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Susan's Secret Life
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Susan's Secret Life
by
S. Q. Johnson
(as told to Poet)
I've never thought about writing a chronicle of my life before, but
certain recent events have made me realize that I must try to look back at
my life in order to understand myself. I've lived, actually, two
different lifes simultaneously. In one life, I've been a model student and,
now, an attorney who is respected both for her legal abilities and her
sedate, upright existence. In the other, I must admit, I've beome a
shameless slut, a sex addict, fucking everyone I can. Until recently, I've
been able to keep these two lives separate. Even though high school, where I
earned straight A's and was the captain of the cheerleader squad, only a few
people knew about my secret life. But my world started unraveling in the
late 1980s when I took a job at a law firm in Phoenix.
I was just out of law school at the fairly young age of 24. I had
graduated from college and law school with honors, so I was interviewed by
one of the top law firms in Phoenix. Riding the elevator up to the top
floor, I was nervous, worrying that my shyness would overcome my sense of how
could I was as a future lawyer, and so I barely noticed when the handsome
young man got on the elevator on the third floor. But soon I became all to
aware of him. We were alone in the elevator but instead of giving me room,
he stood directly behind me. As we rode higher and higher, he came closer
and closer until he was pushed softly against me from behind. I was scared
so I stepped to the other side of the elevator and tried to give him a scowl
to show him I wasn't interested. I looked directly at him and frowned, but
he just broke into a wide, handsome grin and winked at me. I felt he could
see right through me. Right into my secret life, that is. He was younger,
maybe eighteen or nineteen, and extremely handsome. His knit shirt showed
off his hard muscles, and I started to go weak in the knees right then. I
looked down quickly to hide my embarrasement and beginning lust.
"I can't think about that now. I can't think about that now," I kept
telling myself as I felt a flush of lust rise in my chest and my breath came
in shallower sips. I could even feel myself getting wet. That's my problem.
I love sex and have a hard time not thinking about it.
The young man started to come toward me again and I backed away
until I ran into the wall of the elevator. Luckily for me we had just
reached the top flor and the doors open. I looked up. The young man looked
at me in the eyes and licked his lips then turned and walked out.
I was hot and flustered. How was I going to manage to get through an
interview in this state? I wanted to find a bathroom and clean myself up. I
wanted to be alone for a few minutes to get a grip on my runaway emotions.
I'm smart, good-looking, eat right, exercise, and have a body attracts
men, although I am incredibly shy of my body and rarely try to attract any
attention. At the same time I am incredibly over-sexed and constantly
thinking about sex and imagining what it would be like to be fucked by almost
every man I know. I continually imagine throwing caution to the wind and
becoming a slut who fucks and sucks without a second thought. My problem, of
course, is that I not only have second thoughts, but thirds and forths. This
was even after I was introduced to waton sex by Bob, my lover.
Bob is 21 years old and works at our firm doing odd jobs, delivering
papers, photocopying, mail-boy, etc. By all definitions of the word, he is a
"hunk." He works out and his body is rock-hard. Brown eyes, beautiful black
hair, and the nicest ass I've ever seen on a man.
I always dress professionally, and even maintain a decorum at office
luncheons, softball games, and parties. But at last year's office Christmas
party, I had drank a bit more than I was used to and began to flirt a bit
with Bob. Later in the evening, I was walking out of the upstairs bathroom
when a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me into a bedroom. It was Bob.
"Come here, you cockteaser." He hissed, as he closed the bedroom door
behind us.
I didn't say a word because I assumed he was now kidding me in return,
or maybe he had had just a little too much to drink.
His hands shot to my breasts and roughly felt them through the green
velvet of my dress. His fingers found my braless nipples and they hardened
to his touch.
"No, Bob! What do you think you're doing? My husband is
downstairs!" I could feel the hot flush of embarassment and excitement
course through me.
"I'm breaking a cockteaser. In my neighborhood we know how to deal
with cockteasers, and you are the worst I have ever met. When I'm through
with you, you won't tease me anymore."
His rough talk and his rough grabs were so out of place, so beyond
anything in my experience, so surprising, I was shocked and had to suppress
a nervous giggle. But at the same time, the whole situation was turning me
on. I didn't fear for my safety, because of the setting and that it was
Bob, and I knew he would never hurt me. Still, the roughness was causing
me to respond. Phil, always a gentleman in and out of bed, had never
talked to me or felt me the way Bob was. This was new and exciting. I
fell back almost willingly when Bob pushed me back on to the bed.
"Bob! Stop it! Are you crazy?" I was protesting, but I was also
keeping my voice low. To tell the truth I was really getting turned on.
Bob ripped down his zipper and pulled out a beautiful, rigid cock. He
grabbed my hand and brought it to his dick. I couldn't help but give it a
soft squeeze.
"Oh, Bob, no." I moaned but squeezed some more. He thrust his hard
dick against my hand as he pulled up my skirt and pushed his fingers against
my cunt outside my panties.
Suddenly he stopped, pulled away from me, pulled down my panties, then
slid that wonderful dick into my already hot, wet cunt. God it felt
wonderful as he stroked hard and long in and out while crushing my mouth with
his. He dug his hands into my tight buttocks then suddenly grabbed the top
of my dress and pulled it down over my tits. While still fucking me, he bent
his head and sucked on one tit while mauling the lother.
He pumped faster and faster, bringing me to a series of orgasams until I
was shaking in an uncontrollable frenzy of delight as he pumped a hot load of
cum nto me.
He lay still while I continued shaking and trying to pump beneath him
bringing myself to yet another orgasm.
He pulled out and stood up. I sat up and smiled at him,
"Wow! I really can't believe that happened, Bob. It was great, but I
can't believe I just cheated on my husband!"
Bob drug me to my feet then shove me to my knees. I had to work to keep
my balance as he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to his still-hard
cock, "Shut up, bitch. Lick me clean."
I took his warm and sticky cock in my mouth, sucking it and then
licking our juices from its length. I fondled his hot length and his balls
with on hand and his chest beneath hisshirt with the other. I would have
done anything for him and I think I knew it.
As I was working on his cock, Bob said, "Do you know why cockteasers
tease? Because they are really sluts and that's the only way they know how
to ask for it the way they want it - hard and fast."
I heard him, but was enjoying his cock too much to pay that much
attention to what he was saying. Finally, when he was clean, he returned
his meat into his pants and zipped up. He walked out of the bedroom
without another word, and by the time I had reassembled myself and returned
to the party, he was gone.
That night was the beginning of my descent into raunchy sex. I didn't
know it then, but Bob had given me something I could no longer live
without. Until Bob took me on that bed, I never knew sexual excitement
like that existed. I had never been that aroused, and I wanted more.
