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MARIE9

     If you read MARIE1 (or MARIE2, etc.) you know what to expect and if ì
such things offend you for any reason, this is a good time to erase the ì
file. This is based on interviews with a woman recounting almost a
quarter-century of sexual experiences and she's not an old woman;
you figure it out.
     Some names and a few locations have been changed and some
editing has been done for the sake of smoothness. Other than that,
this is what she had to say, based on her recollections and the
extensive and detailed diaries she's been keeping for many years.














CHAPTER NINE

     George's brother, on leave for the weekend, was home visiting his
family and soon-to-be-fiancee, so his entire family from all over Ohio
and Michigan was gathered there. That pretty much tied George up for the
weekend. What I didn't know was that in Michigan, he had this third- or
fourth-cousin about his own age who was a real beauty. Apparently, it
was love at first sight. But I didn't find out about that till later.
     Anyhow, I was at loose ends. I kept thinking about what Susan had
told me and what we'd done together and kept getting hornier  and
hornier. Dad had been working midnights, which put him in a great mood
to begin with, and he was off on a tirade because two of the other guys
had been poring through some girlie magazines in the lunch room. Dad was
raving about how those types of magazines shouldn't be allowed and so on
and so forth. On Saturday morning, Jeanne and I were sitting at the
kitchen table -- this was around nine o'clock -- looking  through
Teenbeat or somesuch and Dad, who had just gotten home from work about a
half-hour before, was stalking around raving and holding forth. Mom just
sighed and tried to humor him and gave him another beer, probably hoping
to sedate him. Jeanne and I finally got so tired of it that we went to
our room to fix each other's hair and ended up sucking each other's
nipples and playing Yellow Pages.
     Which somehow only made me hornier.
     And then, at half-past two, I got the phone on the second ring --
just ahead of Jeanne.
     "Hi!"
     "Hi, yourself, Susan," I said.
     "We're going to have a little pool party. Interested?"
     "I sure am. This place is dead."
     "I'll pick you up in a half-hour. Bye!"
     Well Mom, being Mom in every sense of the word, insisted that I
should bring some food with me. By the time Susan arrived, she had
concocted about eight pounds of her patented Killer Onion & Tobasco &
Sour Cream Dip. I know it sounds disgusting, but it was great. Susan
thought it was terrific and yelled her thanks from the window of the
five-year-old Rambler.
     Old blankets were spread across the seats because the Rambler had
been sitting out in the sun. Susan was wearing cutoff jeans -- the legs
were frayed -- and a tee-shirt emblazoned with the British flag. the
colors were faded from frequent washings. I was wearing similar shorts
and an oversized Mets tee-shirt left behind by my phantom step-brother
on his last visit. Under it I was wearing the top of Alexis' swimsuit;
I'd filched it from the bitch.
     While we waited for the light to turn onto Eagle Point, Susan had
something to say: "I told Ed what we did, Marie. I hope you're not mad."
     I hadn't considered the possibility, but now that I thought about
it, I wasn't surprised. I told her so. And I asked her about  his
reaction.
     "He wants to watch." The light changed and we tooled up the steep
slope past the gas station and the grade school.
     From the moment of her first revelation, I'd sort of guessed what
the answer would be -- at least some of it -- but I wasn't sure what I
was letting myself in for. I wanted Susan again and I wanted to see
Susan and Bill. I'd supposed something might happen with Ed but I knew
that there would never be too much I could do with Bill if he was as
well-hung as Susan described.
     But what troubled me was who else might know. Susan and Ed and
probably Bill and Duane and did they have friends? And did their friends
have friends? I mean, Rossford wasn't -- still isn't -- very big and
word gets around fast. I mean, I was still going to be stuck there for a
few years -- five or six, anyhow -- and I didn't want every drunken
football squad to decide it had a right to use me.
     "It's bothering you, isn't it?" she prompted.
     "Ummmm...yes." I explained my misgivings.
     "I understand. Well, we've had to be pretty discreet about our
ways, and we're careful who we  tell  stuff  to.  But  if  you're
uncomfortable with it, we can always just call it off?"
     And I thought: What the hell? I was sick and tired of having
everyone else decide they had a right to tell me how to live and how to
behave. We weren't hurting anyone with what we did and no one was being
forced to do anything, so whose business was it? Ours -- period. And the
rest of the world was just going to have to deal  with it.
