood there for a minute 
feeling the warmth of the water and then we turned it off and got out. 

We rubbed each other with towels and Geoff wrapped me up in his big bathrobe 
and pulled on a pair of jeans. My hair was soaking wet so I wrapped a towel 
around it and then we went and sat in the living room. Brian was there with 
a girl he had brought home. We sat down with them and smoked some more grass 
and listened to the stereo. The girl's name was Susan; she seemed a bit 
nervous but she relaxed with us, I guess Geoff and I looked pretty domestic 
and healthy; if she only had arrived a little earlier. Eventually Brian took 
her into his bedroom and Geoff and I were left alone again and we necked a 
bit and then started talking about how much fun it would be to watch them, 
We contemplated it for a while; I had trouble enthusing Geoff, but 
eventually we put on some coats and sneaked out to the fire escape which ran 
along the outside of Brian's room. 

We crawled along until we were below his window, we thought we were so 
sneaky. We both lifted our heads up and held on to each other. The window 
was open a bit and the blind was up about two inches from the top of the 
sill, just enough to be able to see in and get a dead-on view of Brian's 
bed, opposite the window. How exciting. There were hardly any lights on but 
we could make out two bodies on the bed together and after a while it got 
clearer. Susan was undressed except for her panties. She had a pretty nice 
body and seemed quite excited, from the way she clutched at Brian and 
writhed. I was more interested in him: he still had his jeans on and was 
lying over her. kissing and feeling. They gradually got more active while 
Geoff and I got pretty cold outside the window. So we crawled back to the 
door and went in, hugging each other for warmth. 

"Maybe we should take a few blankets and some hot chocolate out." Geoff 
said. I laughed, but he was really serious; I thought we should just wait 
until things got going a bit more and then go out and have another look. So 
we had a cigarette and I persuaded Geoff to come back out. When we got under 
the window the scene had improved. Brian had his pants pulled down to his 
ankles and she was feeling around his legs. Brian was a short guy with a 
heavy build, nice and muscled. I had been looking forward to seeing him 
naked. He had thick legs, and a beautiful hard ass. It was moving up and 
down, rubbing against her and when he started to slide down to her lower 
regions, you could make out what looked like a nice large cock but it was 
too dark to appreciate it, the distance was too great. He kneeled with his 
legs straddling her and began to lick at her cunt. We got a beautiful view 
of his ass, pushed up towards us, and his big balls dangling between his 
legs. I was getting really excited. 

Geoff was getting bored by this time. I guess he couldn't see what he 
wanted. Anyway he crawled back inside and motioned for me to follow. But I 
couldn't take my eyes away so I lingered. Susan had pushed him away from her 
cunt. I heard her murmur something and Brian moved back up to her face and 
they kissed some more. I could tell his cock was rock hard and it looked 
big. Then Susan said something that I couldn't hear but it sounded bad 
because Brian sort of whimpered and put his arms around her and pressed 
against her. I figured she was getting cold feet and was I ever pissed off. 
His ass pressed against her and then tensed up and then he slowly rubbed up 
and down. I could just feel the size of his cock pressed against her legs. I 
hope he came all over her and soiled her panties. I was furious and I shot 
back inside and sprawled in a chair in the living room. 

"Learn any new techniques?" he asked. 

I told him I got some ideas and that she was chickening out and I was really 
pissed off. 

"Maybe Brian isn't any good." he suggested. 

"Are you serious?" I asked. 

"Well, don't you worry about it." He looked at me knowingly, "That is don't 
get any ideas in your head. He'll find someone." 

I smiled and pressed my hand against his crotch. 

"Not again," he said. I reached for his belt buckle and opened his pants. I 
was really quite excited and his balls and dork were so clean and delicious, 
I pulled them out and took each of his heavy balls in my mouth and sucked 
them for a while, Geoff gently patted my head. Then I licked his entire 
prick; it was warm and big but still soft. I opened my mouth and sucked it 
in until the head pressed into my throat. Then I pulled up and down with my 
lips and ran my tongue around it. I guess he was pretty tired, it was really 
late at night by then and we had had an incredible day. Anyway; I continued 
to suck for a long time and he got stiff and pressed into my mouth but he 
wasn't rock hard the way he usually is. I kept at it, the image of Brian's 
ass squeezing against that stupid girl in my mind. 

Geoff pushed himself off the chair and bent over me. I laid back on the 
floor and he sat on my chest and pumped in and out of my mouth. I held on to 
his ass and pulled it towards me and sucked furiously. Finally he got very 
hard and began to ram in and out. At this point Brian came out of his room, 
nude, and headed for the bathroom. We ignored him, after all, fair's fair. 
In fact I sort of enjoyed his seeing us that way. He stopped for a minute 
and watched us and then he wandered away. By the time he came back Geoff was 
exploding in my mouth. I lay back and let his cream, not too much of it this 
time, slide down my throat. Brian said we looked pretty good and went back 
into his room. We could hear them talking and starting to put their clothes 
back on so we smoked a cigarette and went into the bedroom and lay on the 
bed. Geoff fell asleep almost immediately, I lay awake for a long time 
thinking about nothing in particular. Susan left. I heard Brian let her out 
and then go back in his room. It took me a long time to get to sleep, it had 
been quite a day. 

CHAPTER SIX 

When I woke up the next morning Geoff was already out of bed getting 
dressed. We talked for a while; I tried to get him to take his clothes back 
off and climb into bed with me again, but he said he couldn't. He had to go 
to the college library and do some work for school but he would be back by 
lunchtime. Then he left and I tried to get back to sleep for a while but I 
couldn't so finally I got out of bed even though it was so early. On my way 
to the bathroom I couldn't resist looking into Brian's room. He was asleep, 
lying on his stomach. His wide back was dark and bare. The sheet came up to 
his waist and was twisted all around him; he looked like he had had a 
restless sleep. I could see the outline of his legs and ass through the 
sheet and I had to stop myself from going over and touching him. 

I couldn't be bothered getting dressed and I put on a big bathrobe of Geoffs 
that I liked the feel and smell of. Then I went into the kitchen and made 
myself a hearty breakfast, which is unusual; I don't often feel hungry in 
the mornings. Then I had a cup of coffee and a smoke and sat down to wonder 
what I would do until Geoff got back. The phone rang and I ran into the 
other room to answer it. Brian woke up and as I was picking up the receiver 
he came to the door of his room and stood there. Since it was for him I held 
the receiver out towards him, and since the phone was sitting on the floor I 
had sat down in a low chair to answer it and I didn't bother getting up 
right away. 

Brian came and kneeled beside me and talked for a while. I just sat and 
watched him. I could make out the outline of his prick through his 
underwear; it was very large and it seemed hard. I've found out that most 
guys are hard in the morning; it's because they have to pee; but they're 
usually horny, too. He looked up at me and ran his hand over my leg while he 
talked. After he hung up we wished each other good morning and I went into 
the kitchen to make him a breakfast like I'd had and he went to the 
bathroom. Then he came and sat down at the table and watched me cook. 

"It was really strange seeing you on the floor, last night," he said. "I 
guess I didn't turn her on very well." 

"If you didn't turn her on it was because she didn't want to be, Brian, I 
know." I proceeded to tell him how we had ended up on the floor after 
watching him and Susan through the window. 

"Christ!" he said, "Is there no privacy?" 

"What do you want privacy for?" I asked pointedly and brought over his 
breakfast, put it in front of him, buttered some toast and poured him a 
glass of milk. Then I sat down in the other chair and watched him eat. When 
he was finished I made some more coffee and we started talking again. 

"You really suck him off, don't you." 

"Yeah, I like to do that a lot." 

"I'll bet he likes it to; I should have fucked you yesterday when he told me 
to." 

"Yeah, you should have." And I reached under the table and squeezed his 
thigh. "Do you think he'd mind?" 

"I'd say he'd mind." Brian answered. 

"Well we could go ahead and not tell him, but I hate being sneaky and he'd 
find out anyway and then he'd be madder. He thinks I'm a slut anyway." 

Brian said that he would freak right out when he found out and got up and 
walked out of the room, really frustrated. "I think we should put some 
clothing on." He said. 

I sat there for a while thinking about the mistake I would be making; and 
then about Brian's leg, how thick his thigh was and how nice it felt and how 
muscular it was, pressed against the chair. So I ended up making the mistake 
anyway, got up and followed him into his room. He was lying on his bed and 
he had taken his underwear off. He lay on his stomach and was rubbing 
himself against the sheet. His ass rolled around and I could see the end of 
his prick squashed underneath him. It was too much, I felt myself watering 
at the mouth, sort of; I had to touch him. 

"I have to do this," I said. "If you just lie there and don't do anything 
you won't have to worry about anything, it's all my doing." I said this 
really fast and I sat down on the bed beside him. My hand quivered as I 
reached out to touch his smooth skin; I leaned over and kissed the back of 
his neck and curled his hair through my fingers. I kissed his back and ran 
my hand down it. He shook and rolled from side to side. I reached around and 
ran my hand down his thickly haired chest and pushed myself down, my mouth 
moving over his back, kissing and nibbling at it. My other hand moved down 
to that beautiful ass and I kissed his back and slid my lips along it to the 
side of his buttock and down his leg. 

He spread them wide and I kissed and licked my way up the inside. He rolled 
over on his back suddenly, my one hand was pressed underneath him, squeezing 
and digging at his ass, the other one moved down across his stomach, over 
his navel, pressing in and through his thick wiry pubic hair and on to the 
prick. It was a great prick. Not that long but really thick. I got really 
excited. My mouth moved up to his balls and I licked them and mouthed each 
one. He propped his legs up on either side of me, so I ran my tongue under 
his balls, through the hair and up the crease of his ass as far as I could. 
I pushed him up and stuck my head right under his ass as far as I could, and 
pressed my tongue into his hole, as hard as I could. It sank in a bit and 
Brian quivered and moaned; I wanted to keep it up but I felt so dirty doing 
that. 

I licked back down between his legs and pulled him so he turned over on top 
of me and kneeled over my head. I went crazy then, his prick was rock hard 
and pointed towards me; I pulled at it and put my lips around the end of it, 
kissing and licking at it. 

Brian was shaking and moaning, it was so great. I grabbed his ass and pulled 
him down on me opening my mouth as wide as it would go and taking his prick 
all the way in. It sank right up to the base, his hairs brushed against my 
lips. Such a nice prick to suck; it was thick enough to fill my whole mouth 
but it didn't choke me. I can really suck well now; and I did my best on 
this one. Brian knelt over me and I could see him watching his prick sink in 
and out of my mouth and he began to pump his hips and reach down to squeeze 
my breasts. Then he grabbed my head and pulled it as he pushed in and out. 
His come was very fast; it shot into my mouth and down my throat. 

Brian sort of screamed and collapsed backwards on the bed. He pulled my head 
over him and continued to pull it up and down over his prick and I continued 
to suck and after it got a bit limp it hardened again. I pressed my cheeks 
around it and pulled it with my lips. Then I took my mouth off it for a 
minute and licked off all the saliva mixed with come and then sucked even 
harder. Meanwhile I ran my hands around his balls and cupped them in my 
palms; they were so heavy and big. I ran my fingers around his ass and 
pulled it and pressed against his hole and then forced two fingers up it. 
Brian went crazy and he clamped the muscles so hard I thought my fingers 
would break off. Then he yanked his prick out of my mouth suddenly and 
pushed my down flat on the bed. He climbed over me and pressed himself 
against my cunt. His cock was so wet it pushed into my moist excited cunt 
immediately. He pushed so hard it almost hurt, but it felt great and I 
gradually began to come as he pumped in and out. 

My orgasm lasted for hours and he went on until I was completely stiff and 
then he shot off again, into my cunt. 

We kept on moving together and his prick got very limp and finally it sort 
of slipped out of me with a wet sound. We didn't even look at each other. I 
got chilled suddenly and went into the other room. While I was getting 
dressed I heard him in the bathroom having a shower. I put my coat on and 
went out. I wandered downtown and looked at things. I had brought along a 
sweater that my mother had given me for Christmas and I took it back to the 
store and got the money back. I went to a little boutique and looked at 
these lace panties and tops. I bought a set that was black lace, you could 
see through if; I thought it would be really sexy. I bought some food too 
and went back to the apartment to make Geoff a delicious lunch. Brian and I 
acted like casual acquaintances to convince each other that nothing had 
happened I guess. Geoff came home in sort of a bad mood and he wasn't very 
hungry. He sat by himself and listened to a record he had brought with him 
while I cleaned up the kitchen, I was being very domestic. Brian went out 
and after I was finished I went in and sat down on the floor and listened to 
the record too. When it was finished Geoff got up and stood over me. "You 
and Brian fucked while I was out, didn't you?" 

"What?" I stared blank faced, I wasn't going to deny it or anything, but I 
sure didn't expect him to accuse me of it right away; maybe he went out in 
the morning just so it could happen. That's what I think now, but then I was 
really nervous. He sort of took that as a confirmation. 

"I knew you would. I really love you, you know; but you're such a slut. I 
could even marry you or something but you would be fucking strangers all the 
time." 

"I love you too, though, Geoff," I mumbled. I was recovering slightly from 
the shock. 

"Your idea of love is pretty physical, I'm afraid." I wasn't sure what he 
meant by that but it sounded pretty condescending. I stood up to end the 
conversation; there really didn't seem to be anything else to say. That made 
him really mad. He flew into a rage and grabbed me and threw me back in a 
chair. 

"Who's the best fuck? Me, Jean, the stableman, or Brian?" he yelled at me. 

"The stableman is of course, not that it makes much difference. Did you 
think you were?" I decided to fight back-after all that's what he was 
looking for, and I really wanted to make him as mad as I could even though I 
was afraid of him. Geoff has a terrible temper. He reached down and tore the 
front of my blouse open and ripped apart my bra in one quick motion. I was 
shocked and I sat there staring. 

"You like this?" he said rubbing where there were teeth marks, almost faded 
away. "You think you would be satisfied with one guy if he bashed you around 
a bit?" 

He squeezed my breast between his fingers, really hard. 

"Don't Geoff." I said and squirmed around. 

"I thought you liked it rough." 

"That's not rough, it's just painful." I answered. I was really cool about 
it and I just stared at him calmly, and he reached back and swung his fist 
into my face so hard my head swung back, and I screamed. He grabbed my arm 
and yanked me up off the chair. 

"Let's see if I can do it right," he yelled. He pushed me across the room 
and then he grabbed me by the neck and pushed me over the arm of another 
chair. He leaned over me and spanked me. It really didn't hurt but I started 
to cry anyway. Then he told me to undress. I didn't want to, but I always do 
whatever he tells me. I stood up stiffly and started to undress. When I was 
naked he sat down and pulled me over him and spanked me some more. It really 
stung, I guess his hand hurt too. He pushed me off him suddenly, so hard, I 
rolled about five feet; then he stood up over me and started to unbuckle his 
belt and pull it out of his pants. 

"Geoff, don't!" I gasped, I was really scared then. 

He laughed this horrible laugh, a sneer actually and then he reached down 
and dragged me across the room to his bedroom. He pulled me across the floor 
and made me lean over his bed on my stomach. I was petrified. And then I 
heard the belt whistle through the air and it smashed against my ass. I 
screamed and writhed with pain, it was horrible. He did it again, just as I 
was recovering from the first blow. This one went right through me and I 
screamed again. He must have whipped me five or six times. I was numb and I 
lost track of the strokes. 