After work the following Monday, as I was preparing to leave the office,
Bob demanded a blow job. There was never any question of doing what he said
to do. I vividly remembered my orgasm, the total release and satisfaction,
and wanted more.
He pulled me into an empty office and pulled down his fly.
"Go fishin', bitch," he demanded. I set down my purse and started to
take off my hat and suit jacket.
"Leave the hat on! But take of that jacket, open your blouse and pull
out your tits"
I did as he asked, though I had to unsnap my bra first. He pulled me to
him and fingered both tits roughly.
"Oh, yeah, Baby. You're something. Nice tits, bitch."
Then he pushed me down and again demanded, "Pull it out and blow me, Cunt."
I reached in but had a hard time pulling his dick out because it was so har
d and in at an awkward position.
"Fuck!" he said and pulled it out for me. I couldn't believe how great
it looked. I opened my lip and softly sucked the red head into my mouth,
swirling my tongue around the bottom.
""Do it, bitch!" and he grabbed my hair from the back of my head and
shove himself into me until he ran into the back of my throat. I was gagging
and coughing and crying, but he continued to ram into me, occasionally
pulling out and rubbing his dick all over my face, spreading pre-cum and spit
across my cheeks and ruining my make up.
When I finally felt him about to cum, I sucked harder and harder,
pulling his dick with my hand and sliding my other around him to cup his ass.
God, I was hot! And I wanted to drink him down. But he pulled out at the
last minute and squirted all over my face. I continued to milk him until he
stopped and licked and sucked him till he was clean. I collapsed on the
floor as he zipped up and walked out.
Bob's blow jobs became the daily ritual. Every afternoon, in my $400
business suits, I'd suck my stud's hot cock as his hands roamed over and in
my body. He'd fill my mouth with cum, and watch me swallow it, and then I'd
lick him clean, drive home and be the perfect wife and mother.
On Friday afternoon, Bob gave me his address and told me to be there
by noon on Saturday. It was easy enough to tell Phil that I was preparing
for a trial, which always entailed extra hours at the office.
When I arrived at Bob's, he pointed me to the bedroom and told me to
undress. For the next three hours I was held in the most wonderful state
of sexual awareness in my life! Bob tired this girl out!
His hard body and hard cock were all over and in my body. I became a
slave to his touch. He would tease and play with me until my release was
about to explode, and then back off - he drove me crazy and into ecstasy.
He fucked my mouth, my cunt, my tits and my virgin asshole. He sucked my
nipples and toes and fingers and clit. He massaged my legs and back and
breasts and my pussy.
Phil had been the only other man to make love to me and he couldn't
compare to Bob. I didn't want the afternoon to end. I wanted Bob to
fuck me for days.
I was dressing to leave, standing on wobbly legs, hugging Bob around
the neck, when he patted my buns and said, "Same time, next Saturday,
slut."
"I'll be here."
"See you in the office after work on Monday, slut."
"I'll be waiting, Bob."
It was hard to believe, but our fuck session the following Saturday
was even better than the first! Bob was so young and strong and
aggressive. The more he demanded from me, the more I responded and
enjoyed. But after that second Saturday, I didn't want to wait another
long week between Bob's fucks. Every night, during our blow jobs,
I begged Bob to let me visit him. Finally, on Thursday he said yes. I
stayed until midnight and just about crawled home and into my bed. Driving
home, I admitted to myself, for the first time, that I was no longer in
control of all aspects of my life -- I was physically and sexually addicted
to Bob.
On the third Saturday, Bob wasn't alone when I arrived.
"This is my friend, Tom," smiled Bob.
Tom was a bit older than Bob, about 21, I thought. He was 5'10", had
thinning hair, and had a small paunch. But you could tell he had a lot of
upper body strength. He was probably a football player in high school, I
thought, maybe a lineman. He was wearing a blue striped tea shirt and
cutoffs. His legs was hairy and muscular.
I said hello to Tom and the three of us talked for a while. I
couldn't wait for him to leave, so Bob and I could get on with the
fucking! I get hot just being close to Bob.
Bob patted me on the knee and smiled again, saying, "I told Tom you
would play strip poker with us."
I couldn't believe what I'd heard.
"I . . . I can't do that, Bob." I couldn't understand why Bob would
say that, and wondered how far he was going to push me.
"Well, Babe, then I guess you better get your coat and get the fuck
out of here. No more fun times with me."
I knew Bob was serious. I'm embarrassed to admit I thought about it
for only a few seconds. I was not prepared to give up Bob's pleasures so
easily.
"Okay, Bob, I'll do as you ask."
With a huge grin, Bob walked over to the kitchen table and sat down. A
deck of card was sitting on the middle of the table. Tom walked over and
took a seat then licked his lips and looked at me. I lowered my head and
walked over.
Tom lost the first hand and, instead to taking off his shirt or shoes
and socks, he stood up and proudly unzipped his cutoffs. He wasn't wearing
any underwear! I was shocked and excited at the same time. His hard dick
jumped out and he slid down the cutoffs and sat back down.
"You like that?" Bob asked.
I lowered my head and nodded, then quickly shook my head "no." I could
feel myself getting very wet beneath the sheer black panties I had worn for
Bob's benefit.
I lost the next two hands and took off my heels and stockings. At first,
I tried to take off only one stocking, leaving my other attached to the
garter belt around my waist.
"Hell, it wouldn't be fair to Tom! Both stockings, bitch!"
I turned in my chair away from Tom, lifted my skirt above my stockings
and, one at a time unsnapped the garters and rolled down the stockings. Tom
and stood up and came silently around to watch me befor I noticed. In fact
the first thing I saw was the bob bing white dick in front of him. I turned
red, but finished what I had begun.
"God!" Tom exclainmed, "Would you look at those legs!"
I turned back, tucking my legs under the table. Even though Tom was far
more exposed than I was, I felt as though I was stark naked in front of a
stranger.
Tom took another step toward me and put a hand on my knee. Then he
knelt down beside me and ran his hand up and down my calf, moaning and
cupping the calf in one hand and his dick in the other. I thought he was
going to jack off right there. I looked at Bob for help, but he just sat
where he was, grinning and shuffling the card. Then he started dealing
again.
Tom stood up and walked back to his seat, his boner bouncing before him.
"Wow," he said under his breath, looked at Bob and laughed. Bob laughed back
and continued dealing the cards.
I picked mine up, in part to cover my embarrassment. I had a good hand.
Two pair and an ace. I discarded the ace and ended up with a full house.
Bob lost the hand and, like Tom, he took off his jeans. Like Tom, he
wasn't wearing any underwear and his dick popped out, hard and ready. I
couldn't restrain myself. I could only stare. It was longer than Toms and
looked delicious. Tom had been watching me and laughed.
