This story is true but unfortuantely it did not happen to me. It happened to a friend of mine, Ann, and her husband, Ken, this spring (2012) in a suburb of a large European city. They had gone there for a week of her business and then some vacation time. This happened at the conclusion of the week's business. She told me about it in great detail and we both relished her telling. I have chosen to write it in the first person simply because it is easier for me and I think conveys more feeling to the reader. The names are changed to protect the players. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did ... Continue»
Part Eight of Pam and Ethan's sexual exploits
Pam was panting hard. Her lungs burned. She bent over with her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath. Debbie was bent over beside her, panting just as hard. She collapsed on her back in the grass by the track, covering her face with her hands. None of the other k**s was around. The rest of the class had already gone into the locker rooms.
"That... bitch... I'll kill... her," Debbie said between heavy breaths.
Pam just nodded.
The bell rang and Debbie sat up.
"Shit. I knew she would make us late. I hate when she does that."
Pam didn't have enough breath to answer. She just followed Debbie back across the field to the gym doors and the girl's locker room. Her legs were tight and sore and she moved slowly. Debbie already had her locker open. Pam dialed the combination on the lock, opened her locker and sat on the bench.
"If Franklin ever makes us run a mile again I'm gonna make myself puke so I can, like, get out of it," Debbie said. She peeled off her blue t-shirt and threw it in her gym bag.
Pam stood up slowly. Her legs ached. She took off her own shirt and put it in her gym bag. She took out the clean towel and set it aside on the bench. Debbie stripped out of her shorts and shoes like she was in a hurry. Pam took her time. It was after three and school was over and the only thing she had to do for the rest of the day was homework.
The rest of the locker room was empty and quiet, except for the soft hiss of water from the showers. At least one other person was in the locker room. Pam hoped it wasn't Miss Franklin. The last thing she wanted to see was her naked ass. Besides, some of the girls said she was a dyke, whatever that meant.
Debbie wrapped her towel around her body, tucked in the corner and shut her locker.
"You got any homework tonight?" she said.
"Yeah. Math, of course."
Debbie rolled her eyes. "How did I know?"
Pam pushed her shorts and underwear down, stuffed them in the locker and wrapped the towel around her naked body. They walked together to the showers. Pam stepped carefully around the cold puddles of water.
The girl in the shower was Beth, the one on the girl's basketball team that everyone said was so good. She was washing herself with a bar of soap. Pam picked a shower next to Debbie, across from Beth, and turned on the hot water. She stood to the side. The water was usually way too hot and came out so hard it stung.
She glanced at Beth while she waited for the temperature to get more comfortable. She was rubbing her soapy hands over her boobs. She was very pretty and she had a beautiful body, but she seemed so stuck up. The other girls always said she was. They said she got all A's and she was going out with a guy who was in high school.
Beth rubbed her soapy hands over her belly and looked up. Pam looked away quickly. She didn't want Beth to think she was staring. She looked at Debbie, who was rinsing her long, dark hair under the water. She had a beautiful body, too, but Beth was so well developed. Her boobs were rounder and stuck out more than Debbie's, and she was so tall, like a real woman.
She also had a real boyfriend. Pam soaked herself under the hot water and turned the bar of soap in her hands. It must have been so great to have a boyfriend like that.
Beth washed her hair. Pam liked the way the water glistened on her skin, and the way she rubbed her hands on her body. She washed the soap out of her hair, rinsed her body down, turned off the water and walked out of the shower without looking at her or Debbie.
"What a bitch," Debbie said in a low voice. "She's got a fat ass, too."
Pam glanced at Beth. She stopped to pick up her towel and wrapped it around herself. Pam frowned. She had a nice ass. Debbie didn't really think it was fat, did she?
Debbie finished her shower first. Pam lingered a minute or two longer. She enjoyed the way the hot water soothed her sore shoulders and stung her nipples. The touch of a man's rough hand would feel better, but the water would have to do.
Debbie wrapped her wet hair in the towel and put her hands on her hips.
"Come on, let's go. I wanna get the hell out of here," she said.
Pam shut off the water. The showers were suddenly quiet, except for the soft drip of water that echoed off the tiled walls.
Pam wrapped the towel around her body. Debbie came out naked, pink and damp from the warm shower. Her nipples were rosy red, her skin glowed and her breasts jiggled when she walked. She seemed so comfortable with her body, like she wanted people to see her naked.
Pam finished drying her hair at her locker. She put on her panties and bra, but Debbie took her time drying off. She bent over to dry her legs and stuck her ass way out.
"What are you gonna do tonight?" Pam said.
Debbie rubbed her nipples with the towel, her eyes turned up to the ceiling. She flipped the towel over her shoulders and dried her back, letting her boobs shake.
"I'm gonna go out tonight, find a guy with a car, make him out with him, then I'll like, tell him to take me someplace we can be alone like Lathrup or someplace and I'm gonna let him fuck me 'cause it's been like, a week since I got laid and I can't stand it anymore."
"You'll just let any guy love you?" Pam said. She sat on the bench to put on her socks.
Debbie shrugged. "Sure, what's the difference? As long as he's got like, a hard dick, I don't care who he is." She stuffed the towel into her bag and took out her panties. "What are you doing tonight?"
"Oh yeah." Debbie pulled her panties up. The crotch fit snug over her mound and the back wedged between her ass cheeks. "Look, why don't you come over to my house with me? We can go out together. Hey, maybe we'll even fuck the same guy."
At Debbie's house, they dumped their books and gym bags on the sofa and went to the kitchen. Debbie turned on the small television hung to the wall over the round table. Pam leaned against the counter, her eyes fixed to the tv to see what came on. Debbie opened the refrigerator.
"Want a Pepsi?" Debbie said. She took out a can for herself and handed one to Pam.
She popped the can open and took a sip. Her eyes turned up to the television. Debbie changed the channel to the Jerry Springer show.
"Check this shit out," Debbie said. She tossed the remote on the counter. "I could be on this show. You could be on it, too."
"What is it?" Pam said. On the screen was a row of women and younger girls sitting on chairs on the stage.
"Check it out. I seen this one before. These girls are all like, the same age as us and they wanna have babies. Their Moms are like, so freaked out and shit."
"Did your Mom freak out when you got pregnant?" Pam said.
"Are you k**ding? She had a fucking cow."
"My Mom freaked out, too," Pam said, and sipped her pop.
Debbie chuckled. "My Mom grounded me. Can you believe that shit? She said I couldn't ever see boys again. Can you believe that? She is like, so stupid. I didn't have to go out to get knocked up. Gary did it for me right here in his own bedroom. Shit, my Mom and Dad were sl**ping in the next room when we did it."