Then he yanked me off of the bed and pushed me down to the floor. I lay 
sobbing at his feet as he stepped out of his pants and underwear. His prick 
sprang out rock hard; he must have been really excited by doing that. He got 
down and climbed over me sitting on my face. 

"Lick it, you bitch." He snarled at me and I opened my mouth and reached my 
tongue out for his balls and ass. He moved down a bit until his big rod was 
dangling over me. I licked at it and then he grabbed my head, pressing his 
prick against my mouth. 

"Suck it." I licked at his prick and he drove it into my mouth, I sucked and 
moaned. I watched him sitting over me shoving his prick in and out of my 
mouth as hard as he could. I looked at his eyes and I couldn't believe how 
cruel they were. I was terrified; but fascinated in a way. 

"Suck it harder." He reached around and smashed his hand across my thigh. 
Tears began to run down my face, but I didn't notice. I was possessed. I 
opened my mouth as wide as it would go, around the thick mass of his prick 
and he shoved in, all the way to my throat. I began to choke and I looked at 
his eyes again and then I did a strange thing. I sank my teeth, as hard as I 
could into the base of his cock. He screamed with pain, the whole thing 
suddenly really excited me. 

"You bitch!" He screamed I'll murder you!" And I thought maybe he would. He 
grabbed my face and wrenched his prick out of my mouth and jumped up. He 
kicked me in the stomach and I rolled across the room and gasped for breath. 
He grabbed the belt and ran over to me. He grabbed me roughly by the arm, 
digging his nails in and forced me against a little table. Then he began to 
slash me with all his strength, one stroke after another as fast as he 
could. 

I passed out during it and I don't know how many times he did it. When I 
came to I was lying underneath him and he was pumping his prick furiously in 
and out of my cunt. I felt his come shoot into me and then he yanked it out 
and climbed back up to my chest. His prick was still rock hard and come 
dribbled from it across my chest. He pushed it up against my face and I 
reached up and very lovingly I kissed it. Then I sucked again for a while 
and lay back and pumped it, hanging over my face. 

"I'm coming." he said, almost gently; and when he did, his cream sprayed out 
onto my face and neck and he sat down on my chest. He wiped his fingers in 
the pools of his cream and held them up to my mouth for me to lick. I 
reached up and ran my tongue over them, tasting the bitter-sweet taste and 
he scraped the cream from around my face to my lips and I licked that too. 
He reached behind him and rubbed some of it into my cunt and then around my 
ass where he had whipped me. Then he got up and shoved me over and walked to 
the bathroom. I just lay there paralyzed for a while, tears running down my 
face and then I got up and went into the bathroom. Geoff was standing naked, 
looking out the small window. I washed my face and then I got into the 
shower. I let the water run over me and cool the sting for a while, then I 
got out. He was still standing there, not saying anything. I stood up on the 
counter, which was hard and looked in the mirror at my backside. I was 
covered in red welts and scrapes, he must have done it about thirty times. 

There were a couple of little cuts in the skin and I rubbed some cream into 
them. Geoff just stood there staring; it made me really mad, sort of sick 
actually. I walked past him and into the bedroom and got into some clothing 
as fast as I could. I grabbed my purse and coat and headed for the door. 
Geoff ignored me but just as I was closing the door behind me I heard him 
yell, "Don't be late, we're going skiing early tomorrow." I couldn't believe 
it. 

I ended up wandering downtown again. I really stung and it was hard to walk. 
Other than that I felt miserable, like an orphan with no home to go to. I 
went to a theater that was showing a movie that was supposed to be good and 
sat by myself watching it. It was good too, so for two hours or so I forgot 
all about myself and my problems and aches and pains. When it ended I walked 
outside with the rest of the crowd and I felt even worse. It was dark out 
and I couldn't go back to Geoff, I couldn't go anywhere so I walked across 
the street to a restaurant that was always packed with people looking for 
something to do. I was really feeling sorry for myself. I got a cup of 
coffee and went and sat by myself, ignoring everyone who showed an interest 
in me. 

I reviewed everything that had happened to me, how I ended up sitting here 
by myself with no place to go. All of the other people sitting there at 
least had homes to go to even if nothing was happening there, but not me. 
Geoff was right. I was just a slut, and it was because of that that I ended 
up being humiliated and beaten by some guy. If I just stayed with one guy 
and didn't antagonize him by making it with his friends he would respect me 
and we would have good sex without going too far. But I was never going to 
get one guy at the rate I was going; in fact I don't think I really wanted 
to. Certainly not Geoff, I couldn't stay with him after that-he was too 
cruel. Most girls are much more interested in having a guy than they are in 
having sex, and it was stupid of me to wreck all of my chances of either. 

I would have to learn to play along and restrain myself I figured; every 
time I was excited by a guy's body or something he did I would save it all 
for this one guy, whoever that would be. All this thinking made me feel much 
better. I decided to completely reform starting immediately. I looked around 
the restaurant to test myself. All the people in it were young, and most of 
them were guys, and a lot of them were good looking. Furthermore, a lot of 
them were looking at me and they were probably interested. I wasn't able to 
look back at them and get turned on, except out of the corner of my eye. But 
just the same I knew there were lots of opportunities for that sort of thing 
and all I had to do was save it all for this one special, lucky guy. So I 
felt much better. I decided I would go back to Geoffs place for the night 
and sleep by myself in the living room. In the morning I would get up and 
leave for somewhere, maybe back to the school, but I doubted it, I could 
look up an old girlfriend, but that I could worry about when the time came. 
So I got up and left and walked back to Geoffs apartment. When I got there I 
could hear Geoff and Brian fighting, before I even opened the door. All 
because of me, I thought, and I opened the door gently and waited until they 
noticed me. 

'There's no point in you guys fighting with each other." I said "It's me 
that you're mad at, But Brian ignored me and Geoff told me to shut up. Brian 
finally got his coat and stormed past me out the door. Geoff collapsed in a 
chair and I went in and sat on the floor beside him and watched him. I 
wasn't scared or mad or anything, I didn't even think I loved him anymore. 

"Did you have a good time?" he asked finally, not exactly pleasantly, 
either. 

"I went to a movie." I answered. 

"Oh, yeah, do you give guys blow jobs in theater seats?" he snarled. "How 
many did you do?" 

"I didn't do any." I answered. "I'm not going to anymore." I had trouble 
keeping calm, and I had to resist the urge to walk over and slap him. 

"What's this? You're not going to be a slut anymore? That's a laugh. You 
don't have a chance, baby," he laughed at me. "A slut, that's all you are, 
and you'll never change." 

He reached down and dug his nails into my arm and I got furious. I stood up 
and screamed at him that "If I don't feel like being a slut, no one is going 
to treat me like one, including you, you bastard." And I smashed him across 
the face as hard as I could. 

The whole thing surprised both of us; we stared dumbly at one another for a 
few seconds, until I saw a bit of blood trickle out of his nose and I got 
scared that he really would murder me. I turned and ran into his bedroom and 
slammed the door behind me and locked it. I sat on the floor and shook, I 
was really scared. Then I started to cry. I had humbled myself completely 
and he had made a joke of me. After I stopped crying I went and lay on the 
bed. I decided to keep the door locked and sleep in there all night, because 
he might decide to try and whip me again. I watched the door handle turn 
after a few minutes. I felt like I was in a television thriller. He pounded 
on the door and yelled; "Let me in you bitch." 

I told him in my teary voice that "There was no way I was going to let him 
in." and "He would have to sleep out there and I was leaving in the 
morning." 

"Who the hell do you think you are, if you don't want me near you then get 
the fuck out of my apartment." 

"I'll get out first thing in the morning." I answered, "In the meantime, get 
lost." I was pretty scared and he started to pound on the door. I sat on the 
bed shaking. 

After a while he said, "Open the door, Jenny, I'm not going to hurt you 
anymore." 

That was a new approach and I didn't know whether to believe him or not. 

"Jenny, I'm sorry I hurt you, I don't want to fight anymore." I started to 
cry when he said that, I couldn't help it and I got up and went over to the 
door. 

"Do you promise?" I whimpered. 

"Yes, I promise," he sighed, "Now open the door and let me in there." Geoff 
can be so beautiful when he wanted to, I couldn't resist him. "I love you, I 
just want you to let me in." He said. 

That did it, I unlocked the door and opened it and he came in and took me in 
his arms and held me. I cried and cried and he carried me over to the bed 
and lay me on it gently and began to cover my body with kisses and lick the 
tears off my face. He took off each piece of my clothing very slowly and 
kissed me at the same time. All the hate had left him I guess, he was so 
gentle and loving. This was the way it should always be I thought. He stood 
up after a long time and pulled his pants off, that was all he was wearing 
at the time. 

Then he lay down over me and pressed his warm hard body against mine and we 
kissed and held each other. When his prick was hard and pressing against me 
I held it against the lips of my cunt and massaged myself with the head of 
it. He slowly pushed in and we fucked very slowly and gently. It was like 
the first times, before the frenzied lovemaking in barns and such that had 
led to the wild scenes and the whipping that he had done. I began to writhe 
and clutch at his back and pull him into me with my hands on his buttocks. I 
babbled a lot, it seemed like such a relief. It took a long time for me to 
climax though, maybe it was too gentle and slow, but when I did it was worth 
the wait; it was a great climax, very prolonged and writhing and wailing, 
and such a release. After it, Geoff let himself go the way he can when he 
wants to and then we fell asleep in each other's arms, his beautiful cock 
singing in my cunt. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

The next day we woke up early and had everything back to normal like we'd 
been married for fifteen years. We had breakfast and then packed the car and 
drove out to the country where the ski slopes are. I forgot all about my 
plan to leave him. I didn't have any place to go anyway, and it seemed crazy 
to me, Geoff and I really did love each other. 

I had only skied a couple of times before but I enjoyed it, Geoff was 
fantastic, naturally, and we had a really good time. At noon we went and had 
lunch in the lodge at a table by the window where it was quiet and we could 
watch everything. 

We spent a long time there, eating slowly and talking. Some people that 
Geoff knew came over and sat with us for a while. I had met most of them 
before so I was able to talk too, and it was really nice. They had a cabin 
that a group had rented for the weekend so there was going to be a party 
there and we were invited. We agreed to go too after we skied some more. 
Geoff really loved it and he couldn't wait to get back on the slopes. I went 
along to watch but I didn't feel like doing it myself because he was going 
on the advanced slope. He looked so neat, racing down the hill but he almost 
killed himself, at least that's what it looked like from the top. He 
actually just fell over and rolled a bit and he wasn't hurt or anything and, 
of course, he had to try it again. I decided that it was" for the excitement 
and danger. He didn't think I should but he was impressed by my bravery and 
so I shot off at a hundred miles an hour and I just danced and swayed and 
kept my delicate balance all the way down and I was surprised when the white 
ground became level, and I slid to a halt and collapsed. 

I could see Geoff about a mile away on the top and then he came swooping 
down to me. So we were both excited. He said I was great and we decided to 
stop for the day. I was glad I didn't have to prove it. We took the skis 
back to the car and then we walked over to the cabin where the party was at. 
It was quite a party, the place was packed and everyone was drinking and 
being merry, really noisy. We sat by a big fireplace and drank hot rum. 
Geoff had brought a bottle of his own and he started to drink that. I didn't 
have any myself; I decided to stay sober. It was a strange thing to be doing 
at a party since everyone else was getting really drunk, including Geoff. I 
thought it would be better if I were sober, since I was going to be good. I 
got so bored though, I ended up in the kitchen helping someone make 
sandwiches and popcorn. Sober people get stuck with all the dirty work at a 
party. A lot of the guys were looking around for girls that were available; 
one great big guy kept pawing me and grabbing my tits, told me I was a nice 
looking chick and he wanted to know my name. 

I took great pains to discourage him, so Geoff could see how I had reformed 
but he wasn't paying any attention I noticed; he was totally engrossed in 
conversation with some tall blond girl. I was really mad but I figured that 
was probably why he was doing it, so I decided to ignore it. Anyway, old 
Billy was demanding all of my attention. I tried to be nice but unfriendly, 
but it reached the point where I couldn't be nice. He started to bug me 
about going into the bedroom with him. Billy was really huge, all muscles 
and it probably would have been fun, but I maintained my new approach I told 
him my boyfriend was in the other room but he didn't pay any attention; big 
guys never worry about things like that. Geoff was sitting with his arm 
around the blond girl by that time and he looked very drunk, it made me 
furious; here I was playing Miss Suckhole of the party when I could be 
fucking big Billy until his prick fell off, and I guess I took the 
frustration out on him. He had me pressed against the wall at that point and 
was trying to kiss me. I was being cold you might say, but finally I told 
him to fuck right off. I was really mean and he got the message. He let go 
of me and called me a frigid bitch and walked away in disgust. I watched his 
thick legs and the roll of his firm, wide buttocks while he started talking 
to another girl who seemed more friendly than I was. I hoped he made it. 
Maybe another time; no never, I would save his thick legs and wide buttocks 
for when I was with Geoff. Geoff who seemed to have forgotten that I 
existed, what I was doing for him. 

Billy started to talk to some guys that were standing around. I couldn't 
hear what they were saying but they all looked at me; it was obvious that 
Billy was telling them what a bitch I was; that made me laugh. A new 
reputation. What made it even funnier was that I recognized one of them from 
my old high school days, when I was going around with Randy. I wonder which 
story he believed. Billy finally disappeared with the other girl he had been 
talking to; it didn't take him long, I thought. In fact it was getting 
fairly late and as all the people seemed to be getting with someone, I 
started to feel sorry for myself. I started to drink too, I couldn't take 
being sober any longer. Every so often people would clear out of the way and 
I could catch a glimpse of Geoff and the blond. He was talking quietly to 
her, his mouth very close to her face. I just knew how charming and 
seductive he was being. 

I wanted to walk over and drag the chick off the couch by the blond hair, 
that would be really funny. The guy in Billy's crowd came over and 
distracted me, we hadn't seen each other for such a long time, it was really 
nice. We had lots of things to talk about, old friends and such; even though 
we never did know each other that well in the first place. We told each 
other what we were doing now; he was still at the same high school and he 
said nothing had changed, I should be glad I wasn't. He was much better 
looking that I remembered him; things must have changed a bit. I asked him 
about Randy and he said he didn't know because Randy had dropped out at the 
beginning of the year. That was news; old Randy the high school hero, didn't 
quite make it, oh well. Jim, that was the guy's name by the way, asked me 
who I was going out with now. 

"You see that drunk sitting on the couch trying to get inside the blond 
chick's blouse?" I pointed. 

He laughed and said, "I was wondering why you weren't having a good time, it 
didn't seem like you." 

"No it isn't like me." I answered wryly."But, I'm getting used to it." I 
decided I liked this guy Jim. He was much taller than I had remembered him 
and his black hair was really long and sexy. He seemed to like me too. He 
asked if he could see me the next time I was in the city. I said I would 
call him, but of course I wouldn't. I would just think about calling him, 
think of his long legs and sexy smile while I was in the city with Geoff; if 
I ever got Geoff back to the city. So we talked about old friends and other 
things, then fickle Geoff appeared, he seemed to have finally noticed me. I 
introduced him to Jim and he was very rude and said hello and then dragged 
me off the stool I had been sitting on and into the small hallway at the 
back of the place. 