"You're are ready, aren't you?" Tom asked. I was too embarrassed to
answer and looked down again at my cards, even though the hand was long over.
Bob stepped out of his jeans and walked around to my side of the table.
I watched his cock bouncing before him out of the corner of my eye.
"Say hello to your friend," he demanded when he finally stood before me.
I looked more directly at his cock, still terribly embarrassed to be
doing this in front of his friend. "Hello," I weakly muttered.
"No, bitch!" he grabbed my hair and shoved his hard dick in my face,
"Say hello like you meant it."
I said hello louder and, as he pulled my head toward him, kissed the red
head of his dick. I could sense the cum in it welling up and could see a
clear drop gather on the head. I kissed it again, even after he had let go
of my head, lightly licking off the clear drop, then dropped my head,
embarrassed.
Bob laughed, walked back to his seat and dealt another hand. This time
I was dealt trash. I discarded three cards, but only managed to end up with
two fives. I was worried. Next, would come my white blouse. Then Tom would
see me in my bra. And besides that, I only had a skirt, black panties and
matching garter belt. But the men only had shoes and shirts. Nneither was
wearing socks.
Tom had three of a kind and Bob had two pair.
I didn't set down my cards but froze looking down onto the table. I was
on the verge of tears, but at the same time I was terribly horney.
"What you got, bitch?" said Bob with a wide grin. He knew I had lost
the hand.
For a minute, I regretted everything. My long years of teasing cocks,
my affair with Bob, my entire double life. Everything. I laid down my cards
and slowly started to unbutton my blouse from the top down. When I got near
the waist, I had to push back my chair and pull out the bottom of the blouse
to continue. This exposed a portion of my bra for the first time.
When Tom saw the black lace peak out from beneath my white blouse, he
gave a low whistle.
I finished unbuttoning my blouse and looked up at Bob pleadingly,
although I already know it wouldn't do any good.
"Alley-opp," Bob said.
Looking down, I pulled up front of my blouse, aware that in so doing my
tits strained against the bra as they pulled up and out. The I slid my
blouse off of my arms and let it drop to the floor on one side. I pulled my
arms in close to my body, attempting to hide what I had just exposed.
"No, no, Bitch. Sit up right!" Bob warned.
I straightened slightly, exposing more of my lace cupped tits. The
nipplest stood out straight revealling my excitement to both men and further
embarrassing me. I only looked down at the table and continued doing so even
as Bob lost the next hand and, standing up, stretch to take off his knit
shirt. He was now naked except for his shoes, but I didn't dare look at him.
Mercifully, Tom lost the next hand and, like Bob, removed his shirt.
When his eyes were covered with the shirt I looked at him. At his beautiful
white skin, his broad chest, and his hard white dick that seemed to be
mocking me. I could not suppress a soft moan that exceped from my lips.
Realizing I had been caught, I looked again down at the table as both men
laughed.
The next hand was a disaster! I was dealt trash, discarded trash, and
ended up with trash. I was horrified. Both men laid down their hands, both
of which beat mine.
Now I must decide: skirt, bra, or garter. I was petrified! I couldn't
seem to move. If I took off the bra, Tom would see my beautiful tits. I
would be complete naked above the waist. If I removed my skirt, I'd have to
stand up, revealing more of my tits beneath the bra, and to take it down.
And then all I had on beneath it were panties and garter belt. The panties
were sheer. You could see my pussy hair beneath them, but not the lips. If
I took off the belt, I'd have to turn around, hike up my skirt all the way,
revealing my panties, unsnap the belt, and pull it out.
I decided to go for the belt. I turned toward Bob's side of the table,
lifted my butt slightly off the chair while raising my skirt. Bob watched
with a big smile on his face, but when he saw my hands go for the snap of the
garter belt, he said, "No way, bitch. That doesn't count. Your're going to
leave that on until we tell you differently."
By that time Tom had stepped back agoud the table, naked except for his
shoes. He saw my panties and smiled as he placed a hand on my upper thigh.
I was startled and gave an involentary jump.
"Relax, honey," Tom said lowly, "I'm just checking things out." And he
let his hand roam up almost to the bottom of my panties. Despite myself I
spread my legs further apart as he came closer to my pussy, but he just
laughed and stood up.
"I told you she was a hot bitch, didn't I Tom?" Bob said to his firend.
"Now," he asked, " what's it going to be?"
That broke my trance. I quickly pulled my skirt back down, turned back
toward the table, and unhooked my front-snapped bra with trembling hands.
Shaking with fear and lust, I pulled the straps backward off my shoulders
fully exposing my smooth white tits capped with pink, hard nipples.
"All right!" Tom said appreciatively and licked his lips.
Again, I foolishly tried to cover up as much as possible by hunching
forward and drawing my arms around in fornt of me, but Bob would have none of
it.
"For Christ's sake, he's already seen them. Sit the fuck up right."
I did, knowing I was blushing terribly. My tits stood out from my body
over the table, and both men stared.
Tom lost the next hand, stood up in my full view, kicked off his shoes.
I didn't look. I felt he was taunting me, and I wasn't going to let him see
my interest if I could help it although I burned inside to look. I could
only see his beautiful cock bouncing around out of the corner of my eye.
The next hand was the worst I had all night. All low cards, no pairs.
Discarding three, I managed to pick up a pair of fives. But Tom had a full hous
e and Bob had a pair of eights. (I didn't even know why Tom kept
playing? What was going to happen to him if he lost, I wondered.)
I had no choice. I had to take off by skirt. Thinking back on it, I
guess I could have removed my pants beneath the skirt, trying not to expose
myself in so doing, but I didn't think of that then.
Looking down, I pushed my chair back and stood up. My hands, shaking,
fumbled at the buttons on the right side, and when I'd released them I was
shaking too hard to catch the skirt. It fell at my feet. I was ready to cry
out of frustration, fear, lust, and several other emotions I cannot describe.
So I just stood there, slightly slumped over, not knowing what to do.
Suddenly I felt Tom's hand on my upper arm. He rubbed it up and down
softly, almost tenderly except for a squeeze now and then.
Here I was, almost naked, in a pair of sheer black lace panties which
barely covered my pussy and which allowed the bottom cheeks of my ass to
stick out and a black garter belt, standing in front of two naked men,
neither of whom was my husband. I wanted out, but at the same time I was
drawn deeper in. I even momentarily had an urge to finger myself from
outside my panties, but I restrained myself.
I sat back down. Through all my shame, I still wondered what Bob would
have Tom do if he lost the next hand. But Bob lost the next hand instead and
remove his shoes.
I knew it was going to happen eventually and it did. I lost another
hand. I looked at Bob pleadingly. But I could tell from the look in his
eyes that nothing was going to get me out of this one.
"Come here," Bob said as he stood up and walked over to the middle of
the living room.