"You really did it with your b*****r?" Pam said.
"Hell yeah. He's the one who got me pregnant. I bet the boy's gonna grow up to look just like him, too." Debbie chuckled again, shaking her head. "My Mom would shit bricks if she saw that."
Pam nodded and kept her eyes on the television.
"Your b*****r's pretty cute. What's his name?" Debbie said.
"Yeah, Ethan. You should sl**p with him."
Pam's mouth fell open and she stared at Debbie. Could she read her mind?
"I couldn't do that," Pam said.
"Why not? I sure would if he was my b*****r. He's pretty hot. And I bet he's got a big dick, too."
Debbie took a deep drink of her pop, tilting her head way back. Pam watched her throat working when she swallowed. Debbie couldn't possibly know what Ethan was like, she was sure. He was too good, not like her. She didn't want him to get spoiled by girls like Debbie. Pam hoped he waited. She wanted to be his first.
"Anyway, I never like to date guys from my own class. They're like, all too young and immature and all that. I like older guys," Debbie said, staring up at the ceiling with dreamy eyes.
"Why do you like older guys?" Pam said.
"'Cause they know how to kiss and how to fuck and they got cars and they can do more stuff." Debbie sighed. She set the pop can on the counter and crossed her arms. "I never fit in with other girls my own age, anyway. I mean you, you're cool because you been knocked up and you know. That makes you different. The other girls, they don't know."
"I don't know anyone else my own age," Pam said. She looked up at the tv again. The girls on the screen were all about her age, but they all looked so much more mature than she felt. One or two of them were already pregnant.
Debbie laughed. "I remember the day I snuck my Mom's garter belt and some stockings from her dresser and put them on when I got to school. That was when I was in seventh grade. A bunch of guys loved seeing me in that, a bunch of them."
"I got my cherry popped by one of my teachers, Mr. Garcia, in science."
Pam stared at her friend with wide eyes. Debbie seemed so grown up, so mature, like the girls on the television.
"I always sat in the front row in his class. I didn't even like, know I let my skirt rise up. I looked at him and he was like, sitting at his desk, staring at my legs. I spread my legs and the farther I spread them, the wider his eyes got."
"Did you get in trouble?" Pam said.
Debbie shook her head. "He made me stay after class and he took me to his office and like, lectured me on how I was dressed and before I knew it he was like, fucking me. It was so cool. I should have worn that garter a lot sooner."
Debbie was smiling. Her face was bright red.
"I didn't know what to expect. In the movies, fucking always looks so beautiful, you know what I mean? But I'm like, sitting on Mr. Garcia's lap getting fucked and I'm like, what's the big deal? It wasn't what I expected at all. It hurt a lot and I didn't really like it too much that first time. I guess I only did it because everyone was talking about it and how good it was."
Debbie's words faded. In her mind, Pam saw herself in Mr. Garcia's science class, sitting in the front row, wearing a short skirt with the garter belt and white stockings. Mr. Garcia was sitting at his desk, staring at her legs, and she felt tingly all over.
The bell rang and all the k**s around her jumped up from their desks.
"Pam, I want to see you after class," Mr. Garcia said.
Pam froze, clutching her science book to her chest. The other k**s walked past her, not even looking at her. Suddenly, she was frightened. Would he punish her?
She saw herself in his office, sitting in the wooden chair with her legs together and her hands on her knees. The straps of the garter belt came out from under the short skirt to the middle of her thighs, where they attached to the white stockings.
Mr. Garcia stood in front of her, his hands on his hips. In the front of his pants she saw a fat bulge stretching out. She took a deep breath and blinked several times.
"Show me what you're wearing, Pam," Mr. Garcia said.
Pam hesitated. She was breathing hard. Her hands glided up her thighs. She spread her legs and raised the skirt. The expression on Mr. Garcia's face remained fixed, but he was looking between her legs.
"Stand up and turn around," he said.
Pam stood up, staring into Mr. Garcia's eyes, and turned slowly, holding up her skirt.
"We have rules in this school about what k**s can wear. That is not allowed," he said, pointing at her legs.
Pam swallowed hard. "What do you want me to do?" she said. Her voice squeaked.
"Take off your panties."
She looked down at her panties, then back up to his eyes. He was serious. She pushed them down to her ankles and stepped out, lifting her right foot, then her left. She left them in a tiny pile at her feet. A cool breeze blew over the warm, damp area between her legs.
Mr. Garcia opened his pants and sat on the wooden chair. Pam's eyes bulged. He had a huge erection, as long and thick as Ethan's, sticking straight up between his hairy legs.
"Come here. Climb on," Mr. Garcia said.
Pam took a step toward him. She was trembling. She put her hands on his shoulders. Mr. Garcia's hands touched the flare of her slender hips. She lifted her leg over his lap. The tip of his long dick poked her in the ass. She reached down between her legs to spread her tender lips and lowered herself on Mr. Garcia's fat cock. The warm head split her open, stretching her hole, and she bit her lower lip. Mr. Garcia's hands squeezed her hips, pulling her down to his lap. His fat shank plunged into her tight body. She tilted her head back and groaned.
"You want a bologna sandwich?" Debbie said.
Pam blinked. "What?"
"Aren't you like, starving? I am. I'm gonna have a sandwich. Want one?" She held up a packet of bologna.
"Sure," Pam said. The bologna looked good. Her stomach growled.
"What do you want on it?"
"Mustard. And cheese," Pam said. She reached for the packet of cheese slices.
Debbie shivered. "You like mustard? I can't eat the stuff. Makes my mouth burn. I like mine with butter."
She used a knife to spread butter on two slices of bread. Pam squirted mustard on her bread, laid a slice of cheese and two slices of bologna over the mustard, put the sandwich together, cut it in half diagonally and took a bite. Debbie took a bit of her sandwich, licking the butter off her fingers.
"Sex always came naturally to me, like I was born to fuck, you know what I mean?" Debbie said.
"Sure. If I want sex, I can get it any time, with any guy I want. Sometimes I like to get fucked just because I'm horny, you know what I mean? Even if I don't like the guy, I'll fuck him if I'm horny enough. My Mom would just freak if she ever saw the way I like to pound myself on a b*****r's prick." She covered her mouth with her hand and laughed.
"Don't you worry about getting pregnant again?" Pam said.
"Sure, I mean, who doesn't?"
Debbie sighed and chewed the bite of her sandwich. Her cheek puffed out on the right side.
"I hate using condoms, don't you?" Debbie said.
Pam nodded, but didn't look in Debbie's eyes. She didn't want her friend to think she was stupid.
"I mean, you're all ready to fuck and then you gotta stop so the guy can put on a condom. When you're like, all horny and you been making out and the guy's got his pants down and you're like, holding his dick in your hand you don't worry about getting pregnant, you just wanna fuck, right?"