     [Remember when this was. A lot of people were doing and saying the
same thing and wit just about as much thought to the future and the
social implications and everything else. The Sexual Revolution was in
full swing -- excuse the pun -- the era of Free Love was just really
getting started.]
     "Well, I want to do it," I told her. "And I want to see you doing
it with them, too."
     She stopped t the four-way light, leaned over and kissed me on the
cheek. "Are you sure?"
     "No -- but I want to do it."
     "Oh, I was hoping you'd say that." She resumed driving and I
watched her big nipples press against the Union Jack tee-shirt.
     A half-dozen cars were parked in the driveway in front of the
double-garage and along the road in front of the house. We unloaded the
car -- Susan had about fifteen pounds of chicken parts and miscellaneous
other supplies she'd picked up at the Kroger on her way to my house --
and went inside. Bill and another guy -- who Susan introduced as Louis
-- were washing and peeling some vegetables in the kitchen. Bill was
wearing big, baggy bermudas and no bulge was visible. Louis was a darkly
good-looking guy about twenty. He was shirtless and wearing tight
cutoffs. A significant bulge was in evidence.
     Through the kitchen windows I could see eight or nine others in the
back. Some were sitting around the pool and two wee sunning themselves
on chaise lounges. Five of them were women. Duane wasn't out there, but
Ed was conversing with a stunning blonde in skintight short-short
cutoffs and a man-cut blouse that was mostly unbuttoned. She  was
everyone's idea of a corn-fed cheerleader from the Midwest: five-foot-
six, honey blonde hair she could have sat on, a perfect and firm figure,
pretty, open face and -- I'd never seen this before -- one blue eye and
one green eye.
     The eyes were not well-focused. Susan saw where I was looking and
when we went upstairs for her to change and me to strip to my mismatched
swimsuit, she explained.
     "That's Bonnie," she said. "Louis brought her."
     "She's beautiful!"
     Susan's face disappeared as she pulled off her tee-shirt and
revealed her lovely breasts and magnificent nipples. "She's totally
fucked up, Marie. She'll go out with anyone who gives her drugs and
everyone who can get them will supply her, especially with Sunshine and
Chocolate, 'cause when she gets stoned she'll let anyone do anything
they want with her." She frowned. "She's going to burn herself out by
the time she's seventeen and she's going to get hurt."
     "Maybe someone should talk to her."
     Susan kissed me lightly on the forehead. "She's almost as sweet as
you, but she's got problems, hon. As soon as someone suggests she lay
off the shit, she starts screaming about being judgmental and repressive
and -- " She sighed. "She's going to have to see her way clear by
herself. Sometimes it's like that."
     We went downstairs. Susan supervised the Kitchen Patrol and I went
straight for the pool.
     The afternoon went quickly and then it was dusk and we wee all
mellow. I'd had a couple of beers and the place was emptying out. In the
course of the get-together, I guess about twenty people had been there,
with some leaving as others arrived. By the time sunset was past and the
pool lights were on, eight of us remained: Bill, Ed, Susan, Louis,
Bonnie -- who was thoroughly stoned by then -- and this Oriental couple
who were friends of Susan's from the University. They were nice, but
rather quiet and seemed quite conservative.
     Bonnie hadn't been in the pool during the heat of the midday sun,
begging off because she said it took her hair forever to dry and was a
real pain in the ass to set. Now, though, she was letting herself be led
to the pool by Louis. Her blouse by now was completely unbuttoned. She
had the shirt-tails tied across her flat little midriff. And from the
way she was moving, she was stoned out of her mind. She suddenly pushed
Louis ahead of her, into the pool, then dived  in  with  perfect,
effortless grace. She surfaced beyond him and he chased her, under the
water.
     Bonnie suddenly shrieked and disappeared beneath the surface. About
ten seconds later, both of them surfaced. Louis was behind her and her
blouse was untied and his hands were feasting on her perfect, firm
breasts. She caught one of his hands in one of hers and pushed it down
over her stomach and beneath the surface of the water. From the way she
arched and leaned her head back against his shoulder, her ripe, red lips
offered, it was pretty obvious where his hand was and that it was
familiar territory.
     The Oriental couple made polite noises and left.