"Who was that guy?" he asked. 

"He's someone I knew from high school." I said. 

"Oh, yeah, how many times did he fuck you?" 

"None." I answered. What a drag these cross examinations were. "I had a 
boyfriend at the time." 

Geoff gave me a drunken smile, "I didn't think that made any difference to 
you." 

"Well it did." I answered. 

Geoff just stood there wavering and smiling at me and then he pulled me into 
a little room and pushed me on the bed. 

He climbed on top of me and we lay back and kissed, then he pushed me up and 
pulled my heavy sweater off and began to feel my breasts. 

"What did you talk about?" he continued. 

"Oh, Geoff, fuck off." I said. I was getting mad. Geoff laughed and I asked 
him who the blond girl was. 

"Oh she was a bitch, I couldn't get anywhere with her." We necked some more 
although I was still mad. 

"She sure turned me on though." He continued and he slid his hand inside my 
pants and began to feel my cunt. 

"Oh too bad she wouldn't let you have her then." I said. 

"It doesn't matter, I've got you." 

I couldn't argue with that; we started to neck in earnest and I stopped 
being mad. I reached down to his big crotch and rubbed him. He was hard and 
pressing against the tight ski pants down one leg. I opened his pants while 
we necked and pulled down the zipper. He leaned up and pushed them down his 
legs. I reached inside his underwear and ran my hand over the thick mass. I 
felt his heavy balls and held them in my palm and I ran my fingers up his 
long cock. 

"I want you to suck it." He said and he pushed my head towards it. Geoff 
usually doesn't ask me to do that. It made it more exciting for me. I knelt 
on the floor between his long legs which were stretched out on either side 
of me as he lay back on the bed. I kissed his hard thighs and ran my lips up 
them to his heavy balls which I held against my lips to lick, I opened my 
mouth wide and took each of them inside and sucked on them. I was conscious 
of the curtained doorway behind us and it would sure be embarrassing if 
someone looked in, funny though if it were Billy or someone. Geoff didn't 
notice the danger and I decided not to care; I licked at his beautiful big 
prick and then I put my mouth over the top of it. Geoff moaned and pushed my 
head down so the whole thing slid in to the back of my mouth. I squeezed my 
cheeks around it and moved up and down. I played with his balls in my hands 
and ran my fingers around them and underneath to his ass. Geoff was really 
excited, he moaned and pushed at me and his legs were stiff on either side 
of me. Finally he said, "Here it comes." and it shot into my mouth. 

I swallowed and continued to suck until it was all in my stomach and his 
prick had lost its hardness and turned from red back to pink, such a nice 
prick. I kissed it and put it carefully back in his underwear. Geoff pulled 
me up and kissed me. 

"That was really good, lover." he whispered and we necked some more. I was 
very excited by that time but Geoff was close to falling asleep. 

"Let's go home now." I said finally; I was really frustrated but I was 
pleased with myself. 

"Okay, if you want to." Geoff mumbled and we got up and rearranged our 
clothing and I combed my hair with Geoffs comb and pushed it back in his 
back pocket as we walked out the doorway. He reached back and squeezed me 
and then he turned around to kiss me once more. We went back into the main 
room; the party had gotten quite ridiculous by this time; when you're sober 
at a party everyone who isn't sure seems dumb. Geoff managed to revive 
himself unfortunately and he took a beer and started to talk to some people; 
I just stood there and waited, every so often I'd take the bottle from his 
hand and take some, to finish it faster. 

I watched all the drunken idiots run around over passed out bodies, spilled 
beer, empty bowls and full ashtrays. Finally Geoff got ready to leave after 
spending about half an hour trying to find his jacket. We went around and 
said goodbye to everyone, at least Geoff did; I only spoke to Jim. Geoff had 
to lean on me to stand up while we walked and when we got to the car we 
spent another ten minutes finding the keys and it was freezing cold. After 
that we almost got stuck getting out of the parking place and I decided that 
Geoff was to drunk to drive and I'd have to take over. That was fine with 
him and we switched places. Actually I couldn't drive either because I'd 
only done it a couple of times with my dad, but at least we didn't weave all 
over the road. Geoff thought it was all hilarious and he couldn't understand 
why I had wanted to leave so soon. He told me that I shouldn't stay sober. 
It made me bitchy and tomorrow he'd take me out and get me ripped to make up 
for it. He fell asleep shortly after that. He looked like a little boy and I 
had to lean over and kiss him, at a stop sign; he was such a beautiful guy. 

I drove all the way home with him asleep beside me. It was fun, driving, 
after I got used to it. When we got to the apartment I woke him up and 
helped him walk up the stairs into the apartment and into the bedroom, out 
of his clothing and into bed. I had a little snack and a cup of coffee, and 
took a shower. I didn't feel like sleeping very much. I lay awake in bed for 
quite a while. I kissed and licked all over Geoffs naked body; I was quite 
frustrated. Geoff sort of half woke up and mumbled, "Not now Jenny, I'm too 
tired." 

So I left him alone and finally I fell asleep myself. But I tossed and 
turned all night and woke up quite early. I had something to eat and then I 
made a little breakfast for Geoff and gave it to him in bed. He felt, and 
looked, terrible. Too terrible to fuck. Despite my efforts to arouse him, 
sitting naked at the end of the bed running my hand up and down his leg. I 
gave him some aspirins for desert and then he went back to sleep. I was so 
horny, I ran around and cleaned the apartment completely; vacuuming, waxing, 
the whole bit. It was really dirty, as boy's places usually are and it took 
quite a while. Anything to keep myself occupied. 

I discovered Brian's room was empty; he must have come over and moved all 
his stuff out while we were skiing. When Geoff woke up again, about three 
hours later, I told him. I thought it was terrible, and I sort of felt that 
it was my fault. 

He wasn't the least bit perturbed, though. 

"I'll have to find someone else to move in because I can't afford the whole 
place to myself. I'll wait until after the holidays though. It will be nice 
to have the whole place to ourselves in the meantime." 

"I thought he was your friend." I said. "Don't you feel bad about the whole 
thing?" 

"I do feel bad that we had a fight but I don't think I have to share my 
chick with him just because he's a friend." 

"It was really my fault though." I said. 

"What are you trying to do? Get me to throw you out too?" 

"I just feel bad that it happened, that's all." 

"I know it was your fault; but don't worry about it." At least he wasn't 
angry with me. "You're my chick," he continued, "and that comes before 
roommate; besides, you're such a good fuck." 

That didn't make me feel to much better but he took me in his arms and began 
to kiss me so I stopped worrying about it. He opened my shirt, his shirt 
actually, I had previously put it on when I got up; and began to feel my 
breasts. He bent over me and sucked and nibbled at them. They got numb and 
hard from his touch and they tingled. My whole body tingled, I was really 
excited. I wanted to get fucked; I'd wanted to for two days now and I was 
really ready. He moved his mouth down my stomach and pressed his tongue into 
my navel. Then he began to lick at the hair around my cunt. He pulled it 
gently with his teeth; it felt so good. Then he pressed his tongue into my 
cunt; it was already moist, and I was shaking. He began to eat me and my 
juices poured out into his mouth. I lay back, my head hanging over the end 
of the bed moaning. I reached down for his prick and balls and he pressed 
them into my hand so I pulled at them and ran my hand up and down although I 
could hardly hang on. He finally took his mouth away, just before I came 
into it and he pulled me down by the legs so I was underneath him. He pulled 
my legs wide apart and pushed them up in the air, I was writhing. 

"I've been waiting Geoff." My voice was heavy and gasping and as you can see 
I didn't make too much sense. 

"I'm always going to wait for you Geoff." I pulled his prick towards me as 
he pressed his hard body on top of mine. 

"I've been waiting but I want it now." 

"Here it comes lover," he answered. 

"NOW." I screamed. His prick plunged into the very bottom of my cunt. 

"Do it hard, Geoff, hard." I was going insane. "HARD." He can really do it 
hard when he wants to. He rammed in and out and pulled my hips up and down 
to meet him. I began to climax and I screamed a bit more but it wasn't 
intelligible. He kept slamming in and out while I rolled around and shook, I 
went completely senseless when I came, I didn't feel him in me after, but he 
kept on going until his come went off. Then we just lay there holding on to 
each other for a long time. Geoff kissed me gently and ran his hand down my 
side, gently back and forth. Eventually I came back into focus and then we 
went and had a bath together and spent the rest of the afternoon doing 
nothing but lying naked in each other's arms. It was beautiful. 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

That week flew by. Geoff and I went out every night or did something. He 
took me drinking; that was fun. We borrowed an identification from some girl 
that he knew so I would be allowed in, but no one asked for it anyway. We 
went to all the bars that were supposed to be good and spent about half an 
hour in each one. By eleven thirty I was really drunk and I wasn't able to 
move so we stayed at that bar until it was time to go home. We went skiing 
on another day too. It was more fun than the last time, I was better at it 
and less scared; and there was no party after, thank God. There were parties 
that we went to in the city though, I had a much better time at them. I 
decided it wasn't necessary to stay sober. On New Year's Eve we had dinner 
downtown in a restaurant at the top of a high building, the kind that turns 
around while you're sitting and eating. It was beautiful and afterwards we 
went to a big party at the college and then to a small party at someone's 
place. One night we went to the club where we had met each other, we were 
sentimental about that. And a couple of times we went to pot parties. It was 
a really good holiday. 

But mostly we fucked-several times each day. I lost count. We fucked every 
possible way, and sucked and nibbled each other and licked and kissed. All 
the time. Sometimes Geoff was rough and hurt me, not in anger, but I got off 
on it. 

Once he fucked me in the ass. I didn't think I ever wanted to do that again 
but it turned out to be great after I adjusted to the pressure. I was 
sucking him, lying underneath him and he began to press his fingers against 
my ass. Then he stood up and yanked his prick out of my gaping mouth and 
said he would be right back. 

I'll He went to the can and got some cream for lubrication and then came 
back and got on top of me again. I took his big cock in my hands and began 
to suck on it and nibble it again. He rubbed his fingers in the grease and 
pressed them against my ass. They slid right in and he pumped them up and 
down, my ass opened and closed around them. 

"I'm going to stick my cock up there again, Jenny," he said and slid it out 
of my mouth. I was too horny to object. I never refuse him anything anyway. 
He grabbed my legs and bent them up over his shoulders. Then he covered his 
cock with the cream and pushed it against the opening. He slowly increased 
the pressure and I relaxed my muscles and then opened up and took the head 
of it in. He pressed hard and grabbed my hips and engulfed his whole great 
big cock in my ass. First it tore at me with pain but he kept moving and the 
pain subsided into incredible pleasure, after a few strokes he came. 

Other times Geoff was gentle and slow and that was good, too. Those were the 
times I really loved him and it took awhile but if I reached a climax, it 
was great. 

We had a beautiful time together and I was surprised and sad when the week 
ended and we realized that I had to be back at school on Monday morning. We 
had to wake up very early and I made Geoff hard with my tongue first thing. 
Then he put it in me and we rolled around together that way. 

Neither of us was really excited but it was last chance for weeks; I didn't 
know what I was going to do. Finally Geoff pumped up and down and came in 
me. We lay together for awhile after it and then we had a bath together and 
breakfast and got dressed. I had to find all my stuff again and pack it up 
and then we went out and got in the car. It wasn't very early anymore. By 
the time we got out to the school it was almost eleven. Most of the kids 
came back on the night before but everyone had to be there at nine for the 
first assembly. I wondered if I had been missed. We sat in the car outside 
the front door for awhile anyway and kissed prolonged goodbyes. Then I got 
my suitcase out of the trunk and we held each other and I went inside. Geoff 
stood by the car and watched me go in. I stood at the door and watched him 
drive away. I was really going to miss him. 

I had been missed. I barely got in the foyer when Miss Jacobson, the 
headmistress, pounded on me from the door of her office which was adjacent. 

"Hello, Miss Carlaw, did you have a nice Christmas?" 

"Yes, I did, thank you," I answered sweetly and kept right on going. 

"One moment, Miss Carlaw, I'd like to speak with you for a moment. Please 
come in." So I ended up sitting opposite her in the little office about a 
minute after I got in the place, which meant trouble. 

"We were worried, dear, when you hadn't shown up for assembly this morning." 
She paused for a moment. "We understood that you were spending the holidays 
with Miss James and her family, but she arrived last night. When we asked 
her this morning of your whereabouts, she told us that you had left her 
place after Boxing day." 

I wondered if I was supposed to say something but I just sat and looked at 
her blankly. She stared back at me. 

"I saw you arrive from the window, Miss Carlaw. Who was that young man who 
drove you?" 

"That was my boyfriend," I answered, the plot thickening. 

"And what is your boyfriend's name, dear?" 

"Geoff," I said. "Geoff - Geoff who?" she persisted. I was getting sort of 
mad but I ignored her question just to be on the safe side. There was 
another long pause. Sitting there in her office made me feel like I was high 
on grass or something. I could suddenly see the intense hate written all 
over Miss Jacobson's face. She's a grey-haired old bitch, about fifty. She 
wears big shoes, brown suits and is a spinster. She's been headmistress for 
about twenty-five years or something. 

"When Miss James told us that you had left after Boxing day, naturally we 
phoned your mother to find out when you would be arriving at school. She was 
quite upset to hear you were not here already, and had not been at Jean's." 

"I can imagine." That was the only thing I could think of to say. 

"So where have you been all week, dear?" 

"I stayed with my boyfriend." 

"Does it not strike you that your behavior, that is, spending a week with a 
young man, is a bit immoral, to say the least?" She was really upset about 
it and you could tell she loved it. I smiled at her. I couldn't help it and 
that made her even madder yet. "No, not at all," I answered. "We're lovers." 

"Don't you find it disgusting, the idea of a sixteen-year-old girl having a 
lover?" She was shrieking now and staring down her nose at me in horror. 

"Better at sixteen than never at all," I replied. I was quick with the 
comeback and it really did it to the old hag. She exhaled sharply and her 
face went quite red. 

"Well, my dear, I am sorry but there is no doubt that your behavior is 
disgusting and cannot be tolerated by this school, nor by your parents whom 
I will be talking to shortly. Your mother will be up to see us this week. 
You can expect severe punishment, not only for your amoral behavior but your 
lying and deceiving your school, girl friend and parents. Now what is the 
young man's full name?" 

Quite a little speech that was. "The young man's name, and my so-called 
amoral behavior is none of your business, Miss Jacobson, and I'm not going 
to tell you." I stood up and we stared at each other intensely. I was 
stronger, though. I was really pissed off, and eventually her eyes wavered. 

"Your insolence will not be tolerated. We will continue this after I talk to 
your mother. You're excused for now." 

I didn't say anything. I just walked to the door. 

"One more thing, Miss Carlaw. Miss James has requested to be moved to 
another room. In the light of your behavior I think that is wise, for her 
sake. You will remain in the room you had last term by yourself. That is 
all." 