"Right," Pam said. "Do you like to lick on it, too?"
"I suck guys off all the time. Every guy I ever did it to told me I was the best they ever had."
"How many guys did you do it to?"
Debbie chuckled. "I can't count that many. I especially like to do it in the morning, you know, before school? 'Cause then like, I can taste them in my mouth all day."
"Do you like doing it like that?" Pam said.
"Sucking a dick? Are you k**ding? It's the best. Guys always make like, the funniest noises when you suck on their cocks. And then it feels so good in your mouth, you know? Especially when they shoot their stuff."
"Ugh. In your mouth?" Pam said. She put the other half of the sandwich down.
"Yeah. I remember this one time I got off when this guy just squirted his stuff in my mouth. Guys will do anything for you if you just blow them. I can always find a guy to come on my face, and he'll do anything for me after that."
Debbie snickered and nudged Pam with her elbow.
"There was this other time, like a year ago? I was like, at this party and there were these four guys from the football team there, like from high school? God, they were like, so big. Anyway, I was like, talking and flirting with them and I guess I had a little too much vodka 'cause like, I went to another room with all four of them and I was down on my knees sucking them off and they like, all shot their stuff on my face. I got it all over my face and my chin and in my hair and it went up my nose and got in my eye. You ever get come in your eye? It burns like hell. That was so wild. Would you let a guy come on your face like that?"
"I don't know," Pam said, shaking her head.
She picked up the sandwich again and took another bite. Would she?
Her eyes turned down to the floor, studying the pattern of the carpet between her feet. She saw herself at the party, flirting with four older guys, but instead of football players they were hockey players, the guys Ethan played hockey with in front of the house. She was flirting with one of the guys. She couldn't remember what his name was, but he was really tall and had gorgeous eyes and she had to look way up to see them. He told a joke and she giggled.
"Hey, you wanna go someplace else?" he said. He leaned close to her ear to be heard over the noise of the other people around them.
"Sure," Pam said.
He took her hand and led her through the crowd of noisy people, around the furniture and down a hallway. He opened a door to another room and they went in. The three other guys were there, and one of them was Ethan.
"What's going on?" Pam said.
She was suddenly nervous to be the only girl in a room with four older guys, but somehow she was sure Ethan would protect her.
"We're gonna have our own little party," the first one said.
He pulled Pam to him and kissed her. His hand slid down the curve of her back to her butt and squeezed. He pulled her tight against his body. She could feel his stiff thing, pushing through his jeans against her belly. She opened her mouth and let him plunge his tongue in.
He backed away a step and pulled down his zipper. Pam looked around. All four of the guys had their hands in their jeans, even Ethan, and pulled out their dicks. Pam sighed. They were beautiful, all of them, especially Ethan's, and his was the biggest.
"I wanna put it in my mouth," Pam said, and sunk to her knees in front of the first guy.
"I know you do," he said.
He put his hand on top of her head. She lifted his hard thing, opened her jaw wide and closed her lips around the swollen, red tip. He put his other hand on her head and moved her back and forth. She put her hands on his thighs. His stiff, hot thing slid in and out of her mouth, rubbing over her tongue, then he was spilling his stuff in her mouth. He pulled it out and squirted on her face.
Pam shivered. The warm stuff felt so good on her face. When he finished, she turned to the next guy and put his thing in her mouth. He did the same thing, shooting his stuff in her mouth, then on her face. The taste of it filled her mouth. She could feel the slimy, warm stuff sliding down her throat. It ran down her cheeks, dripped from her forehead and was stuck in her hair.
The third guy shot his stuff on her face, too. Pam squealed. It dripped on her chest and soaked into her blouse. How would she explain those stains to Mom?
Ethan was the only one left. He was smiling at her. His long, thick shaft stuck out of the hole in his jeans. She crawled to him on her knees. He was speaking to her, but she couldn't hear his words. His mouth was moving. What was he saying?
She put her hand around his dick. It burned in her grasp. She rubbed her hand from end to end. The tips of her fingers would not go all the way around. She raised it so she could look directly at the tiny hole in the tip. That was where his juice came out. She opened her mouth wide, as wide as she could, closed her eyes, leaned forward...
"I'm bored with this. Let's go watch tv in my room," Debbie said.
She dumped what was left of her sandwich on the counter with the other stuff. Pam took one last bite of her sandwich and went with Debbie to her room. Debbie turned on the television on the table by the window and put it on the same channel with the Jerry Springer show. Pam sat on the edge of her bed. Debbie stood at her dresser and touched up her mascara, leaning over the dresser to see her eyelashes in the mirror.
"Which way do you like to do it best?" Pam said.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, you know, when you're doing love?" Pam said. Her face grew warm. She crossed her legs at the ankles.
"Oh, you mean what position?"
Debbie leaned on the dresser with her elbow.
"It's nice to have a man on top of me like, pushing my legs apart, you know? But I like to be on top so I can see the guy's face when he's coming inside me. I like to be in control 'cause it drives guys nuts and I know how to do it, too." She giggled. Her hand came up and rubbed her nipple through her shirt, like she didn't know what she was doing. "I love the look on a guy's face just before he gets off inside me. They look so funny. It makes me come so hard, you know what I mean?"
Pam smiled, but she was trying to figure out if she knew what Debbie meant. Did she ever do it with a guy on top? There was that one time with Todd, but she couldn't remember the look on his face. His room was too dark that night.
"I don't trust guys to do it to me dog style," Debbie said.
"What's dog style?" Pam said.
"You know, from behind? On your hands and knees? You ever do it that way?"
Pam shook her head. She could not picture herself on her hands and knees with a guy behind her. It sounded so obscene.
"You're lucky. Guys always wanna stick it up your ass and I don't go for that shit."
"That sounds like it would really hurt," Pam said.
"No shit it hurts, hurts like hell. I don't go for that shit, not in this ass."
She laughed. Pam laughed with her.
"I know this guy though, who knows how to do it right. He used to go out with my s****r? Before she got married? He used to bend me over on his bed and put it in me from behind. He could like, get me off every time and he would hold off and hold off and when he came he just filled me up."
"What happened to him?" Pam said.
Debbie shrugged. "My s****r broke up with him. She thought he was sl**ping around with other chicks. He was, too. He was sl**ping with me."
"Wow. That's so bad," Pam said.