     Louis waved goodbye and Bonnie broke away. She swam to the deepest
part of the pool and shrugged off the blouse. Then she dove and when she
broke the surface again, she was holding over her head in one hand a
piece of wet, faded blue denim. She swung it a couple of times, then
hurled it toward Louis. It fell short and floated in the pool. "Come and
get it -- if you can!" she shrieked. Then she did a perfect tuck,
rolling her pale, tight little ass out of the water for a moment before
her legs came straight up and parted, exposing her fine, blonde pussy to
the stars and pool lights -- not to mention all of us -- before she slid
beneath the surface.
     Louis swam clumsily toward her and dove, but by the time he came
up, she was at the shallow end, standing in hip deep water.
     All of us were looking at her  perfect,  stoned,  overheated
loveliness as she hoisted herself up and sat on the edge of the pool
apron.
     Ed trotted by us and said a single word to Susan in passing:
"Neighbors."
     "Shit!" she blurted and ran after him, motioning to Bill. Louis was
just reaching the place where Bonnie sat, perched.
     "Get her inside!" Ed hissed. "The neighbors!"
     "Damn!"
     Susan and Bill each took and arm an dog-trotted her, all wet,
barely jiggling firm flesh and lithe young curves, to the patio doors.
Ed leaned down and helped Louis out of the pool. Somewhere along the
line, Louis had shed his shorts and his rapidly limpening -- but still
impressive -- erection was fading fast.
     I stood there like a bump on a log, a half-gnawed crescent of
watermelon forgotten in my hand, till Ed turned at the door: "Coming
inside for the party?"
     In for a dime, in for a dollar, I figured, and walked toward the
house.
     By the time I'd gotten there, someone had dumped all the cushions
from the couch on the floor and covered them with those big beach
towels. Bonnie was laying, flat on her back, in the middle of two of
them, with her legs open and her knees wide. Her feet were flat on the
floor. She was holding her arms up to Louis and she was babbling,
"C'mon, come on and get next to me, get inside me, awww please ..."
     Louis, being not nearly as stupid as he usually looked, was wasting
no time. He was kneeling next to her head. His dick was again swollen
and bobbing. He reached down with one hand and rubbed her nipples, then
ran his hand down to finger her cunt. She was so wet I could hear her
cunt suck his finger even over the noise of the drapes being pulled
across the patio doors.
     Bonnie reached up and grabbed his dick. She pulled him down to her
face and sucked it into her mouth, arching her head back and up and
taking more and more of him till he was balls' deep in her face. He kept
working his finger in and out of her and she was hunching her hips up as
fast and demandingly as he was pushing his thick dick in and out between
her sweet lips.
     "She has such a pretty pussy," Susan whispered. She'd come up to
stand behind me and was close enough that I felt her whisper on my ear.
     She did indeed. "Lickable," I said.
     "I'll bet it is."
     "You've never -- ?"
     "She isn't into it from women or men."
     "You mean she doesn't like it?"
     "Maybe you'll see." Susan's hand was resting on my arm, just above
the elbow. The scene was getting to me; my nipples were hard and Susan's
touch sent a chill through me. I felt the moisture beginning between my
legs.
     I wasn't the only one it was getting to. Ed and Bill were rubbing
their cocks through their clothes. In Bill's case, that was a lot of
rubbing. Even through the loose bermudas, the bulge was impressive.
     Bonnie's hand came up to rest on Louis's hips and she began pulling
him deeper and harder into her mouth. He had taken his finger from her
cunt and was using both hands to brace himself over her. He was pumping
his cock willingly in and out of her mouth, fucking her face. Suddenly,
he stiffened and Bonnie's lips were stretched still further as he poured
his cum into her sucking mouth. I could hear her gurgling with his load.
When he finally pulled his dick out of her mouth, she held him in place
for a moment and rubbed his prick, still sperm- and saliva-slicked, all
over her lovely face.
     "You are such a sweet little cocksucker," Louis gasped.
     Eyes closed, head twisting slowly from side to side,  Bonnie
whimpered, "Yeah, I'm a cocksucker, a cocksucker slut, just a slut, I'll
take on anyone and everyone and I want to I want you I want you all of
you to do to do to do -- "
     Definitely ripped.
     "Wow," Ed said. He stepped forward, hand poised on his zipper. "Do
you mind?" This was addressed to Louis.