She saved that for the last-her punch line, I guess-and it really did it to 
me. I walked out of her office without saying anything, picked up my 
suitcase and walked down the corridor as fast as I could to the dormitory 
wing. Jean had requested to be moved? I didn't believe it. They were just 
trying to isolate me and my amoral behavior. I took the elevator, which is 
against the rules, naturally, up to the third floor and down the hallway to 
my room. There were a few girls milling around and they all said hello to me 
and welcomed me back, but I was so freaked out to even answer. I just kept 
walking. 

When I got in my room and shut the door, I just sank down on the bed. I 
didn't expect to be happy to be back at school but this was terrible. It 
occurred to me that I should get up and out of here, back to where Geoff is 
and live with him forever. But I was kind of worried. He's nineteen and I'm 
only sixteen which is underage in this state and I knew that Miss Jacobson 
would love to make as much trouble as she could. So I just lay there and 
pretended it was Geoffs bed instead. The dinner bell went off and I ignored 
it for awhile. Finally, I got up and put on some makeup which is also 
against the rules and wandered down to the main floor again. When I got to 
the dining room everyone was standing at their chair waiting for grace. It 
was a formal lunch, as it always had been, and all the staff was there at 
the head table. They were just about to begin. But they had to wait for me 
to get to my place. I could feel about two hundred or so pairs of eyes on me 
as I crossed the room. I kept cool, though. After all, most of the students 
and all the teachers who end up in a place like that are creeps. I'm a 
chick, and by comparison quite beautiful. So I walked as slowly and 
gracefully as I could. 

There was no way I'd let those people make me feel there was something wrong 
with me. The only face I focused on was Jean's. I stared at her all through 
grace, and she stood with her head bowed as if she was really into the 
prayer. She knew I was watching her. Then we sat down and she glanced my way 
nervously, but her face told me nothing. It wasn't exactly friendly. 

Everyone started to chatter away. I hate that, sound: a bunch of girls 
having lunch. Everyone talked about their holidays. The rich ones spoke of 
the Barbados or Vermont or something, but everyone had something to say. I 
kept my mouth closed, except while I was putting food in it. Eventually, 
though, one of the really gossipy ones asked me if I had fun at Jean's. 

"Oh, yes, it was really nice." I answered. "I hear she has horses and a big 
farm; did you ride?" 

"Yes, she has a beautiful place." I was dying to tell them a few horse 
stories, but I didn't want to think about it. 

"What do you do on a farm, on New Year's Eve?" someone asked. 

"I don't know. I was elsewhere on New Year's." 

"Oh, I thought you were going to spend the whole holiday at Jean's. Did you 
two have a fight or something? I notice Jean has switched rooms. That 
happens all the time. You can be really good friends with someone at school 
but if you see them when you're not here, you hate them," the gossipy one 
said sympathetically. 

"No," I said quickly. "We didn't fight. It was planned that way so I could 
go and stay with my boyfriend." 

"Ohhh!" everyone said, properly impressed or shocked. Anyway, they left me 
alone after that, except the gossip persisted. 

"Then why has Jean switched rooms?" she said. 

"I have no idea. I haven't had a chance to speak to Jean yet." 

"Yes, we noticed you weren't here on time this morning." She smiled at me 
cheerfully. What a creep! I noticed Sharon at our table because she was the 
only other one that wasn't babbling on. She's really a cool girl and she 
smiled at me honestly. I was grateful and rolled my eyes. She laughed. It's 
nice to find a friend in a crowd like that. 

After we were dismissed I ran over and met Jean on her way out of the room. 

"Jean, what's wrong?" I asked. 

"Nothing's wrong," she answered coldly and removed my hand from her arm. 

"Then why are you in another room?" I persisted. I couldn't believe her. 

"I don't want to talk about it, okay?" 

"Okay," I answered. "I'm in trouble. They know I was at Geoffs all this 
time." 

"Yes, I know." She couldn't care less. "Trust you to come back late so they 
would try and find you." And she started to walk away, just stared at her. 
"Well, I'm going to miss you," I said to her back, but she ignored me. What 
a bitch! 

We had a class this afternoon but I went up to my room again instead and got 
out all the change that I could find and went down to the basement where 
there was a pay phone for the staff and called Geoff long distance. 

"Help!" I said when he answered. 

"You've gotten out of a lot worse danger than this without it. I figure I'll 
be all right until I try and go to bed without you." He laughed. At least he 
was happy to hear from me. 

"It's the last thing I need," I answered and I told him about my first two 
hours at school. "Shit!" he said. "If you come here they'll get the police 
after us." I was going to be seventeen in a couple of months and he 
suggested I hang out until then. 

"Great," I said. "See you then." 

"Well, you can come here if you want. I just think we'll get screwed up if 
you do," he said apologetically. 

"I know," I answered. "Why don't you marry me?" 

"I'm not going to ask your mother's permission, that's for sure." He 
laughed. Then the operator cut in and told us that the time was up, so we 
hung up. I went to the second class but I couldn't concentrate on anything. 
Geoff hadn't made me feel much better but it was nice to have him. After 
class we had free time. I went up and sat in my room for about four hours; I 
missed dinner. I thought it would be nice to cry but I couldn't work up the 
tears. After supper I went downstairs and watched television for awhile. 
Eventually it was time for us to go to bed. Did I ever have a terrible time 
getting to sleep that night! 

CHAPTER NINE 

The next day I just got up and did the normal routine back at school. What a 
drag! After the class was over and we had free time, I saw Sharon, the girl 
who had sat at the lunch table the day before. We started talking and 
eventually we sat down in the lounge and I told her the whole stupid story 
about my holiday, leaving out a lot of the details I'm telling you. She 
couldn't believe it, but she liked it. She laughed and hugged me and told me 
I was incredible. She also told me there was nothing to worry about, that I 
should just be cool and it would work out. 

"There's nothing the school can do to you, and in a couple of months you'll 
be old enough and your mother won't be able to either." 

That cheered me up. It all sounded so simple to just keep cool. So we 
started to talk about other things, mostly the school and how crazy it 
was-gossip, you know. We thought of all these little details that seemed 
really funny. We'd kill ourselves laughing. She told me a bit about herself, 
and about this guy she was in love with back home, and about how her parents 
were freaked out about it. 

"They are being really stupid about it," she added. I knew what she meant. 

We talked about other things like getting high and how much fun it was. I 
had brought back some dope to turn Jean on. It was really good stuff, I told 
Sharon and she got really excited so we decided to go smoke some. 

It was a really nice day, the sun was out and it was warm and melting. One 
thing about that school was that it was really nice out there in the 
country. After I went and got the joints we went outside and walked along a 
nice slope down to the river where there was a path along the bank. We sat 
on a fallen tree and smoked, and really got stoned. In fact, I don't think 
I've ever been so stoned. Everything got really beautiful the way it does-we 
were surrounded by beauty. I got really stoned on beauty. 

"It's always here, Jenny," Sharon said. "It's always this beautiful, but 
when you're not stoned, you're too straight to notice it. That's what's 
wrong with all the straight people. They don't see how beautiful it could 
all be." 

Sharon just sat there talking and she was very beautiful, and she is 
beautiful all the time, in fact. We just sat there really stoned and watched 
the sun go down. It was so nice and we completely forgot about dinner. As 
soon as it had set, it got cold and we realized how late it was so we pulled 
it together and walked back up to the school or jail, as it looked like from 
where we were. No one was left in the dining room by the time we got there, 
except the cleaning staff. We asked for leftovers and they didn't mind so we 
got together some stuff and had a little dinner together in the empty hall. 
We sat there and talked, even though we weren't stoned anymore, our 
conversation was just the same. Then some girl came in and ended it all by 
telling me that Miss Jacobson had been looking for me since before dinner. 
It really brought me down. 

Sharon suggested I wait until morning but I wanted to get it over with 
immediately. I stood up and shook hands with her and marched out of the room 
and down the hall like a soldier and rapped on Miss Jacobson's office door. 
I thought it was really funny even though it was such a drag. 

"Come in," she said crisply, from the other side. I could feel her warming 
up. I opened the door and stepped inside, shut it behind me and sat down on 
the chair opposite her all of which she found very rude, I could tell. But 
there was nothing I could do about it. 

"You wanted to see me, Miss Jacobson?" 

"I've been looking for you most of the afternoon, Miss Carlaw. Where have 
you been, and why did you miss dinner?" 

"I went outside for a walk and I missed dinner because I lost track of time. 
It was so nice out." 

"Oh," was all she said in her crisp little voice. I think I sounded so 
stoned that she didn't know how to speak to me. She always has to plan an 
approach. 

I waited awhile and then I said, "But what did you want to see me about?" 
Which she thought was rude, naturally. But I felt like I had gained control 
of the conversation. So did she and it made her nervous. 

"I've been speaking with your mother," she said threateningly. 

"Yes," I prompted. She was waiting for me to gulp or something on what she 
said. 

"She will be here tomorrow to see us and we will decide then what is to be 
done with you. I remind you that what you have done is quite serious." 

"Oh," I said. I got the impression that she didn't really have anything to 
say. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow then." And I stood up, because I was, 
after all, very anxious to leave. 

"Just one moment, Miss Carlaw." She jumped out of her chair and her voice 
sort of cracked. She was getting really frustrated. "In the meantime, you 
are to tell me the name of the young man you have been staying with, for my 
discussion with your mother." 

"I told you before, Miss Jacobson, that is none of your business. When my 
mother comes, I will tell her the same thing. Good night." 

I walked out the door while she stood there sputtering. I marched up to the 
dormitory, my footsteps echoing in the empty corridor, towards Sharon's 
room. I told her what had happened and sat with her and her roommate, and 
talked about it. Her roommate was the quiet type who studied all the time 
and could really play the piano. She had ugly glasses and unshaped hair and 
I thought she was one of the creeps but Sharon had told me that she was 
okay. A real person is how she described her. It turned out that she was 
right. The three of us got along really well. I guess Sharon had told her 
that I was okay, too. 

Eventually I went off to my room. It seemed really strange that it was empty 
but I didn't really mind. I took a shower and got into bed and read a book 
for awhile and my hand found its way down to my crotch and my mind started 
to drift off to other things, like what Geoff was doing in the city 
meanwhile. Eventually I turned out the light and tried to get to sleep. 

Things never got any worse than that. My mother came out to the school and 
talked to everyone but me. It was decided that I would leave the school at 
Easter. I was being dismissed. I don't know what my mother was going to do 
about it. I guess she tried to get Miss Jacobson to let me stay. Miss 
Jacobson wanted blood. So they compromised and I was being dismissed. That 
was all right with me. 

Jean thought I was amoral, too. That's why she had dismissed me. Is she ever 
fucked up, I figured. She avoided me, so I never thought about it much. I 
spent a lot of time with Sharon and some other girls. Sharon was the only 
person I really talked to. I really liked her. Geoff wrote me often. I 
suspect Miss Jacobson took some of them and read them, but I could never 
prove it. 

I got back into the routine, since it was going to be for such a short ime, 
I didn't really mind. My only real problem was something I couldn't even 
talk to Sharon about. It was those nights, after every day my body would be 
crying and I'd lie down and finger myself and roll around. It was horrible. 
I'd get all sweaty and excited and sometimes I would be able to make myself 
come that way, but it wasn't satisfying at all. I'd be more frustrated after 
it than before. It was keeping me awake nights. In fact, it drove me a 
little crazy eventually, I figured. 

Because one day when I was in the dining room on clean-up duty, I was in 
this big fridge they have in the kitchen, putting away some milk cartons. I 
saw this long roll of meat, salami or something, and I reached for it 
immediately and stuffed it inside the jacket of my uniform. I shut my eyes 
and held it there for a few seconds until I realized how crazy that was. It 
didn't stop me, though. I went back into the dining room in a big rush, 
finished up my job and ran up to my room. I slammed the door behind me and 
took out my prize. 

I nibbled at it and rubbed my legs together. This is insane, I thought, but 
I didn't care at all. I began to take my clothes off slowly and I stood 
naked in front of the mirror and massaged my breasts and ran my fingers down 
to my cunt. I held the sausage in my other hand and nibbled at it. I had a 
safe that Geoff had given me once and I had kept it because I thought it was 
weird-looking. I ripped open my drawers and hunted around until I found it. 
I took it out of the silver paper container and rubbed it around my cunt. I 
had nibbled a round head in the salami and I stood watching myself in the 
mirror with it in my mouth and my hand pressed into my cunt. My hair was 
damp and my whole body perspired and my eyes looked wild and insane. I saw 
the reflection of the door opening on the other side of the room and Sharon 
burst in after tapping lightly. I swung around and glared at her and she 
stared back in disbelief. 

"Jenny, you've taken up witchcraft." She never loses her cool. 

"I've gone insane," I replied huskily. "Totally mad." 

I walked towards her slowly, her eyes followed my body and when I stood in 
front of her I reached and pushed the door shut behind her. She looked a bit 
nervous and I pressed my body against hers. 

"Jennifer, you're beautiful," she whispered. 

"I'm ugly right now," I hissed, "but I can't help it." 

I grabbed her hand and pressed it against my breast. She squeezed it gently. 

"Look," I said, holding up the salami. "Want a bite?" 

I put it in my mouth and bit some off. "I'm going to fuck myself with it," I 
said. 

"Jenny, you're kidding me." 

"No, I'm not." I answered. "I told you, I've gone insane." 

I pulled her over to the bed with me and sat down on it. I began to feel her 
breasts. 

"Jenny, I don't think you should go through with this, it's too much." 

"I know it is Sharon," I spat at her. "I can't stop, I'm not kidding." 

I lay back on the bed and moaned and ran my hand around my cunt, my legs 
were propped up on either side. I held the horrible sausage up and slowly 
pushed the safe over it. 

"Jenny." Sharon mumbled. "You are going to put that inside yourself?" I 
stopped rolling around and stared at her crazily. 

"You do it for me, you must, shove it into me as hard as you can." I hissed, 
my voice sounded really strange. 

Sharon finally took the thing from me gingerly and ran her fingers over my 
cunt. 

Then she pressed the top of it against me, it pushed open my cunt and sank 
in. 

I pushed up with my hips and my hands clutched at the bed. Sharon knelt 
beside me and after she ran her hands across my breasts and down my sides to 
my hips; took the thing in her hands, firmly, and using all her strength, 
shoved it in. I let out a scream of pleasure and my legs shot up. She left 
it in me; I writhed and moaned while she went over and locked the door. Then 
she just stood there, looking the other way. I don't know how she could 
stand it. But I didn't care then, I reached down and took the end of it in 
my hand and slowly pulled it in and out. I wished it was about a foot 
longer, I'd like to kill myself with it, I'd like to jump off a building 
with it. Finally I brought myself to an orgasm with it. I crashed for a long 
time and then as the wave passed I started to cry hysterically. I yanked it 
out of me and wrapped a towel around it and ran to the window. I heaved it 
as hard as I could out into the bushes below. Sharon took me in her arms and 
held me while I cried. She had stood by the door the whole time. I was so 
glad she hadn't left me, but it must have made her sort of sick. I cried for 
a long time about how insane I was but she managed to calm me down. 

"You're incredibly frustrated Jenny, but I don't know whether that means 
you're insane; now lie down and relax. That's what the whole thing was for." 