"Tell me about it. Then there was this thing he used to do? He used to like to tan the hide off me. He was like, this really big guy, you know, big hands, big prick?" She held her hands apart as if she was measuring him. "He used to love to stick it down my throat and smack my ass at the same time. He like, sits in his favorite chair to watch football or some shit and I get down and swallow his dick. He strips my panties off and smacks my ass with those big hands and tells me how bad I been." Debbie shivered. "God I used to love it when he did that. Every time he hits my ass it f***es his cock a bit deeper down my throat. Can you dig that? Then when he comes he like, shoots it right in my tummy."
Pam's eyes narrowed. How much of what Debbie told her was the truth?
"Anyway, that was a long time ago. I don't do that shit too much any more. I don't know too many guys with dicks that big," Debbie said.
"I thought you knew a lot of guys with long dicks."
Debbie shrugged. "I know a lot of guys, not too many with long dicks, a dick long enough to go right down my throat," Debbie said, rubbing the front of her neck.
Pam laid back on the bed and rubbed her knees together.
"I wish I could love a guy with a long dick. I'd put it in my mouth like that. I'd let him put his stuff on my face, too."
"I know a guy. He's my b*****r's friend. We can call him, see what he's doing," Debbie said.
"Does he have a long thing?"
Debbie shrugged again. "I heard he's like, really big. I never fucked him, though."
"Do you know his number?"
"Sure. My b*****r's got it."
Pam shifted on the bed. "I'm not sure if we should."
"What are you so scared of? You wanna get laid, don't you?" Debbie said.
"Then let's call him."
Debbie dashed out of the room and came back with a card from a phone listing. She plopped on the bed beside Pam, picked up the phone and dialed. Pam watched, holding her breath. Debbie grinned.
"Is Jim there? Sorry," Debbie said and slammed the phone down. "Wrong number. Oh my God, that was so embarrassing." She covered her mouth and squealed.
Pam rolled on her belly, laughing. Debbie picked up the phone and dialed again, reading the numbers out loud.
"I'll get it right this time," Debbie said.
"Is it ringing?"
"Yeah, it's ringing."
From the earpiece up to Debbie's ear, Pam heard a guy's voice answer. Debbie clapped her hand over the mouthpiece and gasped.
"It's him," she said.
Pam crawled next to Debbie, who held the phone away from her ear so they could both hear. Debbie took a deep breath.
"Hey Jim. I wanna jump your bones," Debbie said.
They covered their mouths and giggled silently.
"Who is this?" the voice said over the phone.
"It's Debbie Holtz? Gary's s****r?"
"Yeah, I remember you. You're cute," he said.
"My friend is with me," Debbie said.
"What's her name?"
"My name's Pam," Pam said quickly. She smiled at Debbie.
"You sound cute. How old are you?" Jim said.
"I think you're a fox. I wanna do it with you," Debbie said.
"Is that right?"
"I wanna do it with you, too," Pam said.
"No problem. I'll do it with both of you. Are you virgins?" Jim said.
Pam pressed her hand over the mouthpiece and lowered her voice to a whisper.
"Ask him about his dick," she said.
"All right, all right," Debbie said, also whispering. She pried Pam's hand from the phone. "Hey Jim, I heard you got a big dick. Is that true?"
"You heard that, huh?"
"Is it really big?" Pam said.
"What do you think is big?"
Pam imagined Ethan's cock. His was huge, but how could she describe that?
"Eight inches, that's a big dick," Debbie said.
"Mine is nine inches."
"No way. Are you k**ding?"
"Is it hard right now?" Pam said.
They heard him chuckle over the phone. "Oh yeah, it's real hard."
"Are you touching it?" Debbie said.
"Am I touching it?"
"Yeah. Take it out for me."
"Hold on," Jim said. For a few seconds there was a pause. "Ok, it's out now."
"Are you rubbing it?" Pam said.
"Yeah. I'm rubbing it real slow."
Pam and Debbie giggled together into the phone.
"I wanna give you a blowjob," Pam said.
"Yeah, me too. I'm dying to suck your cock," Debbie said.
"Why don't you girls come over tonight? You can suck it right now," Jim said.
"You mean it?"
"Yeah. I'm having a party. Some people are coming over. Why don't you two come over?"
"We'll be there," Debbie said.
"Great. See you in a bit," Jim said and hung up.
Debbie put the phone down. "God, this is gonna be so great," she said.
Pam bit her lower lip. Debbie looked at her.
"What's wrong?" Debbie said.
"I don't know if we should go to a party with a lot of older people."
Debbie laughed. "Is that what you're nervous about? Jim Nichols is like, beautiful and he's got a big dick and he's gonna ball our brains out. Isn't that all you care about?"
"I guess so."
Debbie put her hands on Pam's knees. "So let's go so we can find out what he's got in his pants."
Pam smiled. "Ok."
Debbie hopped off the bed, took off her shirt and unfastened her bra.
"Are you gonna change?" Pam said.
"No. I'm just taking off my bra."
"You're not gonna wear one?"
Debbie tossed the bra on her dresser.
"Not tonight. I don't wanna have to bother with it when Jim feels me up."
Debbie bent over and opened the top buttons of Pam's blouse.
"What are you doing?" Pam said.
Debbie put her hands on her hips. "You wanna get laid, don't you?"
"Yeah, of course."
"Then you should show some of your tits."
Debbie peeled the top of her blouse open again. Pam crawled off the bed and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes opened wide.
"You look hot. You're really gonna turn Jim on," Debbie said.
Pam cupped her hands under her boobs and squeezed them together. They looked like they would bust out of her bra. She didn't realize they got so big. She looked so grown up.
"I swear, if Jim don't wanna get in your pants when he sees you like that, I'll like, eat you out myself," Debbie said.
Pam grinned at her reflection and pulled the top of her blouse open.
"Hi, Jim. You wanna come on my face?" she said.
* * * *
Dawn held tightly to the roll bar of the Jeep. The chilly night air whipped around her, blowing her hair in her face and making her shiver. Iris drove the Jeep like a maniac, shooting way too fast up and down the streets. She turned onto the main street, squealing the tires, zipped through a yellow light and raced out of town at a frightening speed.
Some rap song blasted out of the radio. Iris and Sue were talking in the front seat, but Dawn couldn't hear them over the noise of the music and the wind. Beside her, Julie was laughing and singing out loud along with the song. Dawn pulled strands of hair out of her mouth and held on.
A few miles outside of town, Iris slowed the Jeep. She leaned forward over the steering wheel, driving close to the edge of the highway.
"I can never find that fucking dirt road in the dark. I don't know how many times I drove right past it," Iris said. She looked at Sue and they giggled.
Iris wheeled the Jeep off the highway onto a dirt road and blasted into the forest.
"Isn't this so exciting?" Julie said. She was leaning across the seat to shout in Dawn's ear.
"What?" Dawn shouted back.
"You know, going to the house to do the deed."