"Bob . . ." I said, pleading with my eyes.
"Come here, I said."
So I stood up and walked slowly over to him, aware that my firm tits
slightly bounced with every step. I didn't dare look at Tom so I was
surprised when I felt him at my side, again rubbing my arm. I glanced over,
nervously and saw his hard dick sticking out. God I was horny! And scared.
"Now take them off." Bob said. "Slowly."
I put both hands on the sideband of my black panties and slowly slid
them down my hips. I could hear Tom moaning as my blond pussy hair slowly
came into sight.
When I had gotten them midway down my thighs and had just started to
bend over to pull them all the way off, Tom said "Stop."
I looked up at Bob and Bob nodded. Tom dropped to his knees in front of
me and, shoving his face into my tummy, grabbed the cheeks of my ass and
softly carressed them. While he rubbed his cheeks then his lips then his
cheeks across my belly, he moaned and let his hands fall down the back of my
legs, carressing the back of my thighs then my soft calfs then the back of my
thighs, all the while careful not to pull my panties any further down.
Finally his head went lower and he kissed my lower belly, just above
where my pussy fur began while kneeding my ass cheeks harder and harder. He
shoved his chin down on my pussy. Despite myself, I pushed back against hims
and a soft moan of yearning escaped my lips. He just kept rubbing my ass,
thighs and scalfs, turned his face and rubbed his cheek up and down against
my lower tummy and pussy.
Just as abruptly as he began, he stopped, stood up, and held me by the
shoulders at arms length, looking at my body up and down.
"I told you she had a great bod, didn't I?" Bob asked.
"You sure the fuck weren't lying, buddy," Tom said as he looked me up
and down. I tried to look away, then down, but when I looked down all I
could see was Tom's beautiful dick pointed at my belly button. "Great tits,"
and with this Tom let go of my shoulders and cupped both tits in his hand,
"great ass" he knelt and cupped my ass, "firm belly" he stroked my tummy
softly, "and fantastic cunt" as both of his hand played outside of my cunt.
I was almost choaking with lust and humiliation. Tom hugged me poking
his cock into my belly and rubbed it around. I couldn't seem to catch my
breath. Then he stood back. "Ok, you can take your panties all the way
off."
I bent over, feeling Bob's cock poke one cheek of my ass, and pulled my
panties down until they fell off. Then stepped out of them and stood still.
Here I was, naked except for a garter belt standing in front of two, horny,
naked men. I started shaking.
"Time for the next hand," Bob announced and walked over to the table.
Tom followed. I could not move. I was trembling with shame and excitement.
Afraid of was was going to happen next and dying for it at the same time. I
felt cold and empty and was actually shaking.
"Come on, honey; it gets better." Bob said.
I walked over to the table and sat down, slightly surprised by the cold
metal of the chair. I didn't know what was going to happen to the next
person who lost a hand, but I should have guessed.
I could barely play my cards since I was so scared, but I managed to get
three sixes. Tom only had a pair of tens. Bob had two pair.
"O.K.," bitch, it's your choice.
"What . . . what do you mean?" I stammered.
"You've got the high hand and Tom's low. You can make him do anything
you want."
"What?" I asked.
"Well, you can't injure him, but you can make him do anything you want.
Only not to me, you know. I'm not into that stuff."
"I don't want him to do anything." I said, which was not really true.
Maybe I could have said I wanted him to leave so I could fuck Bob, but that
would have been even more untrue.
"You want him to eat you? Fuck you? Jack off in front of you? What?"
"Ah, no. I mean no. Yes." I stammered like a fool. "Maybe jack off,
o.k.?"
"Hell, if that's what you want, sure baby, " Tom said, "I'll jack off.
But you gotta give me some inspiration. Sit up on the table with your legs
apart.
I looked at Bob, but he only nodded. "Give him something good to see,
baby. Let him see your sweet snatch."
"But I thought I could have _him_ do anything for ME."
"Oh, shut up and get up on the table."
As Tom got up holding his cock in his hand, I stood and climbed up onto
the table and slightly spread my legs.
"Wider." Said Bob. "Wider."
I opened them as wide as I could and still keep my balance.
Tom stood in front of me grinning and stroking himself. "Here, spit in
my hand, baby." he said holding his right hand out to me. But I couldn't
spit. My mouth was totally dry. All I could do was watch him stroke himself
and gulp. Tom looked directly at my pussy and moaned while pulling up and
down on his beautiful cock.
After a few minutes, Tom abruptly stopped. "Wanta save this for later,"
he said.
"Next hand" announced Bob.
This time I lost and Tom won.
"This is it, baby. Now you get fucked!" Sen said as he laid down on the
carpet. "Put it here," he said pointing to his cock. "You put it in!"
I hesitated, but Bob said "Put out or get out. And you won't be coming
back!"
So I walked over to Tom, put my feet on either side of his hips, thus
exposing my pussy lips to his hungry gaze, and slowly lowered myself. I
reached between my legs and grabbed his hard cock. God it felt good. But I
was still trembling. I couldn't seem to stop. And my eyes filled with
water. Probably fear, lust and sham, all wrapped up together. I could feel
that hard cock in my hand. I could feel it pulsing with need. Chickening
out, I pushed up cunt down onto his stomach, letting go of his cock, but then
reaching it from behind and shameless pumping on it as I squirmed, pushing my
pussy all over his belly and chest. I was so horny that I made whimpering
noises with as I scooted over his naked belly. He grabbed my tits and
pressed them together then let his hand slide down to my hips and pulled me
to his mouth, sticking his tongue far inside me with one quick thrust and
swirling it around inside, then shoving me back down toward his cock.
Then I knew I had to have it. I raised myself, grabbed the base of his
dick, and slowly lowered myself. But again my shyness overcame my lust
momentarily and I chickened out. I pushed down, rubbing the length of his
cock against my pussy lips, up and down, up and down, teasing both of us
almost to distraction. Tom was rubbing my thighs and grabbing and rubbing my
soft tits.
Finally I couldn't take it any more. I raised back up and lowered
myself right over his cock. As I felt the tip of his dick touch my opening,
I whimpered and becan shaking with lust. I moaned loudly and the cock head
push againt the tight, wet opening, then even louder as it crossed the
threshold. Slowly I lowered myself further and further, taking in all of his
hot length.
Tom's hands grabbed my hips and I sunk down on his cock and he began
thrusting up until I was stabbed to the very dpeth. Now I couldn't stop
myself. I pulled up and pushed down, feeling that cock, beautiful cock slide
out and in, out and in. Tom grabbed at my tits and ass, thrusting up and
down in time with me. He managed to pull me down on him and sucked on my
tits.
"Oh, honey. Look at these tits. So fucking good. Smooth juicy tits.