     "No, man, be my guest."
     "Much obliged," said Ed, unzipping, stripping and dropping over
her. His dick was rock-hard and slid slowly into her. "Oh, wow, she's so
fucking hot and tight!" he groaned.
     "Real snapper, man," Louis replied. He lay on his back, gasping for
breath on the worn carpet beside them. Bonnie's legs came up and locked
around Ed's pumping butt and he thrust in and out of her. She thrust
back and then moved her legs higher, to his waist. He was pumping down
as much as forward now and even over the noise of their moans and
breathing, I could clearly hear her cunt sucking on his dick.
     Suddenly, Ed pushed upright and hooked his arms behind and under
her knees. He pushed her legs back farther and father, till her knees
were even with her shoulders and more. She was so limber it seemed
perfectly comfortable for her. He was pounding into her now and I could
see his dick stretching her cunt and see her cunt skin pulling out with
his outstrokes.
     When Ed started to cum in her, her belly rippled and heaved and she
was plainly cumming with him, but silently. Ed suddenly yelled, "Damn!"
and then bucked against her and shook for a long time. When he pulled
away, his dick stretched long and thin as her cunt refused to relinquish
its grasp for a long time. His glans finally popped free and he sank
back to rest on his knees, her legs came down on either side of him n
slow, fluid motion, like it had been choreographed. Her belly still
heaved and her nipples looked swollen to bursting. A few drops of white
goo leaked from between her swollen cunt lips.
     "More more more more -- "  she moaned over and over, her arms again
up and seeking. Her eyes were closed.
     "When she came," Ed breathed, "her snatch like to pull my dick off.
Wow!"
     "Me?" Bill asked Louis, politely. Bill had his bermudas opened.
Louis looked and so did I. I was impressed. Bill was truly hung like a
horse. His cock was very long and very thick, certainly the biggest I'd
seen at that point, and maybe it's the biggest I've ever seen.
     "Listen, man, let me go next," Louis said. "She's my date. After
you put that in her, she won't even feel me."
     "Cool."
     Louis was sporting another thick hard-on, thick enough that I
doubted his assertion, but at the moment my attention was usurped by two
things: Susan's lips brushing the nape of my neck and her hands running
up and down over my torso.
     At just that moment, Ed turned and looked at us. He grinned. "Magic
time!" Then he got up and padded naked from the room.
     Louis was grunting and puffing as he stuffed his thick dick into
Bonnie and she was moaning as he made slow but steady progress into her
seeping blonde pussy.
     I half-turned to Susan. "What did he mean, 'Magic time'?"
     "That's sort of an in-joke. Actors say that before they go on
stage...or on-camera."
     "Ohhh that's good!" Bonnie gasped as Louis buried the last of his
thick prick in her tight cunt.
     "On-camera -- "
     Just as Louis started pumping, Ed returned. He had two cameras -- a
35 millimeter and a Polaroid -- around his neck and was carrying a
super-8 camera. I turned and stared at Susan.
     "Well, you know he's a photography nut," she said, and pulled her
tee-shirt over her head.
     Louis was pumping Bonnie hard, so hard that the breath crashed out
of her with each plunge and even her hard teenage tits jiggled -- and
she seemed to love it. She was gasping and moaning and her legs were
straight up and she was holding them that way with her hands on her
ankles...and then she let them flop wide and lay there and let Louis
collapse on top of her and pour his cum into her. When he pulled out, a
white fringe was around her exposed pussy and drooling down into the
crack of that perfect blonde ass. And Ed was right there, snapping away
with his Polaroid and occasionally with the 35 millimeter.
     Louis rolled off her and climbed unsteadily to his feet. "Oh, man,"
he was moaning. "What a hot piece of ass. She's all yours," he said over
his shoulder as he got a beer from the fridge.
     Bill was over her in a moment, his huge cock looking monstrous and
dark with hot blood as he positioned himself. He crawled backwards over
her and when his big balls were near her cunt, I swear his knob was over
her naval -- and his prick looked as big as her slender thighs. She
reached down almost negligently and grasped his fat dong and groaned,
"Oh, yeah, fuck me with it! Fuck me!"
     She still hadn't opened her eyes.
     She used one hand to spread her cunt and the other to guide his
stiff dong and somehow managed to wedge the head halfway into her narrow
cunt. Her young pussy was being stretched incredibly, yet she was
rolling her slim hips desperately, determined to engulf that meat.