Julie looked puzzled. "Didn't Iris tell you about it?"
Dawn shook her head. "She just said we were going out."
Julie smiled and touched her knee.
"You'll like it. We're gonna have a good time."
Dawn looked away, into the darkness of the trees and the narrow dirt road ahead. What the hell was she talking about?
The dirt road became twisty, winding through the thick trees. Iris slowed again and the cold, blowing wind died down.
"Is Ethan McCullen gonna be there?" Sue said.
"I'm sure he is. Darien told me he was gonna bring him tonight," Iris said.
Sue combed her fingers through her golden hair.
"I want to be the first one with the Horse. I'm gonna make it so good for him," she said.
"I already beat you to it," Iris said.
Sue looked at her with her mouth hanging open.
"No way," she said.
Iris just grinned and nodded.
"How was he? Is it true what Darien said about him?" Julie said, leaning forward to the front seat.
Iris rolled her eyes. "Oh my God, it was the best. You're gonna love it when you try him on."
"What's the horse?" Dawn said.
All three girls looked at her.
"Ethan McCullen, you know him?" Sue said, looking back from her front seat.
Dawn shook her head.
"He's the new k** on the hockey team, the sophomore?"
"Yeah," Julie said, with a wide grin.
"Why do you call him the Horse?" Dawn said.
The girls all looked at each other and giggled.
"You'll find out," Iris said.
The forest ended. They were on the other side, driving past some old, shabby houses. There were no streetlights, only a few lights inside the houses. The Jeep was quiet. They drove to the end of the road, where three or four cars were parked and a bunch of guys were standing around. Right away, Dawn recognized Darien's Camaro.
Beyond where the cars were parked was an old, dark, creepy house with boarded up windows. Iris stopped the Jeep next to the cars and shut off the motor.
"What are we doing here?" Dawn said.
Iris looked over her shoulder. "We're here to fuck."
"What?" Dawn said, but the girls had already jumped out of the Jeep.
The guys gathered around them. Most had beers, some had cigarettes. Dawn recognized them from the hockey team, all except one guy, who was leaning against Darien's car. She watched him out of the corner of her eye. Was he the new guy? He was kind of cute. But what was so special about him?
"Hey Dawn, you made it. That's cool. Are you gonna join the club tonight, too?" Vic said, and handed her a bottle of beer.
"What club?" Dawn said.
She looked around. Julie was still beside her. Iris and Sue had gone off with some of the other guys.
"You know, our little club we got going on here. I remembered to bring condoms tonight," Vic said with a fat grin.
"You won't need them. We're on the pill," Julie said.
"Cool." Vic grinned wider and took a long drink from his beer.
Dawn panicked. She leaned close to Julie's ear and lowered her voice.
"I need to talk to you," she said.
"Sure." Julie took her hand and they walked around to the back of the Jeep. "What's up?"
"I'm not on the pill. Iris didn't say anything about having sex tonight," Dawn said.
Julie grinned. "Yeah, we come out to fuck the guys before their games. We're good luck for them. Makes them play better."
"You have sex with all these guys?"
Julie shrugged. "There's only twelve of them. That's four guys for each girl, except one night I did seven of them myself. Unless you wanna fuck a couple of them. Do you?"
"I don't know. Do they expect me to?" Dawn said.
"Oh please. We're not like that. You don't want to, you don't got to. It's cool. You see a guy you like and you wanna bang his brains out, go ahead. You see anything else you like, you just let me know, ok?" Julie said.
Her hand touched Dawn's hip. She walked around the Jeep to join the other guys, swinging her hips side to side.
Standing in the middle of four or five guys, Sue had a cigarette in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other. Iris was with another group of guys, dancing face to face with Ray, who had his hands on her ass. They danced very close, grinding their hips together.
"So Dawn, Iris tells me you wanna join our club," Darien said.
He came up behind her and slipped his hand around her waist.
"I don't know, Darien."
"Don't know what?" His hand moved up her waist to her side. The tips of his fingers grazed her breast.
"I don't know if that's what I want to do," she said.
Darien hugged her to his side and leaned close to her ear. On his breath she smelled the beer.
"Listen, why don't you just do it with me? You know I'll take care of you," he said.
Dawn pushed him away. "I'll think about it, Darien. Who's that guy?" she said, and pointed to the guy standing alone by the Camaro with his hands in his pockets.
"Him? That's Ethan. This is his first night in the club, too."
"Is he the one they call Horse?"
Darien chuckled. "Yeah, he is."
"Why do you call him that?"
"Why don't you go ask him? I'm sure he'd be glad to show you," Darien said. He smacked her ass and drank from his beer.
She walked up to the cute guy standing by himself, holding her beer in front of her with both hands. He watched her coming.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi," he said and smiled. He had a cute smile.
"Are you on the team, too?"
"Yeah. This is my first year."
"Darien told me your name's Ethan McCullen. Is that right?" she said.
"That's right. What's your name?"
"You're pretty cute."
"Thanks," she said, and smiled. Could he see her face turning red in the dim light?
"You want another beer? Scott has more in the trunk of his car," Ethan said.
Dawn followed Ethan to Scott's car, where the trunk was open. He opened the cooler and handed her another bottle.
"Thanks." She twisted the cap off. Already, she had drank more beer than she was used to. Should she stop before she had too much?
From the other side of the parked cars, all the guys hooted and cheered. Dawn and Ethan turned to look at the same time. Sue was walking with one of the guys up the front steps of the old house. His hand was stuck down the back of her slacks.
"Where are they going?" Dawn said.
"I don't know."
"They're going to fuck," Scott said. He cracked the tab off a can of beer and poured it down his throat.
Dawn shivered. It was really happening. Her friends were really going to do this, have sex with so many guys all at once. She glanced at Ethan. He was watching them go into the house, too, with a shocked look on his face like she felt.
She took a drink of her beer. There was something about his guy that Darien and Iris weren't telling her. She wanted to find out. Ordinarily, she would be too embarrassed to ask, but the beer was making her feel funny. She leaned back against the car and smiled at him.
"Are you going in there too?" she said.
"Huh? Oh. I don't know. I guess so."
His face turned bright red. Dawn could see it, even in that dim light.
"Who do you wanna go in there with?"
Ethan stared at her, looking hopeful. He looked away.
"I don't know. Iris, I guess."
Dawn nodded. "Did you really fuck her once already?"
Ethan cleared his throat and turned his eyes down to his feet, kicking at the dirt.
He looked around like he was anxious to get away. Iris was standing with Darien by his Camaro, smoking a cigarette. Ethan was looking their way.
"Ethan? Why do they call you Horse?" she said.
"What?" His head swivelled around to look at her.
On the other side of the car, Scott laughed.