And your fucking ass. I'm going to fuck you in your beautiful ass. Loo at
these pink nipples. Like they ain't never been kissed." And he sucked and
pulled as I rode up and down and up and down, grabbing his head, his hair,
running my hands up and down his sides, my trembling now turned into
uncontrollable shaking with hot lust. Never feeling so ashamed and
fullfilled at the same time unti he grabbed me around my lower back and
drilled harder and harder into me and finally let loosed a hard, hot stream
of cum. I could feel its hot wash deep inside.
And we lay there, together, shaking with lust and exhaustion. calming
down, then shaking somemore, then calming. I rolled my hips around trying to
feel more and more of him.
Then lay still.
I had lost all sense of where I was and what I was doing, until I heard
Bob applauding behind me.
"Fuckin' great. That was great." Then, "time for another hand."
I was almost too weak to walk but managed to pull my self up and stagger
over to the table. Tom was also weak. I looked down but gave him a shy
smile as he sat.
"While you two were balling your brains out, I called George," Bob.
"Thought we'd make things more interesting."
Oh, no! I thought. I can't handle it anymore! This is too much!
Chapter 2
I know I must sound inexperienced but I'm not. In
fact, that day was not even the first time I'd played strip
poker. The first time was when I was twelve. My parents
had taken Billy, my ten-year old brother, and I to visit my
aunt and uncle and cousins in Maine that summer. It looked
like it as going to be a boring visit. The only exciting
thing, for me, was my fifteen-year old cousin, Bert, who I
immediatedly developed a crush on. He was dark and good
looking, as the story goes, and I was just beginning to feel
the sexual urges within me, but I was too shy to let him
know how I felt. He would probably laugh at me anyway, I
remember thinking.
One afternoon at their house, I was bored and walked
around in the woods behind the subdivision daydreaming about
Bert. I was not certain of my sexuality, but knew I wanted
to see him naked. I thought about his lips kissing my
budding breasts, licking my pink nipples maybe, and his
fingers in my crack. Occasionally, I would let my hand slip
down the front of my skimpy white shorts and finger myself.
Sometimes, I would sneak the other hand up under my yellow
tank top and squeeze my tiny tits. But I was very worried
about being seen and so wouldn't feel myself for long. I
was super hot, though, cause I didn't dare finger myself in
bed at night since I had to share a bed with Sarah, my
twelve-year old cousin.
The only time I'd masterbated since arriving, was once
in the bathtub, and that was a mistake since right after I
came, thinking about Bert, who should accidently barge in
but Bert himself? I had forgotten to lock the door!
Fortunately, I was taking a bubble bath so the most he could
have seen was one of my small, pink breasts. He smiled
quickly, looked straight at me, and excused himself and
backed out. I couldn't look at him for several days after,
although I could almost feel him looking at me everytime we
were near one another. Occasionally, I would glance up and
see him wink at me. I was very shy and would look down
immediately.
So that afternoon I was very hot and fingered myself
more than I normally would have under similar circumstances.
Suddenly I heard a bunch of boys' voices. I recognized
one of the voices to be that of Billy, my brother. I crept
through the pines until I came to a small clearing. There
was Sammy, my younger cousin who played with Billy, taking a
piss. I could see his little dick, and I gulped. It was
small but hard and he fondled it while he was pissing.
Soon, he finished, zipped up, and walked down a small trail
toward the rest of the voices.
I followed. Suddenly I came to the edge of a larger
clearing and stepped off the trail. I could hear the boys'
voices coming from this area. Carefully, I crept through
the foliage until I could see into the clearing but was sure
the boys couldn't see me.
There was Billy and Sammy and about four other boys. I
could hear them clearly. They were talking about the
magazines they were looking at.
"Wow! Look at them boobies. I'd love to fuck them."
said one of the kinds.
"But look at her cunt," said my brother, Billy.
"Jesus!"
One of the boys unzipped. I thought he was going to
piss right there. But he didn't. He just fondled his
little hard dick while looking at the pictures in the
magazines. The other boys looked at him and laughed a bit,
but then another pulled out his little dick and did the
same. Then my brother pulled out his. They were soon all
jacking off to the pictures.
"God, I wish we had a girl right here to fuck," my
cousin said.
I couldn't believe my eyes. Six preteen boys trying to
masterbate had gotten me very hot. My hand slipped back
into my shorts, and I began to finger my tight little blond
puzzy. My other hand reached under my tank top and squeezed
my right breast. This time I was going to go all the way.
I was too horny to stop!
But in my excitement, I tumbled over in the bushes.
"Jesus!" One of the boys said.
I looked up and thought they were all going to run
away. But one zipped up quickly and ran to where I was. I'd
managed to straighten up and pull my tank top down, but
there was a wet patch on the front of my white shorts and a
strand of my hair was stuck in a branch or a bush.
"Hey, you guys. Come here. Quick!" yelled the one
boy who'd come up on me.
I tried to turn and run, but my hair was stuck and the
boy grabbed one of my ankles from behind in a classic
tackle. I fell on my face onto a soft carpet of needles. I
was free from the branch and knew I could power past the
kid, but by the time I'd pulled one foot free, another kid
was there and grabbed it. Soon all the boys were there and
they all grabbed me and shoved me down as I struggled and
squirmed beneath them.
I could here my brother say, "Jesus! It's Suzi. My
sister. Hold her down, guys. She'll tell on us."
By now I was crying and trembling with fright,
embarrassment and frustration. I was also very horny. A
number of the boys had grabbed at my ass while we struggled
and one had got his fingers around my tit and squeezed a
bit. I soon gave up struggling. I thought it was time to
try another ploy.
"I won't tell." I said through my sobs. "Just let me
go. Please?" I pleaded.
"No, man, don't let her up."
I could feel the little hand try to grab my tit again,
so I shoved my self down harder against the ground.
"Come on, guys. Let's get her up. But hold on to her.
Don't let her run. I gotta idea," said Sammy.
The boys pulled me to my feet. I didn't resist. I was
too tired and humiliated. Now, I knew they could all see
the wet spot on my shorts. But they didn't look. They were
too busy making sure I couldn't get away. Two kids held
both arms and one grabbed me tightly around the waist from
behind. They were smaller that I was, but I knew I couldn't
struggle against their numbers. It would be futile.
They walked me into the clearing. The boy who wasn't
holding me, grabbed the front of my shorts and pulled,
leading the way. I could feel the back of his fingers
against my stomach when he would stop for a moment.
"Let's tie her up to the tree."
"O.k."
"Go get that rope, guys."
"Yeah, tie her up."
Soon I was tied to a small birch on the side of the
clearing. The sun was still high enough to come over the
edge of the trees and warm my body. "I hope it dries my
shorts before they see," I thought.