So I did what she told me, kept cool, and lay down; I did feel really calm 
and relieved. Sharon washed my face and pushed my hair back and helped me 
get under the sheet. She ran her hand lightly over me and leaned down and 
kissed my breast and squeezed it gently for a moment. Then she stood, up; it 
felt really nice. 

"You're very beautiful, Jenny." she said and, "I'm leaving now, go to 
sleep." She went out and turned the light off. I fell into a very heavy 
sleep almost immediately. I had the most incredible dreams, little of which 
I remember. They involved all these wild men, like an African tribe or 
something, in a jungle. 

They all danced around me and beat drums and they would come up to me and 
press their red hot cocks against me. I was tied to a stake or something, I 
couldn't get away. I was struggling and they burned me and I woke up. It was 
a really strange dream. 

In the morning I woke up feeling pretty good, surprisingly enough. I felt 
really calm and relaxed for the first time in weeks. It occurred to me 
though, that I might be insane. 

CHAPTER TEN 

I was very ashamed though, and I tried to avoid Sharon at first. But when 
she found me she was as nice as ever and she didn't even mention it. 

The days started to go faster after that; it was only about a month later 
that I got Geoff to come up and see me. We used the same plan as before; 
only this time I had to walk all the way to the town. Geoff was already 
there, waiting for me. Was I ever glad to see him. I jumped in the car and 
held him and kissed him for hours. Eventually he started up the motor and we 
drove out on the highway. 

He was very well organized this time; he had rented a room in the motel at 
another little town about ten miles from there. That's where we drove to. I 
was really happy that he had gone to all the trouble; I had expected to have 
to talk him into doing it in the car. 

He had a bottle with him so we went in the room, took off our clothes and 
had a drink. We talked and I questioned him on his activities in the city 
since Christmas. I didn't think for a minute that he was sitting at home all 
this time, and I wanted to hear it all anyway. I couldn't get much out of 
him, he kept distracting me with his hands and mouth on my body. 

Eventually I had his fantastic prick in my hand and it got hard and 
beautiful. I pulled at it and leaned over and licked it for a while, he did 
the same to me. Soon we were both too excited to speak and he moved on top 
of me and pushed it against my open cunt. We pumped up and down together for 
a short time, it didn't last too long. After his come shot into me we just 
lay there, together while his prick shrank up inside my cunt. We finally got 
up and had another drink and I began to make him hard again. This time I 
sucked for a long time and licked all around his balls and ass. Geoff is so 
beautiful; his prick grew and grew in my mouth and I pushed my face against 
it so it would sink all the way in to my throat. Then I couldn't take it all 
in anymore because it got too big. I crawled up his long body , nibbling and 
licking at him on the way. When my cunt was where my mouth had been I opened 
it with the head of his dork and sank it in, pushing myself against him. 

I love doing it that way, on top, it gives me control over it and it feels 
so good; like I'm being held off the ground by a great big pole in my cunt. 
I lifted up my hips and I got so excited I couldn't do it properly so we 
rolled over and he got on top of me, which I like too, his body was so big 
and hard, pressed against me. My arms wrapped around his back and I pulled 
at him my legs shot out as he penetrated the bottom of my cunt and wrapped 
around him at the same time, pulling him into me. I started to climax. It 
was the most beautiful orgasm, I clutched at him and quivered all over for 
about ten minutes after it. 

Then we both lay there perspiring and hanging on to each other. All you 
could hear was our satisfied breathing, until Geoff spoke. He suggested we 
take a shower so we did and while we stood under the hot water, holding on 
to each other and soaping each other's bodies, Geoff got hard again; he 
always does. I took the big rod in my hands and he grabbed my hips and 
pulled them against it. He sank into my cunt and I wrapped my arms around 
him and was held off the ground by it, the water spraying over us. It was 
really great. We pumped together for a while and Geoff pulled at my ass. He 
rubbed his fingers in the soap and pressed them against my hole, sliding 
them in. I don't know how many, it felt like all of them. It sort of hurt, 
but the pain excited me. I pushed myself against his cock and he flattened 
me against the shower wall with it, skewered by it. I felt great. Then he 
yanked it all out of me and before I had a chance to recover my balance he 
turned me around and bent over me, pressing his cock against the tight hole 
of my ass. 

He rubbed soap on it and pushed hard until it opened around the head of his 
massive cock. I was prepared for the pain but I didn't try and stop him, he 
bent over and then rammed it all the way in, tearing and pushing into my ass 
with one hard stroke. I screamed with pain and clutched at his legs, that 
was all I could reach of him. But I could run my hands up to his hard thighs 
and press my nails into them. I knew that would make him fuck me even harder 
and that's what I wanted, and he did. Seems the harder you do it the better 
it feels. As he came he let go of me and I sank to the shower floor. I was 
sprayed with his jet of come, not to mention all of the water. He stood over 
me and watched me lick up the come that I could reach and then he grabbed 
the cold water tap and turned it on full blast. We were sprayed with ice 
cold water, I screamed with shock and scrambled out of the shower on my 
hands and knees. Geoff jumped out behind me laughing his head off. He 
grabbed all the towels and wrapped me up in them. What a fuck that was. 

It took us a while to recover. We got under the covers and had another 
drink. Then I discovered that it was almost time for me to be back at school 
or I'd be missed at dinner. Geoff wouldn't get out of bed and I wasn't going 
to bother about it, but he gave me his car keys and told me to come back as 
soon as I was finished with dinner. He's so funny. 

I yanked my clothing back on and left him lying there, and shot back to the 
school at eighty miles an hour, even though I would have liked to have gone 
faster. When I got back to school I left it by the garage and ran in through 
the delivery entrance in the kitchen. I left my coat there and shot through 
to the dining room; no one ever noticed, and I got there just as all the 
other girls were starting to come in. I sat with Sharon during the meal and 
told her about my exciting afternoon. She was impressed and I decided that 
she had to come back with me: I was pretty drunk I think. She didn't think 
it was too good an idea but I insisted. Every Saturday night we have a movie 
in the auditorium that is always a drag. You don't have to go if you don't 
want to and a lot of the girls go home every weekend, so it's really easy 
not to be missed until about ten-thirty when they lock the door. So she said 
she'd come and then we sneaked out through the kitchen and ran and jumped in 
Geoffs car, and flashed back to the motel. Sharon was delighted to be out of 
the school and she sat back in the seat, smiling. When we got there Geoff 
was lying nude, as I left him on the bed; sound asleep. I ran my hand over 
his leg and buttock and sat down beside him. 

"Isn't he beautiful, Sharon?" 

"Yes, he is," she answered, "I hope he doesn't mind my being here." 

"I think he'll be delighted." I said and he started to wake up. Sharon went 
and made another round of drinks and I began to kiss all over his body. When 
he woke up he took me in his arms and we kissed for a long time, his tongue 
boring into my mouth. 

"This is a dream." he said. "I'm really still asleep." 

Then he noticed Sharon and I said very evenly. 

"That's my friend; she's part of your dream too." He was very happy to see 
her as I thought he would be; sometimes things work out so nicely it's like 
they were supposed to happen. She brought over the drinks and we all lay on 
the bed together and talked. Geoff started to ask us questions about what we 
did at night together. At the same time he started to open my clothes and 
feel inside. We ended up telling him the terrible salami sausage story; I 
was so embarrassed. Geoff acted like he was going to be sick or something 
but I couldn't help noticing a slight movement, under the sheet that covered 
him from the waist down. He pulled my blouse off and I had left my bra there 
the first time so my breasts fell out into his waiting hands and he squeezed 
them. Then he reached over and took Sharon by the hand. 

"You're very conspicuous, sitting there with your clothes on." 

"Is that what it is?" She laughed and we all began to undress her. I undid 
her bra, I was excited because I had never really seen her body before; she 
was very beautiful. 

Her breasts were very large and firm, they sprang out and Geoff exhaled a 
long breath. The nipples were huge, I ran my hand gently over them and Geoff 
sat up and touched the other one. He leaned over and nibbled mine, they 
seemed so small by comparison, I felt like a boy. The sheet was gradually 
slipping off his thighs and he had the most tremendous erection. It sprang 
out suddenly and stood up between us. I grabbed it immediately and Sharon 
couldn't take her eyes off it; she was really excited by it, no wonder. 
Geoff reached over and began to undo her pants. I stood up and carefully 
pulled them off her long legs and dropped them on the floor. She had small 
lace panties, slung around her wide hips, you could see beautiful blond 
pubic hairs through the material. Geoff let out a long groan and crawled 
over his legs. 

I began to lick her big breasts and I ran my hand up and down Geoffs huge 
erection. He had pulled Sharon's panties down and was kissing her cunt. She 
breathed very heavily and couldn't take her eyes away from his cock. I took 
her hand and put it on him with mine. He kneeled up so we could both reach 
and the two of us ran our hands up and down him and around his heavy balls. 
It drove him insane and he began to plunge his long tongue into her; she 
gasped and spread her legs wide, she let go of his prick and leaned back and 
sort of rolled her head all around. 

I was getting really excited myself naturally. I crawled around behind Geoff 
and slowly pulled myself down his back, kissing and biting and pressing his 
body against mine. I ran my tongue down the crease of his ass when I came to 
it, through the hairs around his hole. I separated them with my tongue and 
pressed into the pink opening. I squeezed his hard buttocks in my hands and 
bit them. Then I lay all the way down and ran my tongue from his ass to his 
balls and around them and underneath to his prick, adjusting myself so I was 
right underneath it. I stuck my tongue out and ran it around the head, 
making sure Sharon was able to watch. I held his balls in my hands and 
gently massaged them while I held the head of his cock in my mouth and ran 
my tongue around it. Then I took Geoffs buttocks in my hands and digging my 
nails into them, pulled him down on top of me. I heard Sharon gasp again as 
ten beautiful inches of warm cock sank all the way down my throat, to the 
base; his pubic hair rubbed against my lips. I pumped his hips up and down 
with my hands, slowly, being careful to take breaths at the right times and 
avoid choking. I could see from underneath, Geoffs face pressed against 
Sharon's slit, I could see juices dropping from his chin. She was beginning 
to shake and writhe, then thrash and yell, one long "Ohhhhhhhh!" 

When she climaxed, her whole body shook. I've never seen anything like it. 
After she stopped moving, Geoff took his wet mouth away and licked, he 
grabbed me and yanked me up underneath him, tearing the length of his cock 
from my mouth. He stretched my legs apart and rammed his prick into my cunt. 
It made me come, I squeezed it inside me and the two of us crashed together 
and then he came, exploding inside of me. Sharon lay back, quivering still, 
a bit; and watched his prick drive into me. Her mouth hung open and she 
began to rub her legs together. I smiled insanely at her. Then Geoff got up 
and walked to the bathroom. We both, watched the roll of his fine buttocks, 
then we kissed each other. 

Geoff brought over the bottle and we all had another drink and lay together; 
sipping and feeling. Geoff dipped his fingers in his glass and splashed us 
with cold drops. Sharon finally managed to break the silence. 

"You guys are incredible. " she said. 

"So are you." We answered in unison. She asked me if I sucked him like that 
often and how did I do it. 

"You just open wide." I answered. "I love it." She said that she always 
wanted to do it to her boyfriend but she thought he might be disgusted. 

"I doubt that," Geoff said, and I said that most guys really like it. 

"She should know." Geoff added; that wasn't too nice. 

I told them about Randy and how he got me to do it because he liked it more 
than anything else and I've liked it ever since. 

"He was a real creep." Geoff said. 

"I guess so." I answered, "But I really liked him at the time." 

Sharon told us about her first boyfriends and how they would spend hours 
trying to get her to fuck and finally she would and they would just stick 
their pricks in her and come. She hated it. Finally she met Craig and he 
kept pumping into her for hours until she started to really like it and then 
she came. She's been doing it with him ever since. 

"But next time I want to take him in my mouth, like you do." she finished. 

I took Geoffs prick in my hand at this point and began to massage it, it got 
heavier and bigger after a short time but it didn't get hard. 

"Why don't you try it on this." I said and I held up the heavy length of it 
for her to see. She smiled and leaned over and kissed it. She made a warm 
"Hmmmmm." noise and then she wrapped her hands around it and massaged the 
length of it. She opened her mouth and wrapped it around the pink head, and 
ran her tongue around it. Geoff lay back and he started to get hard, on 
schedule. Sharon opened her mouth and took it all in groaning as she did. I 
encouraged her with my fingers at her cunt and my other hand went up Geoffs 
leg and I squeezed. I wanted to eat her the way Geoff had and the way I used 
to with Jean so I moved my head over her and began to lick. It was warm and 
moist from before and had a musky odor that I liked. Geoff put his hands on 
her head and was moving up and down from the hips, into her mouth. His prick 
was huge and hard again, and he began to move hard and then he said, "I'm 
coming." and he collapsed and Sharon licked and swallowed. I continued to 
lick her and then Geoff said, "Gimme." and he grabbed her hips. 

Sometimes Geoff comes and doesn't even get soft after it, he's really a good 
fucker that way. He pushed my head away from her and climbed over her legs. 
He opened her cunt and pushed his prick into it. She moaned quietly, I 
reached between his legs and squeezed his balls. He began to pump into 
Sharon's cunt and I lay back and watched the whole incredible scene; my 
big-pricked super sexed boyfriend on his sixth come of the day in the cunt 
of my beautiful blond school mate who seemed to have forgotten all about 
someone named Craig. Their orgasms were beautiful, I was proud. I held 
Geoffs foot against my cunt and he dug his toes in as it happened. Then we 
all collapsed in a heap on the bed and we must have fallen asleep for quite 
a while because the next thing we knew it was twelve-thirty and we were 
lying in a heap on the rumpled bed. Sharon figured that the kitchen staff 
got there in the morning about eight and we might be able to get in then 
without being noticed. Geoff called the motel office and got them to call us 
in the morning. Then after a cigarette we all went back to sleep in each 
other's arms. 

In the morning Sharon got up and had a shower, she didn't feel too good, but 
she wasn't freaked out or anything, Sharon never is. Geoff and I took the 
opportunity for one last fuck. He woke up with a hard on and we opened my 
cunt with it first thing and pumped until he exploded in me. Then we got up 
and put our clothing on. Sharon went and bought some coffee and doughnuts 
from the restaurant and so we had a little breakfast and then piled into the 
car and drove back to the school. Geoff let us out by the garage and we 
kissed him good-bye and shot in the back door. The kitchen staff really 
didn't care what was going on but we were very sneaky anyway. We creeped 
through to the dining room and up to our rooms. It was so nice to finally 
get away with something at that school. I spent the rest of the day lying 
around congratulating myself. 

CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Sharon and I became quite intimate after that, we spent all of our time 
together and at night she would come up to my room and sometimes we would 
talk and neck sort of. We wouldn't really do anything besides that, it was 
hard to get ourselves as excited as we were in the motel room with Geoff. It 
wasn't necessary anyway. We'd just hold each other and kiss each other's 
warm lips and breasts and wish that one of us had a big cock. Eventually 
we'd feel nice and relaxed and we'd fall asleep easily. 