"Dude, why don't you show her?" he said.
"Not here." Ethan's face turned red again.
"Show me what?" Dawn said.
Scott leaned against the car beside her, rocking the car. He pointed at Ethan with the beer can in his hand.
"His dick. This dude is hung like a horse," Scott said. He belched and laughed out loud.
Ethan looked away again.
Dawn repeated the words in her head. He was hung like a horse. Of course. It made sense now. She saw a horse's dick one time on a farm. She gasped and covered her mouth with her hand when she recalled that day. Ethan wasn't looking at her. She stared at him with wide eyes. It was hard to believe a guy as cute as this guy could have a cock that big.
She looked down at the front of his jeans to see if it was true. Even though it was dark, she could see the outline of a long, thick bulge down the leg of his jeans.
"I think I'd better go," Ethan said, and turned away.
Scott grabbed his arm.
"Dude, she's gonna see it anyway. Whip it out, show it to us," he said.
Ethan looked around again. The three of them were alone by Scott's car. Ethan was shaking. Dawn frowned. She felt terrible for putting him in that spot.
"Ok, I guess, but not here," Ethan said in a low voice. He led them around to the other side of the car, out of sight of the others.
Dawn's hands were clasped together. Her mouth was watering. She couldn't take her eyes off the front of his jeans. The light from the moon was more direct on that side of the car, and she could clearly see the bulge in his jeans.
His hand unzipped his jeans. Dawn held her breath. Her heart was pounding. Ethan reached in and pulled out the longest, thickest, hardest cock she had ever seen.
Dawn's mouth fell open. It hung between his legs, almost to his knees, like a long, fleshy hose carelessly attached to his lower abdomen.
"Oh my God. I never knew a guy could be that big," Dawn said.
"That's why we call the man the Horse," Scott said, and slapped Ethan's shoulder. "That there is a cock to be proud of."
"Thanks," Ethan said with an embarrassed grin.
"Can I touch it?" Dawn said.
Ethan shrugged. "Sure, I guess."
She reached out and closed her fingers around the thick shaft.
"God, it's burning up," she said. She moved her hand slowly up and down the shaft. Ethan moaned from the back of his throat. "Does that feel good?"
"Oh yeah. Keep doing that."
"Why don't you blow him?" Scott said.
They both looked at him.
"Should I?" Dawn said.
"Why not? You're gonna fuck him, aren't you? Isn't that why you're here?" Scott said.
Dawn looked up at Ethan.
"I'd love it if you did," he said.
Dawn crouched in front of him, holding his cock straight out with both hands, pointed at her face.
"I don't think I can get it in my mouth," she said.
"Come on baby, give it a try," Scott said.
Dawn swallowed hard. Her hand was pumping the huge cock. What if she choked on it? What if he came in her mouth? He could drown her.
"I can't believe Iris let you fuck her with this."
"Believe it," Iris said.
All three turned to look at her. She popped open the top of a beer can, took a long drink and wiped away a drop that spilled down her chin.
"He was the best I ever had. Better than you, dude," she said, and poked him in the ribs with her finger.
"Nobody's better than me. Once you had the best, you never go back, baby," Scott said with a grin and grabbed his crotch.
"Yeah, whatever," Iris said.
Dawn stood up quickly, letting Ethan's penis fall from her hand.
"What's the matter, can't you two wait until you get inside?" Iris said.
"Sorry," Dawn said.
"For what?" Ethan said as he was stuffing his cock back into his jeans.
Before he could pull up the zipper, Iris hooked her arm around his and slipped her other hand down the front of his jeans.
"Ethan's next if you wanna take him in," she said.
Dawn shook her head. She stared at Ethan's leg, where she could see Iris' hand moving over his cock like a mouse under his jeans.
"I'm not sure I can."
"Go for it, girl," Scott said with a nudge to her shoulder.
"That's fine. I been waiting to do it with this boy again. Come on, baby," Iris said and tugged Ethan by the hand.
Dawn watched them go up the steps into the house, where the first guy had just emerged, without Sue.
"Hey, you can still do it with me," Scott said, grinning.
"I don't think so."
Dawn walked away around the back of the car, her arms crossed and her head down. Iris' Jeep looked like a quiet place to hide for the rest of the night.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Julie said. She caught up and walked beside her.
Dawn smiled. "Nothing. I just wanna be alone for a bit."
Dawn stopped and glanced back at the house. The light of a candle flickered in one window, casting shadows that moved over the wall. Over the noise off the others, they heard a moan from that room.
She sighed. That should have been her in there, spreading her legs for Ethan and that beautiful penis.
Julie's hand slipped around her waist. Dawn's back stiffened. Her breath was warm on her neck.
"Too bad you didn't go in there with Ethan. You could have that dick inside you right now," Julie said. She moved in front of her and put both hands on her hips. "Next time you'll get another chance."
Julie nodded. "There's always another game."
Julie's hand tingled on her hips. She rocked them side to side.
"What do you mean?" Dawn glanced around. All the guys were watching them.
"You know what I mean."
Julie let her lips part and tilted her head. She leaned closer.
Dawn's heart pounded. She tried to lean away, but Julie's hands held tight. Dawn closed her eyes, opened her mouth and held her breath, waiting for the pressure of Julie's lips. They touched with a light smack and Dawn melted in her arms.
Julie's hands moved up and squeezed her boobs. Dawn kissed her back, pushing her tongue into Julie's mouth. This was much better than hiding in the Jeep.
The front door creaked when Iris pushed it open. She tugged Ethan's hand and he went inside with her, walking stiffly with his erection wedged in the leg of his jeans. Except for the glow from the room down the hall, the house was dark.
"Watch out for that hole," Iris said, pointing to the floor.
In the darkness, Ethan could just make out the jagged shape of a hole in the hardwood floor at his feet. He stepped away from the black pit.
Iris giggled and tugged his arm again.
"You're gonna love this," she said.
He had little choice but to follow her beautiful ass in those tight jeans down the hall. It was the other girl though, Dawn, who intrigued him. She looked really hot in her jeans, too. And he especially liked the way she was shocked by his dick. He smirked. Most girls had that reaction the first time they saw it, and he never got tired of seeing it.
The smell of come was strong before they even got to the room. On the floor was a mattress, and littered around the mattress were crushed cigarette butts and come stains on the bare hardwood floor. Sue was still on the mattress, laying on her back, naked except for her halter top, which was pushed up over her swollen breasts.
"That's Sue," Iris said.
Sue waved. "Hi Ethan. Why don't you show me what you got in your pants?" she said.
She let her legs spread apart. Her tiny pussy was moist and dripped with white come.
"You wanna give it to her?" Iris said.
The girls looked at each other and giggled.