"Billy, let me go. Please. I won't tell," I cried.
"Let me go!"
"Fuck her, Billy," Sammy said. "We got her and we're
going to keep her. She can scream as loud as she wants, no
body can hear. She's ours for the afternoon, buddy."
"O.k." Bill said.
I knew Billy wouldn't protest. He often teased me and
grabbed at me. I knew he had sexual urges for me. And I'd
catch him trying to look up my skirt sometimes or
"accidently" feel my leg when he dropped something at the
dinner table.
"Come on, guys, let me go. Please."
"O.k., we'll let you go. If you'll show us your
boobies," said the little boy who had been pissing earlier.
I was scared and shy. "No. No. Just let me go." But
I was also turned on. A lot!
"Hell, guys. We don't need her permission. Just pull
up her shirt," Sammy said. Obviously he was the leader.
He grabbed the bottom of my tank top and slowly pulled
it up. I pushed back against the tree keeping the shirt
from riding higher than my upper tummy. Two of the others,
however, caught on and pushed me away from the tree.
Sammy soon had my tank top gathered under my armpits.
He held it there staring at my small, pink breasts.
"Wow!" he said. "They're not like in Penthouse, but
they sure are nice."
"Yeah," said another kid as he reach out to touch one.
His little fingers massaged the whole surface, but I
struggled and the top fell partially down.
Sammy pulled it back up, rolled it and tied it with a
piece of string so it would stay up. As he tied it up, he
pressed his hard little body against mine and looked right in
my face. It wasn't until that moment that I realized how
much like Bert he looked.
Two of the other had pulled their little dicks out and
were stroking them with one hand while tenatively feeling me
up, my tits, my stomach, with the other. One kid ran his
hand over the front of my shorts and another over my
buns. Sammy unzipped and unbuckled his pants and let them
fall to his feet. He had the biggest cock, but it was still
small. I couldn't take my eyes off of it at first, then
looked down when I saw him looking directly in my eyes and
wink. He looked just like a miniature Bert!
A couple of the boys started softly rubbing their cocks
against my legs.
"Stop that, you guys! I'll tell." I was screaming and
crying, but to tell the truth I was extremely horny by this
time. Seeing those little hard dicks and feeling them
against my legs, had really turned me on. I could feel
myself push against them, their smooth, little hard cocks on
my naked legs! And my ass started slowly pumping out away
from the tree. Before I knew it, my crying had stopped and
a soft moaning had begun.
"Jesus! She's hot, guys," Billy said. "Let's strip
her naked!"
With this, I half came to my senses. "No! Please."
But I could feel myself get wetter and wetter and pump a bit
further with my butt away from the tree.
Bill unsnapped my shorts, hooked his thumbs in the
sides, and began to pull them slowly down. I kept telling
him to stop, but feeling those little cocks against my
smooth naked legs, I sure didn't mean it. I was theirs, and
I think they knew it for sure.
The kids pumping my legs stopped for a minute while my
shorts were pulled down my long legs and I stepped out of
them, still thrusting against the air. Then they were back
on me, one was big enough to pump my upper thigh and would
occasionally get his cockhead as high as my white panties.
Meanwhile the others were feeling me all over. I even felt
one boy open my hand which was tied behind the tree and
place his little dick in it. I squeezed tenderly and pumped
it as much as I could.
My eyes were closed most of the time and I was moaning
and really loving the smooth needing feel of little hard
cocks pressed all over me from the upper thighs down. A
couple kids had been feeling my tits and a couple fondled my
pussy from outside my panties. I was delirious.
Then I felt someone pulling down my panties and gasped.
I open my eyes just in time to see my panties come down and
my wet little teenage cunt be exposed for all to see.
Sudeenly they all stopped and stood back, surveying my
twelve-year old body. There I was, entirely exposed in the
warm light of day, my panties around my knees, standing in
front of six ten-year olds. Most were almost entirely naked
by this time and all of their little dicks stood up like toy
soldiers at attention. A couple of them fondled themselves
as they looked at me.
"Gosh."
"Gee."
"Cunt!"
The boys were quiet. I thought they might be scared.
I knew I was, but I also knew I was still very horny.
Apparently they were too because they all came back and
began to push against me once more, only this time a couple
ran their fingers through the hair on my pussy and Sammy
even let a finger begin to slip in. I pushed out and
against him and felt the finger enter me from in front while
I felt two little dicks push against my upper thigh in the
rear and hands caressed my tight, little buns. One kid even
tried to stick his finger in my asshole, but I pulled
further away and he gave up.
I have never been so turned on in my life, and the boys
knew it.
One was sucking on my tits and fingering me while the
other crushed their little cocks against my legs and lower
buttocks and felt me all over. Little hands caressed my
tits and buns, hands were on my smooth tan calfs, and
trailing over my tummy. I was thrusting against all of
these sensations, especially against the finger in my cunt.
Then I felt one the of boys kissing my tummy and going lower
and lower with his tongue. I pushed and squirmed against
him, but he didn't know enough to stick his tongue in me.
He just kissed my pussy above where the other kid fingered
me.
"Jesus! This is great!"
"Let's get her down," said Sammy--then I realized that
it was he who had the finger in my cunt pushing back and
forth as I squirmed and pumped against him. He knew I
wouldn't run by now. "Untie her."
One of the kids fumbled with the rope while I kept
stroking his little hard cock. It took him a long time.
I looked at the boys and their hard little dicks. They
were all naked by now and rubbing their little chests and
hairless legs and dicks all over me. I watched through
heavily lidded eyes. Everything looked as though in a glaze
of need. I wanted to suck some of those dicks and was
praying some of the boys would make me, since I knew I'd be
too shy to initiate the action.
Soon I was free. I pretended to try to escape, mostly
for form and to feel their little bodies all over me
stopping me. I squirmed and thrashed softly in thir arms.
I could feel hands all over me, poking my asshole and
buttocks, all over my cunt. Sammy had kept his finger in
me and I pushed my pussy bone against his chest as his finger
squirmed like a tight worm inside. Mouths were kissing
and sucking my tits and butt, boys were humping my calfs and
mouthing my thighs. I was in heaven! And so were they.
Soon they had me on the soft grass. We kept squirming
and thrashing, kissing and fondling, only now I was kissing
and fondling back. I grabbed little asses and pulled the
boys on me. We wrestled and turned. I kissed one on the
mouth and stuck my tongue in. He rose up and started
pushing his little dick all over my face. Here was my
chance, I thought, and I sucked him in. I could hear him
groan as he turned on his side and tried to fuck my mouth.