     She succeeded -- and when the head popped completely into her, her
reaction was visible and audible. She gasped and bit her lip and he
groaned and sank slowly, slowly down onto and into her. It looked like a
broomstick was sticking out of her and he was balancing on it. He seemed
to be letting most of his weight rest on his dick and still it sank into
her slowly.
     She made a sound when he was a little more than halfway in. It
sounded like she was in pain -- and considering how much she was being
stretched, that would have made sense -- but even as she wailed she was
bringing those gorgeous legs up and around and resting her feet on his
ass and pushing him into her.
     At the same time, Susan was busy. She'd been running her hands up
and down my arms and occasionally kissing the nape of my neck -- which
has always been a sensitive spot for me -- and now her hands were moving
around the front to graze my tits through Alexis' swimsuit top. Her
fingertips made slow circles around the outer edges of  my  tits,
spiraling in until she was rubbing my nipples. My legs seemed to get
weak and I let myself sink back against her, feeling her nipples hot and
hard against my back. I was just turning my head to kiss her when:
     "AUGGGGHH!"
     We all stared. Bill was pounding that monster cock into her as far
as it would go -- all but maybe the last two or three inches -- but he
hadn't given up trying to get the whole thing into her. He slammed into
her until her whole body shook when his fat glans slammed into the end
of her cunt and then withdrew just an inch or two and slammed in again.
And each time, when he hit bottom, he ground against her for a moment or
so, trying to press more into her.
     "Oh, shit, I feel it IN MY STOMACH!"
     She was obviously hurting, yet obviously didn't want to stop,
because: "More! MORE!"
     Bill was obliging, but his restraint gave way before she opened up
any deeper. His big balls tightened and pulled up and his cock swelled
even more and he jab-jab-jabbed at her as he poured his load into her
hot, blonde teenage cunt. He seemed to cum for a long time, and a lot,
and the stuff backed up the length of her meat-filled twat and began to
ooze out around the fat plug of his cock.
     Louis, by the way, stood naked to one side. In one hand he held a
half-emptied bottle of Blatz (and oh, what memories that recalled!) and
the other stroked his half-hard cock as he urged, "Yeah, man! Pin that
bitch! She wants it!"
     And, of course, during all of this, Ed was happily snapping his
pictures.
     Bill pulled out. Even limp, his cock seemed to go on forever. When
the head finally popped free, juices -- his, Ed's, Louis's, hers --
drooled lushly out of her sweet little cunt. She lay there, gasping ...
and one hand came up -- her eyes were still closed -- beckoning anyone
and everyone while the other went between her legs to rub and tantalize
her already swollen cunt and clit. The message was clear: More.
     Susan pulled my swimsuit top up, exposing my breasts, and got her
hands on my naked nipples and a great gush of excitement went through
me. All the beer and horniness swept me and I felt a moment of vertigo.
Bill saw what was going on and crawled to us on all fours. He pulled my
bottoms down to my ankles and guided my feet out of them, then began
licking me. He moaned, "What a gorgeous little pussy!" over and over as
he tried to lick me dry, a self-defeating exercise at the coldest of
times, and that was far from one of them.
     Louis drained the last of his beer and put the cold bottle on the
carpet between Bonnie's legs. I seemed to zoom in on the beads of
condensation on the outside of the amber glass and the slowly settling
ring of foam on the inside. I wondered, oddly, if that was what jism
would look like through amber glass and then Bonnie was rubbing the
bottle up and down, up and down, pressing it against the split of her
slippery slit.
     Ed was in conflict. Photograph what Susan and Bill were doing to
me, or focus on Bonnie, who just might turn the bottle ninety degrees
and stuff it into her (apparently) perpetually hungry cunt?
     Susan lowered me to the carpet and helped me lay back. Bill never
missed a lick as she began sucking my nipples while on all fours facing
my feet. I felt the first of the orgasms rising in me and then I felt
Bill's hands completely enclose my ass. He lifted my cunny to his mouth
and feasted and I started cumming. I didn't care about the artificial
lightning flashes of the strobe on the 35 millimeter; all I cared about
was cumming more and more and more.