"That's what she's here for, silly," Iris said.
Sue put her hands on the insides of her thighs and pushed them farther apart.
"Are you ready for it Ethan?" she said.
"Hold on, Mister," Iris said.
She got on her knees in front of him, unfastened his jeans and let them fall to the floor. His dick jumped out. Sue gasped.
"My, that's a nice looking tool, Ethan," she said. She sat up and stuck two fingers in her wet pussy.
Iris held his cock up and licked her lips.
"What are you doing?" Ethan said.
"This is for luck."
Iris put the end of his cock in her mouth. Ethan groaned. Her eyes were closed and her head moved back and forth. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth and ran down his shaft.
With a loud, wet smack, she sucked her mouth off. She and Sue looked at each other, grinning. Iris stood up, pumped his cock in one hand and kissed him, shoving her tongue into his mouth.
"I hope you have a good game tomorrow night," she said, and walked out with a quick wave to Sue.
Sue rolled over on the mattress and stuck her ass high in the air, her head on the pillow. She looked back at Ethan over her shoulder.
"Well? What would you like to do to me, Ethan?" she said, wiggling her hips.
A drop of white come ran down the back of her thigh. He hesitated. Could he put his thing in a girl after she already did it with another guy? The thought of getting another guy's stuff on his dick made him uneasy, but his cock throbbed painfully and he winced. There would be time to worry about that later.
Ethan shucked his shoes and jeans and walked to the mattress, his cock swinging in front of him. Towering over Sue on the wall was a flickering shadow, there for everyone outside to see, only this time it was his shadow.
He knelt on the mattress behind Sue, between her spread legs, and put his hand on her round ass. She had the tan lines of a thong bikini running up her backside from her crack.
Sue reached back and grabbed his cock.
"Easy with that thing, lover. I'm a tender girl back there," she said.
"I'm not gonna hurt you."
Sue giggled. "I bet you say that to all the girls."
Her tiny hand rubbed back and forth. Her fingers barely fit around the thick shaft. She was twisted around to look back at it, and her tongue licked her puffy lips.
"That feels really good," Ethan said. His voice was choked in his throat.
"You think that feels good, this is gonna feel a hell of a lot better."
Pulling him closer, she touched the end of his cock to her warm, wet opening. The warm sperm of the first guy smeared on the head of his cock. Ethan closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. Sue's pussy lips parted. The fat head sunk into her body. She groaned.
"Oh God, Ethan," she said. Her hands clenched into fists around the pillow.
"Does it hurt?" he said.
Sue nodded. Her eyes were squeezed shut.
"You make me feel like a virgin again," she said.
Ethan stroked her thighs and squeezed her around her slender waist.
"You think you can handle the rest of it?" he said.
Ethan shoved more of his cock into her tight cunt. Sue whimpered. The come that leaked out made her slippery, but her hole was still tight.
With about half his cock in her, Ethan paused. Sue was panting and trembling. He stroked the gentle curve of her sides to her breasts and squeezed. She lifted her head off the pillow.
"Fuck me, baby," she said in a low, soft voice.
Her hips rocked back, forcing more of his dick inside her. She gasped. Ethan leaned over her back, holding her boobs in both hands. Her head was twisted back and her tongue was stuck way out. Ethan kissed her, sucking her tongue into his mouth.
He pushed his hips forward. Sue moaned in his mouth. His dick worked deeper into her belly, a bit at a time. Sue's back arched. Her lips broke away from his.
"Oh God, Ethan. That feels so good," she said.
Her hips sunk to the mattress. Ethan flattened on top of her. His hips pumped hard, hammering his dick in her wet pussy. She was tight, tighter than Iris, tighter than Mrs. Thorn. Sue was a small girl and skinnier than either of them. He completely covered her when he lay on her back.
His orgasm built quickly. The entire length of his thick shaft was buried inside her tiny body. Her pussy was clamped around it and she was moaning and squealing. He couldn't stop himself.
With a low groan from deep within, he was coming. His body jerked and thrust forward again and again, rocking Sue's body. Inside her, his dick pulsed.
"Ooh Ethan, you're coming. I can feel it. I can feel it," she said.
His mouth was by her ear. She reached up and stroked his cheek. He lay on top of her, panting. The room was warm and he was sweating. They lay still for a long time, with only the flicker of the candlelight around them.
"That was nice, Ethan," Sue said.
"Your come's leaking out of my pussy. Can you feel it?"
"No, not really."
"It feels like a lot," Sue said. She wiggled her hips under him. "You're still hard. How come you're still hard?"
"I don't know. Isn't it supposed to be?"
Sue giggled. "Iris said you were good. She was right."
"What did she tell you about me?" Ethan said. He started pushing with his hips.
Sue looked back over her shoulder. "Not enough. You ready to do it again, baby? Most guys can't do it twice in one night."
"I'm not like most guys."
Sue chuckled. "I knew that when you dropped your pants. You wanna fuck my ass?"
Sue reached over to the short table by the mattress and picked up a jar of grease. She popped the lid off.
"Most of the guys on the team like to fuck my ass," she said, and handed him the jar.
Ethan looked at the grease in it. Groove marks showed where fingers had dug it out.
"What's this for?" he said.
Sue reached back with both hands and pulled her ass cheeks apart.
"Put some on my asshole. It'll make your dick go in easier. You better use a lot baby, 'cause it's gonna be a tight fit for you," she said.
Just an inch above where his dick was stuffed into her tight pussy, Sue's tiny pink hole puckered, as if waiting for him. His nose wrinkled. She really wanted him to touch her there?
"Go ahead. You'll like it. I promise," Sue said.
Ethan swallowed hard, stuck his fingers in the grease and scooped out a fat glob. With a disgusted sneer, he touched it to her hole and smeared it around.
"Mmm, that's it baby. Now fuck me there. Just go slow, ok?" Sue said.
Ethan pulled his cock out of her cunt with a wet sucking sound. The head popped out, followed by a gush of thick sperm that stained the mattress between Sue's legs. She groaned.
His dick was coated with sticky fluids, still hard as a rock. He raised it with one hand and aimed the head at Sue's tiny, greasy hole. She was quiet, panting. The head touched her there and she gasped.
"Oh yeah... oh yeah," she said over and over in a low voice.
Ethan pressed forward. Sue's tiny hole resisted and she squealed.
"Oh God, did I hurt you?" Ethan said.
Sue shook her head, but her face was twisted in pain.
"You don't have to stop baby. I get fucked back there all the time. It's just, you know, you're a little bigger than the other guys," she said. Her blue eyes looked at him and the corners of her mouth curled up.
"If you're sure."
She rested her head on the pillow. "Yeah, I'm sure baby, I'm sure."