Then I felt a little hard dick between my legs, and
opened them wider. I was able to see that it was Sammy
between my legs. He had some trouble but was finally able
to shove himself in and grab my waist. It's a good thing he
grabbed cause I was starting to climax. All those little
hands and mouths and dicks, poking and pushing and
caressing and kissing and mouthing every part of my body
had brought me to the edge. When I felt a little dick
shoved between my buttocks, I knew I couldn't stand it any
longer and began thrashing even harder as I came, squiriming
against Sammy's dick. I could feel his little ejaculation
in me as the boy in my mouth also came. Sammy rolled off
and pumped on his dick some more as Billy took his place.
"Oh, no, " I thought, "My own brother!" But he felt so
good I fucked him until he shot off.
"Hello! What have we here?" came a deep voice from the
edge of the clearing. It was Bert!
"What the fuck are you guys doing?"
"Nothing, Bert. Honest," Sammy said.
They were all up and scrambling toward their clothes.
I curled into a tight ball.
"Relax, boys," Bert said. "There's no problem. You're
just getting your first pussy, right?"
"That's right, Bert," Sammy said as he stopped and
turned back around.
"That's o.k., guys. Just so happens here's where I got
my first piece of ass too. Me and Pete Boggs brought
Maryalice out here when I was thirteen. Great day. You
guys are just starting early, that's all."
By then all the rest of the boys had come back and sat
around my naked body curled on the grass.
"Who's the chick?" Bert asked. Evidently he hadn't
seen my face. "Why it's Suzi! Little cousin Suzi! Suzi Q!
And have I got somethin' for you!"
He walked over, sat down crosslegged by my face, and lit
up a cigarette. "You're some hot bitch! I can tell."
I closed my eyes and tried to disappear. I pulled my
knees further up to my chest and lay in a fetal position on
the grass, feeling the warm sun on my back. Soon I could
feel Bert's hand, larger that all the others, on my back,
rubbing up and down as though he was soothing me.
"Yeah, you're really something. So fucking soft.
Blond hair," as he raised a strand of my hair. By now his
knee was directly in front of my face. "You want a real man
to take care of you, Suzi?"
I shook my head no. I was scared and terribly
embarrassed. I'd begun trembling uncontrollably.
His hand went lower and lower down my back until it
rested on my buttocks.
"Well, you won't mind if I just show the guys how to
treat a woman, will you?"
I was confused and shook my head no again. Which is
not what I wanted to do. I wanted to say I did mind, but
that wasn't really the truth. So I guess my body
involuntarily told the truth when my mind tried to lie.
"Good," and Bert's hand slipped down between my
buttocks, moved softly over my asshole and started lightly
stroaking my pussy.
"Such a pretty blond puss! Oh, you're going to like me,
baby! I got a hot hard one for you. Come on, guys, help me
turn her over."
And I could feel all those little hands on me again,
with one set of larger hands, pulling me out of my fetal
position. Again I squirmed and got hotter and hotter as I
struggled. But this time I struggled to really get free. I
didn't want to let Bert see me completely naked. I was
getting hotter and hotter as the boys' naked bodies rubbed
against mine and a couple little dicks got hard again. I
could also feel the large hands on me, holding my waist
while the boys were opening me up like a flower in the sunshine.
I tried to move from side to side but the boys held my legs
and arms apart.
One boy took off one of my sneakers and, as he held my
foot, he sat rubbing his little hard dick against the
insole. It tickled and I laughed though my fear and
excitement.
"Yeah, you're gonna like it, ain't you?" said Bert.
Despite myself, I nodded and opened my eyes slightly,
enough to see him stand up and start taking off his shirt.
The sun was in my eyes but I watched as best as I could as he
took off his clothes. I did get a good view as he pulled
down his jeans and jockey shorts and his hard cock bobbed
out. God it was big. So much bigger than the boys' dicks.
"Now just hold her still, guys. Watch this." He knelt
between my legs but instead of putting his dick right in me
he lay with his upper body on my legs and his head on my
tummy like on a pillow. I could feel his dick on my lower
calf and could feel his rubbing it up and down against
my soft flesh. I was lost again, prisoner to my lust, and
I thrust my pussy up against his chest, squirming and
pushing my pussy bone around and around against him.
"Now here's how to eat out a chick," Bert said to his
students. The boys had let go of me, realizing I wasn't
going anywhere, and were watching him closely. He bent his
head down further on my body and softly, slowly began
licking up and down my crack. I tried to push against him so
his tongue would go in, but he would just pull back
slightly. This was his demonstration, and I knew it. He lay
licking me and carressing my buttocks, pulling them apart,
then my tummy, then my tits, then bring one hand down to
where his mouth was and finger me while he talked to the
boys, all of whom sat around my naked body in a circle.
"See her little pussy lips?" He asked and they nodded.
(I was going crazy, my head going back and forth on the warm
grass and my hands on the top of his head, trying to shove
him back down.) "Now watch as I stick my tongue in between
them. Watch her reaction." And he stuck his tongue into me
making me moan and thrash on the grass. His hands all over
my ass, tummy, titties and legs, then two fingers in my cunt
again as he gave further instructions. "Now If I stick it
straight in and bring it up to the top of her cunt on the
inside, I can really get her going. And he replaced his
fingers with his tongue, driving it straight into me and
then up, dragging it back and forth across my clit as I
shuddered and gasped, shoved his head further down with one
hand and grabbed a tit with my other, bringing my legs up
around his body and locking them, trying to pull the slick,
hot tongue further and further inside, grinding my pussy
against his face, and moaning uncontrollably. Meanwhile his
hands roamed all over my body and I could occasionally feel
small hands in my armpits, on my breasts, caressing my legs.
I could even feel one kid straddle my face and shove his
stiff little dick in my mouth. I sucked and tongued him for
all I was worth until he shot his tiny load and rolled off
of me.
"Enough of the demonstration, guys. Now It's time I get
my reward." Bert said as he raised up despite my thrashing
and trying to pull his face back into my blond pussy. He
moved up, rubbing against me the entire way, his cock up my
thighs. He carressed my tits and brought his beautiful cock
to the entrance of my pussy. I tried to push down onto it,
but he held me beneath my armpits with he sucked my tits,
licking them and my belly all over as I thrashed beneath him
with a need I'd never known before.
Soon he rose up and kissed me, shoving his tongue,
sweet with my juices, far into my mouth, I shoved mine, in
turn, into his as I tried to grab his ass and pull his dick
into me, but he apparently like to tease and would only rub
his cock up and down over my pussy lips then bring the head
to my entrance, shove it a fraction of the way in and then
withdraw it, again raking it across my pussy bone and pussy
lips.
"You gotta beg me to fuck you if you want it."
"Oh, yes, I want it," I whispered to him then shoved my
tongue back in his mouth and swirled it around waiting for
him to take me. I mashed my mouth against his, moving it
around until it almost hurt my teeth and jaws.