     Things got unfocused. I remember, at some point, Susan saying --
rather plaintively -- "Hey! What about me?" and Bill obligingly moving
behind her. Louis quickly took his place between my legs, but not for
long. He was soon laying over me and driving his hard cock into me and
it was just exactly what my body craved.
     And all the time I could hear click--click--click--
     Louis came soon (it seemed) and I scooted on my back under the
bitch-presenting form of Susan. She lowered her Bill-filled cunt so I
could lick at it and at his big balls. He pulled out at one point and
let his huge dick flop onto my sweat-slippery tits and belly, then
pulled back enough to dangle that plum-size knob over my face. I tried
to suck him as Susan dropped her head and began sucking my clit. His
glans was simply too big to get in my mouth. I licked as much as I could
reach -- which wasn't much -- and then sucked on the slit in the end of
his cock, but it wasn't enough for him and he soon loaded himself back
into her big pussy and resumed churning. And I resumed licking her clit
and his nuts. I liked this better, anyhow.
     After Bill came and Susan's newly unplugged twat gushed its little
explosion of her sauces (and his cum) on my face, we all rested. I
didn't know how long I'd been cumming, there; it was timeless. I said
something about being thirsty and someone presented me with a cold beer.
I'd been thinking of cold water or soda pop, but, I figured, What the
hell? I drank the whole bottle almost in one gulp.
     "We gotta be making tracks, folks."
     We looked over at Louis. He was dressed and looked a bit weary, but
not too bad. Bonnie, however, was a semi-ambulatory disaster. Louis and
she had somehow gotten her cutoffs and shirt back on her, but they were
little enough consolation compared to her flushed face. The big wet spot
on the crotch of the cutoffs didn't lend much to fashion appeal, nor did
the bruises beginning to form on those gorgeous legs. And her hair was a
mess. Susan insisted that Louis wait while she cleaned Bonnie up a bit.
In the meantime, Ed and Bill lit some grass -- a joint, you'd call it
now -- and offered me some. I hadn't even smoked tobacco then, let alone
grass, and declined somewhat nervously, because I wasn't sure how they'd
react. They seemed to think it was fine.
     But with the drapes pulled and no real air circulation, that room
-- already hot and filled with the aromas of sex and sum and lubrication
and sweat and lust -- quickly filled with marijuana smoke and it was
getting to me fast. I started to feel very silly and impetuous and I
actually giggled when I realized I had a man's lips at each of my
breasts.
It seemed perfectly reasonable for Ed to roll me onto my back and slide
sweetly into me and begin gently pumping in and out. It was almost
sexless; just friendly, y'know?
     But not completely.
     Before long, I was starting to cum again, but this time it was in
long, unending waves that washed through and over me an then I felt Ed
cumming and it seemed very reasonable for Bill to be rolling on top of
me and --
     "Are you out of your goddam mind?"
     Susan's voice was hot, hard, demanding and shrill. It went a long
way to shattering the moment for all of us.
     "Huh?" was my contribution.
     "Get off her, Bill -- " Much fumbling, foggily remembered, and then
Bill was sitting naked beside me on the floor, that monstrous cock
sticking up from between his thighs like the sweet end of a baseball
bat.
     "You put that in her and she'll rupture. Forget it!"
     "Awwwww..." was Bill's educated response.
     "She may be right," Ed said with the forced sobriety of one who is
stoned.
     "Huh?" I said.
     "But I wanna be in that nice, tight, hot, slick, hairless, itty
little -- "
     "I'll take care of you, horsey," Susan said and began giving
directions as Ed lit another joint and pumped still more mary jane into
the air.
     I started to get really relaxed then, to feel a buzz. Susan crawled
over me so we could lick each other and at the same time, Bill slid that
big salami of his up into her. She had her knees on either side of my
head, right up next to my ears, and she let her legs spread wider and
wider till she was almost doing a split. Her mound was mashed right down
over my mouth and every time Bill drove up into her, his balls came up
and smacked against my forehead. She had her hands under me, holding my
butt. My legs were open so she could lick and suck all over my cunt and
then she got ahold of my clit in her lips and I started cumming. And
cumming. And cumming.
     I gave as good as I got and it wasn't long before she was screaming
and jumping around and her nipples like to gouge into my tummy, they
were so hard. Ol' Bill was pounding away and I could see his cock swell
up and then he was cumming in her and she was cumming on him and in my
mouth and I just got higher and higher with the sex and the smoke.