Strange as it seemed Jean picked that time to try and make friends again. I 
was surprised and not exactly pleased; I didn't trust her. The way she did 
it bugged me too, she just came into my room one night and said, "Jennifer, 
I've decided to make up with you." She didn't apologize or anything. 

After I recovered from the shock I said, "Sure, we can be friends if you 
like, it doesn't make any difference to me. I never knew why we stopped 
being friends in the first place." 

She told me that it was because of what happened at her place at Christmas, 
"But I'm willing to forget all about it now." she said. 

So I let her have it. I told her that I would never forgive her for doing 
that to me for such a stupid reason, and that as far as I was concerned she 
should be glad about what happened because the only other thing she ever did 
was have sex with other girls, and that if I was like her I would have 
stopped speaking to her when she came on to me with that. 

I ended up saying, "If you want to be friends, that's fine, but never like 
we were before." 

Naturally that made her mad, she said: "I come her and try to patch things 
up and you act like a bitch." 

"Jean, you're the one that moved to another room and stopped speaking to me, 
so who else should try and patch things up? I never did anything so now I 
don't trust you." 

She left and we never got to be friends or anything. I had Sharon and she 
made a much better friend than Jean ever had. The whole thing was pretty 
strange though, I thought. 

Geoff still wrote me letters, not as often as he used to, I guess he was 
pretty busy at school, he was in his second year of college. I don't really 
think he was doing that, I have no idea what he was doing, but I wasn't 
going to worry about it. 

About a month or so later Sharon decided to pull one of my tricks. She 
arranged for a weekend at home without her parents knowing about it. She was 
going to go down to Solace and stay with Craig, her boyfriend. Everything 
went quite smoothly, they all thought she was a good girl at the school so 
no one was suspicious. I was really happy for her but after I saw her off at 
the train station of Friday afternoon I began to feel really sorry for 
myself. After supper I got really lonely, I moped around and tried to think 
of something to do. I sat in the T.V. room and watched some dumb movie for a 
while. Finally about eight o'clock I couldn't stand it any longer and I 
figured to hell with it. I was going to get out. I ran up to my room and put 
on a bunch of warm clothes and walked to the end of the corridor where the 
window went out onto a fire escape. I walked down to the ground and ran 
across the grounds towards the road. I figured that what I'd do is hitch a 
ride to Solace, if I got one right away I could be there by ten o'clock and 
I could go sleep with Geoff and he could drive me back in the morning, 
really early so they wouldn't miss me. Why not? 

So I ran out to the side of the road and stuck out my thumb. About the third 
car to drive by pulled over to the side of the read and stopped. I thought 
that was really easy and I ran up to it. It was an old wreck, a guy got out 
of the back and held the door open for me and I jumped in. There were three 
other guys in the car. I told them I was going to Solace. They asked me if I 
was from the school. 

"Yeah," I said, "I'm running away." 

They told me I was lucky the police didn't drive by because they would have 
picked me up. That would have been great all right; Miss Jacobson must have 
an arrangement with the police to patrol the area for escapees. They were 
the type of guys that are always talking about what the police are doing and 
that, real locals. They were only going in to the town in fact, so I decided 
I'd take a bus to Solace. They took me to the depot and I thanked them all 
and got out. One guy put his hand on my ass as I climbed over him, it made 
me jump. 

It was almost nine o'clock by then and they told me when I went to buy my 
ticket that the next bus didn't stop until eleven-thirty. What a drag. So I 
went out and looked at the highway but I didn't feel like hitching too 
much-it seemed so cold and windy out there. I started to think about going 
back to the school and forget about the whole thing because eleven thirty 
would make it too late. I went into the restaurant attached to the station 
instead. It was full of people from around there; they all sat around 
listening to the juke box, a real swinging place. I sat at the counter and 
had a cup of coffee. I bought some cigarettes and smoked one of them. They 
were all creeps except maybe one, and another one had a really nice body. 
They saw me watching them and the best looking one came over after a while 
and asked me about the bus. 

"I've got to wait until eleven thirty, which is too late." I said, "I'm 
really pissed off, because I have to go back to the school now; unless you 
know of anyone who is driving to Solace." I smiled at him sweetly. 

He shrugged and said he'd ask around and went back to where his buddies were 
sitting. So I finished my coffee and I was just about to get up and leave 
when he came back and said that his friends weren't doing anything special 
and they would drive me if I liked. 

"Great." I said, "Let's go!" 

We all trooped out and got back into the old wreck and drove away, what 
luck. 

They played the radio loudly and everyone smoked, it was really 
uncomfortable. None of them were very interesting or exciting, or even 
smart. 

They told me all about the things they'd been doing lately, and other dumb 
stories. The one who was spokesman, the best looking one, had entered the 
back seat beside me and after a while he started to rub his leg against mine 
while they talked. I really appreciated the ride and everything so I 
casually spread my legs wide and continued to listen attentively. The guy on 
the other side of me was the one with the nice body. He was short and thick 
and probably really strong. His legs were really thick and muscled and I 
couldn't resist putting my hand on one of them, when the other guy put his 
hand on mine. I ran my fingers over it and squeezed his big thigh. 

The story stopped dead, mid sentence; it was coming from the front seat and 
I started to ask all sorts of interested questions as the best looking guy 
moved up my leg to the inside where he rubbed gently. I sat down more in the 
seat and propped my legs up. He began to pull at the rim of my pants and 
open the zipper. The other guy pushed down more in the seat too, I sort of 
turned towards him and let my hand run up to the impressive bulge in his 
crotch. It was really big, I got excited by it. He sort of lifted me up and 
helped the other guy pull my pants down my legs and reach inside my panties. 
I began to slowly unbuckle his belt and open it. The lump was even harder 
now, and larger; and I could feel the heat from it. He lifted up and pushed 
his pants down and I got my fingers inside the rim of his underwear. 
Meanwhile the other guy was fingering me and making me squirm. I moved my 
hand across his hard midriff to the big heavy balls, his huge cock was 
pressed over them, I moved my hand all around it. The other guy bent over me 
and licked. The two in the front were silent now, I hoped they were keeping 
their eyes on the road. The licking was really turning me on, not to mention 
the beautiful cock in my hand. I leaned over it and kissed the end of it. 

I began to lick all over as the guy clamped his hands on my head. I opened 
my mouth as wide as I could and sank down on it. He gasped and started to 
pull my head up and down, I sucked like mad and squeezed it into my throat. 

"Here I come!" He shouted after a short time and I sucked it all into my 
mouth while his cream shot down my throat, there were gallons of it. I had 
to lick and swallow furiously to get every delicious drop. 

I kissed and licked all around his balls and then I sat back in the seat and 
tasted the last of the cream. I continued to rub him with my hand and 
eventually I licked again as he got smaller, a one come man. The other guy 
still ate me and I squirmed but my mind wandered to Geoff in Solace and how 
I had promised myself not to do this with any other guy. I could feel the 
come in my mouth and the tongue in my cunt and I squirmed and said to myself 
that it couldn't be helped, I had to have the ride. I sort of wished I had 
stayed at school like I was supposed to. 

Then the guy took his mouth off of me and crawled up over me, opening my 
sweater and licking at me. I hoped he wasn't going to try, he was. He 
grabbed my legs and pulled me down to the edge of the seat. I watched him 
open his pants and push them down, his prick sprang out, big and hard and I 
gasped and reached for it. It couldn't be helped I told myself and we 
pressed it against the opening of my cunt. I squirmed and pushed my hips up 
and he shoved it in suddenly. It was a huge prick. It felt so good, I forgot 
all about everything. The other guy that I had just sucked sat watching us, 
a big smile on his face, that turned me on even more. We were right in the 
middle of a great fuck when all of a sudden the car pulled off the road and 
bounced across a ditch to a field. I thought we were having an accident or 
something but then we just stopped dead. 

"What the hell!" I screamed, I was really mad and I pushed the guy off me 
and his prick fell out. 

"What did we stop for?" 

"What's your hurry?" the driver asked, he was trying to be really cool. 

"I'm trying to get to Solace." I yelled. "I'm not interested in getting 
fucked by four guys in the middle of some field so if you're not going to 
drive I'll get out and find someone who will." 

The best looking guy sat there holding his prick and he moaned, "For 
Christ's sake, if she wants to drive, keep driving." I really felt sorry for 
him. 

Anyway they backed the car back on the highway; off we went again and the 
prick went back into my cunt. It wasn't that good though, the guy had sort 
of lost his rhythm and I started to think about Geoff again, so my heart 
wasn't in it anymore. I just lay there numbly and let him pump in and out of 
me, pretty soon he came and that was the end of it. We kept driving and I 
got back into my clothes, I was really messy, juices running out of my damp 
cunt; I hoped I got a chance to clean up before Geoff saw me. 

About half an hour after that we got to the outskirts of Solace, I told them 
to let me off anywhere and I told the well built guy who had been smiling 
all the way to apologize to the front seat for me. 

We stopped in front of a restaurant but the guy in the front seat said, "You 
can't get out yet." 

"I have to." I answered and I turned to the best looking guy and asked him 
to please let me out. He contemplated it for a few seconds and then he 
opened the door and got out. I crawled out behind him, I was really 
relieved. I stood up beside the door and he pressed himself against me. I 
kissed him while he rubbed his leg against mine. 

"Thanks for the ride." I smiled and I walked to the sidewalk. I went into 
the restaurant and used the washroom. I washed myself as best as I could, I 
didn't look that bad actually, considering what I had just been through. I 
went back outside and waved a taxi, I still had a long way to go. But once I 
got inside one and gave Geoffs address I felt much better. I was out of 
school and I was on my way to Geoffs. It had been really neat in that car I 
thought but I didn't let myself dwell on it. At Geoffs apartment I paid the 
fare and ran inside the building and up the stairs, I was really excited. I 
was leaning against the door panting and praying that he would be home and 
then he opened it and stood there staring at me really surprised. "Jenny." 
he said. 

"I couldn't stay at school, I had to come and see you I was really depressed 
and lonely because Sharon-SHARON!" 

There she was, sitting cross legged and bare chested on the floor in the 
middle of Geoffs apartment. I couldn't believe my eyes. Eventually I got the 
picture though and I turned and looked at Geoff. This wasn't happening to me 
I thought. 

"We were doing Yoga." he said stupidly. 

"Oh, sure." I turned from him in disgust and looked back at Sharon. "Where's 
Craig?" I asked. 

"Craig lives in Comstock, where I do, Jenny; I thought you'd realize that." 
She stood up and was holding her arms out over herself. All the months of 
frustration, my stupid attempts at resisting temptation, the horrible car 
ride, the other two guys that could have fucked me; all these things ran 
through my poor head. I felt tears coming so I numbly turned back to the 
door. 

"Don't leave Jenny." Sharon said, coming over to me. 

"Why are you doing this; you my best friend and you are my lover. How could 
you do this to me?" I was getting hysterical. 

"We fell in love that night in the motel." Sharon said weakly. 

"You fell in love." I repeated dumbly, I looked at the two of them and I 
screamed. "WELL GOD DAMN YOU!" and I stormed out the door. I walked half way 
down the stairs and then I sat down and cried, softly so they wouldn't hear 
me. What a horrible thing to have happen to me. I couldn't believe that it 
was real. I couldn't take it anymore; my parents, the school, my lover, my 
best friend; nothing ever worked out for me, except" fucking, and I was 
trying so hard. 

I contemplated going to a bridge and jumping over but I wouldn't give all 
these fucking people the satisfaction of being sorry. I'd run away. Go to a 
strange city and have a good time and everything would work out and I'd 
never think of them again. I got up and went outside and walked. But I 
didn't run away; there was no place to run to. I ended up wandering to the 
bus depot and sat there waiting for the last bus going north so I could get 
back to school. Where else? I stared at all the people that are always 
sitting around bus stations and I roamed around the newsstand and looked 
through magazines. I smoked about ten of the cigarettes that I had bought 
until I had a terrific headache. Finally they called the bus and I went and 
got on it. Eventually the stupid thing started to move and pretty soon we 
were out of the city again, streaking along in the night. The moon was out 
and it made everything hazy and beautiful as it flashed by the window I 
leaned my head against and stared out of. I cried again, I was so lonely and 
sad. 

Pretty soon we were near the little town and I went up and asked the driver 
to let me out at the intersection before it so I would only have to walk two 
miles. Two bloody miles. It was horrible. The only light came from the moon 
and it made all sorts of weird shadows. Once a car came speeding along and 
it blinded me with it's lights. I was so scared I ran in to the ditch as it 
roared by. When I finally got to the school I was furious at everything and 
I hammered on the front door as hard as I could. It was almost two in the 
morning and the housemother came down to let me in she was really freaked 
out. 

"What in the world are you doing out at this hour?" she asked peering out at 
me. 

"I was in Solace, but I decided to come back." I brushed by her and headed 
for the stairs. 

"You didn't have permission to be out of the school, you're supposed to be 
in your room." She yelled after me. 

"Well, I'm on my way there now." I said, "Thank you for letting me in." 

"The head mistress will hear about this, Jennifer." 

"I don't care who hears about it." I mumbled; I didn't have the energy to 
tell her to go to hell. 

I made it up to my room and threw the door shut behind me as I collapsed on 
the bed and started to cry again. That was the last time though. I cried 
myself to sleep that night, but never again. I've never felt as horrible as 
I did then and I don't intend to. I've never trusted anyone since then 
either. The next day my thoughts alternated between methods of suicide and 
places to run away to. 

I walked down to the river bank; where Sharon and I had such a good time 
that day, smoking grass and talking. How could that girl have turned out to 
be such a bitch I wondered. I should have gotten a gun and shot both of 
them; better still a knife. I could have stabbed them both and while they 
bled I would have carved off their sex organs. A knife would have been nice. 

I don't remember what I did for the next few weeks. I just went around like 
a zombie and I didn't talk to anyone. Sharon tried very hard to speak to me 
when she got back. I told her to leave me alone though, I just wanted to 
forget all about her and Geoff. So she left me alone; I sort of appreciated 
the fact that she made an effort though, but there was nothing she could do 
to fix it up. Sharon always tries to be cool under any circumstances. The 
head mistress interrogated me for hours about where I had been that night 
but I told her nothing and she gave me detention every day until Easter, out 
of spite. I wasn't able to concentrate on any school work at all; I'd just 
sit dumbly in class and study hall and in my room at night. I got in trouble 
every day for not having my work done. Some of the nicer teachers wanted to 
know what was wrong. 

"Nothing." I told them, I didn't want to talk to any of them. 

Finally Easter came and I was through. I didn't know what my mother would 
have in mind then, but at least the school was finished, they were as happy 
as I was. They even phoned my mother to make sure she was expecting me. I 
packed all my stuff and took the bus to the city. I must have been looking 
as bad as I felt, when my mother saw me she was quite upset. She freaked me 
out by being nice to me. 

"Jenny, poor darling, everyone has been so hard on you." And she put her 
arms around me and held me. I started to cry and so did she and then we were 
both embarrassed. I wanted to tell her everything but I suppressed it. My 
mother had proven herself to be a bitch and it was too late for 
mother-daughter heart-to-heart talks. So we went home and I went up to my 
room and sat there by myself It was nice. I hadn't been there for such a 
long time and it was just as I had left it. I flashed back to simpler days, 
I guess my mother had left it like that, a little shrine to her failure as a 
mother. I could have sat in it indefinitely, but my mother was scheming. 
Only this time she was feeling more guilt than usual and she decided to take 
me on a holiday. 