But he only brought the head back to the entrance and
shoved it half way in. I tried as hard as I could to push
down and impale myslef, but his hands, planted beneath my
armpits, prohibited me going lower. So I was reduced to
flopping agaisnt him, grinding down on half a cockhead and
squeeling for more.
"No, no, Suzi. Louder. You gotta beg so all the guys
can hear."
Shy as I was, I couldn't stand it any longer. "Please
fuck me," I said outloud. And he shove a bit more of the
cock head in. I felt great, but again he held back as I
squirmed and tried to force him in further, grabbing his
buttocks and pulling. "Please fuck me MORE." And his
cock went further in. Now I could move without it falling
out. It was passed the cockhead and felt fat and slick in
me. "FUCK ME WITH YOUR COCK!" and he shoved another inch
in. ""FUCK ME! FUCK ME FUCK ME! YOUR FAT COCK! FUCK ME,
BERT! FUCKEE FUCKEE FUCKEE! HARDER! FUCKEE! FUCK FUCK
FUCKFUCKFUCK!"
And he shoved deeper and deeper and started to thrust
in and out with slow deliberate movements as I tried to
quicken the pace and wrapped my legs around his ass shoving
myself up at him as he drilled that beautiful hot cock into
me and grabbed my ass and drilled me harder and harder, and
quicker and quicker, and I could hear the boys gasp as he
pulled out almost all the way then shoved in me so deep I
thought I was going to vomit. He was hard and hot and
really knew how to fuck, drilling me with stong, hard
strokes and bending down and lapping my tits, my pink tits,
as I pulled him into me with my legs and carressed his back
and butt with my legs and his hands all over my legs,
fucking my mouth with his, then tonguing my tits, and I felt
so good I knew I wanted to feel like this forever or maybe
forever or maybe
And he want faster and faster and harder, kissing me and
licking me. And I shook and squirmed and felt every part of
him I could, even pushing my hand between us so I could feel
him as he went in and out, and I even fingered myself a bit,
embarrassing myself in front of the boys who giggled and
gasped and pulled on their little goaty dicks as they
watched, and I happened to look up at Sammy and he winked
then I saw Bert's face who was fucking me harder and harder
and he winked too, then shoved all the way in, higher than
ever before, pulled almost all the way out and did this over
and over very quickly until he was going to cum and I knew
it and I was going to cum too, and he shoved in even deeper
and bigger than ever before, grabbing my ass and pulling me
way in, and my legs pulled him even harder and he shot a
load of hot, sticky cum way down in me then a half stroke
and another hot load, then another and more cum and over and
again, both of us cumming and moaning and twisting and
pawing and fucking and loving it. My first real time with a
man! Whata hump.
And after his last load squirted deep inside, I just
kept rubbing against him and he pushed in me in circles so I
could feel his dick all around, so hard and lovely, and full
and hot. And we lay in the sun sweating and caressing each
other, and I could hear the boys get up and go get their
clothes and put them on, but we just lay there kissing and
squirming slightly in each others arms, and I knew I was in
love for the first time and that I would do anything for
him. And I could hear the boys gathering up their rope and
magazines. And he stayed hard in me and licked the sweat
from my tits. And I could feel his cum leak out of my young
cunt and down the crack of my ass, cool and sticky in the
afternnon. And I could hear the boys walk away as we kissed
and licked each others' shoulders and ears and hair and
eyelids. And he stayed hard inside me. And the sun went
down behind the treeline and I could feel my body cool in
the late afternoon except where his body rested on mine or
where his tongue licked at my sweat. And I could feel the
cum dry stickly in my ass crack. And nothing mattered but
love and sex, that hard cock only now beginning to go soft
as we held one another.
The next night my parents and aunt and uncle took the
younger kids to see a movie and go to the icecream parlor.
They asked me if I wanted to go, but I looked at Bert and
saw him signal "no" with his eyes.
"We'll just stay home and play some cards, o.k.?"
"Yeah, I'm kinda tired. It's o.k. if I just stay home
with Bert, huh?"
Our parents saw nothing wrong with the arrangement and
I was in heaven! At least until Sarah, my cousin, said she
wanted to stay home too.
I looked at Bert, but he shrugged, smiled and looked
away. Great, I thought, now we've got a damn chaporone!
After out parents let with the younger ones, we got
out the card table and set it up in front of the t.v. There was
a movie on about World War II. Bert shuffled the cards and
began to deal. Sarah disappeared into her room, and I
thought this might turn out alright after all.
"What do you wanta play, honey?" Bert asked. It was
the first time he'd called me that and I felt all warm and
loose inside suddenly. If only Sarah hadn't stayed home!
"How 'bout hearts?" I said, blushing. He reached
over and held my hand.
Just then Sarah came back into the room. "Caught you!"
she screamed and laughed.
I pulled my hand back quickly.
"I know you're lovebirds," Sarah teased.
"K-I-S-S-I-N-G," she sang out. "Too bad for you tonight! I
just called some friends to come over," Sarah said and winked
at Bert. "The whole gang's coming! Ha!"
I felt very dissapointed. Here I thought Bert and I
were going to be alone all evening, but now I come to find
out the house will be full of Sarahs' friends. No chance
for Bert and me tonight, I thought.
I got up and started toward the room I shared with
Sarah.
"Hey, Where you going?" Bert asked.
"Oh, I'm tired. I think I'll lie down for awhile," I
said.
As I walked down the hall toward the room, I heard Bert
say, "Fuck this movie!" And I hear him get up and walk
away.
Well, that's it, I thought as I lay down on the bed. I
dozed off into a dissappointed half-dream state.
I woke up hearing the sound of a bunch of guys and
girls in the next room. I could hear the t.v. and the sound
of glasses. "So, they're going to have a party," I thought.
I rolled onto my side and tried to fall back to sleep. The
room was dark and I was very sad. "Bert's probably even got
a girl friend out there now," I thought.
I feel back into a half sleeping state but was wakened
up when I heard the door open.
"Suzi? Are you awake?" It was Sarah.
"No." I said, hoping she'd go away.
"Suzi? Please come out and join the party. You'll
have fun."
I just lay there.
"Bert wants you to come out," she said half tenderly,
half in a singsong mocking tone.
"Oh, o.k." I pulled myself up and walked into the next
room.
There were about five girls and two guys besides Bert
and Sarah. The girls looked to be about my age, that is all
12 or 13, but the boys looked like Bert's friends. I was
surprised. Everyone was watching the t.v. Where I come
from, nobody watches t.v. at a party except nerds. I was
about ready to laugh when I happened to look at the set.
There on the screen was a naked woman on all fours on a bed
while a man fucked her from behind. I gasped out loud. I'd
never seen anything like it.
-Poet
(to be continued)
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