     I don't remember many details about what came next. Susan and I
rolled over and I sat on her face and licked her and licked at Bill's
juices. Her cunt was still stretched open from his big dick and it
seemed the most natural thing in the world the clench my fist and work
it up into her. I heard Ed clicking away with his camera and then I
heard the movie camera whirring and everyone complained the lights were
too bright, so he gave up on that in about ten minutes.
     Susan just lay there and wailed, cumming all the time, and I was
really getting into getting into her, if you know what I mean. I must've
had half my arm up inside her at one point. Ed got it all on film.
     Then Ed was kneeling behind me and sliding his nice hard dick into
me and that, what with Susan's licking, had me going like to nuts real
fast. He didn't last any too long, either. I came so hard I kind of
blacked out or something for a while. I came to on my back, with Susan
licking one tit and Ed licking the other. Bill had a joint in his mouth.
He took a deep breath and then kissed me and blew the smoke right into
my mouth -- a "shotgun," it's called.
     It hit me pretty hard, because I agreed pretty fast to letting Ed
take pictures of me licking Bill's limp dick. It didn't stay limp very
much longer. At one point I managed to force the head into my mouth and
then it was difficult to get it out, cause his cock had gotten so fat.
     Get it out he did, though, and Susan immediately demanded it. He
got up behind her and slid the whole thing in -- bam! it was gone, just
like that. I put my hand up to press her belly and I could feel it
moving inside. He stuck three fingers in his mouth and then pressed them
down between her buttocks and she tensed up for a moment -- and then
sighed deeply.
     "Oh, yeah, lover, that feels so gooood..." she said and her eyes
half closed and she pretty much forgot about my nipples. Bill licked his
pinky and added it to the crowd in her butt and she again tensed, then
sighed, and started moaning.
     "I wanna pin your sweet, tight ass, baby!" Bill said.
     "That'd feel so good," she hissed, "but my cunt will get lonesome!"
     I was pretty stoned by then -- my first time -- so I went along
with the suggestion Ed made.
     I don't recall a helluva lot about what came next; at least, the
details are unclear. But I remember quite clearly having my fist inside
Susan's big cunt while she sucked my little pussy while the full length
of Bill's humongous cock, fat as my arm, pumped in and out of her ass.
It was squeezing my hand and arm, which were in her cunt. It was very
horny and I remember cumming lots when she remembered to lick and suck
and finger me, and I remember lightning in the room.
     When I woke, it was almost dawn. I was surrounded by  naked,
sleeping bodies, most covered with sweat and cum. When I sat up and
looked, I discovered I was wearing the same uniform. My only thought at
that moment was get home before Mom or Dad or Moses (a.k.a., Alexis)
awoke and discovered my absence.
     It wasn't to be until almost twenty-four hours later that I began
to worry about all that damn film Ed had shot.
     I never saw Louis again, anywhere, and but I did hear of him again,
years later, once. There is a reason -- a good one -- for that. As for
Bonnie -- well, I did see her again, but I never would have guessed the
circumstances. When I was "introduced" to her a couple of years later,
you could've knocked me over with a feather.
     I didn't want to see Susan or Bill again. It took me a long time to
sort it out, but eventually I did. They'd used me, toyed with me. I felt
dirty and -- soiled. Cheapened. I didn't like that. I'd thought that
feeling was behind me. I'd felt the same way after the first time --
     [No. I don't want to talk about that. Not yet, anyway. Maybe later.
Yes. Later]
     So after some time passed and I got more relaxed about all of Ed's
film, I started looking forward to the Fourth of July. Alexis got
herself a part-time job working out at the Dairy Queen on Woodville road
and Dad had a steady part-time gig working for some contractor -- in
addition to his regular job --
     [No one can ever accuse the son-of-a-bitch of being lazy.]
     -- and Jeanne and I were pretty much left to our own devices. That
was when we discovered the vibrating massager Mom had gotten from Sears
to help ease Dad's tense shoulders.
     Hah!
     Jeanne came like nothing I'd ever seen and I passed out from it, I
came so hard. It was scary.
     But we were looking forward to the Fourth. For one thing, there'd
be fireworks over in Maumee.
     For another, my phantom step-brother was coming to visit and I was
bound and determined to have him.


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