Ethan pressed the head of his dick against the tight, puckered pink opening of her asshole again. Sue's eyes squeezed shut. She groaned through her clenched teeth. Her hole did not want to let him in. Ethan pushed harder.
"Ow... ow... ow," Sue said. Her face was buried in the pillow and her voice was muffled.
The tight ring blocking her hole finally gave way and the fat end of his dick popped inside her. Sue's head rose off the pillow.
"Ooo, that feels better. Now give me some more of that thing baby," she said.
Ethan slid his hands down her sides and squeezed her hips.
"How much do you want?" he said.
"Give me all you got, baby. We'll see how much room I got back there."
He pressed forward. His shaft sunk slowly into her tight hole. Sue groaned.
"More?" Ethan said.
Sue nodded, staring straight ahead at the wall. "More," she said.
Ethan pushed again. About half of his cock was buried inside her. Sue reached back and put her hand on his, where he was holding her hip. Her hand was shaking.
"That's enough baby. That's deep enough. It hurts a little. Just fuck me now Ethan, ok?" she said.
Her blue eyes pleaded with him. Was this something she really wanted? He stared into her blue eyes, then down at her ass, where his fat dick split her open. Outside, he could hear the voices and the music played on the car radio. They were waiting for him out there, all the guys on the team, and the girls, too. Darien seemed to have some sort of power over them.
"Ok," Ethan said.
He rubbed her hip and moved back and forth slowly. Sue's hand released his and she buried her face in the pillow again. Her hole tightened around his shaft, holding it in like a cork. Ethan's head tilted back and he groaned out loud. He pushed harder, sinking more of his dick into her.
"Oh yeah... oh yeah, that's good baby," Sue said.
Her hips pushed back against him. With both hands, she reached back again and spread her ass cheeks wider. His cock slipped an inch deeper and she gasped.
"Are you... gonna shoot your stuff... in me?" she said. Her voice was barely a gasp.
"Yeah. I wanna put it in you. Do you want it there?"
"Yeah... Yeah... Do it like that," Sue said. She squeezed her eyes shut and groaned.
Ethan pumped faster. He held her around her slender waist, pulling her back. Most of his dick was stuffed in her hole. She was warm and tight around him and squeezed over and over like she was milking his stuff out. Ethan thrust as hard as he could, then he was coming.
"Oh God, there it is," he said, with a deep groan.
His cock throbbed, spitting its stuff deep into her body. His body jerked with spasms, jabbing her back hole with his massive shaft.
He finally finished, after what seemed like a long time. He continued to pump with his hips, rocking slowly, stroking Sue's hips.
"Was that good? Did you like that?" he said.
She didn't answer. Her head lay on its side on the pillow. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open, leaking saliva.
"Sue? Are you all right?" he said.
He reached down and shook her shoulder, but she still didn't respond.
Ethan panicked, staring at her serene face. She was dead. He killed her. He looked down. His thick, white stuff was leaking out of her hole around his dick. He shook her shoulder again, praying that she wasn't dead.
He looked to the window. His heart was pounding. He should do something, or get someone to do something, but he was afraid to move. He wiped his forehead. What if someone came in and found him like that, with his hard dick wedged in her ass? They would know he killed her. How could he be so stupid?
Sue stirred. She moaned and licked her lips. Her eyes opened, looked around the room, and up at him over her shoulder.
"What happened?" she said, and swiped at the drool on her chin with the back of her hand.
"I don't know. You passed out, I think."
Sue blinked. "I did?"
"Yeah, I think."
She pushed herself up on her arms and looked back at her ass, where his cock was stuck in her hole. She smiled.
"And you're still fucking me. That's so sweet," she said.
She straightened up and kissed him over her shoulder, hooking her hand around his neck.
"You can take it out now. I gotta fuck someone else," she whispered.
"Yeah, I know," Ethan said, and nodded.
He pulled back with his hips. His dick slowly emerged from her back hole. The head popped out and a load of stuff ran down the back of her leg.
"Baby, you sure got a lot of come. It's gonna leave a stain in my jeans," she said. She reached back to her ass and rubbed it into her skin.
"How many guys are you gonna do it with tonight?"
Sue shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe all of them. Why, you wanna stick it to me again?" she said, and wiggled her ass.
Her eyes dropped to his hard, wet dick. He looked down at it, too. The grease and his own stuff made it shiny. Thick veins under the skin ran along its length like cables.
"I'd like to stick it in you a hundred times," he said.
Sue squeezed it in her hand and licked her lips.
"I don't know about all that, but maybe later you and me, we can get it on, you know what I mean, baby?"
The door to the bedroom opened. Together, they looked to see who came in. It was Troy, with a can of beer in his hand.
"Dude, what the fuck is taking you so long? Ain't you got your rocks off yet?" he said.
"Yeah, I'm done, I guess," Ethan said. He got off the mattress and pulled up his jeans.
"You're one to talk, Troy. Ethan here, he like fucked me twice," Sue said. She bent over and stuck her ass in the air.
Troy walked to the bed, unbuckling his belt, looking down between her legs.
"Shit dude, you got her good and sloppy. I'm gonna enjoy this."
Troy dropped his jeans and shorts and hopped on the mattress behind Sue, his hard dick sticking out in front of him. He grabbed her by her hips and yanked her back to him. Sue giggled, and when his dick disappeared in her pussy, she moaned.
Ethan went out and closed the door. From inside, he could hear Troy talking and Sue moaning. His own dick twitched, still stiff in the leg of his jeans. He pressed his hand on it and his knees felt weak.
Outside, the rest of the guys on the team seemed subdued. The music was not as loud. Most of the guys were gathered in groups around Iris and the other girl. None of them noticed him come out the old house.
Darien approached with a can of beer. He handed it to Ethan.
"Welcome to the club, dude. I think you're gonna like it here," he said.
"Yeah, I guess," Ethan said. He popped the can open and took a sip. He looked around at the guys s**ttered among the cars. Where was that other girl, Dawn? Maybe she'd like to talk some more.
"Who's in there with Sue?" Darien said.
"He won't be long. Not like you. What the hell were you doing in there, watching a movie?"
Ethan shrugged. "Nothing much."
Darien laughed. "Yeah, right. Nothing much. Dude, you still got a hard-on. It's not like you can hide that thing from anyone. Whatever you were doing in there, she must have got to you good."
Ethan smirked, looking down at the beer can.
"I think I'm the one who got to her," he said.
"Dude, you're gonna do all right," Darien said, and slapped his shoulder.
He joined a group of guys gathered around Iris. She was dancing with two guys, sandwiched between them, grinding to the music like they were having sex through their clothes. Ethan sighed and drank his beer.