CHAPTER TWELVE 

So a couple of days later we took a plane to New York, and I started to have 
a really good time. I had never been there before so it was really 
interesting. We stayed in a big hotel on Fifth Avenue and every day we'd go 
shopping and to museums and galleries. We bought tons of clothes, I began to 
feel a bit sorry for my stepfather but he married her, it wasn't my problem. 

There was so much to do there. I sort of wished I was with Geoff or someone 
rather than my mother. She had friends who lived there and we went out to 
their place, which was miles from downtown. We had dinner and mother enjoyed 
herself immensely and arranged to go back the next night. I said I didn't 
feel well and I'd stay in the hotel because I found it sort of boring. It 
felt good being by myself but I wasn't really sick and I sort of wanted to 
do something. I looked through the paper, there were all kinds of things 
like a sex bar, maybe I should go and ask for a job I thought. But I decided 
to go to a rock concert. I had heard the group's records before and I wanted 
to see them. It was at this big hall, the Electric Circus, that I had heard 
about in Solace. 

So I got all dressed up in my new clothes and took a taxi there after I had 
something to eat. It was a great rock band, even better than the records I 
had heard and there were all kinds of freaky people there. I felt sort of 
strange being by myself so I was glad when a tall, long haired guy came over 
and said "Hi." He passed me a joint and smiled at me. He was really neat. We 
listened to the music and smoked and he just stood beside me. No one was 
dancing but everyone moved back and forth together to the music and so we 
did too. Pretty soon the concert ended and this guy went and got my coat and 
led me out the door. He called a taxi and he told me he'd like to take me to 
a party. It was pretty late and I thought I should get back to the hotel. He 
was sort of pissed off but he said he'd take me so we flagged a taxi and 
went there. 

He came in with me and up the elevator; I was wondering how I would explain 
him to my mother and vice-versa. But it turned out that she wasn't home yet 
and there was a message for me to call her. I was delighted that I could 
bring the guy in and I phoned my mother and pulled off his jacket at the 
same time. 

She was quite drunk and worried sick about me, so she said. I told her how I 
had started to feel better and got bored so I went to this concert that I 
saw advertised in the paper, what was she doing? Her friends wanted her to 
stay the night and she told me to come down there too. I told her that was 
ridiculous and she should go to sleep and I'd call in the morning. She 
didn't have any idea that made more sense than that, in her drunken stupor 
so she said okay and we hung up. I'm a much better mother than she is. 

"Good news," I said to my friend who was sitting, lying actually, on the bed 
watching me. "My mother isn't coming back here tonight, so you can stay and 
we can go to a party, whatever you like." 

I was very excited. He agreed that it was good news and I went over and sat 
down beside him and we started to kiss. I was dying to get fucked by his 
long body, long cock; my New York fuck. I put my arms around his neck and we 
kissed and necked and talked a bit. He was David, he was an art student at a 
college in the city, he knew all about things that were happening there. I 
stood up after a while and pulled my dress off, right in the middle of our 
conversation. 

"Beautiful, baby," he said and he reached up and ran his hands across me. I 
undid my bra and pulled my panties off and stood over him naked; and then 
the damn telephone rang. 

It was my mother of course, checking up on me. I told her I was trying to 
get to sleep and I'd talk to her in the morning. She made pointless 
conversation for a while. I reached over and undid David's shirt while I 
listened to her and ran my hands inside across his wide chest. Finally she 
hung up and I went to the end of the bed and pulled his boots off. I 
unbuckled his pants and pulled them down his long legs and off his feet. I 
sat over him and rubbed myself against him and kissed and felt all over his 
body. 

I was really horny. I could feel his hard prick pressing up underneath me 
and I squirmed around over it. He just lay there with his eyes shut and 
breathed excitedly. He was so beautiful and slender, I was going crazy. 

He stretched his body out and spread his legs wide and I slowly went over 
his whole body, first his fine neck, then all around his chest and arms. I 
bit his nipples until they were quite hard and flat and then I brushed my 
lips over his stomach and along it, pressing into his navel. And then the 
best part, slowly along his buttocks, biting and kissing, and then I kissed 
and licked his whole long leg, down to his feet. He just lay there and said 
breathlessly, "That's beautiful." 

It was really neat. I moved up the inside of his leg and licked his thigh 
and it quivered. Every part of his body that I touched would quiver in 
response, it was a great body. When I reached his balls I took one of them 
into my mouth and ran my tongue all around it; he went crazy, his prick 
sprang up in front of me. It was a huge prick and thick compared to his thin 
body. I gasped and reached for it and moved my lips up to it and kissed and 
licked the whole over-sized dork. He gasped, "Oh, that's so nice baby." 

I opened my mouth as wide as I could and sucked up and down carefully and 
smoothly, all the way into my throat. He writhed and clutched at my head and 
then all of a sudden he exploded, cream poured down my throat and he rolled 
around on the bed gasping and pulling my head with him. I swallowed and kept 
sucking it, it tasted so good and I wanted it again. But his prick slowly 
shrank in my mouth and finally he said, "Baby, I'm starting to sting." 

So I stopped. I kissed his body all over again instead and we necked some 
more. 

"That was so nice," he said to me and I agreed. 

"I'm afraid I'm not much of a stud, baby." 

I laughed, he was so neat. "I'm afraid a stud is what I need," I added. 

"Well come on," he said. "We'll go out and find you one." 

I'm willing to do anything so I got back into my clothes, as David helped me 
pick out something that would appeal to studs and then he helped me put it 
on. The two of us went back down to the lobby and got a taxi and off we went 
in search of a stud. 

The address David gave was in the Village, which I hadn't seen yet, not 
being my mother's idea of a sight. The party we went to was the weirdest 
thing I've ever seen; it was in a huge place filled with colored lights and 
loud music and all kinds of strange people. Everyone seemed really nice, 
they all kissed us when we met them, they all knew David from before. 
Someone gave us a pill, I didn't know what to do with it but David swallowed 
his so I figured, what the hell, and so did I. Someone else, some bitch 
asked me if I had come up to the city to be freaked out or turned on, which 
freaked me out. But David said, "No, she's looking for a good stud," and we 
walked further into the room. 

We sat down with a bunch of people and sipped wine and smoked some joints. I 
got really high, it might have been the pill, because I don't usually feel 
like that when I smoke. We sat and looked all around the room for 
possibilities, it seemed really funny. There was a huge black man that I 
thought might be nice but David decided on this other guy that was average 
in every way except his body was extraordinary. "He'd be good," David said 
and he told me to go and ask him if he was interested. 

I was sort of nervous but David said, "Don't worry, I'll be watching so 
nothing can go wrong." 

The whole thing seemed so crazy and the guy's body was so unbelievable, he 
just stood there sprawled out and displaying it; I couldn't resist. I walked 
over and stood in front of his bulging muscles and I reached out timidly and 
touched his arm. 

"Hey, do you want to fuck?" I said. 

He didn't say anything, he just looked me up and down. So I looked him up 
and down and then I was determined he was really neat, with a sullen face 
held up by a thick neck that indented where it hit the shoulders, his chest 
was wide, so wide I wondered if I could get my arms around it because I 
really wanted to. His arms were huge and thick, I ran my fingers lightly 
over one of them and he sort of smiled at me, sullenly. I glanced down at 
his legs, covered in faded jeans that stretched over the huge muscles in his 
thighs and over the big lump at his crotch. I sort of shivered. 

"I'd really like to fuck; if you're not doing anything," I said as 
seductively as I could. 

"Here?" he said finally. 

I pointed to what David had told me was the bedroom and he sort of shrugged 
and walked slowly towards it. His hard buttocks rolled as he walked and his 
shoulders swayed from side to side. I was really excited and I walked behind 
him and ran my hand down his back and over his beautiful ass as it rolled. 
This looked like it was going to be a great fuck. 

The bedroom was certainly just that, it was a room almost as big as the one 
where the party was and it was covered with mattresses, all over the floor 
and up the walls. There was nothing else in it. The guy walked into the 
middle, he looked like he was ready for a wrestling match, and so was I. I 
put my arms around his strong neck and kissed him madly. I stretched and 
squeezed myself against his thick mass and bored my tongue into his warm 
mouth. He was really a stud. All of a sudden he pushed me back and grabbed 
the top of my dress and ripped it off. I gasped and reached for him, but he 
pushed me away again and gave me his sullen smile as he slowly undid the 
buttons on his shirt and his bulging chest pushed out. I made a strange 
sound and reached out for him again, running my hands over his wide, hairy 
front and he grabbed me and pulled me against him and dug his teeth into my 
shoulder. It sent electricity all through me. This guy was big, and so hard. 
I was going insane. 

He lifted me right off the ground and covered my breast with his mouth; his 
teeth scraped across it and I clutched at him and pulled his hair. He 
reached in underneath me and pulled his prick out. I couldn't see it, but I 
could feel it pressing against me and it was monstrous. 

Then he let go of me suddenly and pushed me so I collapsed on the mattress 
at his feet. He stood over me and sneered again and slowly pushed his jeans 
down to his feet. I writhed and clutched at his thick legs and held his 
jeans while he stepped out of them. His muscles rippled as he moved, I made 
more strange sounds and wrapped my arms around his thick legs and licked at 
his thigh which was hard and muscled like the rest of him. I pressed my head 
against his crotch and pulled at his skimpy black underwear with my teeth. 
What a stud! He was all ready and his prick pushed out. 

It was huge and thick and his balls hung down about a foot. I licked at them 
and wrapped my mouth around each one, my fingers crawled around his big ass 
and pulled at it. He held me up by the hair and shoved it into my gaping 
mouth. I almost choked and I thought my jaw was going to break from its 
mass. He kept sinking it in and out and I sucked madly. Finally, he yanked 
it out and let go of me. I dropped on the floor and he stood over me again, 
pulling himself slowly. My arms and legs stretched up in the air reaching 
for him. 

"Fuck me!" I gasped. He kneeled down over me and rubbed his prick along my 
cunt, smiling down at me writhing on the floor begging him for it. Then he 
suddenly drove it with one mighty lunge and I went stiff from shock and 
screamed. He held me pinned down on it for a minute and then even more 
suddenly he flexed his strong hips and yanked it back out. I went crazy. 

"Fuck me, fuck me. Please!"! screamed and he threw back his head and roared 
with laughter. He crawled all over my pleading body, rubbing his prick along 
my stomach and between my breasts, pinching them and squeezing them around 
it. Then he moved up over my face. 

"Lick it," he sneered and I stretched my tongue out and ran it up and down 
the mighty length of it. He pushed his dangling balls up to me and I licked 
them too. Then he took my head in his hands and pressed his prick against my 
lips. 

"Open up, bitch," he sneered again and I stretched again and opened wide and 
he pushed in all the way past my throat and held it there. I couldn't 
breathe and I thought he was going to kill me, but I was ready. I must have 
dug my teeth in because finally he pulled it out and started to slap me 
across the breasts repeatedly and with all his strength, it stung and I 
screamed with shock. He sneered at me to do it nicely or he'd kill me. I 
took his long prick in my hands and moved my mouth over it and began to suck 
gently, massaging it with my tongue. 

I looked up at his cruel eyes and saw them smile with pleasure as he 
suddenly flexed his hips and drove down my throat. He pulled back out and 
started to pump in and out; holding my head and slapping his big balls 
against my neck. Then he pulled it out and I started to scream again and he 
reached down and lifted my legs up and spread them apart, squeezing his 
fingers into them and then he jumped on me. His prick drove into my gaping 
cunt. I lost my breath and began to climax at the same time, as soon as he 
hit the bottom of me. He rammed in and out and pushed his big body against 
me, flattening me on the mat. I crashed and screamed the whole time he 
pumped in and out and then his come shot into me and he dug his teeth into 
my neck. I was paralyzed and I could hardly breathe. He got up and pulled 
his clothes back on, still standing over me. I lay sprawled out beneath him 
and I whispered thank you as he walked away. He threw back his head and 
roared with laughter. I just lay there for a while longer and then David and 
another guy joined me on the mat. They had been standing naked, rubbing each 
other and feeling while they watched us, but it hadn't registered on me. 

"How did you like that?" David asked as he lay down beside me. 

"It was great," I moaned. 

"It looked it," he said as he leaned over and pressed his lips against my 
cunt. He sucked it and drained me of all my juices. The other guy lay behind 
me and began to feel me and he reached around and pulled at my breasts, 
pushing himself against my back. I could feel his prick pressing against my 
ass. David moved around and pushed his legs up against my face while he 
licked me. 

"Suck me again," he whispered. I was glad to and I opened my mouth and took 
his prick in. Luckily it was smaller than the stud had been and I was able 
to do it easily. David spread his legs on either side of my face and I 
reached around his ass and felt his balls. The other guy was playing with my 
ass from behind and pressing his prick against it. David leaned over me and 
began to suck him, making strange noises and the guy drove one of his 
fingers against my ass and forced it inside. I continued to suck David, he 
got much larger and I cupped his balls in my hands and played with his ass. 
Then he stopped sucking the guy and they pushed his cock against my ass, as 
he slid his finger out it was replaced by the huge head. I quivered and 
shook and flexed my ass muscles and relaxed them as best I could and moaned 
from pleasure and pain. I opened up around it and it slid in smoothly and 
filled me like another cunt. It felt great and I moved around it and pushed 
myself against it. I reached back and grabbed his thighs and pulled him 
harder into me and opened my mouth wide and took all of David's beautiful 
hard cock back in. 

But David took my head in his hands and slid his prick out from between my 
lips and turned around so it was pressed against my cunt instead. I couldn't 
believe what was about to happen to me and then it did. His long prick drove 
into my cunt. I could feel the two cocks pushing together inside me, one 
from each end. I thought I'd split or something. I felt like I was part of 
some fantastic sex machine, one prick in my cunt, one in my ass; and me 
moving back and forth between them. Then to top it all off, some big guy 
came over and stood above us, jerking his hard cock in front of him. I went 
crazy and reached up for him, scraping my fingers up his thighs. I moaned 
and pulled, trying to get to his cock and he sat down over me. I grabbed his 
buttocks and opened my mouth wide taking his enormous length into my throat. 
David reached out with his tongue and ran it between the guy's buttocks, his 
balls slapped between us. 

We went on like that for a while, everyone pumping and grinding into me from 
all directions. I loved it. Then I felt come shooting into all my holes. My 
ass quivered back to its normal state as the guy in the back slid out and 
his prick flopped against my leg, all wet and sticky. I grabbed David's hips 
and pulled them in and out of me faster and faster. I couldn't wait to come. 
As I started to the guy kneeling over us gasped and moaned and shoved his 
cock into my mouth and shot cream into me. I swallowed and licked. There was 
just me and David left and we pumped together furiously and I came. I lay 
there numb while he finished off. I thought I might be dead. It was the most 
incredible thing I've ever done. 

I came too a little while later. I was lying in David's arms and we were 
surrounded by various combinations of bodies. Apparently I had incited a 
whole orgy, it was too bad that I had missed the whole thing. I had slept 
through it. I looked at David's beautiful, peaceful face as I unwrapped his 
arms from me. I sat up beside him after kissing him gently on his lips, my 
whole body ached and I was covered with bruises. I felt really sick and I 
could barely crawl over to where my clothes were, at least my dress. It was 
crushed under some well-built, dark-haired guy. Some ether stud had his 
prick in the guys mouth and was lying over his face. My stockings were 
partially under a girl who lay wrapped around the big negro I had 
considered. Too bad I hadn't seen that one. 

I managed to sort of stand up and have a better look. There were about ten 
bodies lying around in various positions. I looked them all over and 
wondered which one owned the ass and prick that sat over me and David, and 
which one had gone in my ass, and what everyone else had done. If I wasn't 
in such rough shape I think I might have tried to wake everyone up and have 
another round. David sort of woke up for a second and rolled over on his 
back and squinted up at me. 

"You splitting baby?" he mumbled. 

"Yeah, bye for now," I whispered and I leaned down and kissed him. 

I carefully climbed over the sleeping bodies and made my way to the other 
room. I could barely stand up and the daylight blinded me. I had to stand 
there dizzy and close to vomiting. Worse still, there were still some people 
who were awake in there, they sort of clapped for me. I was really 
embarrassed. The room was a total mess, but I found a corner of it that 
looked Eke a kitchen. At least it had a kettle and a jar of instant coffee. 
I had a harder time finding a cup and a cigarette and I really was sick, but 
eventually I got it all together and sat down and felt a bit better. I 
realized that I was still dragging my little dress around with me. I 
probably would have gone home that way. I pulled it on, really embarrassed; 
and then I found my coat and looked around for my shoes. 

"You're not leaving already, are you?" someone asked. 

"I have to," I answered. "How long is this party going to last?" 

"Oh, hard to say. This is the third month or so now, but they're tearing the 
building down soon so it may end then." 

"Oh," I said. "Well, maybe I'll come back later." I asked for a telephone to 
get a cab and they told me to go down one flight and ask there, so I 
stumbled out the door and down the stairs. I knocked on the door there and 
waited for a while. Finally a great big guy all hairy and undressed opened 
it and said: "Oh, it's a chick. Come in." 

"I was wondering if I could use your phone to call a taxi." 

"Sure, the phone is over in the corner," he pointed and at the same time he 
grabbed my dress and lifted it up over my head. I just stood there and let 
him run his hand all over my body. It started to turn me on. 

"Very nice chick," he said and let go of me. "A bit rustled though." 

"Yeah," I said and went over to the corner he had pointed to and searched 
around among the junk for a phone. This place was just like the scene 
upstairs. There were about seven people there, lying around looking at me 
casually. 

I had trouble getting a number and I had trouble finding out what address I 
was at. But I managed to eventually and afterwards the guy said to me: 
"It'll take about ten minutes for them to get here. Why don't we fuck?" 

"Oh, I'd love to," I answered. "But I don't feel too good." 

"Yeah, you look like you're all right. Come over here and suck me. That may 
make you feel better if it doesn't make you sick. You probably won't want to 
leave." 

I couldn't think of anything else to do, so I went over and knelt down 
between his legs. He was very big and hairy. I was turned on. I licked and 
bit up the inside of one meaty thigh, and then I ran my tongue around his 
balls and along his hanging prick. It started to get thick and stiff. I put 
my lips around the head of it and ran my tongue around it, pressing into the 
wet opening. Then I moved my head down, my cheeks bulged with the mass and 
he caught at my head with his big hands. I was sucking so hard I didn't hear 
anyone knock, but he yelled for them to come in. At one point he pushed me 
down on him, grabbed my hair and started to push me up and down. I just had 
to open wide and suck furiously and choke when he forced himself into my 
throat. "Okay, chick, here it comes," he yelled and he shot off. I opened 
wide and swallowed his thick cream. 

I was still down on my knees finishing up when I noticed the taxi driver was 
standing in the open door . The hairy guy was leaning over watching me to 
see if I was going to throw up, but I wasn't so I stood up and wiped my face 
on his hard stomach and walked out the door, ignoring the taxi driver's lewd 
smile as he closed it behind us. 

"See ya, chick," the hairy guy yelled. 

It was still very early in the morning at this time and there were still 
people wandering around on their way home from the night before. We drove 
back to the hotel along the streets that were quiet and empty compared to 
the middle of the day, it seemed quite nice. I realized when we got to the 
hotel that I didn't have any money with me. The driver wasn't bothered at 
all when I told him and he followed me into the lobby. Oh no, I thought and 
I contemplated going over to the desk and getting them to pay, but I looked 
him over and figured, what the hell, and let him follow me to the elevator. 

We went up to my room and he smiled his lewd smile all the way. He breathed 
down my neck while I unlocked the door and when we got inside he grabbed me 
and slobbered all over my face. I pushed him away and pulled my dress off 
and went over to the desk where my mother put some money and got a five for 
him. I handed it to him and he stuffed it in his pocket and grabbed me. I 
let him kiss me and squeeze my breasts. He was about thirty, balding, short 
and he really turned me on. I pushed him away again and told him to take his 
clothes off and went into the bathroom to start running a bath. When I came 
out he was standing there in his underwear, his erection pushed against the 
cloth and it looked pretty good. 

"Lie down," I said and sat on the bed, waving for him to join me. I started 
to kiss him and then I bit his soft chest and slid my hand inside his 
underwear. His cock was great. I gasped as my hand slid around it and I 
moved down and began to kiss it, running my fingers around his balls. He 
reached down and shoved his hand into my cunt. I was getting really excited 
again. After I sucked his prick until he was moaning and clutching at my 
head I moved back up and pulled him over on top of me. I grabbed his fat 
buttocks and pulled him on to me, his big cock pushed into my cunt and we 
started to grind up and down. I was on my way to coming again when he shot 
off in me. I lay back moaning, with my legs stretched open, watching him get 
back into his clothes. I smiled sweetly and he let himself out. I lay that 
way for a while and then because the water was almost overflowing, I went 
and got into the bath. I lay in it for a long time and rubbed cream into my 
poor body. I washed my hair and hid the little, sperm-covered dress in the 
bottom of my suitcase, and phoned for something to eat. I lay back down on 
the bed and called my mother. It was almost nine by then and I arranged to 
meet her at a restaurant at twelve thirty. 

My breakfast came after I hung up and I yelled at the guy to bring it in. I 
got a very nice looking waiter, dark and foreign looking. I sort of made him 
nervous lying there naked on the bed, so I signed the paper and ran my hand 
up his leg. 

"Anything else, ma'am," he said with a thick sexy accent. I looked under the 
lid of the tray he had brought in. "Yes, I'd like to suck your cock." 

He smiled lewdly and went over to the door and locked it. He came back and 
stood in front of me and opened his tight black pants. He didn't have any 
underwear on and I could see his prick, limp and hanging over his huge 
balls. It was fat and long and uncircumcised. I leaned up and pushed the 
skin back and licked the head. I nibbled at the hole and put each of his 
balls in my mouth and I ran my fingers around his buttocks and pulled him 
towards me by the ass. He held my head and pushed his prick into my mouth. 
He was starting to get much harder and I just shut my eyes and sucked as he 
pushed in and out. I pulled hard at his ass and he climbed on the bed over 
me. I dug my nails into his ass and he fucked my mouth furiously. He came 
really hard, throwing his chest back and bucking his hips into me, my mouth 
overflowed with masses of hot cream and he moaned and collapsed on top of 
me. I leaned my head back and let his delicious come slide down my throat. 
My body pressed underneath him. Eventually, he stood up, a big smile on his 
face; and pulled his pants back up over his dark, oily thighs and carefully 
put his shrunken prick back inside them. 

"You gonna pay me," he said. I was a bit surprised, but I said, "Oh sure, 
over there on the table." 

He went over and took a ten and turned around to watch me still licking at 
my lips. 

"You liked that?" he said. 

"Oh sure. It was great," I mumbled. 

"You staying long?" he asked. 

"Yes," I was surprised by that answer. 

"I can get you work if you like," he said. "You don't have to pay for doing 
that." 

"Well, maybe. I'll call you," I mumbled and he went away. 

I woke up when my mother called me from the restaurant I was supposed to 
meet her at and I told her I was sick. I was. She was very concerned and 
decided to rush over and I knew that wasn't going to make me feel much 
better so I got out of bed and got dressed. I really wanted to leave. My 
mother thought I looked terrible and she made reservations for us to return 
home immediately. I went along with the packing and the trip to the airport 
and I even got on the plane and the next thing I knew I was back in 
Smithtown, sitting in my room being sick. I couldn't stand it. 

The next day I went for a walk after dinner. Where my parents live is out in 
the suburbs. There's a freeway that takes you into the city. It also takes 
you out of the city, depending on which side you get on. Where the entrance 
and exit are there is a shopping center and I walked in that direction. In 
the shopping center parking lot there is a crumby drive-in that I would have 
ignored except a bunch of really wild looking guys, bikers actually, were 
parked outside it eating and scaring all the other customers. I wasn't 
afraid. I was fascinated. 

I went over and had a milk shake and sat inside by the window watching them. 
They were really neat looking guys, in their denim jeans and leather jackets 
and long hair. One of them saw me watching and motioned with his head for me 
to come out. I decided it would be just what I needed for my "illness" and I 
walked out just as they were all starting up their bikes and revving them. 
The noise was tremendous. I walked over to the guy who had called me and he 
motioned again for me to get on the seat behind him. I did and wrapped my 
arms around his fantastic body. The bike was huge and it went really fast 
down the highway, out of the city. I was really scared but excited too. The 
biker was also huge, his bulging thighs straddled the leather seat and I 
hung on to him tightly. About half an hour later everyone turned off where 
there was a park with a man-made beach and campgrounds. My ears were buzzing 
and I was really cold, so I was glad, besides, what else could happen? 

It was really early in the season so here was no one around the park except 
about fifty more bikers, a whole gang. They had a fire going and lots of 
beer and they sort of scared me. The guy I was riding with jumped off and 
gave me a big smile. He was dark and husky and his face was handsome and 
tough looking. A really wild looking guy. He went and got about six beers 
out of a case and then grabbed my arm and a sleeping bag and led me a little 
ways down the beach. He dropped the beer and the sleeping bag and I knelt on 
it beside him. 

He opened a beer with an opener hanging from his belt and passed it to me. 
He opened one for himself and leaning back drank the whole thing at once and 
threw the empty bottle in the bush. It was amazing. He opened another one 
and lay back; opening his jacket and running his hand under his shirt, 
across his stomach and chest. It was so big and chunky I just melted 
watching him. He watched me watch and smiled and spread his legs apart and 
drank the next bottle down in one guzzle. I started to drink mine a bit 
faster, I thought I might need it and we just sat there. He finished off a 
couple more and then he pulled his shirt up and rubbed his stomach. It was 
covered with hairs and really dark. I was so excited I reached out and ran 
my hand over it too. He smiled and moved my hand away and then he began to 
slowly unbuckle his jeans and open them. I pulled his fly down and reached 
in. He didn't have any underwear on and I felt his bushy hair immediately 
and it sent shivers through me. I reached in further for his prick, and 
gasped and made him laugh. It was a great big long prick, thick and not even 
hard yet. I leaned over closer to it and he reached for my breasts and began 
to squeeze them and pinch them hard between his fingers. I was wearing a 
light blouse and bra both of which he tore open with easy yanks that pulled 
me off balance and made him laugh. He guzzled the last beer and then held 
out what was left in it for me. I reached and he laughed and poured it all 
over his crotch. I leaned over him and immediately he grabbed my hair and 
forced me down over it. I licked all over, through his matted hair to his 
huge balls and along his great rod which I held in both hands as it swelled 
and hardened and eventually stood up straight and bigger than any I've ever 
seen. I opened my pants and pushed them over my hips and lay back shivering 
as his huge body moved over me. 

He wrenched my legs apart with his knee and rammed his fingers into my cunt. 
I gasped and went stiff and writhed around and clutched at him as he 
replaced his hand with his cock. I screamed as he filled me with his mass 
and rammed his big hips against me clutching at his hard body and moving 
with him to a beautiful climax. Afterwards, I lost contact and it went on 
until he exploded inside me and moved off. He made me go get more beer. I 
had to go over to where all the other guys were sitting around the fire. 
They grabbed at me and mauled my breasts. I had to run back to the sleeping 
bag and the big fucker who lay laughing at me; his legs spread and his hand 
on the long soft cock. He held it up to me and pushed my face down over it 
while opening the beer. 

I licked all over it again and took his big heavy balls in my mouth one by 
one and gently squeezed them. I ran my tongue up his prick, it got harder as 
I did and then I enveloped the big head of it with my lips and ran my tongue 
around the hole at the top. He spread his legs wide and pushed my face down 
over it, up and down; choking me and making it stiff again. He flexed his 
hips, driving all the way into my mouth, down my throat. I gagged and bit 
him which made him ram it in and out as hard as he could and maul at my 
flesh with his big hands and then he shot off, his come was beautiful and 
sticky. I let it run all over and between my lips and I licked it all up and 
swallowed it slowly while his prick got limp again. He lay watching me eat 
it and smiled at me. Then he lay back and made me spread out the sleeping 
bag and we took off all his clothes and mine and got into it. It was really 
cold so I crawled right in and pressed myself against his big body. It made 
me very comfortable and warm. I fell asleep. 

The next morning it took me a while to figure out what was happening, but I 
was delighted to recall the big body I was pressed against. I got all 
excited and began to lick and kiss his hard chest. Then I moved down to his 
beautiful long cock. I loved it. It got hard as soon as I kissed it. I 
opened wide and took it in my mouth and sucked gently. He woke up and moved 
over on top of me on his knees and I pushed myself flat underneath him and 
pulled his big prick down and spread my cunt open with it. My finger crawled 
around his wide buttocks and I pulled at his hard ass. I could see his prick 
plunge a mile into me, I was still inside the sleeping bag, his chest 
pressed against my face. I came again, it was really good and he went on 
slowly for a long time. I couldn't move by the time he shot into me. I lay 
there limp as he crawled out over me, his stomach, then prick and balls and 
legs dragging over me. I ran my fingers around my gushing cunt and licked 
them. Finally, I crawled up a bit and pushed my head out blinking from the 
light and the sight of the dirty gravel beach I was lying on. He was 
standing about two feet away from me, his legs spread and water gushing out 
of his cock. When he saw me he pointed his prick in my direction, spraying 
my face with pee. 

I pulled myself up to it by his legs, my face and hair were soaked with 
steaming urine. I wanted to taste it and I opened my mouth and took the head 
of him in; the pee swirled around and poured out of my mouth down my chin 
and chest. It tasted horrible and salty but I loved doing it; I felt so 
dirty and turned on. I swallowed the last drops and sucked him for a while 
again, clutching his ass and pulling him into me. He pumped in and out but 
he didn't come again; eventually he took it out and let me kiss it while he 
pulled his jeans in over his bulging thighs. Then he disengaged himself from 
my lips and carefully put his hard mass of cock and balls inside and pulled 
the zipper up tightly over the huge lump. 

Through it all I felt very satisfied and suddenly, I knew that I had found 
my milieu, my sexual place in life! 


THE END
